The promotion represented a great opportunity for Beth, but there were two problems: the new assignment meant very long hours and she had heard some rumors about her new boss. A young and rising star in the company, J.T. Walters was reputed to be something of a womanizer. Already there was friction in her marriage. She wasn't sure she wanted to invite more trouble. Beth's looks and open personality brought her lots of attention. She was pretty but wholesome-looking: 5'6" tall, slender, leggy, dark brown hair falling to her shoulders, and large, light brown eyes that gave her an innocent look. She liked compliments for her appearance as well as her smarts. Since every male supervisor had hit on her during her two years with the firm, she figured Mr. Walters would, too, though she hadn't met him yet. It just seemed to go with being a woman working her way up the corporate ladder. Not surprisingly, her husband urged her to accept the promotion. He was a graduate student who seemed in no great hurry to finish his dissertation, and he thought they could use the extra money. Beth felt her resentment growing again. When was he going to take up his share of the household budget? He seemed to have ample time to flirt with the co-eds in his class. Why couldn't he find the time to get his degree? Annoyed with him and confident she knew how to deal with the J.T. Walters of the world, she decided to accept the new position. Two days later she moved into her new office, a sunlit space on a higher floor. After a quick tour and introductions to the staff, she was ushered into Mr. Walters office. She was momentarily taken aback: J.T. Walters was black (which she hadn't known), very handsome, and a few years older than she was. When he stood up to greet her, she also saw that he was tall and athletic. As he shook her hand, it seemed to disappear in his large grip. The old joke about how big hands meant a big dick flashed involuntarily across her mind, and she quickly suppressed it. Still, her pulse quickened at the brief touch. *** Beth soon settled in at her new job. She wanted to impress her colleagues and her boss, so she put in extra time, including on weekends. Her husband was asleep when she left for work and she was too tired for conversation when she came home. Their sex life virtually ceased from lack of time, and they quarreled often. Mr. Walters – or, rather, J.T., as he insisted she call him – seemed very appreciative of her efforts. He praised her work and gave her more important assignments. These added to her time in the office and more than once the two of them were the only ones on the floor. On weekends, he would dress casually, and she could see and admire more of his muscular build. She took to wearing more revealing clothes, too, and from the corner of her eye she caught him checking her out. That pleased her. "No harm in a little innocent flirting," she thought. It was after one of these overtime weekends that the first gift arrived, a small box left discreetly on a corner of her desk. Inside was a pretty black choker and a card that read, "Thanks for all your hard word. Warmly, J.T." For a moment Beth hesitated. She had always refused personal gifts from male supervisors before, part of her method for thwarting their unwanted attentions. This felt different, though. She put the choker on and admired how it stood out against her pale neck. J.T. noticed it immediately when she entered his office an hour later. "I thought it would look good on you," he said. "I love the contrast of black on white." Beth blushed, then stammered a polite thank you. After that, other gifts arrived. At first they were not very personal – a bottle of wine, a certificate for dinner for two – and she shared them with her husband. But then J.T. began to mark the completion of a project with special tokens of a more intimate nature: a bracelet, perfume, a ring with a black gemstone. Although Beth sensed a turn in their relationship, she didn't know what to do about it or even whether she wanted to put a stop to it. She wasn't used to losing control. *** The holiday season arrived and with it a round of office parties. J.T. threw one for his staff, and Beth wore a tight skirt and clingy, sheer blouse for the occasion. She knew he'd be watching her. They slow danced together. She drank more than she should have and didn't notice people leaving. Finally only she and J.T. remained. He escorted her to her office so she might retrieve her coat, then he walked her to the car because of the late hour. He was being so nice that it seemed right to hug him. Then she decided to give him a little kiss on the cheek. But as she tilted her head upward, he turned his head slightly and their lips met. A brief hesitation, and then they met again. Beth found the sensation electrifying. She had never kissed a black man before. She felt J.T.'s tongue against her lips and she parted them to welcome it into her mouth. Now their tongues danced together, far more intimately than their bodies had during the party. With his powerful arms wrapped around her, she found herself incredibly aroused. But her conscience also stirred: she was a married woman and this was her boss. She drew back. They both smiled in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he said. "These holiday parties can get a little out of control." "I'm afraid I had a little too much to drink tonight," Beth answered, her eyes looking away. "I should be going." "You're a very sexy woman, Beth. I think about you all the time." Beth swallowed hard and smiled at him, then she left and headed home. As she drove her mind drifted back to what had happened with J.T. Where was this going? "I'm married," she told herself over and over. "I love only my husband." But he was such a disappointment. When he made love to her now, she felt nothing unless she fantasized she was with J.T. Then she came in wrenching orgasms. Afterwards she felt guilty and confused, and her husband found her sullen. *** Two weeks later J.T. invited Beth to accompany him on a late January business trip to Florida to meet with an important client group. Other than him, she was the only one from their unit to attend. He said how much he looked forward to the trip because she was going, too. She sensed that J.T. meant for something to happen between them. A few days before the trip she again found something on her desk: a large manilla envelope with her name on the front, written in his handwriting, and a small gift box. She closed the office door and opened the envelope. Inside were two graphic pictures. In one J.T. stood naked, with his erect cock sticking out. She was mesmerized by the sight of it – a thick, powerful tool of pleasure, bigger than any penis she had ever seen. She felt her breath quicken as she imagined tasting it and pleasuring him with her tongue, the feeling him split her as he entered her. Her pussy began to moisten as she fantasized. In the other photo J.T. lay naked between two pretty and very pregnant naked white women, smiling contentedly in his embrace. Both of them wore wedding rings. But so far as Beth knew, J.T. was single. So who were the women? She turned the picture over and read the inscription: "Beth: See how happy I made them? This could be us. I adore you. J.T." Beth sat down, forgetting all about the gift box. She felt her world spinning. Not only did J.T. want to take her to bed, he wanted to make a baby with her. She hadn't considered this. For the rest of the day, she scarcely left her office, and she did no work. She turned it over in her mind. She found him more desirable than any man she had ever known, yes, but she was only 24 years old. She was too young to have a child, and she was married to another man! He was white and everyone in her conservative Jewish family would know he wasn't the father. The idea was crazy, insane, ridiculous – but it wouldn't go away. The image of a light brown, cafe-au- lait infant nursing at her nipple popped into her mind and left her with a strange, warm glow. "Our baby would be beautiful," Beth said aloud to herself. Amid this daydream Beth realized someone had been knocking at her door. She composed herself and called, "Come in." J.T. entered, perhaps the one person she was least prepared to deal with at that moment. He saw at once that she had opened the envelope, so he closed the door behind him. Then he smiled at her, the smile that had melted so many reluctant white women. For as Beth now understood, she was not the first; no, indeed, J.T. Walters always played for high stakes. What she did not know yet, however, was that he had never failed in his peculiar quest. "I know what you want," Beth said softly, her eyes dropping, her voice barely audible. "But I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Those other women...what about them?" "Listen, Beth," J.T. answered, "I'll be more honest with you than any man you've ever known. I'm not going to pretend I'm going to be with you forever. I plan to father as many mixed-race children as I can. In the long run in this country the answer to race hatred is to wipe out race lines, blur them until no one knows – or cares – who is black or white or anything else. I've been fortunate to find women, white women, who want me enough to help me make that vision begin to become real. I leave each one with a gift of our sexual union, a wonderful light brown child, to love and cherish. The two women in that photograph support each other in raising their children, and I help, too. I don't pretend not to be the father." "And their husbands? They're both married." "That's right," J.T. continued. "All of the women I've impregnated are married. Usually their husbands accept what they've done, but not always. Those two in the picture, Cathy and Robin, are both separated from their husbands and share a house." He paused for a moment. "And they have room for another mother and her baby." Beth trembled at the words. J.T. advanced and swept her into his arms. He whispered, "Next week when we're away at the meeting, I want you. I want to possess your body in every way possible. And I want to leave you with a new life growing inside you, for both of us." Then he kissed her, deeply and passionately. She could feel his power. The bulge in his pants, hard as steel, spoke of his desire. She felt herself weakening, tumbling into an unplanned future, caught between deep desire and sheer terror at what he had proposed. Finally she pulled free of his kiss. "Did you open the other package?" J.T. asked her. "No, not yet." Then she smiled and laughed softly. "I've been a little distracted since I saw those photographs." She picked up the small box. Inside was a pretty Seiko watch, with a shiny black leather band and a small, round white face in a goldtone case. "Thank you," she said. "This is really lovely. But what's the occasion?" "It's a symbol, the union of black and white. It represents us and what we can make together. When you are ready to give yourself to me, to let me father your baby, then wear it." "I have to think about all this," she mumbled, and she fled her office before he saw the tears of confusion in her eyes. *** The night before the trip Beth packed her travel bag. She and her husband weren't on speaking terms after yet another fight, so he was working in the university library until closing time. That was a relief. She had some decisions to make, big decisions. Beth went into the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet, next to her toiletries, was her diaphragm case. It would be so easy to take her diaphragm and use it – J.T. would not know. But was a quick fling all she wanted from him? Or did she really want what he did, the baby she had been thinking about incessantly for the past several days? Suddenly Beth knew what she wanted, what her real purpose as a woman was. The diaphragm stayed on the shelf. Beth packed her business casual clothes for the client meetings, then some sexy outfits for the evenings. J.T. said there would be dinners with company people and a party to attend. She stood in front of the mirror for a moment and admired what she saw. She wanted him drooling over her pale, smooth skin and shapely legs. She made sure to pack the choker and ring he had given her, along with the perfume. The last thing she placed in the travel bag was the watch. *** The meeting on the first day had been a great success, and the clients were clearly impressed with the presentation J.T. and Beth had made. Before dinner Beth changed into a short party dress that fastened over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. She dabbed the perfume he had given her behind her ears and put the choker around her neck. Talk with the clients became more relaxed over the meal. Beth and J.T. sat next to each other. She was aware of how often he stared at her, which she found exciting. Early in the meal, his hand brushed against her bare thigh; during the main course, he began to stroke it and she made no move to stop him; by desert she had responded by gently brushing his crotch and feeling his enormous cock begin to stiffen. Beth knew how to tease, too. But J.T. noticed that, although she wore his other gifts, she still had on the silver watch she wore every day to the office. What sort of game was this white bitch playing? When dinner ended, Beth quickly said goodnight to everyone and excused herself to prepare for tomorrow's meetings. J.T. spent a few more minutes with the clients to confirm arrangements for the next day, then went back to his room. The message light on the phone was flashing. He dialed for his messages and heard Beth's voice. "Call me." Nothing more. He dialed her extension. She seemed to be waiting for his call. "Why don't you come to my room?" she breathed into the phone. "I have something to show you." He was down the hall in a flash, knocking on her door. "Beth, it's J.T." Her voice called out for him to come in. Beth stood before him, naked, her arms folded across her breasts. On her wrist she now wore the watch he had given her. He looked her over, head to toe and all places in between, and whistled appreciatively. "Oh, Beth, honey, you are one beautiful woman." Beth's smile lit the room. "Wouldn't you like to kiss the mother of your baby?" she asked. A grin of triumph burst out on J.T.'s face. J.T. locked and bolted the door and then moved to embrace his white lover. He towered over her and she seemed tiny in his muscular arms. All her anxieties gone, Beth now felt warm and secure in his powerful grip. Their lips met and their tongues swirled together in a kiss of infinite lust and desire. J.T.'s hands roamed across the firm white cheeks of her ass, then cupped her breasts. He lowered his tongue to brush her nipple, then sucked it into her mouth. It stiffened. A low moan escaped her lips. Holding her close with one arm, he reached beneath her to finger her cunt and test her arousal. One finger, then a second slipped in easily – yes, his bitch was hot, ready, and willing. J.T. paused to unbutton his shirt and Beth helped him to strip off his clothes. They embraced again. Beth inhaled his aroma and thrilled at the sharp contrast of their skin tones, ebony and ivory. She had never imagined that a coupling with a man could be so visually exciting. She dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed on his cock, the dark tip peeking out from his foreskin. Her husband and her lovers in her single days had been Jewish and circumcised. J.T.'s was her first uncut cock. She gently slid the hood back and tongued the tip, wet with his pre-cum. Ordinarily she did not care for the taste of semen, but this was different, and it seemed to intoxicate her. Opening wide, she drew several inches into her mouth (all she could manage), then began to bob her head to let his cock slide in and out, while she gently pumped the shaft that swelled in her small hands. The photo did not do it justice! She had never imagined a penis could be so large, so powerful, so dark. And it was huge around, too, especially at the head. J.T. knew that in just a few more moments he would explode in her throat. But wonderful though her moist and eager mouth felt, he did not want to waste a load that way tonight. No, indeed, he was a man with a special goal, and every drop of his cum was destined for her cunt. He pulled away from her, ignoring her protest, and lay on his back on the bed. "Lower your pussy onto my meat, baby, so you control how fast I get inside you. This can hurt." Maybe. But not for Beth on this night. She squatted over his long tool. Then she guided it toward her cunt, placing her other hand on J.T.'s chest to balance herself. She thought she would have to ease down very slowly and waited for a flash of pain as the black knob split her pussy lips. To her delight, though, she was so eager and lubricated that his dick penetrated her easily, making a soft, slurpy sound on the way in, and she slid down on him in one smooth motion until their hairs brushed together. "Wow!" she gasped when she felt him fully embedded within her. "This is incredible." A sensation not unlike a mild electric shock coursed through her quivering flesh. She eased herself onto her knees and began to rock forward and back, impaled all the while on his shaft. When she came forward, her boobs hung close to J.T.'s face, and he brought her nipple into his waiting mouth. New sensations exploded within her. She felt her orgasm begin to surge. She grabbed his hands in hers, their fingers interlocked, and began to bounce up and down on his dick. Moments later she threw her head back in loud gasping moans as she soared to a place beyond time and space. Half conscious, she collapsed forward on his chest, lost in a dreamlike state, still spitted on his stiff cock. *** When Beth became alert again, J.T. sat up with her atop him, then swung his legs over the bed. "I bet your husband never made you cum like that." Beth giggled and shook her head. "And I bed he's not strong enough to do this." Still buried inside her, J.T. stood up and carried Beth over to the mirrored closet. She wrapped her legs around his waste and her clasped her hands behind his neck. They looked at each other in the mirror – she marveling at his powerful thighs and buttocks, which carried her weight effortlessly, he admiring her pale round ass. Her round bottom cheeks fit so perfectly in his hands. He began to fuck her while he stood and held her up. Slowly he humped her, each slight inward thrust drawing a gasp from her throat. "I am completely in you power," she cooed, and they kissed deeply. Next he laid her on the bed beneath him, never slipping all the way from her cunt. He began long, deep strokes. Beth's eyes rolled back in her head. She could feel her second orgasm start to well up from her toes. She rubbed her hands across J.T.'s rock-hard chest and chiseled abs, then up his arms. Her eye caught the pretty watch he had given her, and the thought of what would result from this union sent her over the edge. She had never appreciated how different – how much better – sex to make a baby would feel. Catching her breath, Beth remembered that J.T. had not yet cum. "It's you turn, J.T. Fill me with your seed. I want to feel it." He pulled out and turned her over. "This is the best position for it," he insisted, not very convincingly . "Sends them in the right direction." Beth wasn't fooled. She had noticed how he liked to fondle her ass. But she liked doggy-style fucking, too, so she positioned herself on all fours. J.T. entered her in one powerful thrust, and for a moment Beth was sure his cock would go right through her and come out her throat. The one thing Beth missed when she was being fucked from behind was being able to kiss her partner. But J.T. was so tall that all she had to do was turn her head to the side and their tongues could swirl together. J.T. understood what she wanted, too. Sometimes he would pause at the end of his inward thrust so they could exchange soul kisses. His hands grasped hers. He admired the contrast of the black watch band and her pale wrist. He liked the fact that she still wore her wedding ring – he had made another beautiful honky cunt break her marital vows. Her infidelity made his conquest that much sweeter. Soon his thrusts became faster, more urgent, finally almost violent. Both their cries filled the room, two rutting animals in heat. "I'm his bitch now," Beth thought, "and we're about to mate." J.T. made a final plunge and a roar escaped his throat. His balls slapped loudly against Beth's cunt as his load filled her, and with little warning she came again, too. He let his weight fall upon her. Beth's arms collapsed under her, her face pressed against the bed. "Do you feel it, Beth, going inside you, making a beautiful baby?" "Yes, yes, I do!" she cried, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "I want that. I want your baby more than I've ever wanted anything." They lay that way for a long while, as his jism began the unimpeded journey toward her ovaries. *** Beth lost count of her orgasms, but by morning J.T. had cum five times. She had not known it was possible for one man to have so many orgasms. They slept little, only enough to recover their strength. Somehow they managed on adrenaline alone to get thru the meetings of days two and three with the clients. Their second night together and the last one were as passionate as the first. By the time they returned home, Beth was convinced she was pregnant. Still, just to make certain (and because they were both horny all the time) she and J.T. arranged a couple of intimate meetings at hotels or his apartment. She realized people at work were beginning to notice so she arranged a transfer to another unit. J.T. was disappointed but he understood it was best for both of them. When Beth's period was late, she went for the test. Sure enough, it came back positive. J.T. was ecstatic at the news. Beth decided she was through with her marriage, so she told her husband the truth, packed her belongings, and moved in with Cathy and Robin and their toddlers. They were like older sisters to Beth. They helped her cope with the morning sickness and shared their maternity clothes. J.T. was a regular caller (and lover to all three of them). In her ninth month, Beth posed for her picture with J.T., the one he would show his next partner. She learned that J.T. had eight mulatto children already. Her beautiful son, who looked so much like a lighter version of J.T. (but was darker than Beth had expected), made nine. In the next few years, Beth had three more mixed-race babies, two by J.T. and the third with Walter, her new husband. She is now twenty-eight years old and blissfully happy. It is true, she muses sometimes, that once a girl tries black she never goes back.