The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger

"Must have gotten demoted." Lydia sniped.

"Sometimes I like to switch things up... For special people." Genevieve rubbed James' shoulders "I'm here to get you anything you need." She bent at the waist a little to expose some of her deep cleavage.

James simply gave a drink order.

Genevieve served the couple and the section of the restaurant. She stole as many glances as possible at the couple as they grew bolder and bolder. By the end of their meal, Lydia openly massaged James' crotch. Genevieve stopped in her tracks and could now see James' cock was no optical illusion. His manhood struggled to stay contained and threatened to rip the fabric of his pants. She got so excited, that she didn't even notice James looking right back at her. She went off into a hallway to cool off, try to force her mind off sex. Hands slid around her waist and pulled her towards a hard body. She could feel a bulge pressing into her backside.

"Are we ever getting the check, Gene?" James whispered into her ear. One of his hands cupped her right breasts and her legs almost gave out on her. She said nothing and just let the black man that she barely knew touch her. His hand slid into her blouse and under her bra to squeeze her tit possessively.

Genevieve cried out quietly in orgasm. She was too sensitive to take much. She slowly removed his hand and held it. For a moment, James thought she had come to her senses and would put a stop to it. Instead, she led him to her manager's empty office. Once inside she turned around to face her black warrior. She smiled and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. In moments, she freed her huge tits in front of him for the first time.

James didn't want to toy with her anymore. He squeezed one tit and slurped the other nipple into his mouth. The other hand forcefully pulled down her panties.

Gene was helpless against such an attack. She groaned and cried as James got her ready for her true conquest. James had never felt a wetter pussy in his life. The poor girl was dripping onto her boss's desk.

"Unzip me." He ordered.

Gene's hands shook as she unzipped his pants. She had trouble pulling it out at first, but eventually revealed the long hard shaft "Holy shit..."

James lifted her up on the desk and pushed straight into his object of lust.

Gene's eyes rolled up into her head and she thought she blacked out for a moment. None of her flings ever felt this good and they were easily twice the man that her fiancée was. She looked down and saw that he still had a lot of cock left to push into her. "Give it to me... Give it to me, you black motherfucker! Like you give it to that Lydia skank!" She yelled, not caring if anyone heard.

James shoved an extra four inches into her to send her over the edge again. Her voice reached a new high octave. James wanted to make sure Gene never thought seriously of another white cock again. Once he buried himself completely in her snatch, he fucked her relentlessly. The virus improved his stamina way beyond his old limitations and he kept the high tempo going.

Gene lost her mind and started to babble "Fucking niggers shouldn't fuck whites... It's not natural, it's not right." She talked to herself before cumming hard all over black dick. For a moment, her rational thoughts went to her past lovers and she remembered that they wore condoms. She looked at the powerful black man fucking her and didn't bother bringing it up. Her demands seemed trivial compared to his pleasure. She lost count of her orgasms and knew her boss' desk was ruined. Nothing would get the smell of pussy off of it at this point.

James gripped both of her sensitive tits at the same time, pushed in deep and unloaded inside his fresh conquest. After a few strong spurts, he pulled out and shot the rest of his load over the young, engaged, white woman.

Before they could even catch their breath, the manager walked in "What the Fuck?!"

"I quit." Gene said with remarkable calm. She felt no shame at all. She quickly put on her blouse and fixed her skirt, before leaving. The two left in such a hurry that she didn't bother wiping the cum from her face and hair.

James helped Gene walk, since her legs felt like rubber. Lydia saw the two and immediately caused a scene. After some screaming, slapping and hair pulling, airport security escorted all three out and they all lost their jobs.

..............

The next day, Gene did not want to talk to her fiancée about how she lost her job for having sex on company property. She had nowhere to go, while pretending to be at work, so she visited James' home in Harlem. Gene was not used to the dirtier, poorer areas and hoped desperately that she didn't ruin her designer shoes. They ate at a diner that Gene normally wouldn't get caught dead in. However, she wanted to do what James wanted. Her body already screamed for James to take her to his home. She also remembered what happened the last time James took someone on a 'date'. Her tits were aching to be touched and she just wanted to get on her knees and let James titty fuck her in front of everyone. Gene looked around and got a lot of dirty looks from the black women in the restaurant. Some of them looked away when she made eye-contact, but others kept glaring at her. 'I guess I'm not a member of the tribe yet.' She thought to herself. Gene stood up and slid into James' lap to kiss him deeply. The women around could definitely see her tongue slide in. "Let's get out of here." She purred. James left some cash on the table and put his arm around the small of Gene's back. Gene moved it to her right ass cheek and gave some of the women a taunting wink.

Gene hated James' building, but her pussy vetoed any concern that she had. She'd go to a garbage dump if she had to. The elevator was broken, so they had to climb up six flights of stairs. Each step made her regret her choice to wear heels. The walls had random stains and the carpet in the hallway felt sticky. They finally reached the apartment and stepped inside. Immediately, the two noticed a thumping noise coming from the bedroom.

"God Damn it, Cous!... What have I told you about bringing bitches to MY bed?" James shouted. Gene looked and saw James' cousin fucking the living shit out of some white brunette. He pulled her shoulders back and pounded her from behind. When caught, he let go of her shoulders and she plopped face first into the bed.

James' cousin was an imposing figure as he loomed over the skinny woman. The 6'5" man had prison tats all over his muscular arms. "We broke my bed last week, where am I supposed to fuck?"

Gene's eyes grew wide as he slowly pulled his slick cock out of the thoroughly fucked white woman. It just didn't seem to end.

James spoke up "Gonna have to buy a new one. Gene... This is my cousin Grady and this is..." He motioned towards the woman Grady tried to pull into the next room.

"This is my bitch parole officer, or should I say... parole officer bitch." Grady snickered. She could barely stand, so Grady just hoisted the naked woman over his shoulder. On his way out, he looked Gene up and down "Damn Cous, you're doing better than I thought." He delivered an unexpected smack to Gene's ass before leaving.

The chain of infection would be clear if they had known any better. Gene infected James, who passed it to Grady, who passed it to his parole officer. Gene couldn't wrap her head around why everyone around her changed so drastically. The people in that room were only a tiny fraction of the damage Cindy inflicted by kissing Genevieve.

Gene was finally alone with James, but she still had Grady's cock in her head and the sting of his hand on her ass.

James started to unbuckle his belt "Alone at last..."

Gene hesitated for a moment; she had no desire to ever meet in such a place again "Maybe we can talk a bit. You know I have a fiancée, so maybe we can meet at a hotel next time. I don't want to..."

James quickly pulled her mouth on his angry looking black cock to shut her up "Too good to come down here are you? Well I have bitches falling all over themselves to get at me lately. If you don't like it, you can get nigga dick somewhere else, understood?"

Gene didn't expect to be sucking cock, she never did it for anyone and thought it was degrading. James' strong hands forced it deeper and deeper. She tried to get up, but eventually gave in.

"I can tell you ain't sucked a lot of dick. Maybe cause your bitch fiancée doesn't have a mouthful, or a throatful like me." He put more pressure on the back of her head and tested out her gag reflex.

Gene struggled to breathe as James' foot long cock forced its way down her gullet. Her hands tried to push him away involuntarily, but he wouldn't budge. She had never been treated anything like this. Men usually worshipped her and tried so hard to please her 'Now this bastard uses me like this, in this shithole?!' She thought to herself. Despite her anger, her hand moved between her legs. She'd never been wetter in all her life and just had to touch herself.

Suddenly, he let her go and she gasped for air. "If we gonna fuck, I'm not tolerating that spoiled bitch attitude of yours for a second. Got it?!" James delivered his ultimatum.

Gene just gave him her angry 'fuck me' stare in the eyes and moved her pussy over his tall standing dick. She maintained eye contact as she sunk her soaked pussy down on his shaft "Whatever you want." She purred. The room was silent, except for the wet squishing sound of Gene lowering herself onto James. Getting filled with thick, hard cock made her feel complete. She couldn't really think of anything her future father-in-law's money could buy that could bring her such joy. Halfway down his shaft, Gene clenched her legs together and shook in an orgasm so strong that she squirted all over James' chest. She rested her hands on his abs and squatted further down. Grady and nearby residents could hear her scream of pleasure.

James gripped her hips and pulled her all the way down. He then picked her up and slammed her into the wall. He held her wrists together over her head with one hand. The other hand hooked under her knee to support her weight as he slam fucked her into the paper-thin walls. This gave him a great view of her bouncing tits, which he gave the occasional lick or bite.

Meanwhile, Grady looked at his naked, passed out parole officer. She was completely fucked out. 'Maybe 4 hours was overdoing it...' Grady wondered. He watched the walls shake and could hear every moan from his cousins' room.

Gene marveled at James' strength as he held her up and fucked her. She was quickly overwhelmed by his lightning fast and powerful thrusts. Being fucked above the ground and having her wrists held above her head made her feel bound and helpless. For the first time, Gene couldn't dictate terms and part of her loved James for it.

James' thrusts grew slower, but much harder as he approached orgasm. He pulled her from the wall, held her hips and lifted her up and down his cock. With a loud grunt, he buried himself in his new bitch and blasted her with cum from the inside. The two collapsed on the bed and panted for air. Gene could see the imprint her back made in the poorly constructed wall.

After a couple of minutes of rest, Grady walked in. He was still naked and hard as a rock. "Nigga, what you doin' back in here?" James yelled.

"I know you go fast and hard, so I figured you'd be done in 15 minutes or so." Grady snickered.

"Man, fuck you." James responded to the jab.

"No offense, Cous; Just your style. I took too long with my girl and wore her out. I still gotta nut." He said and started eyeing Gene hungrily.

Gene thought Grady was completely nuts. 'There's no way, James will want to give me up.' She thought to herself.

"Whatever. Bitch, go suck his dick or something." James ordered dismissively and lay back down to rest.

"What?!" Gene sat straight up. She was turned on by James taking control, but this was a step too far. Right when she planned on angrily bitching James out, her eyes locked back on Grady's giant swinging dick. It stood straight up and pulsed with his heartbeat. Gene stood transfixed. She bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. In reality, she didn't know James that much better than any other black man. Who cares where she got her black dick fix "I guess, if you want me to..." Gene conceded. She approached Grady and looked up at the hulking black man and his pussy enslaving rod.

If Gene had passed him on the street a month ago, she would have fearfully clenched her purse. But now, her hand timidly grips his manhood, as if it could bite her. She first gripped him 5 inches above his base, then her other hand gripped him 5 inches higher. To her delight, there was plenty of cock remaining to worship with her mouth. She started to stroke him with both hands. She looked up into his eyes and opened her tiny mouth to engulf the fat head. It still tasted like pussy. She sucked the parole officer right off of him.

After sucking him for a while, she started licking his shaft clean. Eventually moving to his bull sized balls. She couldn't believe a human could have such a pair. She lapped them lovingly.

Grady figured there was plenty of time to be rough with her later. He let Gene explore on her own until she got him ready to cum. She stroked him with both hands and swirled her tongue over his head when Grady held her head in place. His head made an airtight seal around her mouth when he shot his load.

Gene struggled not to choke. Each blast filled her mouth and forced her to swallow fast. She used to hate the idea of swallowing, but Grady's cum was thick and tasted divine.

James watched Gene's throat bulge with every *GULP* that he heard.

*GULP* ... *GULP* ... *GULP* ... *GULP*........ *GULP*

Grady finally started to slow down. Gene squeezed every drop out and caught the last drop with her tongue. "Holy fuck, I'm full." She groaned in slight discomfort. It still didn't stop her from lovingly licking him clean. She snuggled her face into his dick "I think I'm in love..."

1 WEEK LATER

Paul was freaking out as he waited for his fiancée to come home from work. His whole relationship was in jeopardy and every second ached. He had noticed her acting strangely, but didn't think much of it until today. He sat at their kitchen table and stood the moment she walked in the door.

Gene was walking funny again and had a big dumb grin on her face. She looked high and her skin was decorated with bruises and bite marks. Before, she tried to at least appear presentable when she got home, but now she didn't seem to care. "Hey hon, how was school today?" she giggled when she asked.

"It was fine... Genevieve, how was work?" Paul retorted with a much more serious tone.

"Work was great, work was the best. Just call me Gene now. Everyone else does." Her legs were wobbly as she went to the fridge.

"I got a call today... They talked about sending your final pay check in the mail. I got quite the earful. They wanted to press charges for lewd behavior, but I convinced them not to tangle with my Dad and his firm. Got anything you wanted to say to me?" Paul looked at her accusingly.

Gene looked at Paul and smiled "Awwww little boy looks adorable when he's mad." Gene walked over and condescendingly patted his cheek. She looked him deep in the eyes for a long time. He flinched first and looked down. "Baby, I don't really care. I've had a long day. I'm taking a shower and going to bed."

Paul was flabbergasted. 'How could she be so non-chalant? How could she treat me this way?!' He thought long and hard about it. Plans for the wedding were already in progress, reservations made, deposits paid. More importantly, calling off the wedding would be a huge embarrassment. His father always told him that Genevieve was wrong for him. His gut told him that she cheated on him, but there was no definitive proof. 'Maybe she's going through a phase right before the wedding...' a small piece of him wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Despite his best judgment, he joined his sleeping fiancée in bed and dropped the subject entirely. Deep down, he knew it would only get worse.

...........

After that night, Gene simply went to James' place every day without giving Paul an explanation. Losing their jobs forced James to come up with a creative solution for making money.

...........

The old Cadillac rocked back and forth in the seedy alley way. Gene pushed her palm into the roof and rode the black cock for all she was worth. Her G cups bounced violently in the man's face. He didn't have the same stamina as Grady or James, so he couldn't take much more. He lifted her hips and started pounding her so hard that her head kept knocking into the roof of the car. The man had a respectable cock, but nothing on par with what she was used to. The virus would soon change that. He sped up and came hard inside her.

"Ohhh, Jesus. That was the best of my life. Never thought a white girl like you would be hooking in this neighborhood." The man was breathless and completely satisfied. He put a wad of cash in Gene's fishnets.

Gene took the money. It was pretty decent sex, but just a taste of what was to come at James' big party. She didn't feel too bad about being a whore, since she wanted to fuck all day anyway. Besides, she was planning on marrying Paul for his family money. She simply shifted to more honest whoring.

Her heels clacked down the dirty alley 'Oh shit, I gotta get home for the party!' Gene thought, before realizing that she didn't mean her home with Paul. Once she got there, Grady was smoking a joint with Lydia and Janine the parole officer. All three were stark naked. Gene had made peace with the former TSA supervisor when both accepted that they weren't enough woman for James. She simply stripped and joined in.

Before long, the three started theorizing as to how everyone they knew got so sex crazed. "I told you all, this crazy bitch kissed me, and put a damned 'jungle fever' curse on me." Gene took a drag, held it in and exhaled "What I don't get is how come everyone else is going just as crazy. Everyone except Paul." Gene giggled.

Janine was next to take a hit "Maybe she gave you some weird sex disease and you pass it around. But only for black guys." Everyone looked at Janine for a long pause and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

James walked in "Damn it Grady! You're getting all the bitches fucked up before the party!"

"Don't worry, Cous... I ain't touched them for a minute. They'll be good and loose for the boys." Grady's fingers gently stroked Gene's cheek and she just wanted to melt.

Everyone heard a knock at the door and James suggested that Gene answer. She got a little smirk on her face and sauntered over to the door.

Almost a dozen of James' friends and acquaintances were met with the sight of the naked, raven haired, voluptuous beauty. They immediately perked up. Half of them thought James was joking with the invitation. Gene grabbed the first mans' hands, turned into him and let him embrace her from behind as they walked in together into the apartment. "Your guests are here." She announced happily.

The group saw Lydia and Janine and knew that James wasn't exaggerating. One of them gave him a hug along with a few hundred dollars per man for 'admission'. "Damn, motherfucker! I thought you were talking shit!"

Gene handed James her wad of cash from working "Did I make enough to join the party?"

James couldn't believe Gene would pay to join, since she was the main attraction. But he took the money none the less.

Gene looked at the small crowd of young black men and didn't recognize anyone except little Charlie. Weeks ago, James had Gene fuck the scrawny, nervous young man to build up his confidence. Gene couldn't believe how much he had changed. He was definitely taller, he put on some serious muscle and looked perfectly at home when he approached Gene to rub her ass. "Hey there, I've gone through a little bit of a growth spurt since I saw you last."