Black employer

Author Erix

2010

THE BLACK EMPLOYER

Natasha Dorofeeva couldn't hold back an admiring exclamation when she saw this luxurious mansion. A two-story building painted in light tones: a large central part and two wings—eastern and western. All around were flowerbeds and groves of palm trees, two huge swimming pools, outbuildings of three garages and four guest houses. Yes, Troy Blacks knew how to live beautifully.

Natasha had come here to California, to Los Angeles, from Moscow. She came to get a job as a governess. She had read about this job in an advertisement that said young

female workers were needed in the homes of wealthy Americans. The salary was decent. Dozens of other girls had flocked here along with Natasha. The person who organized it all assigned Natasha to this house, to an owner named Troy Blacks. Natasha had never seen him and didn't even have the slightest idea what kind of man he was. However, this didn't bother the girl. By nature, she was brave, uninhibited, and easily got along with people, thanks to her cheerful, joyful disposition and sociability.

Needless to say, Natasha was wonderfully beautiful. A blue-eyed natural blonde with a pretty face and a lovely figure. She was 1.69 meters tall, had shoulder-length hair, and her skin was white, clear, and velvety. The girl took strict care of herself, was always well-groomed, neat, and clean.

In both hands, Natasha held large sports bags with necessary items.

The taxi had brought her right to the destination, so she wouldn't have to carry these bags far. Natasha spoke English quite well, so she felt very free communicating with the local people.

Approaching the large double gates, Natasha pressed the doorbell button. A minute later, a tall black man, about 30 years old, opened the door for her. This guy was a head taller than Natasha, lean, wiry, and clearly very strong. His skin was the color of dark chocolate, and his smile was dazzlingly white-toothed and friendly. He was dressed in a colorful Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

 — Hello, — Natasha smiled. — I'm here to see Mr. Troy Blacks. Is he home?

 — Yes, — the black man nodded. — Are you here about the governess job?

 — Yes. My name is Natasha. I'm from Russia.

 — Wow! — exclaimed the black man. He seemed quite surprised. That he immediately began to frankly devour Natasha with a lustful look was understandable.

She was a very beautiful young girl. And the fact that she was also from Russia, a distant, mysterious country, gave Natasha even more piquancy in the black man's eyes.

 — My name is Abudda, — said the black man. — I'm sort of like the gatekeeper and I look after the garage.

 — Very nice to meet you, — Natasha smiled, — so we'll be working together.

 — You go there now, — said Abudda, pointing to the large central door. — Mr. Blacks is waiting in the main living room.

Natasha gave Abudda both her bags and headed for the door. She entered and, passing through the vestibule, immediately found herself in a large room. Two sofas and three armchairs were placed here, with large pots containing two-meter-tall palm trees between them. In one of the armchairs sat a black man about 45 years old with a shaved head, protruding ears, thick lips, and a wide, flattened nose. He was dressed in a white shirt and Levi's jeans. He was solidly built, muscular, although he already had a developing belly. The most surprising thing was that, despite his external unattractiveness, this black man was incredibly sexually attractive. Something incomprehensible ran through Natasha's body.

She couldn't have imagined that a black man could attract her sexually. That guy at the gate was also good-looking, but this black man was simply super.

With difficulty shaking off the spell, Natasha greeted him. The black man rose from the sofa and approached her.

 — I'm Troy Blacks, — he said. — This is my house and I'm glad you came. I've been waiting for you, baby, they told me you were a sweet candy and now I see it's true.

Troy was frankly staring, now at her bare legs, now at her breasts protruding under the fabric of her T-shirt, and was practically licking his lips.

Natasha was surprised and slightly stunned. This house, the luxurious setting, the exquisite decor, didn't match the owner's loose manners and his wild baboon-like habits at all. Troy, meanwhile, continued:

 — Here's the thing, doll, you'll work in this wing, don't poke your nose into the others. You'll be settled in one of the guest houses. For any questions, contact Abudda or my assistant Obar. I pay governesses well, just do your job and don't ask unnecessary questions. Do you understand everything?

Natasha nodded.

 — Excellent. I'll often have guests here, other black brothers like me, so don't be surprised. We have business and all that.

 — Okay, — Natasha smiled and nodded again.

 — One more thing, — Troy raised and extended the index finger of his right hand to emphasize his point. — I have one important rule: any governess works for me for three months, then I take another one.

 — But I was hoping to work longer, — Natasha became worried.

 — It's my rule, — Troy repeated with emphasis. — After three months, there must be a new girl. I like to change girls as often as possible.

 — In what sense? — Natasha asked, stunned.

 — In the literal sense. It gets boring fucking the same ones for a long time.

 — And the governesses have to… — Natasha blushed. — That… With you…

 — Well, yes, — Troy nodded. He didn't seem embarrassed at all and spoke about things quite matter-of-factly. — I'm the boss here, this is my territory and all the women on this territory must belong to me. I definitely fuck all of them. Both secretaries and dishwashers and governesses. Besides, they get a hefty extra payment for the fuck, so it's profitable. I'm not a poor man and I'm ready to reward girls, but in return, I can also expect some concessions.

 — Well, what if a girl doesn't agree?

 — What do you mean doesn't agree? — Troy's eyes bulged. Apparently, he didn't expect such a question. — That can't be. I'm the master of this territory. So, get ready, I'll gladly try you out.

Natasha blushed deeply, became completely embarrassed and agitated by such unexpected turns. It wasn't that she didn't like Troy, no, on the contrary, the black man strongly attracted her. But to fuck him just like that, right away… It somehow didn't fit. And she had never tried it with black men before. Although, of course, she couldn't be called a prude. Natasha loved sex and enjoyed it, but not in the first minutes of acquaintance.

 — I can't just like that, right away, — she muttered.

 — I understand, — Troy responded. — You've had a long journey, you're tired and adjusting to a different time zone. But don't drag it out. I can't wait to stick it in you. For now, I'll fuck the secretary, she's in the next office, but in about four hours, I hope to fuck you. By the way, how is it down there between your legs? Shaved? I love it when girls have everything shaved down there. It just turns me on. You know, it's especially great to drive a cock into a bare 'pussy'. Although I also like some hairstyles. A landing strip on the pubis, a tuft, or a stripe.

 — I… oh… — Natasha didn't know what to say. She was simply burning with shame, but at the same time, these rude, boorish conversations were starting to turn her on for some reason. Strange, she hadn't noticed this about herself before.

 — Well, okay, — Troy got up from the sofa. — I'm off, and you get settled for now. Oh yes, I almost forgot. About the three months. After they end, I pay the governess a year's salary and arrange for her to go to one of my friends. So, don't worry about that. I never mistreat my women.

He left, leaving Natasha in confusion, agitation, and ruffled feelings. The girl didn't know what to do. She had nothing against sex, but she couldn't treat it as simply as Troy Blacks did. He resembled some wild male from the jungle. Natasha didn't know if she was ready to lie under such a male today. On the other hand, she hadn't had sex for a couple of months, since she and Vlad broke up. And Troy attracted her. Damn strongly attracted her. But fucking a black man… That was somehow scary. Unfamiliar. But maybe it was worth trying? Curiosity began to take hold of Natasha. Really, how would it be? The same as always or somehow different?

Meanwhile, Abudda came and informed her that Natasha's things were in place.

 — Come on, I'll show you where you'll live.

They left the house, turned the corner, and walked about twenty meters along a stone-paved path between tall bushes and palm trees.

The house was cozy: one room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a shower. In the room, there was a comfortable fold-out sofa, a wardrobe for clothes, a shelf for cosmetics, a bedside table, a TV, and a large mirror on the wall. There were also two chairs with high backs and a built-in storage closet where bedding was kept.

 — Do you like it? — Abudda smiled.

 — Oh yes, — Natasha laughed. — She really was pleased. It was cozy here and had all the amenities.

Abudda informed her that she could wash clothes and laundry right here: in the shower room, there was a large bathtub and a semi-automatic washing machine. But there was also a laundry room in the yard where everything was washed with automatic machines.

While Natasha was walking back and forth, the black man watched her unblinkingly. The girl felt embarrassed, but at the same time, she was pleased. She liked Abudda. He grew bolder and slipped his hand under her skirt, touching her thigh. Natasha smiled, a light shiver of pleasure ran through her body.

 — Can I come at night? — asked the black man, greedily and impetuously embracing the Russian girl.

She trembled all over with excitement. Damn, are these black men really as passionate as they say? And this one, like Troy, was ready to get on her as soon as he saw her and learned her name.

 — You can, — she whispered.

 — Maybe now? — his hands slid under the fabric of her panties. Natasha moaned, feeling intense arousal.

 — No, — she exhaled with difficulty. — Troy said I should come to him.

 — He's the boss, the master, — Abudda regretfully released the girl from his embrace and stepped back. — But later, at night, I'll come, okay?

 — Tomorrow night? — Natasha clarified.

 — No, today! — he exclaimed impetuously.

 — But today Troy is going to… I don't know how I'll be able to afterwards.

 — What's there not to be able to do? — Abudda was surprised. — It's just a matter of fucking.

— I see, this one also has a simple attitude towards sex," Natasha thought. — Yeah, these black guys are uncomplicated. For them, fucking is like drinking a glass of water.

 — Okay, tonight, — Natasha agreed. — Just as long as Mr. Blacks doesn't find out. He probably wouldn't like it.

 — Don't worry, he won't find out, — Abudda kissed the girl hotly and passionately and ran out of the house.

* * *

Natasha had barely managed to rinse off in the shower and dry her hair when Troy Blacks barged into the room. He found the girl sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a towel.

 — Wow! — exclaimed the black man, staring at her bare legs. — Come on, baby, stand up, take off the towel and show yourself.

The girl blushed all over with shame and agitation. Her gaze was fixed on the black man. Troy was broad-shouldered and muscular, and his developing belly didn't spoil him at all; on the contrary, it gave him a solid look. Troy was wearing small swimming trunks, and how they bulged in front attracted Natasha the most. And the trunks bulged quite a bit.

Following the Russian girl's gaze, the black man grinned and, with one quick movement, pulled down his trunks.

Natasha gasped, her eyes widened. The black man's erect cock was enormous, over twenty centimeters long and thick as a sausage. It stuck out at a slight upward angle and swayed heavily. Below, just as heavily as a pedigreed bull's, hung the black man's huge balls—firm, dense spheres swollen with overflowing sperm.

Natasha dropped the towel to show herself to Troy. He sighed admiringly, looking at her young, slender body, her firm breasts, appetizing ass and thighs, slender legs, and smoothly shaved pubis. Yes, Natasha completely shaved it, her perineum and labia, making her pussy perfectly visible, tempting the black man with the sight of bare, tender pink, firm labia, the sight of a moist slit and the small nub of her clitoris protruding between the petals of her labia above the hole of her vagina.

 — Come to me, pussy, — Troy rasped.

Natasha approached. Her breasts rose and fell with excited breathing.

The black man impetuously pulled the Russian girl to him and buried his mouth in her lips. With one hand, he began to knead and squeeze her tits, twisting and pulling Natasha's pink nipples with his fingers; he slipped his other hand between her legs. The girl moaned, feeling Troy's fingers penetrate her moist slit. They spread and stretched her labia, and with two fingers at once, the black man jerked her 'pussy'. With another finger, the black man kneaded and rubbed the firm nub