Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Luke Powers: Black Master Chapter 4: "Luke's Jamaican Vacation" (free sample) (See the "XXX-Women" series, "Perils of Greggie-Poo" series and "Misadventures of Mishi" series for more Luke Powers action!) Richard Pagginton the Third had it all. He was a successful businessman, a multi-millionaire and still in his 30's! He had all the right connections - his father had gone to Yale & Harvard, and his father before him. He didn't even have to take entrance exams. From there it was easy - a plum do-nothing position at his father's investment firm, stock option bonuses, a few insider stock trades here and there that the FEC would never look into and he was richer than most Americans ever dream of being. It was almost too easy. He was amazingly lucky in love, too. His wife, a mere 18 years old, was the absolute vision of purity and beauty. Here eyes were large, crystal blue and her bone structure was just perfect. She looked like an angel on Earth. While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't handsome, either. He was kind of short for a man - only 5'6" and rather skinny but with a bit of a gut at the same time. Sitting around an office all day playing solitaire isn't great for his physique. And he was pretty sure his hairline was receding. But he knew Bunni would never leave him, she adored him. She came from a very wealthy, aristocratic white family, as well. Her parents were friends of his parents. She was a bit of a rebel, though; she had a bit of a wild side. But her best asset was surely her body. She was a good 5'10", had creamy white skin, wavy naturally light blonde hair cut in a bob at her shoulders, large, firm breasts, a full C cup, and the most perfect ass God had ever sculpted. And she was all his. They'd met and married in less than 6 months. It was almost too easy. Of course, it helped being white. After all, he knew, whites were just smarter. Better at business and all that. Certainly other races had their strengths, too - Asians were hard workers, blacks were good at sports, etc. But white men, he knew, were really meant to be the ones running everything. They just naturally belonged in charge. The world worked best that way, he assured himself. As he looked around the beach at all the black waiters and waitresses, he affirmed his world view. Here he and his wife were, on vacation at one of the most expensive and exclusive resorts in the Caribbean. And all around them were the "natives", calling them "sir" and "ma'am" and waiting on them hand and foot. And they all seemed so happy. This must be the natural order of things, he thought. Turning his attention from his reverie back to his beautiful wife, he let his gaze caress her naked body. She laid there in the sun, shining like an ivory statue, her hair caught the sunlight and seemingly glowed golden-white. Of all the other women on this nude beach, none could compare to her stunning, natural beauty. She turned her eyes from the romance novel she was reading and caught his gaze. "What's the matter, honey?" her sweet voice lilted through the fresh sea-breeze air. "Nothing, nothing," he assured her, "it's just..." She looked at him quizzically. "I love you so much, Honey-Bunni..." he proclaimed earnestly. "Oh, Richie... I love you, too!" she said as she reached out and held his hand with hers. They smiled sweetly at each other, exchanged a light peck on the lips and returned to their reading. Richard flipped through his issue of "The Weekly Standard", reading an article about liberals whining over the loss of entitlement programs like Social Security, Medicare, Welfare and all those other rewards for lazy, poor people. As far as Richard was concerned, those people got more than they deserved. If they're not smart enough to succeed in the world, they shouldn't complain and they certainly shouldn't expect the ones who *do* work for a living to support them! It was absurd! They should be happy they're not homeless and living on the street, or dead! After all, beggars can't be choosers! Richard finished the article and shook his head derisively at those bleeding-heart liberals always crying over the "plight" of the poor minorities. What a crock, he thought as he set the magazine down and gazed out into the ocean. Out about 30 feet from the shoreline, he saw a shiny black round form rising from the water. He wondered what it might be - a seal, perhaps? No, they preferred colder waters... then, as he watched, he saw a huge, pitch-black, impressively-muscled black man walking out of the water towards the beach... As the black goliath rose from the clear blue waters, Rich was simply amazed at his size. He must have been nearly 7 feet tall and well over 250 pounds. He seemed like more a giant than a man. "Honey, what are you looking at?" Bunni said, but Rich couldn't pull his eyes away to answer. She turned and saw the massive black Adonis and stared at this ebony idol striding out of the surf towards them. As they watched, transfixed, it was as if he moved in slow motion. His meaty, perfectly-toned muscles rippled with each step he took. The sun glinted off his dark, wet skin. And, as he rose above the surf, they saw it. A gargantuan, pitch-black horse-cock swaying between his legs, down to his knees, as he strode purposely out of the ocean. The swinging monster phallus was hypnotic, like a magician's watch. Neither Richard nor Bunni could tear their eyes from the man. It was like a Greek creation myth come true - an ebony God borne from the ocean, itself. He stopped about 30 feet in front of the couple and shook his bald head to shake the water from it. As he shook, the mesmerized white couple could see every individual, perfect muscle of his body flex and relax. His cock swung heavily through the air - slapping one thigh and then the other, a spray of water flying off of it with each impact. Suddenly, the black man's dark, penetrating eyes turned on them. He stared right at them as if he'd sensed them watching him! Richard quickly turned away pretending not to stare, but he saw his wife was still agape, unable to tear her eyes from him. Then he noticed, he couldn't believe it, but he saw that she was drooling! She actually had saliva running down her chin! It had even dropped down onto her perfect, white breasts! Her pink nipples were erect and he could swear he smelled the scent of her pussy - it must have been steaming and dripping wet! She wriggled her hips a little bit and he knew his suspicions were confirmed. He didn't know what to think... was his beautiful, pure, white wife actually excited by this... this savage? Well, he thought, blacks are more like animals - they are built for physical activities, he supposed it wasn't unusual to sense the primal forces in them. But certainly, she would never actually act on it. She had never expressed interest in any black celebrities and often spoke of being uncomfortable around "those people". If this animalistic display excited something in her, surely he would capitalize off of it later, in their bed. He reached out to snap her back to reality, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black man moving... towards them! He watched, paralyzed as he strode straight for them! What was he going to do? Rob them? Was he going to yell at him for staring? Did he even speak English? He involuntarily held his breath as the giant of a man approached them... and passed right between them up the steps to the resort. Bunni watched his muscular ass disappear behind the bushes as he continued up the path. Coming to their senses, Richard and Bunni awkwardly tried not to make eye contact, made a show of adjusting their positions and went back to reading, not saying a word. Richard looked down at his own nude body and felt a bit repulsed. His tiny, shriveled white penis was barely visible beyond his growing gut. It was tucked in its little sheath and sticking out barely an inch from between his modest fat rolls. Ashamed of his relative lack of endowment, he set his copy of "The Weekly Standard" over his penis and tried to concentrate on an article about Christian organizations and politics. He read first sentence over and over about 5 times before deciding to give up the charade. Richard realized he was drenched in sweat. The sun was getting higher in the sky, he told himself, that must be it. But he knew he had begun to sweat the moment the black giant looked at him and his wife. Being a white guy, it didn't take much sweat to make him stink, and if he was going to take advantage of his wife's horny disposition later, he knew he should get clean. He stood up and looked around, "Honey, I think I'm going to go rinse off..." he said lazily, trying to be casual. "Hmm?" Bunni said, looking up from her romance novel, "oh, okay, Pookums, I'm going to stay out here a bit longer and finish this chapter, okay?" "Alright, Honey, see you in a bit," Richie leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She waved to him as he headed up the path. Richard headed for the public shower just off the beach to rise off. He heard the water running and looked in, quickly, to see if it was occupied or if someone had just left the water running. He was shocked to see the black goliath from the beach in the shower, rinsing off! *end of free sample* To read the full story, please buy it on Kindle at Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01520GFEM Thank you!