E&I Publishing 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009

Note: This story takes place early in the E&I saga before "Fresh
Off The Bus".

January 1999


"Actually, I'm surprised I'm even sitting here with you, Mr.
King. I have no intention of selling my business, but you can be
very persuasive. I'll publish books for you, but at my
discretion."

"I need your presses and this company. You can stay on as
President. Name your price."

Dondi Nkosi published all black power books and he still wondered
where Solomon King had come from. He thought he knew all rich and
powerful African-Americans in New York City. "No amount of money
can make me sell, Mr. King."

"How about eternal youth, virtual immortality, and a big dick?"

"What? Please don't waste my time with jokes."

"Bull," said Solomon King, sitting back and pulling out an
expensive looking cigar.

Nkosi was about to tell him he couldn't smoke, but it didn't look
like King would listen. Instead the obese bodyguard standing
behind Mr. King, pulled out a switch blade which startled the
publisher for a moment. "What the hell are you doing?" The fat
black man ran the knife up his forearm making a shallow cut. As
Nkosi watched the blood congealed into a scar which Bull flicked
off. There was no wound! "It's a magic trick of some kind?"

"No tricks, Mr. Nkosi,” said King. “Bull."

The next act was even stranger then cutting yourself. Bull
reached in his pants and pulled out a thick hose. "Jesus H
Christ." It wasn't a hose, it was the man's penis and it was
growing as big as a woman's forearm. It stopped at nearly 18".

"I can make you bigger, harder, your swollen balls will produce
more sperm and thus your orgasms will be ten times better. Women
will become obsessed with your big black cock."

"I'm happily married, thank you, and what woman would want that
monster?"

"Bull was a mistake," said Solomon, standing and taking out his
own penis. It was small only compared to the fat man's. King's
penis was around a foot long, perfectly formed, and as hard as
granite. The nut sack under his dick was sized to match the
shaft.

Dondi was filled with strange feelings as he stared at the two
hard cocks. He was jealous for one, and he wondered what his wife
would think when he came home sporting a foot long erection. He
also found it had to picture his wife, he couldn't think of much
besides those two huge cocks. He felt a longing growing in him,
overcoming the envy. He wanted to bring Solomon King home to fuck
his wife, to see her writhing in ecstasy as Bull hosed her nude
body with hot sperm. He wanted to make the big cocks cum… with
his hands… his mouth…

"Well, Mr. Nkosi, are you interested in my offer?" King, with
difficulty, put his erect cock back into his pants. Bull had even
more trouble. Dondi didn't want to see either of them put their
cocks away.

"I'll need to see results before I sign 51% of my company over to
you." Nkosi was a vain man and King had appealed to all his fears
and desires. Now fifty, he was dreading getting old and health
problems were starting to crop up.

"You may sign after we deliver. Stop by this address tomorrow
morning and we'll give you a shot. Within a month, you'll be just
like me. Tell anyone who asks, that you are on a black power diet
designed to bring out your superior Negroid genes."

Don looked at the address. It was in a drug-infested area of
Harlem. "What is this shot?"

"Let me tell you.......," and Dondi Nkosi listened in amazement
to Solomon King's story.

***************

Don pulled back the hood on his penis and held the ruler up to
it. His penis was 6.75" and quite thick. He'd been proud of it
and never got complaints in the past. His wife absolutely loved
his penis, almost as much as he did. Of course, that was early in
their marriage. Now after 25 years, the magic was gone. He no
longer got horny as often and his erections weren't as rampant as
they once were. He and Aesha had great sex, but only about once a
month.

Don put his penis away and was thinking of King's fantastic story
about secret labs, kidnapping, the human genome, and... There was
a rap at the door. "Enter."

Laci O'Brian entered the room. "Some things you need to sign off
on, Boss." The pretty raven haired beauty paused and Don could
see her nostrils flare as they sniffed the air. It was like Laci
could smell the lingering after effects of the two hung black
men's erect penises.

Don signed the papers. Laci was Nkosi's only editor and good at
her job. "Still planning on leaving me, Laci?"

"Yes, boss. I have friends with the big publishing companies and
have it on good authority they'll be hiring soon. It'll mean more
money and room for advancement. I've enjoyed working for you, but
I do have problems with a lot of the books we publish. I'm sick
and tired of proof reading one racist tome after another."

"You don't think the black race is discriminated against? The
victim of reoccurring racism?"

"Of course it is, but I find our books just as bigoted and
racist. I think we're in a cycle of racism. The black person
encounters a racist white and grows bitter. A white person with
an open mind encounters these angry blacks and becomes a racist
himself. And so on, and so on."

"You think I'm bitter and angry?"

"No sir, you’re a great boss, but most of our authors are bitter
racists and it's apparent in their writing."

Dondi nodded. "Well either way, I'll be sorry to see you go. You
were a great editor and an even greater intern... when I didn't
have to pay you."

Laci laughed. She liked Mr. Nkosi a lot and felt comfortable
around him even enough to discuss such a sensitive topic as race.
"I'm not leaving until I get another job and I promise you'll get
plenty of notice to replace me."

"Thanks Laci. I think we can leave a little early today so you
can get back to that lucky newlywed husband of yours and I can
take my wife out to dinner.

****************

Aesha thrust her hips up into his. She was shaking, shivering,
moaning, her nails dug into his back, and within seconds, the 49
year old black woman was having her first orgasm in ten years.
"Wow!" she managed to say between deep breaths.

"Wow, yourself baby," Dondi nuzzled his wife's neck. It was
several days after getting the Xserum at what looked like a drug
lab deep in Harlem. His dick didn't really look longer or fatter,
but he didn't remember it being this swollen and hard since he
was a teenager.

Aesha rolled out of bed still looking pretty good after all these
years. She showered and began dressing as did he. They both
always wore African style garb. Aesha put on an Egyptian style
necklace and rings. She was a school teacher and emphasized black
history. Don kissed his wife good bye and went to work.

****************

A week after getting the shot,  Don had dropped five pounds, felt
ten years younger, and his dick had grown an inch and a half
longer, now over 8". Plus, it got harder a lot quicker and more
often. As he rode the subway to work, the shaking car soon had it
hard as a rock just like when he'd ridden the school bus as a
young teenager. The thing created a large bulge down one pant leg
as it strained to rise upward.

Aesha was fascinated with it and curious about his "diet". She
was getting laid every night now and today, he'd also made love
to her in the morning. She'd had large orgasms every time. She'd
even sucked him off one night. It was something she'd never cared
for and usually saved for his birthday, but that night she
appeared to enjoy it. Don thought she was going to suck him to
completion, but his hard cock outlasted her neck muscles. His
erection was still making him limp as he walked up the subway
stairs and towards his office building.

"Mr. Nkosi! Are you alright?" asked Laci, running over towards
the limping man. She froze and stared at the bulge running down
his leg. Don's cock gave a little spasm at her attention.

"I pulled a groin, that's all, Mrs. O'Brian."

"I see," she replied, looking a little surprised.

Don went into his office and tried to work, but the damn thing
wouldn't go away. Finally, he freed it from his pants and let it
jut out from his crotch under his desk. He hadn't planned on
jerking off, but the very act of touching it was too much for
him. His hand started squeezing it, then stroking it. He pulled
his chair back and spit in his hand. He hated masturbating,
especially when he and his wife were having the best sex of their
lives. Of course, at the rate he was going, he fully expected to
be up and ready for action once his wife got home.

Don spit in his hand again and stared down at his fat cock
wishing his wife were here to take care of it. He loved looking
at his cock and the expression of awe on Aesha's face when she
stared at it. He thought of Laci's shock when she noticed his
bulge. "I'd sure like to show this thing to her," he mumbled. He
came, grunting as a wad of cum rivaling a years worth of his
previous orgasms shot out under his desk.

Laci knocked and as was her habit, entered immediately after
alerting him before he could tell her to wait. Luckily, he slid
his chair forward so that his rapidly deflating cock was hidden.
Nkosi was certain some of his cum had shot out past the desk, but
luckily she didn't look down.

"Some more papers for you to sign, boss. Hey, are you ok?"

Don was flushed and sweating from his workout. Plus, he was a
little shaky from the fact, she'd almost caught him masturbating
and his dick was still free under the desk. "I'm fine."

"Here, let me feel your forehead."

Laci reached out and placed her palm against his forehead. He
pictured her hand reaching out to grab his cock and he felt
himself start to get hard again just moments after cumming. Laci
held her hand against his head. Her eyes were closed and she was
sniffing the air. Don's eyes wandered down her face to her chest.
Two bubbles were slowly appearing in the center of her breasts,
sticking out farther and farther, soon followed by the outline of
the rest of her nipples. That was all it took for his cock to
turn fully hard and whack the bottom of his desk. Laci yanked her
hand back breathing heavily. "You do feel a little hot, boss."

"Maybe, I will take the rest of the day off."

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll answer the phones. I need to
finish proofreading a manuscript. By the way, have you been
working out?"

"Yes," he lied. His muscle mass was growing and becoming more
prominent.

"Well looking good. You're bulging out all over, boss." The
pretty Twenty-five year old blushed as she realized what she'd
said and that it could be taken the wrong way.

"Thanks, I've been dieting and exercising," he said to cover up
her embarrassment.

Later, Aesha found herself cumming hard with her head buried in
the mattress while Dondi fucked her doggy style. Not a romantic
position, and he seemed just to be using her to get himself off,
but her body was responding to the hard shagging. "Jesus! What's
gotten into you lately?" she asked, after he'd cum a Dixie cups
load of goo in her pussy.

"Just lust for my hot wife," Don replied, feeling guilty that the
whole time he was fucking Aesha, Laci kept springing to mind. "I
love you, baby."

"I love you too."

*************

Something cold and clammy gripped his dick.

Nkosi jumped up off the hopper, toilet water falling off his
penis as it swung freely. "Damn it," he said disgusted. Soft, the
monster never was smaller then eight inches and when fully erect,
he'd reached eleven. According to King, he'd stop growing a month
after getting the shot and he'd be 12.5", an inch less then twice
normal size. Aesha was loving it more then ever, but seemed
scared he wasn't going to stop. She wanted to go on his special
alpha-negro diet, but he'd told her it involved heavy doses of
male hormones and wouldn't work on her.

Don looked at himself in the mirror. A small, bald patch he'd
been developing was filling in with full, youthful black hair.
All he'd have to do is shave himself bald and it would all grow
back nice and dark, no more gray hair. Overall, he looked fifteen
years younger, a man in his mid-thirties, not a fifty year old.
His chest and arms were huge, bulging with muscles and his
muscles were straining his shirts now. He'd need to buy new
clothes soon.

Don cleaned his cock off in the sink and felt a bit annoyed when
it quickly turned fully erect, while at the same time craving the
feeling of large amounts of cum shooting up from his balls to fly
out the ends of his dick. Someone knocked on the bathroom door so
he couldn't jerk off. Don held his cock up over his navel and
tucked it under his shirt. At least this way he wouldn't limp.
Don nodded at the impatient man waiting to use the floor's
bathroom as he walked back to the office. He hurried past Laci's
desk keenly aware she was watching him. He entered his office and
closed the door, quickly yanking his pants down to jerk off.
Dondi was keeping hand lotion in his desk drawer just for jerking
off. He filled his palm and grinned as his big black hand began
gliding up and down his dick.

Don pictured Laci just outside his office. He wondered what she
looked like in a bikini or lingerie or naked or bouncing on his
huge black cock begging him to fuck her like her worthless
husband never could. He was so into masturbating he barely
noticed the door knob turning.

Damn, he'd forgotten to lock the door! Don slid forward wiping
his hand against his thigh to remove all traces of the lotion.
"I'm busy at the moment Mrs. O'Brian." Laci continued into the
room and froze. Nkosi saw the look on her face as if she'd just
been slapped. Her face flushed and her nipples immediately popped
out again. This must be the effect of the pheromones, he thought.
He was jerking off so much in here, the small room must have been
full of them. His pretty, married, white assistant was getting
turned on by him and damn it, the idea excited him.

Laci was wearing a short skirt today and Don's eyes stared at her
firm white legs. Her hips flared out and her tucked in blouse
hugged her thin waist. Her breasts were large and full, probably
a C cup, large, but smaller then Aesha's big ones, and still
young and firm. God, her nipples would be pink under that bra.
He'd always wanted to see pink nipples. Today, her dark black
hair was done up in a bun and she was wearing her glasses the
perfect picture of elegant beauty.

Laci shook her head and waved the folder she was carrying. "Whew,
you sure keep it hot in here, boss." Don reached up for the file,
but she walked around his desk just as he feared. "I just need
your..." Laci's eyes fell right on his crotch, "John Hardcock on
this. Oh shit! I'm so sorry," she blushed, embarrassed having
caught him masturbating and the large black man pushed back so
that she could see his cock. "Oh my god! That can't be..."
"Sorry, sorry. I can't help it. It gets like this and I need to
cum so bad."

"What's wrong with it?  Where's the head?"

Dondi chuckled and pulled back on the foreskin. "Voila!"

"I've never seen...too big....not real?"

"Oh, it's real alright." Don grabbed the base and pulled it off
his stomach so that it was pointing up towards the ceiling. What
the fuck was he doing? Why wasn't he covering up? He should pull
his pants up immediately, but he wanted her to stare at it.
"Bigger then Patrick's I take it?"

"A lot bigger."

"I'm sure it feels the same as his."

Laci reached her hand out unable to take her eyes off the head.
Her fingers hesitated an inch away from his rod, then came
forward and grabbed it. Nkosi felt a shiver run through his body
as the first woman in around thirty years other then his wife
touched his penis. "No, it feels different," she said, squeezing
it.

"We’re both married, Mrs. O'Brian."

"I know," she said, stroking it softly with a hand that looked
tiny around his huge cock.

"We should stop this."

Laci reluctantly let go of his dick and held her hand close as if
she wanted to grab it again. "Can I at least watch you play with
it?"

"No harm there." Dondi nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a
moment in frustration. A part of him ached to yank Laci's skirt
up and shove his cock up her pussy, or any other hole it could
find. She stepped back as he grabbed some more lotion and began
slowly stroking it while she stood there and stared at it.

Laci kept her eyes fixated on his cock as she kneeled. She edged
closer, eyes running up and down the length of his cock. "Even
your balls are huge," she said unable to stop herself from
reaching between his legs and hefting his left testicle. The one
ball alone entirely filled the palm of her hand.

"Look Laci, my arm's tired. Maybe you could take over for
awhile?"

"Jerk you off?" Don nodded and his pretty white editor raised her
hand up and held her palm flat. "I've never done this," she said,
as he squirted some lotion onto her palm.

"It's easy," Don said, saying to himself repeatedly that this
wasn't cheating. He removed his hand as hers replaced it. Her
small white hand felt different on his dick. Her wedding ring
sparkled as it slowly moved up his shaft. Don stared at it
surprised he didn't feel guilty. Instead, he was slightly ashamed
for he felt triumphant. Another man's wife was infatuated with
his cock, a white wife awed by the huge black cock in her hand. A
slut giving a hand job to a superior cock. A cock that put her
wimp husband's to shame. Patrick didn't deserve this beautiful
creature. He could never please her like a real man could.

"It's getting bigger!"

Don shook his head to clear it of the evil thoughts and was
surprised at how close he was to cumming. His cock was swollen
and was now a reddish black. He was breathing heavily and could
feel the sperm welling up in his balls. "Gettin close, Laci," he
grunted. She actually sped up a little staring at the big swollen
head. "It might get on you."

Laci squirmed back an inch obviously not getting it. She was
expecting a little wad of semen to squirt out an inch or so like
her husband's little dick. Well, the bitch was about to find out
what a sperm baptism felt like. "This is so hot," she said, just
as a shot glasses worth of sperm shot into her mouth as she
finished speaking. She gulped in horror inadvertently swallowing
it. That wad had just been a scouting force and the main body
shot out of his dick in the form of two long strands of cum. The
first's end struck her hair and draped across her left eye, nose,
and lips. The second hit her cheek and ended on her blouse above
her heaving breasts. Several reinforcement wads peppered her
face, blouse, and the carpet.

Dondi groaned as the last bit of semen oozed out of his pee-slit
and dripped to the floor, her hand still stroking his shaft. Her
tongue licked her lips and more of his sperm disappeared from
around them. She obviously no longer cared if it got in her
mouth. Laci's one clear eye still stared in awe at his cock and
Nkosi felt good that in the very least, his sexy editor had
gotten to see what he was packing in his pants. "Thanks Mrs.
O'Brian. You can have the rest of the day off. I'm afraid that
blouse is ruined."

Laci nodded still seemingly stunned by everything. "I had no
idea. Is it...is it cause your black?"

"Yes," he said, the lie flowing easily to his lips. Laci leaned
forward and kissed the tip of is cock like it was the most
natural reaction in the world, then she got up and left without
saying a word.

**************

Several days later, Laci knocked and entered Nkosi's office just
as he arrived to work. "Yes, Mrs. O'Brian?"

"I saw you limping."

"Yes."

"Is it hard again? I'd like to take care of it for you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...no...I can't stop thinking about the other day. I don't
regret it. I want to see it again."

"Sounds good to me," said Nkosi, standing. This time he pushed
her to her knees as he stood before her.

"Take it out," she ordered, staring at his bulge.

"You take it out." Dondi looked down as Laci first unbuttoned,
then unzipped his pants. She reached under his underwear and he
felt her hand close around his cock near the root. The shaft slid
up his trouser leg as she struggled to free it. "The lotion’s on
the desk."

"I'd rather not use it," she said. Laci leaned forward and her
tongue flickered across his dick. Dondi grunted in surprise and
put his hand in her hair to push her back. "Wait boss, think
about it. It's no different then touching it with my hand."

Nkosi looked down at her pretty eyes staring up at him, his foot
long shaft pointing straight at her mouth. His hand was still on
her head, but this time, he pulled her forwards. Her tongue soon
flickered all over his fat cock head. He was pretty sure her
argument wouldn't have stood up to either of their spouses, but
he was too far gone to stop her. Jesus, it felt good to have this
beautiful young woman licking his dick. The Xserum was amazing.
Aesha had never enjoyed giving him blow jobs, but now she was
sucking on him every night, usually swallowing his cum as rapidly
as he pumped it out and he'd still be ready to fuck her a few
minutes later. Last night, she'd even fallen asleep, curled up
with her head resting on his spent cock. He woke up this morning
to her sucking on it. Now Laci seemed to be turning into a slut
for his cock too.

Laci was clearly inexperienced at this. She was sucking on the
head now, gagging every now and then, but her throat was making
contented noises. "Not used to sucking a cock this big are ya?"

Laci took her mouth off and started stroking the shaft with her
hand. Breathing heavily, she said, "Never did this till last
night."

"Last night?"

"I sucked Patrick off. Thought it would be good practice for
you." Then she went back to sucking.

Don felt some strange emotions as she began taking his cock down
her throat. He felt a little jealous. Why should that wimp get
her first blow job? He also felt powerful. There wasn't anything
wrong with what they were doing. She belonged on her knees
sucking his cock. Laci was the lucky one. He should share his
cock and seed with the world. With that, Dondi grabbed her head
and began thrusting his hips forward.

He fucked her face for a good ten minutes before he felt the
sperm welling up. Then he had an attack on conscience. "I'm about
to cum," he Said, releasing her. Laci surprised him (or did
she?), by not slowing the pace. Instead she clamped her lips
around his cock head and swallowed his first load, then the
second, and the third overwhelmed her. Laci gagged and semen
dribbled down her chin. She kept swallowing and ended up stroking
his cock forward to get every last drop of his seed out. Laci
worked through lunch that day, saying she was too full to eat.

For the next three work days, Don would wake up, fuck his wife,
get another erection on the subway. Laci would give him a blow
job (and she was quickly turning pro), get home to find Aesha
waiting in bed while dinner was in the oven, and they'd fuck or
suck once more before going to sleep. That weekend, he fucked
Aesha eleven times and she had to call in a substitute for
Monday's classes she was so tired.
"I missed this big cock over the weekend," said Laci, greedily
sucking on it.

"It missed your mouth."

Laci stared up at him with his cock head in her mouth and
breathed deeply through her nose. She bobbed down and swallowed
his entire cock down her throat until her lips kissed his pubic
hair. "Like that," she said, removing it from her mouth.

"God, yeah. Don't stop."

Laci did stop. She got off her knees and stood.

"Quit teasing me and suck my fucking cock, you slut." Don hated
talking like that, but the words came naturally to his lips. He
was calling his wife a slut now, and making her talk dirty. She
seemed to like it.

Laci was wearing the shortest skirt he'd seen her in. It was
loose, like a cheerleader's skirt. She was also wearing a white
blouse and a dark bra was clearly visible through the thin
material. "I gotta know, boss," she said lifting her skirt.

"Damn!" Dondi's cock ached when he saw Laci's bare pussy.
Completely bare, she was not wearing panties and had shaved it.

"I gotta know." Laci straddled his lap and reached down to guide
his cock head towards her pussy. He didn't stop her. He stared
into her eyes until they closed when his head entered her. "So
big," she moaned. Laci wrapped her arm around his neck, raising
and lowering herself until several inches were fucking her. "Oh
yes, it is good. I knew it! Oh my, gonna cum alreadEEE...ahhh."
Laci squeezed his neck tightly as her juices slid down his shaft
helping to lubricate it more. Her pussy slid down, pushing
several more inches of cock meat up into her.

Laci was flushed and dazed as she leaned back. She began
unbuttoning his shirt, opening it and running her hands across
his chest. "So muscular," she murmured, seeming to be as
fascinated with his hard pectorals and abdominals as she was with
his cock. Don decided to imitate her and unbuttoned her blouse.
He pushed it over her shoulders, leaving her clad in a sexy black
bra from Hidden Closet. He unhooked it and flipped it off. There
they were, pink nipples, and they were magnificent. So different
from Aesha's brown ones. Don didn't caress them like she was
caressing his chest, he hefted her large breasts, squeezed them
and leaned forward, taking her nipples in his mouth. He was so
intent on sucking her pale white tits, he was slow noticing her
riding him again. Laci was slowly bouncing on more then half his
shaft now. She was moaning loudly. Don sucked one nipple hard
into his mouth and she shuddered in orgasm. Her feet also slid
out from under her and she fell hard into his lap, his entire
twelve inch cock plowing deep into her pussy.

Don pushed her back and continued licking her nipples. She
flopped back loosely, comatose, from her orgasm or from getting
his cock shoved all the way in her he didn't know. He lifted his
head off her tits long enough to look down where their crotches
met. She had a sexy, thin, belly, with so little fat her stomach
flowed smoothly into her hairless crotch. He cupped his hands
under her ass and lifted up enough that he could see his
glistening shaft entering her. He thrust up and out again lifting
her on his cock. Don repeated this, fucking her and soon noticed
she was pushing down to meet his thrusts. Laci started fucking
him back. He reached up and took her glasses off, then undid her
hair so that it fell down her back. He was amazed at how much
like a slut she looked right now. Laci could have given a porn
star a run for her money. She had several more orgasms while they
fucked until his sperm exploded into her womb and she screamed
out in orgasmic ecstasy.

*************

Aesha knew something was wrong when Dondi didn't hop right into
bed with her. Instead he asked her to meet him at the kitchen
table. "What's wrong?" she asked, sitting down after putting her
robe on.

"I fucked another woman today." The look of betrayal on Aesha's
face nearly killed him. Tears began rolling down her cheeks and
she sobbed down into her hands. "I'm sorry."

Aesha sobbed again, then snorted a laugh. She looked up
chuckling, still crying. "You're a fucking ass, but you know
what? I'm a little relieved. I can't take that thing four times a
day. Do you love her?"

"No, I only love you."

"Then I don't care, just don't tell me about it any more."

Dondi stood up and pulled his cock out. "I love you," he said,
again reaching down to open her robe.

"You got a lot of nerve, thinking you're gonna get some after
confessing to cheating on me," said Aesha.

"I'm sorry," he said, his hard cock poking her in the cheek.
Aesha looked disgusted with him, but her look turned to lust as
she stared at his cock. She kissed it and licked it, soon
forgetting everything as she kneeled naked in the kitchen and
gave her husband a blow job.   ***************

Laci lay on her stomach across his desk as he fucked her hard.
Don squeezed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. "You know my
wife never let me fuck her ass."

"God knows why. It’s not like you’d rip a person open with that
monster." Laci felt Don pull out of her pussy, but he kept the
head in to tease her. "Don't stop, boss."

"Not unless you let me fuck your ass. No more this," he said
pushing his cock all the way in her pussy, "unless I get some of
this," and he pushed his index finger in her ass up to the
knuckle."

"Oh Jesus, do it. Just go easy."

Ten minutes later, Laci was flattened against the desk as her
body tried to pull away from his huge cock. He'd used the last of
his lotion to give his shaft some extra lube, then pushed the
head against her little anus. Laci had grunted, squirmed,
squealed, and her knuckles were white as they gripped his desk,
but she'd managed to take eight inches.

Dondi began pumping and felt the young woman shudder beneath him.
She moaned and then the phone rang. "Answer it," he ordered,
stopping his thrusts.

"Nkosi Publishing," she said into the receiver. "This is she.
Yes, thanks for the offer, but I've decided to stay with my
current employer. No, the money's not as good, but I like the
benefits. Have a nice day." She hung up the phone. "Fuck my ass,
boss."

*************

"What do you think of her?"

Dondi looked up on stage at the naked Amer-Asian woman. "She's
fine, Mr. King."

"Let me buy you a lap dance. Asia, come here and give Mr. Nkosi a
lap dance." Asia climbed off the stage to the boos of several of
the black patrons, but she was quickly replaced by another white
woman.

"Hey there, suger," said the stripper, with a Boston accent that
looked funny coming from her Oriental face. She lowered herself
into Don's lap and slid her pussy up and down his bulge.

"Once you’re working for me," said King, "you'll be able to
demand servicing from any of my female employees such as Asia
here. One of my benefits, plus it's hard to keep your mind on
business when your cock's hard. My goal is similar to your
publishing goals, the empowerment of the black man and with my
serum, I plan to meet my goal."

"Yes, but porn?"

"The Zebra Club also help make my goal a reality. Next door are a
dozen white women staring in awe at a black man with a huge dick.
Many of them will give in to their desires tonight. Many of them
will wander over here looking to discover the joy of black cock."

There was a murmur from the crowd as three curious and
embarrassed looking white women entered the club. Several giant
black men stood up to go after them. "Half your presses will
began printing interracial magazines and I have already started
making movies. White men will feel inferior when they see my
porn. Women will become curious, they'll look at their husbands
and wonder what fucking a black man would feel like. It'll be a
slow process, but we have nothing but time. I trust you are
pleased with the results," said King, sliding a contract over to
him.

Dondi pulled a pen out of his shirt and reached around the
dancing Asia. He signed his name on the bottom line and 51% of
Nkosi publishing over to Solomon King. "This mean I get to fuck
Asia now?"

"Ooo me so horny," said the stripper, faking an Asian accent.

"Of course," said King. "Welcome to E&I Enterprises.

The End

Author’s Note: I’d read a story by Rhinoman over at erotic
stories.com and in it he mentioned the hung stud’s penis touching
the water as he sat on the toilet. This made me ponder the
difficulties someone with a big dick would have. I wanted to
write a story about those difficulties and also the struggles of
a newly enhanced man who loved and wanted to remain faithful to
his wife.

The mention of a black man fascinated with pink nipples came from
the movie “Undercover Brother” which was quite funny and featured
the use of a white woman to seduce a black man being called,
“black Kryptonite.”