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Equal Rights (Fdom-M, work)
by the Oversexed Engineer.
***
In the early summer of '06, congress had passed the most sweeping
reform of the employment harassment / equal rights statutes ever
-Title 69. Now, there were even more ways for employers to get into
trouble, and many people were testing their ability to extract money
from companies via the courts. This was something that Jim Becker
didn't want. He had built his company from the ground up, and
didn't want to lose it to some stupid EEO case. So, when Jim saw
the ad for the Diversity Co., a management consulting company that
promised legal protection, he called immediately.
Denise, the representative from Diversity, was a tall attractive
black woman. Jim had no problem with this, as he felt that he'd
never harbored any racist feelings.
Denise explained that Diversity Co. was founded in the wake
of the recent law to provide a foolproof protection plan for
employers. It consisted of three parts: employer counseling,
diversity assurance, and legal defense. The employer counseling
would be provided for all the company management. All that was
required of the managers themselves was to have a special software
package loaded onto their computers. This software would simply
monitor the interactions of each person, and if any irregularities
were detected the software would present a short instructive video.
Jim was impressed that there would be no demands for lengthy
meetings. Denise also said that to enhance the counseling
effectiveness, the executive's family would also participate by
having a special device connected to their televisions. Denise then
went on to explain the second part of the plan, Diversity assurance.
This meant that members of the Diversity staff would visit the
people being counseled, and record their behavior with small video
cameras. This provided the evidence for the third part of the plan
(if it were ever needed), legal defense. By signing up for the full
program, Jim's company would be retaining the legal staff of
Diversity Co. in perpetuity for its defense against all suits, with
a guarantee to pay any civil settlement if they lost. Jim couldn't
believe it, so he signed up right there.
The very next day, the all black technical staff of DivCo, as they
liked to call it, had installed all the software at the office, and
had put special cable boxes at all the executive's houses.
Unbeknownst to Jim, the software had a few unadvertised features.
First, it displayed subliminal messages to the user, inducing him to
find interracial sex exciting. These began with rather subtle hints
and cues, and slowly built in explicitness over a span of a few
weeks. At the same time, messages were sent that denigrated the
white male and his right to sex his female. Then, once the user was
properly conditioned, small but perceptual audio and visual messages
were sent. For example, the usual system sounds were replaced by
snippets of sexual activities. The icons were gradually changed
from their usual shapes to stylized images of black cocks being
sucked and fucked by white females.
Meanwhile, the executive's wives and daughters were watching their
own special programming. The programming began with the subliminal
messages encouraging experimentation with interracial sex. Then,
whole blocks of daytime programming were replaced with DivCo's own
brand of entertainment. Instead of watching the merely suggestive
typical soap-opera fare, the lucky family members were treated to R
and sometimes even X rated stories. Most of these revolved around
the themes of a wife being seduced by a powerful black lawyer or
business man, or the wife that has affairs with the delivery man and
gardener. In the beginning, the love scenes would fade away after
the first kiss, but later they would advance to nudity and heavy
petting. Finally, after about a month, these lurid tales would show
the full act: black rods pounding mercilessly into the stretched
white pussies of the wife, only to pull out to squirt heavy loads of
cum onto their loving faces.
At this point, the wives were ready for phase 2. Erika, Jim's wife
of 20 years, and a very attractive 40 year old blonde, answered the
door to find three unexpected visitors, all wearing jumpsuits with
the DivCo logo. The man introduced himself, "Hi, my name is Bob,
this is Loesha and Sacha. We're with Diversity Assurance."
Suddenly Erika felt that it was ok for these people to be here, and
let them in, although not really knowing why. They walked to the
living room, where Sacha said, "Yeah, this room is good. Let's do
it here." Loesha and Sacha took up positions on either side of the
room, and Bob took Erika's hand and guided her to the center of the
room. He then kissed her gently, then stood back. Erica was
stunned, and felt like a million things were running through her
head - but the one thing she did know was that she was hot, and here
was a prime piece of meat in front of her. She started to undress,
then went to Bob and began to hold and kiss him. Sacha and Loesha
smiled wickedly from behind their viewfinders as the caught the hot
action on tape. As the blonde wife tangled with her counselor, the
black girls began to slowly circle the room to get the best angles.
They started shouting out stage instructions. "Unzip him. Take it
out. Come on - you know what you want." "Have you ever seen such a
heavy dick? Why don't you see what it tastes like?" As Erika sunk
to her knees, Sacha zoomed in and said, "Yeah, that's a girl. Suck
that black snake." Loesha took up position to catch Erika as she
started to rub her pussy through her silk panties, making sure to
document the fact that the pretty wife was beginning to drip. Bob
took her head in his hands and slowly guided it up and down his ten
inch hard cock. At the upstroke, he asked her, "How big is your
husband?" "Half as much as you," came the reply. "How long does he
fuck you?" "About ten minutes." "How many men have you fucked?"
"Only my husband." Bob then announced, "Well, you're due for a
change."
Bob extricated himself, and guided Erika down to all fours. He got
into position, and motioned for the girls to be ready. Sasha took
the face shot, to catch her expression, while Loesha moved in to get
the piston shot. Bob then pulled the panties aside, and placed the
tip against her pussy. He asked her, "What do you want?" She was
silent - she didn't know what to do. He asked more firmly, and she
said, "Please, fuck me. Then he smiled while he rubbed his cock
around the hole, "No, you do it. Come on, give me your hand." She
reached back, and he put her small hand on his dick. "You put it
in. Go on." An inner battle was raging inside Erika - all her
upbringing she was trained to be a good girl, but know she needed it
so bad... soo bad... She rolled her hips in a vain attempt to
seduce Bob into doing it for her, but he knew she was too far gone
to resist. After a few moments, the once faithful wife pulled up on
the beautiful black cock while she settled her hips down onto it,
letting out a low and soulful moan that bordered on a scream. The
girls knew that they had captured both the physical and mental
essence of the wife's deed, and winked to each other in their
success.
Bob took over, placing his large, powerful hands on the quivering
wife's hips, beginning to pump. He gave her a good workout, and
spent about ten minutes in this position before he flipped her over
and did the missionary. He liked to finish the deflowering session
this way because it gave him the deepest penetration. When Bob got
close, he told Erika that he was going to come, that he was going to
shoot his seed deep into her womb, where her husband's dick had
never penetrated. Erika whipped her head from side to side, not
wanting to hear what he said, but loving the sound all the same.
Loesha caught the moment of insemination as Bob's hips thrust
heavily into Erika's again and again until he came to rest inside
her. The girls then prepared to leave as Bob and Erika kissed
goodbye. They waited while Bob pulled on his jumpsuit, and then the
simply said, "Thank you, you were a good subject." And left. Erika
sat on the floor, stunned at what had just happened in her living
room. She didn't even realize that she was rubbing her now tender
pussy, already beginning to fantasize of her next counseling
session.
After making two more counseling stops, the diversity assurance team
took their videos back to the headquarters of DivCo. There, the
tapes were given to the Evidence department, where they were
duplicated, digitized, and edited. Choice sound bites were
extracted. JPEGs of the most provocative scenes were prepared.
MPEG short subjects of varying lengths were pulled from the hours of
fuck tapes. Material from Erika's virgin session was prepared for
insertion into her husband Jim's computer subliminal training.
Material from an experienced subject's wife was readied for
distribution to video rental. The less desirable material from an
older woman was posted on the Internet.
It was six weeks into the program. Jim hadn't noticed many of the
changes. He was a little concerned about his wife - she had started
wearing more sex clothes lately, and he hadn't had sex with her in
several months. He had chalked his problem up to pressure on the
job, but that didn't explain his wife. He also noticed that the
DivCo software seemed to slow down his computer. He called Denise
about that, and she said that she would send somebody over.
Jim greeted Sasha and Loesha into his office, and told them about
the problem. They suggested that they video him at work, and then
the people back at the office could better diagnose the problem.
Loesha got behind him, and got the over the shoulder view of his
oversized monitor, while Sasha stood at the side of the desk to
shoot his face and body. They told him to open a file, which he did
by clicking on the icon that showed a white woman getting fucked in
the ass by a black dick. As the application opened, the splash
screen popped up, which was a short video clip of his wife. She was
on her hands and knees, pushing back towards her muscular black
lover while smiling into the camera. He went to read an email, and
the window background showed his wife's face spattered with cum,
kissing the tool that had just coated her. He asked the girls if
they saw what was wrong. "Nothing wrong with that!" they both
chimed. After a few minutes of operation, Sasha zoomed in on Jim's
lap, and documented a distinct bulge showing his excitement. Then
Jim told them that he had the most problem with his spreadsheet. He
opened that, and each cell was a thumbnail image of his wife sucking
and fucking. The video evidence being collected showed that Jim had
no problem with seeing his wife sexed by these superior black men.
The poor sap just complained about the speed of his computer!
Loesha recorded as Jim carefully clicked through each cell, while
Sasha observed his penis straining against his pants. In a while,
Sasha recorded a large dark stain spreading across the front of his
trousers. The girls announced that they were done, and began to
leave. Jim called after them, "Are you going to do something about
the computer?" They laughed and said, "Yeah, we'll take care of
you, don't worry."
Back at headquarters, Denise reviewed the videos. She congratulated
her girls for the work well done, and said that it was time for a
little defense work. Denise then arranged for the standard set up
to be run on Jim. This consisted of planting the proper subliminals
in Jim's programming so that he would interview for a new position,
but would reject every candidate that applied. Of course, the
appropriate black candidates would be sent in to see Jim, setting
him up for a classic 'pattern of discrimination' lawsuit.
Within a month, the group of eight black engineers had paraded
through Jim's office and been rejected. They were represented by a
small minority owned law firm that got a lot of 'consulting' money
from DivCo - but nobody could prove that, of course. When they
served the papers to Jim, he was quite astonished, but he didn't
worry too much, since he has DivCo to deal with it. He called
Denise immediately, and she told them that they would have to report
to the court for the hearing and trial.
The day of the hearing, Jim felt a little out of place since the
court was in the heart of downtown, and except for him and a couple
other people, everyone in the courtroom was black. The eight
plaintiffs were seated in the gallery, and a pair of lawyers
representing them sat at the counsel's table. Jim sat with Denise
and two other black male lawyers from the staff of DivCo. The judge
called the court to order and asked if there were any pretrial
motions.
Denise stood and said, "Your honor, my client wishes to invoke the
Mosely-Braun clause of Title 69, and thus we move for an expedited
trial to establish his standing." The judge looked at Jim and asked
Denise and opposing counsel to approach the bench. Jim couldn't
hear what was said, but he could see the face of the judge first
wrinkle in confusion, then open in astonishment, and then flash a
laugh. The lawyers took their places, and the judge spoke his
orders, "The motion for expedited trial is granted. The jury will
be drawn at random from the pool downstairs, and the hearing of
evidence will begin this afternoon. Court is adjourned."
Jim was relieved that the judge seemed to be going their way.
Denise and the two lawyers guided him from the courtroom into a
nearby conference room, where they discussed what was going to
happen. They explained that the law that the plaintiffs were using
has some very specific exclusions, and that if they could prove that
Jim was in an excluded category, then he would be declared immune
from prosecution, and the case would be dismissed. Then Denise
began to make some calls. Jim could only hear half of the
conversation, but they went something like, "Yes, Loesha, I want you
to bring the whole video record, as well as the highlights tape.
And be sure to have enough copies of the bound image transcripts....
Yes, we will have some live testimony too. Make sure our Star
Witness is present.... I don't know, send a car around for her....
Ok, bye."
Before long, they told him it was time to go back. Everybody was in
place in the courtroom - and Jim watched as Loesha and another girl
wearing the DivCo jumpsuit set up a large screen video system
opposite of the jury box, so everyone in the courtroom could see.
The judge entered and called the trial to order. He first motioned
to the Bailiff to call the jury. Through the door came a jury
composed of twelve young to middle-aged black females, obviously
from the bad part of town. This made Jim very nervous, but Denise
leaned over and told him not to worry, it wouldn't make any
difference. The judge then indicated to Denise to begin her motion.
She began, "First, your honor, I want to make it clear that Mr.
James Becker, the defendant in this trial, has transferred to me
full and durable power of attorney for this case, as evidenced by
this signed affidavit." She handed the paper to the clerk. "Now,
in regards to the matter before the court, we declare that Mr.
Becker is covered under the Mosely-Braun clause of Title 69. This
clause was added to the law to prevent its misuse. Many of the
civil rights laws of the past had good intentions, but lawyers could
use them to hurt the very minorities that they were supposed to
protect. To prevent this, title 69 has the Mosely-Braun clause,
that excludes the prosecution of minorities for acts of
discrimination. We intend to show that Jim Becker is a member of a
minority group -African american, to be specific - and therefore
this case should be dismissed."
The courtroom went into a minor uproar - but the judge quickly
restored order by threatening to clear the court. Denise continued,
"Now, anybody who looks at Mr. Becker here will come, rightly, to
the conclusion that he is not a minority by blood. However, the
provisions of the law make it clear that one can also be a minority
through marriage. For this reason, I wish to call Mr. Becker's
wife, Mrs. Erika Becker.
Jim was astonished as he saw his wife walk up to the witness stand.
Denise asked her all the trival details of marriage to Jim, and then
quickly moved on to the more intimate details of her recent past.
"So tell me, Mrs. Becker, in the past four months, have you and your
husband had sex?"
"Well, not really... he has tried on several occasions, but he
doesn't seem to be able to ... do it. We do cuddle, though, and he.
Well, he kisses me, you know, down there." "And who, then, have you
had sex with?" Denise asked. "The counselors from Diversity
Assurance." Erika replied. "Who exactly, Mrs. Becker? Can you name
them?" "N-no. No I can't."
The court erupted in whispers, and Jim launched into a fit. He
could believe his ears, but then that was understandable. His
subliminal training had conditioned him to the watching of the
defilement of his wife, but he did not expect to hear this from her
own mouth. He stood up and started to shout to her to stop. The
judge did not take kindly to this, and asked Denise to control her
client. Denise motioned to her two colleagues. They jumped Mr.
Becker, and while one held him in his chair, the other used
restraints to bind him to the seat, and then strapped a large black
ball gag into his mouth. The judge warned Jim that if he disturbed
the court again, he would spend some time in jail. Denise continued
her examination of Erika.
"Mrs. Becker, if I were to show you some pictures, could you confirm
if the men in the pictures were the men in question?" "Yes, I
suppose so." Erika answered weakly.
Denise motioned to Loesha and Gladys, and while one girl passed out
copies of a telephone sized book of glossy still photographs, the
other activated the video system. The movie first showed a few
scenes from Erika's everyday life - taking the girls to school,
going out shopping, working around the house. The voice over began
"Erika Becker, to the outside world, she is a completely normal
white housewife and mother." Then they dissolved into a scene
showing here on the receiving end of a triple penetration with three
black men. "But in private, she is a hot piece of ass that cannot
get enough black dick." This scene continued until the three men
filled her with hot cum almost simutaneously - a specialty of this
trio from DivCo. The film then transitioned into the scene from her
first session. "Erika was a typical case - a woman along at home -
ignored by her husband. When the opportunity to have an affair
surfaced, she took it - boy did she take it." The film progressed
to the point where Erika pulled Bob into her... The voice over
continued, "Notice, as her lover prepares to enter her, she can't
wait, and has to pull him in." The film then did a very nice
dilating repeat, showing the very moment of penetration again and
again - including the look of joy and exhilaration on Erika's face.
The film then progressed through a quick review of all the men she
had fucked - a total of 26 in all. Each was carefully documented
depositing his load in her mouth, pussy, and ass. As each man came
up in the film, Denise asked Erika if that man was one of her
lovers. She had to agree, of course. Finally, as the film wrapped
up, Denise began to finish her argument. "Clearly, Erika has
carried on an extended sexual affair with not one but 26 black men.
Now, it is quite clearly worded in the Mosely-Braun exemption clause
that 'related' is defined to be relations of blood, and also
relations by marriage, and relations by extended cohabitation, or
sexual relationship. Now, the intentions of this last definition
were to accommodate the rather loose marital structure found in many
minorities, but it also applies here. Hence, Mrs. Becker is a
'minority' by her relationship to these men, and Mr. Becker is a
relation to her. Thus, he deserves the exemption.
The plaintiff's lawyer, who had been silent to this point, stood and
launched an objection to the evidence - claiming that it could have
been fabricated and that Erika's testimony was not reliable since
she was related to the defendant. Denise was ready for this ploy
(or course she was - she thought of it!), and announced that she was
prepared to demonstrate her point for the court. She asked Erika to
step down from the stand and take her place in the well of the
court, and then motioned for her two assistants to come forward, and
take their places on either side of Erika. She then took her seat
at the defendant's table, and told Erika to demonstrate for the
court what she does every weekday afternoon. Erika turned to the
taller of the two black gentlemen, and began kissing him. He began
to reciprocate, as the man behind began to feel her body and slowly
begin her undressing. Erika then dropped to her knees and unzipped
her lover, and pulled out his rapidly growing member - all 9
coal-black inches of it. As she began to suck it, the other man
finished removing her dress to reveal her black boustiere, garter
belt, and stockings. There was no need to remove her panties - she
hadn't worn any!
After raising her first lover to full mast, Erika turned and began
working on her second. Of course, the first didn't waste any time,
and after confirming (verbally, for the court stenographer) that her
pussy was dripping, he plowed into her warm waiting cunt. After a
few getting-used-to strokes, Erika began a well practiced rhythmic
sway that gratified both dicks that penetrated her. The courtroom
was staring in hushed amazement as the 40 year old worked the two
younger men like a real pro. In a short while, both men began to
push more urgently, and before long began filling Mrs. Becker in
both ends. They quickly puled out, and Denise then rose and
directed Erika to first turn to show her cum filled slack mouth to
the jury, and then to turn on all fours to show her gaping creamy
pussy to them. She announced that there could be no doubt to her
claim. "I move for a dismissal, your honor."
The judge took a measured look at Erika, who by now was trying to
pick up her clothing and salvage whatever aplomb she could. Then he
looked at Jim, sitting there in his bound condition, and then at
Denise. He announced that there was a compelling case for
application of the exemption, but that he wanted to give the jury a
chance to rule on it. He instructed the jury to consider whether
Erika was indeed a minority, and adjourned the court until they
completed their deliberations.
It took the jury only 30 minutes to reach their decision. Jim and
his lawyers filed back into the courtroom. (They had taken his
bindings off, and in his stunned condition Denise knew he wouldn't
fight.) The court was called to order, and the jury came into the
court. The judge asked, "Have you reached a verdict?" "Yes, yo
honah. We be satisfied that dis here freaky bitch is one of us, but
only if she get knocked up with a nigga child." The rest of the
jury muttered "right on!" and "damn right."
The judge weighed the statement, and then devised a strategy. He
addressed Denise, "I am willing to adjourn this trial for six
months, if your client's wife will begin court supervised
insemination, with the intention of becoming pregnant with an
African American child. Is that satisfactory?"
"Yes, your honor. It is." Denise chimed.
"Very well, then I remand the defendant to the custody of the County
jail, where he will remain until such time as his wife has
conceived. This will prevent him from interfering with his wife's
insemination. Court adjourned." the judge boomed.
Jim was scared as the bailiffs began their approach. He shouted at
Denise for letting this happen, and asked her about their contract.
She replied, "That only covers civil damages. We can't be held
responsible for you going to jail. I'm sure you'll be fine.
Judging from your wife's behavior, you'll be out in no time!"
As Jim was dragged to his feet and cuffed, his sweet wife walked
over to him. "Don't worry, honey," she said, "I'll come visit you
every day." She then started eyeing the lawyers that just fucked
her. "Well, almost every day - I have things to do."