6 E&I Publishing

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.”