Executive Rewards

Original story by Azumitheflirt

==== Modern Man ====

Almost seventy floors up, with a killer view of the city and private bathroom, was Kamaria Amondi's office. Featured as the lead story in the February issue of Ebony Power, with two shelves full of industry awards and countless accolades hanging from the walls, she was the epitome of a strong-willed corporate executive who had told "The Man" to kiss her black ass and won. As she sat on the edge of her desk smoking a cigar and glaring at a sheaf of printed reports, a meek intern girl crept into the room, deposited another file she had asked for, and quietly closed the solid wood door as she exited. To almost everyone else in the tower, she was "Vice President Amondi." But to the blonde young man sitting in her high-backed chair and tapping away at her computer, she would always be, "Auntie Kam." His fingers ran across the keyboard, effortlessly doing from the command prompt of a portable OpenBSD drive what the entire IT department had failed to accomplish with all of their flashy GUIs. He adjusted his glasses and tapped a few more keys, then waited as a progress bar crawled.

"Almost done, Auntie," he assured her. "I have all of your emails. They were deleted from the remote server and that caused a mirror delete here on your local machine, but I managed to recover them by exploiting a security hole in Outlook." The young man typed in another command. "It's pretty basic stuff, I don't know why your IT department couldn't do it."

Kamaria ashed her cigar into a marble tray and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her golden hoop earrings swayed as she shook her head. "Because the idiots fired all the good workers and replaced them with foreigners on visa, that's why. All they know how to do is jibber-jabber and waste time on the phone with the manufacturer." She took another long drag on the cigarette. Her legs were crossed, and the setting sun cast an intimidatingly sharp shadow across her office floor. "I owe your mom big for loaning you to me, Erik."

He grinned. "Aww, it's nothing, Auntie."

"How is my old roommate doing these days?" asked the executive.

"She's grouchy again. The doctor said it's twins this time." A grin spread across his face. "That'll make eight. I think they're glad I'm moving out as soon as I can." He tapped in another command and hit enter.

"Hard to believe you're all grown up already," Kamaria sighed. "I remember when your mother and I first met in college. Damn, where does the time go?" She puffed on her cigar and turned her head away from him. "You've grown up into a fine man, Erik."

"Aww, thanks," he blushed. "I... I really appreciate you putting in a good word for me with the scholarship committee."

"You're a straight-A student, scored fine on all your tests, and you have a head for computers." She looked back and smiled, perfect white teeth in a flawless black complexion. "I'd rather it go to you than to some bum who just wants to smoke weed all day and rap about shooting cops."

"Mom tells me you liked that kind of thing, once upon a time."

The executive laughed. "Yes, well... I was young and stupid." She gave him a light shove. The sunlight reflected off her gold watch. "I learned better."

"Really?" Erik asked curiously, copying her emails over to the external drive for safe storage. "How?"

"Dated a hoodlum, got my heart broke, went and cried to your mom about it." She took another long drag on the cigar, and let the smoke slowly seep out her nose as though she was some kind of mythical dragon. Her high heels clicked together as she shifted atop the desk. Kamaria wore the sports jacket and skirt expected of someone in her position, with a purple sapphire brooch at the throat of her white blouse. "She got me into being a fitness nut to help me get over the depression. I still jog every morning."

"I can tell," Erik said absentmindedly while reading a prompt.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Uh..." his eyes widened, and he accidentally hit the wrong choice. "Frack!" Frantically he hammered the Esc key, then tapped in the correct command. "Phew..."

"Such strong language, young man," she clucked her tongue. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Erik blushed again and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, I... I just-"

Kamaria laughed. "It's a joke, Erik. Why are you so tense today?" Her eyes narrowed. "Did some of the other girls in the office give you a hard time? I'll beat them to death with their own purses."

"No!" he shook his head quickly. "No, no, everyone's been nice to me, from Alicia at the front desk all the way up here."

"She gave you her name?" Kamaria asked, surprising herself at the amount of venom in the question. Sure, that mulatto tart was half her age, but why did it bother her so?

Erik glanced up at her and nodded. "Yeah. She was really nice."

"Not your type, I imagine," the executive mused. "After all, she's just a desk clerk."

"I... I dunno what my type is," he mumbled while keeping his eyes focused on the progress bar at the center of the screen.

Maybe it was a sign of how bored she was, or maybe it was the stress of wanting to strangle every last unintelligible moron in Information Technology that she had been unable to vent for the past two weeks while they claimed they could not recover her lost emails, but she put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Erik. Your mother was always a terrible liar. You have that, and her blond hair. What's wrong?"

A bead of sweat ran down his brow. "I... Auntie... promise you won't laugh?"

She nodded, patting his shoulder. For a moment she felt young again, a bridesmaid at her best friend's wedding. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, and now she was too old to be walked down the aisle. She took the cigar from her mouth and let out a smokey sigh. Whenever he called her Auntie with his eyes wide like that, she could only see an infant cuddled close against his mother's breast. It had been so hard for that woman to make it through college while nursing a child, but she and her husband had managed it with just a little help from Auntie Kam. It helped keep her out of trouble. "I promise, Erik. What's wrong?"

"I..." He blushed bright as a stoplight. "It's just that... I dunno, but... girls in office clothes sort of turn me on."

Kamaria tried very hard not to break her promise. She took a deep drag on her cigar and tried to feign a thoughtful expression, but cracked up midway through and ended up coughing smoke before collapsing on the desk and wheezing out laugh after laugh. Erik, bless his heart, thought something was wrong with her. Those big, strong white arms wrapped around her, then he rushed to get her a drink of water from the office's wet bar. When she had recovered, she grinned at him from ear to ear and ashed her cigar. "Erik, sweet child... you are too good for this world!"

He looked down at the floor, ashamed. "I'm... I'm sorry, I just... I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Wrong with you? Nothin's wrong with you, boy!" She patted his chest. He had dressed up nice to visit, all clean-shaven with a button-down shirt and slacks. "Your father wasn't much past your age when he put you in your mother. You're just feeling your oats, that's all, and you've every right to." She jerked a thumb toward the computer. "Hell, if I could, I'd hire you right now just so I wouldn't have to listen to those imported morons tell me to 'Please do the needful' and install updates every day. Unfortunately, the CTO is brain-dead and bleeding costs. My division makes the money, and his pisses it away on things we don't need while breaking everything we actually use." Reaching out, she grabbed Erik by his tie and tugged his face close to hers. "Nothin' wrong at all with liking the look of a woman who knows what she's about, sweet child. Just means you're going to go far in life."

He gulped. "Y-yes... Auntie..."

Her smile slipped just a little as she realized how close their faces were. Erik was almost a little brother to her, maybe even an adoptive son. But that look in his eyes, that twitch of his hands... that bulge in his pants... She let go of his tie and fixed him with the kind of glare that had made CEOs shiver. "Erik."

"A-Auntie Kam," he stammered. Her eyes searched him. Neither one was ready to admit anything. She was not used to fearing anything, at least not if she could find a way to fight it, but she did fear hurting him. The computer beeped. He stepped to the side and typed in another string of commands. She crossed her legs and regarded her cigar.

"I owe you for this," she said softly. "Maybe... maybe buy you dinner?"

"I... um..." He swallowed hard. "Thank you, Auntie, but... uh, Alicia at the front desk kind of asked, and I... I didn't know what to say so I just said I would see how long the file recovery took, and she said it probably couldn't take too long, and I knew the elevator was waiting so I didn't have time to explain that I had brought recovery CD-ROMS in case I needed to-"

Kamaria laid a chocolate finger against his lips. She looked down at him. "Erik. Do you want to go to dinner with her?"

"I... I don't really know her," he explained. "I... it's so sudden, and... I don't know..."

"You like something a little more familiar?" she asked softly, not quite sure what she was doing. "Something you might have thought about before. Something... something you know is right, and know you need to do before it's too late..." Her hand lightly touched her navel. Maybe she was not as firm around the midsection as she had been in her college days, but she kept in shape. "But you're afraid to ask? Maybe because... because you're scared of the black beast of the boardroom?" That was what some of the employees called her when they thought she couldn't hear.

He pressed enter and looked up at her. "Auntie, I'm never afraid of you. Just of... of ruining things with you. I think Mom would kill me if I ever... she still thinks a lot of you."

"Your mother's a wonderful lady, with... with a big, happy family." And what did she have? Cigars, a big office, and a cold, lonely bed. She looked out the window for a long moment, then back at him. "Erik, do you remember how I told you that... that if you couldn't get my emails back, it was okay to say no?"

He nodded. "But I can get them back. They're right here." He tapped the external drive.

"Well... I'm going to ask you something else, and it's okay to say no to it too." She took a very long drag on the cigar, holding it in. These were supposed to calm her nerves, make it easier to think, but they did nothing for the butterflies in her gut. She opened her mouth, but the words would not come.

"Is it... about dinner?" he asked quietly.

She could not quite look him in the eye. Some black beast of the boardroom she was. "If I asked you to dinner, what would you say?"

"I... I'd say it sounds great, Auntie Kam. But I'm... I'm not... you're used to fancy restaurants, and I've never... been to one." He fiddled with his glasses.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," she assured him. "And it's been a... a very long time since I had anything fancy either. I probably need to re-learn my manners."

His white fingers found her dark hand, and he gently clasped it. "I... Auntie, would you be upset if I told you that... that I've wanted to go to dinner with you for a very long time?"

A slow grin spread across her face. She leaned in, close to his ear, and whispered, "Did your mother show you those photos from when I was on the college swim team?" His nervous gulp was all the answer she needed. Chomping down on her cigar, she ran her hands down his chest. "Erik, you're a three-course meal. I'm flattered to be a fantasy, but... do you really think I'll measure up?"

He tapped a key on the computer, and a very long progress bar appeared on the screen. "Well, I... we'll never know unless we try, r-right?"

She puffed on her cigar and winked. "True. I promise you, this chocolate hasn't gone stale. Would you like to fill me up until I'm an eclair who's fixing to burst?"

He stood up from the computer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and waggled her cigar rakishly between two fingers. "I... I sure would, Auntie Kam."

She lightly kissed his neck. "Kamaria. Or just Kam." The executive fussed with his buttons. Why were her hands shaking? "That's what I want you to moan when you're deep inside me, got it?" He nodded. Erik had always been such a quick study. She set her cigar down in the tray and kissed him hungrily on the lips. The faint taste of rich tobacco still clung to her tongue. She shook out of her sports coat and loosened the jeweled brooch around her neck. He tried to unbutton her blouse. This felt so wrong, but so right all at once. He was hard, she could feel it pressing against her, and that biological clock she had tried so hard to ignore for so long was ringing loud!


==== Ancestral Power ====

Milk-white hands shyly caressed her coffee-brown breasts. Her unbuttoned blouse hung to the sides. His shirt was all the way off, draped over the computer monitor, as her manicured nails tapped down his back. "You've grown up into such a strong young man, Erik," she purred in his ear. He awkwardly ran a thumb over one of her nipples, seemingly mystified at the size and fullness of her breasts. Kamaria slid a hand down his front and deftly unbuttoned his slacks. "Don't be afraid. I'm made of onyx, not glass."

"Y-yes, Aun- I mean Kamaria," he stammered. She kissed him again. The bulge in his pants wanted her so bad, she could feel it as she slid down his zipper and ran her fingers over his underwear, but that big brain was terrified. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Suush." She kissed him again, slipping in her tongue and stroking the back of his neck. "It's me, Erik. Remember that time you wrecked your mother's car because you were trying to impress your friends?" He winced. She giggled a little and rubbed one of her legs along his thigh. Her silk leggings coaxed down his pants until they fell down around his knees, then around his ankles. "And you didn't know what to do?"

He nodded, swallowing hard. "Y-yes, so I... I called you."

"And I was in Hong Kong. It was the middle of the night, you woke me up, and I still took care of you." Her pretty white teeth nibbled at his earlobe. She felt his manhood twitch, and a tiny dribble of pre-cum stained his underwear. "You called my mechanic, I took care of the bill, and when your parents got back from their vacation they were none the wiser." He moved a little more boldly, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples like he meant it. "Mmm... I should have jumped your bones as soon as I got back from Hong Kong. Would you have liked that, Erik?"

"Yes!" he confessed in a whisper. He tried to undo her skirt and failed. This was not something he had a lot of experience with.

"Just pick me up, Erik," she coached. He looked at her, a little uncertain. A dark hand squeezed his bicep. "You've been using that home gym I sent as a birthday present a few years ago, haven't you?" He swallowed hard, then hugged her tight with one arm and lifted her up off the desk. She wrapped her legs around him and grinned. "That's right. Now, up against the glass." The young man looked toward the floor-to-ceiling window that was one wall of her office. He blinked, obviously trying to gauge the structural strength. She patted his cheek with a hand and laughed. "Somebody tried to break it with a sledgehammer and couldn't, Erik. It'll hold." She did think it so cute that he would worry about her safety so.

Encouraged, he put her back against the glass window and pulled up her skirt. She reached down with a hand and loosened the garment, then held it up so he could get a good look at her panties beneath her leggings. "If I'd known my knight in shining armor was going to ravish me," she laughed. "I would have bought something sexier to wear."

"I think... I think this is better," he breathed as she set her legs down on the ground so he could start to pull down her leggings. "You're not a... you're a good woman, Kamaria. You know what you're about."

She patted his head. "What I'm about right now is some all-white meat, and I'm not talking about chicken!" The executive stifled a moan as he rubbed his finger against her panties. There was already a damp spot. She needed this. Damn, she needed this. Why had she waited? "Hurry, Erik," she moaned. When all the obstacles were down around her knees, she kissed him hard and then turned to face the window. He stepped back, confused, thinking he had done something wrong until she stuck out her butt and wiggled it at him.

"Oh. Ohh!" The lightbulb went off in his head. At the same time, the computer beeped once. He looked over his shoulder, pulled his shirt off the monitor, and hit another button to continue the recovery. She waited as patiently as she could, feminine lube oozing from her pink entrance down her black thighs. A sly idea popped into her head. When he turned around and got close enough, she bent a knee and hooked the stiletto heel of her designer shoe into his waistband, then yanked down his underwear. Or, more accurately, tore them in half on accident. His white manhood sprang free, and his cheeks turned beet red in embarrassment.

"I'll buy you another," she growled, waving her butt in the air. "Don't be gentle, Erik. Spank my ass like you own it." That was against his nature. He gently squeezed her butt, feeling the plushness of a rear end that had sat in too many overpriced chairs. The he gave it a light slap. She growled, her reflection glaring at him in the window. He tried again, a little harder, and saw her back arch. "Better. Now, stick it in, and keep trying, white boy!"

She felt too good, even with just his tip in. He tired to push father, but a surging sensation in his balls nearly ended everything. Erik bit his lip and tried with all his might to fight it, while she squeezed around his tip and did her best to make him blow.

"Clench your abs and focus," Kamaria encouraged. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He nodded, pressing in further once the need to explode had faded a bit. "And even if you do bust a nut before I've had my fill, don't worry about it." She reached back with a hand and squeezed his. "You've got the equipment. I didn't become a vice president by writing off valuable assets before they were trained." She met his gaze in the reflection and nodded slowly.

Perhaps it was the touch of her dark skin, the squeeze of her wet walls, or those sultry words, but something awakened deep inside Erik. He did not feel like the mild-mannered computer nerd who worked out at home and occasionally went shooting. A white hand firmly slapped her black bottom, and he thrust deep inside. His ancestors had pillaged and plundered across all the known world, slaying the mighty and seizing the meek. In those days women had clawed over one another to spread their legs for the pale-skinned conquerors. Queens had chosen chains and servitude at a white man's side rather than the paltry beaded crowns and feathers of rulership over their own peoples. He was the product of those many generations. Such masculine ferocity was once again needed by the world, and this sultry woman in particular!

Kamaria moaned as he thrust hard. His sudden burst of energy pressed her against the glass, smushing her breasts and cheek against it as he hammered away from behind. "Yes!" she panted. "Yes, Erik, just like- ow!" His hand swatted at her rear, leaving a mark. She squeezed tight around his plunging shaft. He was so big, filling her up and stretching her out every time he thrust all the way in. She loved it. Her juices squelched out, oozing down her thighs and dripping off his scrotum. This was what she needed. Not a dinky little egg vibrator, or a cold dildo, this was the real, white thing! Why had she waited this long? He had probably been at home, jerking off to photos of her with tissues. He could have had his hands on the back of her head and dumped those precious loads down her throat!

All the stress of the past few weeks faded into nothingness beneath his manly pounding, as her emails reappeared thanks to his computer wizardry. She bit her lip and clawed at the glass with her nails, as he put a white hand on the back of her neck to keep her just where he wanted her. Kamaria felt her knees starting to give out. She bit her lip to stifle a shriek of pleasure as he slid one hand from her butt to her clit and started rubbing. That was the final straw. All the savvy, bitchy cunning she had built up over the decades oozed out of her ears. She might be a beast in the boardroom, and a symbol of black wealth and black power, but right now she was nothing but a slave whimpering for her master's big, white cock. It was her fault. She had awakened the white warrior deep inside his genes, and now she was about to reap what he wanted to sow.

Yet there was still some sliver left of the sweet child she had helped raise. His voice was firm, and his hips did not stop moving, but he said, "I'm about to cum, Kamaria."

She knew exactly what he was asking. "Inside!" the lust-maddened executive moaned. "Inside, Erik, give me everything you have! Don't you dare pull out. Please!"

Since she had begged so nicely, the white man gave her what they both wanted. His body pressed hers hard against the glass, their sweat mixing together as he hilted himself inside her and hugged her close. A flood of conquering seed flooded her womb, like the tides that had brought his ancestors to new shores in need of the white man's dominion. She quivered in his grip, eyes rolling back in her head and golden hoop earrings shaking as she panted his name over and over. All that mattered was milking as much as she could from his big, white cock. That was her purpose in life, a purpose she had ignored for far too long. Her trophies were meaningless, her career an empire of dust. At last she understood why her roommate had turned down all the money and stock options from Finkleberg and Roth, instead choosing to work from home for pennies so she could raise her children. There was no greater calling than to breed white babies, to nurse white infants, and to tend the white man's home.

The revelation shook her to her core, almost as much as the mind-expanding orgasm that had preceded it. Kamaria looked out over the city as the sun set in the distance. All her muscles had gone limp. She was a sweaty, nerveless rag doll in his arms, but Erik hugged her tight against the glass and would not let her fall. A trickle of saliva ran from her mouth, and her hair was a mess. He kissed her neck. She stretched an arm back around his shoulders and kissed him as hard as she could on the lips. His manhood was still inside her, half-hard. She felt as though that was what kept her upright rather than his strong arms. Their tongues twisted together, hers with savage hunger and his with just a hint of shyness. She saw in his blue eyes that the fire of the north had burned down to embers. It would return, just as his ancestors had always returned to the shores they pillaged, but for now he was her sweet Erik again. Without a word he helped her over to the desk. She sat down on the expensive wood and spread her legs. Cum and natural lubricant oozed out.

Their eyes met. She smiled. He smiled back. "Not bad for a first time," the executive asked in a husky voice. "Huh?" He nodded, hugging her again. She laughed, resting her head against his shoulder.