"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 descretion." "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-Amercians 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. 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. 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"Thanks, I've been dieting and excercising," 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 Blacks On Cougars Friday Baby Cakes Again Gloryhole Initiations Samone Taylor Cumbang 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 your working for me," said King, "you'll be able to demand servicing from any of my female employess 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?" "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 accent. "Of course," said King. "Welcome to E&I Enterprises. The End