The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and Audy)

Idris Alba was a major support for the Senator Steward campaign. The man had some forward thinking ideas and had garnered a lot of support, from whites and blacks alike, many minorities and groups rallied behind his banner and seemed to be giving him the boost he needed to get things done and grab a place in the new politically correct arena which he deserved. Of course Idris' intentions and agenda for supporting Mr Steward were somewhat different than other peoples. His reasons for wanting to support the man and almost single-handedly give him the money he needed to push his campaign ahead in the polls was less than savoury. Idris was rich, but his money did not come from the exclusive chain of casino's which he fronted, it came from the seedy operations run beneath the surface. Prostitution, drugs, illegal gambling, hell he had enough on Mr Steward already to be blackmailing him, rather than supporting the man. However there was no need to make things turn nasty, after all what he wanted he had gotten now, through being nice, from appearing to be a staunch supporter. He had gotten access to Mr Stewards daughter. Kristen.

As soon as he had laid eyes on her he knew that he wanted to wreck her. There were no polite of sedate ways to describe what he wanted to do to her young, tight white flesh and why should he bother? The little white bitch had been cock teasing him since he had first paid her father a campaign visit hadn't she? Maybe it was simply his imagination, but didn't all young white girls dream, about being ripped apart by a big black cock He was able to deliver on that count with ease, and then some. So why bother courting her, playing coy, building a relationship and then asking to date her. No, when Idris wanted something he took it, he was a man of action and largely impatient in his day to day life. He wanted Kristen Steward so he was going to take her anyway, the fact that her father had invited him to a grand part full of important people, then assigned his daughter to show Idris around was simply fate stepping in and declaring that the time had come, the time had come to give the soon to be senators daughter the brutal fucking se so clearly deserved.

He had arrived early and spent most of the afternoon talking with Mr Steward in his study, only managing the odd glimpse of Kristen until she had finally appeared in her fuck me heels and a little black dress that would have gotten her raped to rags in some alley behind one of his lower class casinos in five seconds flat. He'd proceeded to rape her with his eyes until the evening making no attempt to conceal his lust for her, occasionally making eye contact as he flashed a grin or complimented her or her father on their home, arrangements and dedication to their campaign cause. Or whatever. He had mentioned wanting to see more of the mansion at a critical time that he knew would prove difficult for Kristen’s father, moments later the problem was solved and Kristen had been instructed to show her fathers important friend whatever he wanted to see, inside the massive mansion or outside in the extensive grounds. To show him whatever he wanted. His eyes shone with a fierce lust and his body was taut, muscles tight and pace energized as he had moved over close to Kristen, looking her over and thanking her father for his gesture. He wondered if the man knew, then realised it mattered little. By the time he was finished the cock teasing little white bitch would addicted to him, either that or she'd be punished, likely by her own father, for trying to spread awful lies about how the upstanding Mr Alba 'touched her improperly'. Of course, he was going to be doing a lot more than simply touching her.

"Well Kristen, you heard your father." he told her as he moved out of the study and took a long look at her. Her legs were magnificent, her body youthful, taut and tight. He knew that fucking her would be an experience that both of then would find hard to forget. "Your father wants you to show me everything. So, would you like to start. Please, lead the way." he gestured in no particular direction. "Somewhere away from the bulk of the guests of course, I've seen the entrance area, the ballroom, the dining hall. Somewhere more secluded and representative of the mansion when it's more lightly populated I think." he told her, sliding an arm around her waist to keep her close, fingers hot against her dress as he gave her a wicked smile. "And tell me Kristen, what has your father told you about me. What sort of a man do you think I am..."

Ever since she had been a young teenager her parents had pointed out the importance of her behaviour. The consequences any wrong doing would have on her fathers political career, which in turn would also mean consequences for her own life. Even though it had felt like a prison at times, Kristen would not complain about all this from her current point of view. Her parents were wealthy, respected members of the elite political community of the United States of America. That meant she learned about the finer things in life early on and truth be told, the sacrifices she had to make seemed small in comparism to all the advantages she had experienced. Private schools, expensive cars, fancy clothes and much more, were only a few things that this life had brought upon the slender brunette with the pale skin. After finishing Highschool Kristen attended the Ivy League University in Princeton, New Jersey where she studied "Economics". Though far from being her own interest, she had let herself been pushed into it by her father, who believed that to be a smart choice for the future.

Naturally Kristen supported her father in his political ambitions and whenever it was asked or expected of her, she attended events, shook hands, smiled for the camera and did pretty much whatever was best for her fathers career. Now he was reaching for the spot in the senate and the whole campaigning started over again. Tonight he held a fundraising event at their own mansion and as she had expected it was pompous and over the top. Then again this was the kind of event people wanted and as a would be political player, her father tried to please the needs of possible donors. Only minutes before the first guests arrived the young brunette stepped out of the shower. Drying her long mane and putting on some makeup took some time but she knew her father wouldnt need her right away. Her assignment was to have smalltalk and to be the "perfect" daughter of the "perfect" family, but only after all the political talks have ended. Therefore she wasnt in a hurry. Pondering for a few minutes the skinny brunette decided to take a pass on wearing a bra today. After having slipped into some black lace panties she put on her dress. Black and quite conservative, yet the shortness of it balanced it out nicely. Kristen had no problem showing of her long thin legs, after all she was a young woman and which young woman does not like attention? She put on some high heels as well and finally left her room, strutting downstairs and engaging into smalltalk with various partners.

She also caught a glimpse of Idris Alba, a tall black businessman, one whos donation would mean a lot to her father, which he made clear by mentioning Mr. Alba numerous times the days before. Every now and then she would also catch him glaring towards her and the young brunette wasnt sure how to interpret his stares. It mattered not because after a while her father took her by his side and walked over to the impressive frame of Mr. Alba. "Kristen dear, do you remember Mr.Alba? I told you about the important friends that would be coming today, would you be so kind and show him our beautiful home? He mentioned that he would like to take a closer look, so show him whatever he wants, ok love?", her father had said while smiling his fake smile and nodding towards his guest.
The brunette knew how to play her role in the whole matter and tried to dazzle the black men in the expensive suit with a dashing smile. Followed by some slow nods and her voice speaking out. "Of course, it would be a great pleasure. Is there anywhere particular you would like me to start father?", she said while not briefly breaking eye contact with Mr. Alba. "Just start here and go wherever he wants to go, the house is huge, and if you are too quick, just show him the grounds with the flowergarden your mother is so proud of.", her father ordered and already started to turn away.

Kristen's eyes searched for Mr. Alba's again, though he seemed to be busy scrutinizing her legs, which prompted her to smile wider. His voice was deep but very soothing, but also commanding. He was a man that was used to ordering people around and more importantly, that they followed his orders. He radiated power and Kristen had learned a few years ago about the appeal of powerful men. "Sure, Mr. Alba, follow me!", she said politely and turned around to lead him away. When only seconds later she felt his hand around her waist, Kristen was unsure how to interpret that again, but his big hand was grabbing almost her whole side and there seemed no point in doing anything about it so she just smiled. His question took her by surprise, so she hesitated to answer, especially because she could not tell him the truth. Her father had told her how important he was as a supporter of the campaign, yet he had also called him a ruthless greedy son of a bitch. Kristen assumed that these are traits one would need to become a wealthy successful businessman. Hell when she thought about it, the description would fit her father just as well as it fitted Mr. Alba. Nonetheless she picked her words carefully. "Well Mr. Alba, my father told me that you are a very successful businessman and that you are very respected among the party members, which means your voice is carrying weight. I think a man like that must be determined and ambitious.", she finished her small speech with these words because she expected him to take a liking in being praised for his wit, most powerful men liked that. They arrived at the lounge where Kristen opened the doors and stretched out her free arm in order to make a welcoming gesture. "This is the lounge Mr. Alba, sort of a safe haven for my father when he want to think and ponder about important decisions while enjoying a cigar and some scotch", she giggled before continuing. "Sometimes my mother or myself use it as well, though we mostly drink tea and talk instead of indulging in all that nasty vices.

Dragging his eyes away from her legs was like punishing himself... and Idris was not a man who was into that sort of thing. No, Kristen was the one who needed to be punished, punished hard with cock for being such a hot little cock tease and being such a damn turn on to his scrutinising gaze. He liked what he saw, craved it, and the smile she gave him after he had finished raping her legs with his eyes and had brought his gaze up to meet her own? Well, that smile said it all didn't it? She was either very naive or all too willing to do whatever was necessary for her daddy to get ahead in his senatorial ambitions. Idris' money would get him out in the lead and his continued support would rally the minorities, surely. All he had to be wiling to do was accept that his young daughter was old enough to help him out, by giving her time, and anything else that was needed, over to Mr Alba. Another smile greeted him when he slid his hand around her, his fingers grasping tight as he pulled her close against him. Now he could smell her perfume, feel her tight young body, sense the way she moved as he walked with her. The sound of her heels was almost hypnotic and he could feel the outline of her panties, as his hand shifted about on her waist. He nodded as she suggested he follow her, making sure he stayed right at her side as they moved away from the noise of the party and towards other more sedate areas of the mansion. This little gathering was going to be going on all night, possibly until morning, so he knew that he had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted to. A smile crawled onto his own features as he considered his options, weighed them against the overwhelming lust which was building inside him like a out of control fire.

"Your father is correct..." he told her as they entered the lounge. It was in the opposite wing of the mansion to where the event was currently in swing, convenient to say the least. He looked behind him as she gestured around, releasing her momentarily to turn and lose the door, turning the key which was in the lock with a loud click and leaving it there. "...In some ways at least." he finished. "Nice lounge, why don't you pour us both a drink Kristen, while I tell you about my ambitions and determination. I've always wanted the best for myself, the best clothes, the bets food, the best car, even the best women Kristen." he grinned. "And I always get what I want. I take it, I don't wait to earn it, or be given it, or for it to fall into my lap. I go and take what I want and god help the poor bastard who gets in my way. God help he who tries to stop me from helping myself." he chuckled. "Now, the door is locked, we aren't going to be disturbed and even if we are it won't be for long." he rapped a powerful set of knuckles against the door, the sound absorbed by the heavy wood. He removed the key from the lock and slipped it into a pocket, before moving towards the pool table. He kept his eyes on her as he did so, making no attempt to maintain eye contact instead allowing her to plainly see his eyes fucking her legs as he walked.

"I think you're old enough to be indulging in vices by now Kristen. Now, since you know what sort of a man I am, let me tell you what sort of girl I think you are." he paused. "I'll a have a whiskey on the rocks by the way. I'd advise you to have something strong as well." he added, reaching the pool table and scanning his eyes across it before turning to look at her. He leaned back, resting against it and fixing his gaze on her face now. "I think you're a good little girl who wants to make her father happy. That's why you're showing me around. But you know what, I'm not all that sure that I want to continue supporting your father, after all, I don't really know that he's not secretly a racist do I? he could be laughing at me and my support behind my back, how would I know? How would I really know that he was dedicated to racial equality in the way it needs to be dedicated to?" he gave a crooked grin. "Of course I know full well that you are only too willing to help your father, to look after him and do what's best to see his career advance. You know why Kristen? because when his career advances you get a little bit richer and there's one thing that I know girls like you like, and that's money and powerful men." he patted the side of the table expectantly, as he waited for her to make the drinks and bring them over. "That's why I know that you are going to do everything you can to reassure me that your father is worth supporting, now aren't you?"

He was impossibly hard by now, reaching up he loosened his tie a little and continued to fuck her with his eyes. "Come over here Kristen. I'm sure that we can talk and play at the same time." he said, tapping the table and reaching over to grasp one of the cues to exchange for his expected drink. "And I know you want to play, that's why you brought me to this room isn't it? It's nice and secluded from the rest of the party, easy to isolate, somewhat soundproof as well. It will give you an opportunity to play a few games with me, to reassure me that you aren't going to be whispering in your father's ear about how you don't want him to associate with a black man. You'll be doing all of that without any fear of us being disturbed or distracted either, won't you?" he chuckled. "I know you aren't the sort of person to discriminate Kristen. I know exactly what girls like you want as well..." he nodded, turning to rack up some balls and set the table. "...you want money, and a powerful man to turn to for support when you need it. I think that your father is going to go far and do well, and all because his little girl, his loving daughter, knew just how to keep his richest supporter happy." he grinned. "And I'm going to enjoy rewarding you for your support as well, your support in making sure that I'm happy and ready to help your father out just the way he wants. Your support in confiding in me what you‘d like me to do to help your father. You tell me what you want, then I‘ll take payment for said favours. Simple enough really." he finished with a confident edge.