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From: "Honore de Ball Sack" <honoredeballsack@cumy.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "A Rendezvous at Cafe Blaque"  (Mf inter)
Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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   "A RENDEZ-VOUS AT CAFE BLAQUE" By Honore de Ball Sack email:
honoredeballsack@cumy.com

   Suzanne had never been around Black people before.  She was from a small
town in Iowa, and "coloreds," as her parents called them, were out of sight
and out of mind to most of the white-bread townfolk.  But she wasn't a
racist!  She really felt the pain of the African-Americans she saw on
television.  She thought their music was so beautiful and full of soul,
from R&B to reggae to gangsta rap.  She truly felt the pain of the poor
Blacks living in the ghettos of America.  But she had never actually
touched a Black person before.

   The sexy, blonde white girl was attending NYU as a freshman sociology
major.  She had been job hunting for almost two weeks, and all the trendy
white college bars were not hiring.  She was almost ready to give up on her
job search when one sweaty afternoon she walked into Caf Blaque, a small
bar in the basement of a MacDougal Street building.

   A tall, handsome Black man was behind the bar.  "Excuse me," Suzanne
said, "are y'all hiring by any chance?"

   The sexy Black stud looked her up and down, admiring every inch of her
eighteen year-old body.  She was wearing a tight pink tank top and tiny
cut-off jeans butt shorts.

   "Well, I think we might have a position for you," he said in a Haitian
accent.  "But first you will need some training.  Have you ever been a
bartender before?"

   Suzanne felt a strange wetness in her shorts.  Black men were to pity,
not to lust after!  It was wrong for her to become so aroused by the
muscular Carribean stud.

   "Um," she stammered, "I've never actually worked before, anywhere, but
I'll learn!  I really need a job.  My parents pay for my college education,
but I need to take loads of ecstasy on the weekends, and that costs money!"

   "That's no problem," said the clever Haitian businessman, "You're hired.
Why don't we start your training now.  We don't open for another hour."

   Suzanne jumped up and giggled with joy.  She had finally found a job in
the big city, and it was working for this sexy Black stud!  "Where do I
start?" she asked.

   "I think you should sit down first," the bar owner said.  "My name is
Francois by the way.  I am from Port-au-Prince and I have owned this bar
for ten years.  Would you like a drink?" Without waiting for her answer, he
expertly mixed up a potent Long Island iced tea and passed it to her.  He
poured himself a large glass of cognac and they drank together in the empty
bar.

   "So," said Francois, smirking, "Would you like a foot massage?" He
stared at her sandal-clad feet.

   "Well, all right," said Suzanne.  "But you're not coming on to me are
you?"

   Francois laughed.  "No, baby, I just want to massage your sweet little
toes.  It's not sexual, it's sensual!"

   Although Suzanne suspected that for him it was indeed sexual (she saw a
gigantic boner pressing out of his Armani pants,) she willingly took off
her Birkenstocks and rested her feet on the table.  The raunchy Haitian
foot fetishist reached for them eagerly, and began rubbing them with a
passionate vigor.  Suzanne started moaning with pleasure, and closed her
eyes for a moment.

   When she opened them to reach for her drink, she was shocked to see a
17-inch long Black erection resting on the beer-sticky table in front of
her.  It was the largest cock she had ever seen and she imagined the
discomfort she would inevitably feel should she allow it inside her small,
white twat.  But the sensuality of the foot massage had been too much for
her, and she eagerly dropped to her knees and started sucking.

   "Mmm, yeah," whispered the Carribean stud.  "Come on, baby, take it
all." This was a ridiculously impossible premise, as she could not even
manage to fit the swollen Black dick-head in her mouth.  Her college
sociology training had taught her that Black men were, on average, much
more well endowed than their white brothers, but the size of this fucking
thing was obscene!  All she knew was that she wanted it in her ass.

   Coincidentally, Francois flipped her over the table.  "Yeah, baby," he
said sensually, "I want to have some anal sex with you.  But don't worry,
it's not sexual, it's sensual!"

   He then pulled down the innocent white girl's jean shorts and jammed his
gigantic cock into her tiny browneye.  Suzanne felt so aroused that a Black
man was having sex with her.  The discomfort of having a foot-long dick
penetrating her large intestine was worth it: she couldn't wait to tell all
her college friends how "down" she was with Blacks!

   "Oooh yeah, baby," drooled Francois, thrusting his oversized shlong in
and out of the college girl's tight cornhole.  "I think you got the job! 
There's just one more test!"

   He pulled out and shoved her back down onto her knees.  "I will give you
some delicious Haitian man-soup!" he yelled.  He slapped her face with his
cock, and whacked it furiously.

   Suddenly Suzanne's pretty white face was soaked in the sweet jism of
Africa and the Carribean.  "Oh shit!" screamed Francois.  "I'm giving you a
good facial!  You got the job, baby!  You can start tomorrow night!"

   Suzanne scraped the cum off her pasty ivory face, and sucked it off her
fingers, swallowing the entire load.  "Mmm-mm!" she said, "that was
delicious!  I think I'm going to change my major!"

   "What's your major?" asked Francois, tucking his cock back into his
expensive pants.



   "Well, I was majoring in sociology," said Suzanne, "but now I think I
will major in African-American Studies!"

   THE END

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