Black Defilement
Three Book Interracial Cuckold Erotica Collection
By
Anya Merchant
Book 1: Seduced By The Black Billionaire
Book 2:Black And White Photo Shoot
Book 3: Black Billionaire Boating Club
Seduced By The Black Billionaire
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
PROLOGUE
Nikki dug her nails into the bed as she felt Marcus slam his big black cock into her. This wasn’t part of her assignment, but she was too lost in a state of lust to put a stop to it. She was too turned on to even make an attempt. All of the events of the past few days had led up to that moment, and even though she loved her husband Eric deeply, she wanted this other man, this dark and mysterious enigma of a man, to fuck her as hard as possible.
Thinking of her husband caused her to descend even deeper into a state of erotic ecstasy. He was watching, right at that moment. That had been the plan. She had gotten close to Marcus Johnson, the famous musician, businessman, and billionaire, all so her husband could more effectively prosecute a case against him. And now Eric was watching everything as it was live streamed through the lens of her phone, watching as his child hood enemy and longtime rival made her body shake with pleasure.
“Oh, that’s right baby,” said Marcus, increasing his pace as his hips smashed into her. “I knew I was going to fuck you from the very first time I saw you,”
Nikki moaned, too drunk on sexual desire to say anything. But she knew it was true. He had the look in his eye, right from when they first met. And something else was true, as well. She had wanted it just as bad as he did, right from the start.
CHAPTER 1
“Nikki, are you listening to me?”
Nicole Reeves turned her head up from her desk, snapping back to reality. She had been completely focused on reading an old case report, and it took her a second to realize that her lieutenant was speaking to her.
“Yes, of course, sir,” she said to him. “But uh, could you explain it to me one more time?”
Nikki felt her cheeks flush red as she spoke the words. It was already hard enough to be taken seriously as the only female detective in the police station, the last thing she needed was to develop a reputation for being an airhead. She was a petite woman, relatively normal looking, with nicely sized breasts of a good shape. She might even possibly be called pretty under the right circumstances. By the standards of her work place she was a bombshell, at least, but even though she had overheard some of the guys talking about all the things they wanted to do to her on more than one occasion, she still found herself to be rather insecure when it came to her looks.
“We have a new lead from the deputy ops, and he wants you on it specifically,” said the lieutenant. “Your husband being the state’s attorney may have had a little something to do with that.”
Nikki thought of Eric, and bit her lip. This wasn’t the first time that he had pulled the strings behind the scenes in order to land her an assignment. She constantly begged him to stop, and let her get by on her own merits.
Often, the opportunities he’d find for her were outside of her area of expertise, anyway. Even more often, they were cases that he wanted to prosecute, and used her being his inside girl to try to sneakily get his way. More often than not, she usually found herself loathing him for it.
“Alright, who is it?” she asked the lieutenant warily.
“Marcus Johnson,” he said, with a small smile.
The murmur from her coworkers listening seemed to reflect her own reaction perfectly. Marcus Johnson was an eccentric rapper, businessman, and media mogul. He was one of the first hip hop music stars to be worth over a billion dollars, and you couldn’t turn on the radio for more than twenty minutes without hearing one of his songs.
“Sir, are you kidding me?” Nikki asked him, in disbelief.
“I kid you not,” the lieutenant said. “The state’s attorney sent our department a tip that there was a drive by shooting on his estate last weekend. The police were called in by the neighbors after they heard the shots, but Marcus and his entourage claim to have not been home at the time and seen and heard nothing.”
“How was that not on the news?” Nikki asked, skeptically.
“He’s worth over a billion dollars and owns a TV network, Nikki,” chimed in Benny, one of her coworkers. “If the man wants something buried, all he has to do is snap his fingers.”
The lieutenant had a file in his hand, and he passed it to Nikki. She thumbed through it, wondering just how in the world they would be able to do anything with such a case.
“You are going to get as close to the man himself as you can, Nikki,” said the lieutenant. “He owns a club downtown, and it’s essentially his home base in between his concert tours and vacations. Start there.”
“You want me to go to a club and try to get close to a billionaire?” Nikki said, exasperated. “Is this really within the realm of feasible police work for me? I don’t even know what I’d say to him!”
“Don’t say anything, just buy some new clothes, go to the club, and have a good time,” said the lieutenant. “You don’t necessarily even need to talk to Marcus. One of his friends would do just fine if they had loose enough lips. And if you get them drunk and have some fun, trust me, the secrets will start flowing.”
Nikki looked at him blankly, and then back down at the file. She had her assignment. There were no more objections to be made, and regardless of how far out of character it seemed, she would do her best to carry it out.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” she said to him.
CHAPTER 2
“So how much back scratching did it take to make this happen?”
Nikki was sitting in the living room with her husband, Erik. He was watching the news on their HDTV with a pensive look on his face.
“Whatever do you mean, darling?” he asked her.
“Oh come on, this one is so obviously you,” she said. “The lieutenant even mentioned that you were the one who sent them the tip about it in the first place.”
“Fair enough, I sent the tip,” he said, turning his head to face her. There was a compassionate look on his face, but something was hidden behind it. Eric seemed to be a little angry, and a little eager.
“That’s not what I’m asking about,” Nikki continued. “You sent the tip, and your wife ends up to be the detective assigned to go undercover? Doesn’t that seem like a strange coincidence, to you?”
“I wanted you on the case, sweetie,” Eric said, followed by a heavy sigh. “I know that Marcus Johnson is dirty, I always have. I just wanted someone on the case who I know will get things done.”
“Why are you so hesitant to tell me what you know?” Nikki asked him, feeling herself becoming frustrated. “Just what does this guy mean to you?”
Eric stood up, and turned away from her. He walked towards the window and stared out it, tapping his finger nervously on the edge of the sill. Finally, he turned his head back towards her slightly, and spoke over his shoulder.
“Marcus and I…we went to hig
h school together,” he said, slowly. “We don’t have the best history.”
He whirled around towards her, with a scowl on his face. He opened his mouth several times, as if trying to find the right words and failing, and finally stomped back over to his seat and dropped into it.
“He was a rude jerk!” Eric said, his voice gradually becoming louder and more intense. “Everybody thought he was this cool, creative, special little snowflake, but I knew better. His dad was scum, and so was he…so is he, he hasn’t changed, I know it!”
Nikki looked at him, and blinked several times. This was her husband’s motivation for pulling the strings of an entire police unit? She almost couldn’t believe it.
“He was a misogynistic asshole, and the kids even used to say…They used to joke about how close he had been with Amy, saying that they were secretly, well you know…”
Nikki searched through her memory, recognizing Amy as the name of Eric’s high school girlfriend. Things began to make a little more sense to her.
“I know nothing ever happened, but something like that, it says a lot about a person,” he said, lost in his own reminiscence. “Marcus hasn’t changed since then, if anything, he’s gotten worse. I want you to find out what he’s up to!”
“Honey…I can see that this guy is definitely no good, and you have plenty of reasons to distrust him,” Nikki said, rubbing her husband’s shoulders. “But do you really think that he’s doing anything other than releasing music and running a recording company? Why would he be involved in anything we could get him for?”
“I know he is, damn it!” Eric shouted, standing up again quickly. “It’s either the local gangs, or maybe the Mexican cartels, there has to be something! How do you explain his house getting attacked?”
Nikki had to give him that point. It did seem as though there was at least a little mystery surrounding Marcus Johnson. Everything didn’t add up perfectly, and the things that stuck out seemed to be hiding something dark and dangerous.
“Alright, alright, let’s say you’re right,” she said. “The lieutenant essentially just told me to go and hang out at his club. Do you really think that’s going to be enough to get me into his inner circle?”
“Yes!” Eric said, becoming excited. “If you knew him like I know him, you would see that you are the perfect person for this job. Just promise me one thing honey, one important, critical thing.”
“What? What is it?” Nikki asked, seeing the intense look on her husband’s face.
“Don’t trust him, and don’t believe a word he says,” Erik said. “He’s scum, just like his father.”
CHAPTER 3
“Explain to me again why this is a clothing emergency?”
Nikki was walking through the aisles of an expensive looking clothing store with her best friend, Molly. After discussing the situation with her husband the night before, she had decided that throwing herself into her new assignment would be in the best interests of everybody involved. The only sticking point was that she was a grown adult now. Her clubbing days (and relevant attire) were long gone.
“I need some nice new clothes,” she said to her friend. “You know, fashionable stuff…”
“Sexy stuff, you mean?” Molly said. Nikki’s friend was the head promoter for several clubs in the city, and was the best possible person she could have asked for advice.
“I don’t know if I would go that far,” said Nikki. “I mean, I’m still a professional, and technically, I’ll be at work even when I’m at the club.”
It was an excuse, and she could feel it the moment the words left her mouth. Nikki had never been the most fashionable girl. In fact, the last place she enjoyed spending her time, even back in her twenties, was the inside of a clothing store. All it ever seemed to consist of was trying on outfit after outfit of items that didn’t fit just right, until she would finally settle for a bunch of stuff that didn’t need to fit well and go home disappointed.
“Trust me, if you even want to get into Marcus’s club, you’re going to have to look stunning,” said Molly as she led her into a new aisle. “I know you only asked for clothing advice, but I feel like it’s my duty as your friend to make sure you get a complete makeover today.”
Molly began to browse through one of the clothing racks at a speed that was amazing and impressive to Nikki. After a minute, she pulled out a dress and handed it to her.
“Try this on,” said Molly. “And this one, too…and actually, here, take this one well you’re at it.”
With a couple of dresses in hand, Nikki made her way into one of the changing rooms and began to undress. She watched herself in the mirror as she did. The clothing she was already wearing was chaste and professional. It was her style, and it made her feel like the normal, modest, responsible adult that being married and having a career had turned her into.
She gave her underwear clad body a hard look. There were so many little things about herself that she didn’t like, and they were really what ruined clothes shopping for her. She did her best to push the thoughts out of her mind, reminding herself that she was her own harshest critic, and then began to try on the dresses.
The first two were close to what she was used to. They were nice looking, and would have been right at home in the wardrobe of her early to mid-twenties. Both of them were pretty, flashy, and attractive without being overly provocative. Unfortunately, neither of them fit as well as they should, which was also in line with her typical shopping experience.
The last dress was something else entirely. It was tight fitting, short, and strapless. She began blushing immediately when she saw her reflection in the mirror. It pushed her breasts together in a way that seemed to showcase her cleavage in the best possible light. It made her butt look nicely sized, not too big and not too small. It made her feel exposed, to say the least.
“How is it going in there?” called Molly. She didn’t wait for an answer, and stuck her head through the curtain almost immediately after asking.
Nikki turned and looked at her, with her cheeks flushed red and a slightly embarrassed and ashamed look on her face. She had been brought up by parents with a traditional idea of what a woman should look like, and many of those beliefs had stuck with her.
“Oh wow, that’s the one,” said Molly, grinning. “That is definitely the one,”
“I can’t wear this,” Nikki exclaimed. “I’m a police detective on assignment, if any of my coworkers saw me like this…”
“Like what?” asked Molly. “Like the type of girl that gets to skip the line and get in for free at a hot club? This is exactly what you need to look like, sweetheart.”
Nikki frowned, and then pushed Molly out of the dressing room. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, and had to admit, it was not a terrible look for her. Maybe I can do this, she felt herself start to think.
CHAPTER 4
Nikki paid the cab driver and watched him drive off. It was a little after ten, and she was fully in undercover mode, standing outside Marcus’s club. She had spent the day at Molly’s apartment, having her nails and make up done and receiving advice from her friend about how to really play the part up.
There was a long line extending from the entrance, and as she began to walk by it to reach the back, she spotted someone she recognized.
“Hey Nikki,” a man shouted. “You look phenomenal.”
It was Ted Perkins, one of the state’s elite prosecutors. She had worked with him many times before. He was young, attractive, and one of the few people that her husband, Eric, would get nervous about her being in meetings alone with.
“Hey Ted, I had no idea that you were into the night scene,” she said. He motioned for her to cut in front of him in line, and she did, gladly.
“I have to blow off steam somehow,” he said to her. “Besides, this place is amazing. It usually gets a better turnout of people than any other club I’ve been to. So many gorgeous females!”
Nikki looked at him, surprised and slightly unner
ved. He coughed and smiled awkwardly.
“I mean, well you know what I mean,” he said, nervously. “Well anyway, I guess you’re one of them tonight. Jesus, if you dressed like this in court the judge would hold you in contempt!”
Nikki blushed a little bit and waved her hand dismissively.
“Oh stop,” she said. “I’m here for the same reason you are. And you clean up pretty well yourself!”
“You think so? Thanks!” he said.
The two of them were next in line to go by the bouncer. He was a large man, covered in tattoos. When he saw Nikki, he smiled, met her gaze for a second, and then waved the two of them in.
“Wow, I never usually get in that easy,” said Ted. “They must love you here.”
“It’s probably just the dress,” said Nikki. It was at least partially true. Between the fashion advice of Molly and her amazing makeover skills, Nikki felt like a completely new woman. She was there undercover, but still planned to have a fun evening, even if business had to take priority.
The club was dark, and packed full of people. Blue lights from the roof streamed across the dance floor, and the bar over to the side appeared to almost glow from LEDs installed in the frame. The music was booming loudly, and Nikki could feel the entire room pulsing to its beat.
“I think that’s Marcus Johnson over there!” said Ted, pointing up to a DJ booth on the upper level. “You know, the rapper and RnB singer. This is his club.”
Nikki looked up to where Ted was pointing. The DJ was working his system, and standing behind him was the impressive figure of Marcus Johnson. He was light skinned for a black man, Nikki’s file had told her as much. His mom was white and his dad had been an African immigrant, apparently.
His hair was cut short, and he had a light, nicely trimmed and maintained beard. He was wearing a V-neck shirt that clung tightly to his rippling muscles. He had broad shoulders, powerful looking hands, and beautiful brown eyes that somehow managed to be both intense and soft.
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