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Hello BPV fans. This is a chapter that could have been a part of Chapter 3 in terms of timeline. It’s a more cuckold-themed side story that takes place right at the start of the outbreak with a brief cameo from Cindy.
As always, feedback keeps me writing. If you’re not OK with heavy racial themes, than stop reading. If you’re offended, why have you been reading up to this point? I’m going to delete any comments that don’t deal directly with the story, so why bother trolling?
DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don’t exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended.
2 WEEKS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE
Cindy and Derek had some time to kill in New York for their second layover on their way to Europe. The happy couple couldn’t complain, since the entire trip was bought and paid for by Dr. Vanessa Leblanc. Cindy did however feel guilty about the ulterior motive behind their trip. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that every stop, every layover spread Vanessa’s miracle virus to new areas and to people that never had a choice in the matter. Cindy loved her life, but still felt she deserved a choice. She knew that she’d spread the virus no matter what (unless she wanted to be a CDC lab rat or isolate herself), so she decided not to purposefully go out of her way to spread it. She’d live her life and let the chips fall where they may. The next flight didn’t leave for an hour, so Cindy and Derek went to eat at one of the higher-end restaurants in the airport.
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Genevieve was by all accounts; a bombshell. Her French-Canadian heritage gave her pale skin, dark black hair and stunning baby blue eyes. Her long shapely legs made her about 5’11”. When entering a room, her chest rarely failed to pull eyes from every angle and from every corner. She would snicker to herself as she heard boyfriends and husbands getting smacked by their significant others for sneaking peeks. She was definitely hot and she knew it all too well.
She felt that her looks were a marketable skill and she put them to work getting the right husband to pamper her for life. This explained her engagement to Paul, her High School sweetheart. Paul was shorter, scrawny looking and didn’t offer much to excite the dark buxom beauty, but he was finishing up Law school. More importantly, his father was a partner in a major New York law firm. After passing the BAR exam, Paul would have the connections to make it big, regardless of merit.
Genevieve got a menial job to help support the couple, as Paul studied. She could feel her working days coming to an end. All the years with Paul would soon be paying off. She couldn’t wait to quit her job as a hostess in an airport restaurant. She felt it was completely beneath her.
A white woman and a black man came up to her podium. Genevieve didn’t consider herself a racist, but something about interracial couples rubbed her the wrong way. She didn’t really understand how a good looking white woman could date or marry ‘beneath’ her station. Genevieve observed the couple and they looked sickeningly in love. They looked like they simply couldn’t be happier. Genevieve felt a void deep down that no amount of money Paul might make could fill. “It will be about 15 minutes. The name of your party is?” Genevieve asked.
“Cindy.” Cindy told the hostess and sat down to wait with Derek.
Genevieve received several other parties and put them on the list. When it was Cindy’s turn, Genevieve watched the couple laugh and kiss. She knew it was wrong, but she called up the next white couple on the list. Something hateful and envious inside of her wanted to ruin these people’s day.
After 25 minutes of waiting, Cindy started to notice the new comers getting seated before her. She wanted to give the hostess the benefit of the doubt. 10 more minutes passed and it was undeniable. Cindy walked up to the podium “Ummm, excuse me Miss, I believe we arrived before the last few couples. Did our name get lost on the list?” Cindy noticed her name circled with several names crossed out under hers.
“I’m sorry Ma’am, those people had reservations and we’re a bit busy today.” Genevieve lied.
“I don’t think we’ll have time to eat here now. Our flight leaves in 20 minutes.” Cindy wanted to make her feel bad.
“I’m sorry the wait was so long. I’m sure the food court can better serve your needs.” Genevieve made a dismissive wave and tried to cover up a smirk during her apology, but failed.
Cindy knew the real reason she was delayed. She didn’t think she’d want to infect anyone on purpose, but this snotty bitch had it coming. Cindy moved around the podium “I understand you’re ignorant and I forgive you.” Cindy unexpectedly hugged the confused hostess. “But you gotta learn your lesson.” Cindy lunged towards Genevieve’s lips and gave her a kiss. Cindy left Escort bayan the stunned woman behind and couldn’t resist summoning up her inner gypsy woman curse “Jungle Fever!” she said waving her hand, as if casting a spell, and laughing. Cindy grabbed Derek’s hand and they got away before anyone could get them in trouble.
Genevieve just stood there and had no idea what to make of the bizarre episode. She contemplated calling airport security, but decided not to share the embarrassing moment with others. She felt so violated that she thought she’d get sick. Unbeknownst to her, the virus was coursing through her body and just starting its transformation.
Genevieve returned home to find her fiancée studying “Hey sweetie, how was your day?” Paul asked, oblivious to her foul mood.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She growled and sat on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes at Paul. It wasn’t long before he came over to give her a foot massage. Genevieve had him so well trained.
Paul knew that Genevieve was way out of his league, so he overlooked a lot of her bossiness and frustrating habits. “I’m sorry you had a rough day. I really appreciate you doing it, while I get ready for my exam. Once I pass, you won’t have to work and we can finally get married.” He smiled up at her.
Genevieve couldn’t help looking at him with contempt. She molded him little by little into what he was, but felt no real love for him. She even managed to convince him that she was ‘saving herself’ for her wedding day. He gave in at every turn. She started to wonder what it would be like if he just took control, grabbed her and had his way with her. Her fantasy tried to picture the smaller white man in front of her, but it just didn’t seem right. The image of the black man with that crazy white woman popped into her head. He looked like he could take care of a woman. Genevieve imagined him fucking her raw for a few seconds before shaking it out of her head ‘ewww, not my thing’ She thought to herself.
Paul went about rubbing Genevieve’s feet and thought he could stare up at her all day. He knew she could treat him better, but he attributed that to the stress of her job. Once she quit and they got married, he’d finally be able to lose his virginity to his High School sweetheart.
Paul didn’t know it, but he was lucky (or tragically cursed, depending on your point of view) to be one of the tiny minority of people naturally immune to Dr. Vanessa Leblanc’s virus. He would be completely free of the virus’s effects, while his fiancée would be consumed by them.
1 WEEK LATER
Genevieve entered the TSA security checkpoint on her way to work. She sighed when she saw the all black security team. Some of them never failed to openly ogle her and James was the worst. James was tall, had short dreads and looked pretty good in his TSA uniform if Genevieve had to be honest with herself. His crude jokes and lingering hands made her despise him.
“Hey Boys!… Here Gene is trying to smuggle shit in again.” James said the joke for the thousandth time, while checking out her tits “I’m gonna need you to take your coat off and run it through the detector.”
Genevieve sighed as she took off her coat and placed it through the X-ray. She crossed her arms over her considerable tits and walked through the metal detector. She hated having her name shortened by low class people, who couldn’t pronounce it.
Something beeped and James smiled “Stand over here and put your arms up, please.” James slowly moved the wand over her curvy body “We might have to do a pat down.”
“That won’t be necessary.” The TSA supervisor stepped in. Lydia knew that James needed some serious sexual harassment counseling when it came to Genevieve. The strawberry blonde woman was in her mid-thirties and tried her best to supervise a professional security team. A lawsuit was the last thing she wanted.
Genevieve smiled at the supervisor to say a silent thank you and walked away, while James got a scolding. Her mere presence unintentionally infected everyone in the immediate area with the virus. As she walked away, part of her felt a strange disappointment. James didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would fall for the ‘waiting for marriage’ line. As the day went on, James invaded her day dreams, whether she wanted him to or not. She wondered what came over her and remembered the crazy woman’s ‘curse’.
‘Naw… It can’t be.’ She thought to herself.
1 MONTH LATER
Genevieve gritted her teeth in frustration. After undergoing a seemingly random sexual awakening, none of her male friends seemed to want to pay her any attention. Unlike Paul, Genevieve went through the occasional fling on the side. She kept it very discreet and made sure to never get caught. Over the last few weeks, her sex drive seemed to overload and she called on each and every one of her flings. One by one, they’d get excited to see her, have sex and then cut off all Bayan escort contact. It’s as if they became too lazy or too tired to leave their homes. It made no sense! Paul remained, but she didn’t feel much desire to fuck him. She’d have to bear through plenty of that after the wedding.
On her way out, she heard strange noises from one of the private screening areas. She knew she shouldn’t snoop, but her curiosity got the better of her. She could only see a silhouette, but she recognized the voices.
“Holy fuck, James. Go slower! Go slower! They’ll all hear us.” Lydia urged her subordinate. The silhouette showed a male figure bending over a woman and slamming into her. She gasped and moaned with each thrust. Luckily, only Genevieve was around to hear. As the male silhouette pulled back, she could see a pretty long tube shape keeping them connected. Genevieve wasn’t sure if James was that big or it was an optical illusion.
“You love telling me what to do, huh Hoe? Well now I’m in charge and I’m gonna do what I do!” He spanked her ass so hard that she came on the spot.
Genevieve could barely tell if her screams were pain or pleasure. She would normally be disgusted, but she stood there transfixed. Her tits were so sensitive lately and she absent mindedly rubbed them through her shirt.
Before long, James decided to pull out “Give me that mouth.” He barked at his supervisor. The male silhouette pulled the female’s hair. Genevieve’s face reacted with shock as she could actually see the silhouette jets of black cum fire point blank at the woman. She decided to move further away so she wouldn’t be seen by the couple as they exited.
The shadows quickly put themselves together. Lydia practically stumbled out of the security area with a big dumb grin on her face. The once professional woman had a wrinkly uniform, disheveled hair and even missed a glob of cum on her forehead. She tried to catch her breath as she slowly made herself presentable again. The weirdest part was that she looked much better than she did a month ago. She had a healthy looking aura of youth and energy.
Genevieve was so turned on she could scream. Instead she continued on her way home. She noticed that the black TSA agents that she saw on a regular basis were all looking different. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but they looked bigger, taller and more confident. Girls passing through the security line seemed to flirt with them all the time now.
The crazy woman’s curse popped back into her brain. ‘No, it really, really isn’t that.” She thought to herself. Not feeling confident about it anymore.
That evening, Paul sat up in bed reading a text book when his gorgeous fiancée walked in. He stared at the lily-white skinned goddess in the dark purple teddy and his jaw dropped. She never looked better in her whole life. Each step towards the bed made her chest jiggle and made Paul forget everything else in existence.
Genevieve had run out of options and thought she’d give Paul a chance “Hey there sweetie. Like what I picked up at the mall today?”
Paul nodded dumbly for a moment “Ummm… Uh, yeah. You look amazing.” He practically drooled.
Her hands roamed his body and tossed his book away “I honestly don’t think I can wait months for our honeymoon.” She cooed and rubbed the hardening 4 inch penis in his boxers “I know you’re the one for me, so why wait?”
Poor Paul didn’t see this coming and couldn’t last long against his fiancée’s hand. Shame crept over his face as he came all over her fingers. He saw the disappointment on her face and started talking a mile a minute “Sweetheart, of course I want to make love, but you made a commitment over so many years. You’ve only got a few months left. As you said, it will only make it that much more special. I think I should go to bed. I’ve got a big day tomorrow, Goodnight.” He shut himself up and turned out the lamp on the nightstand.
Genevieve wiped her hand with a tissue and wanted to beat her fiancée with a bat. She pouted and turned away to sleep.
Her dreams carried her off to a deep dark jungle. She wore a safari vest and short shorts and cut through the vegetation with a machete. Paul walked behind her and carried her stuff like a pack mule. The two explored exotic locations until they were suddenly surrounded by African tribesmen. Paul tried to fend them off, but was pathetically outmatched by the physically fit, black warriors. Genevieve kept them away for a while, but was eventually overwhelmed.
The warriors cheered as they carried the struggling woman to their village witch doctor. She immediately recognized the crazy woman that kissed her, Cindy. Cindy was stark naked, except for war paint all over her body. Cindy stripped the captive down for the enjoyment of the crowd and then decorated her body with similar body paint. Genevieve felt slick fingers paint streaks of red and blue down her supple body. Cindy yelled out gibberish, but Genevieve Escort somehow understood that she said “Offer her to the War Chief!”
She was carried to the biggest tent in the village. Naked white women roamed around, including Lydia. The war chief walked out and looked just like James. His sculpted body was covered in streaks of red paint and he wore nothing but a loin cloth. As she gazed upon him, her captors let her go. They knew that she was powerless to resist. Her bright blue eyes took in the sight of him. James ripped off his loincloth to reveal his monster, black warrior cock. Before Genevieve could feel fear over his size, she was turned around and ravished on a boulder in front of the entire tribe. Men and women cheered as the War Chief took another white wife.
Genevieve cried out in ecstasy as the Chief made her his. When he forced her to submit completely, he allowed the tribe to use her as well. She was being gang fucked from all angles when she heard Paul’s voice.
“Sweetie… Sweetie?” Paul shook her awake “I think you’re going to be late for work.”
Genevieve was drenched beneath the sheets and grunted in frustration “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m getting up.”
Later that morning, Genevieve knew she would be late to work. She waited in the longest security line and waited patiently. Anxiety and apprehension co-mingled as she spent that time staring at James. She could definitely see that his uniform didn’t fit properly anymore. It threatened to rip around the chest and possibly the biceps. She bit her lower lip and looked into James’ eyes when her turn arrived.
“Hey there Gene, you lookin’ mighty fine. Even more than usual.” James smiled at the sight. She didn’t bother covering up her melon-like tits and instead showed them off with a low-cut blouse.
Genevieve blushed and giggled a bit “Oh stop, you.” Even she didn’t mean to act so girly, but she couldn’t help it. The metal detector went off when she walked through. She happened to be wearing her pair of jeans that always set them off.
James waved the wand over her, as if it were any other person.
Genevieve couldn’t believe he chose today to act professionally “Who knows what I could be packing, am I right?”
James smirked “Saying stuff like that will get you in trouble. Do I need to pat you down?”
Genevieve attempted to play it cool “Whatever you think is best.”
James took her to the side and could see the look of glee come over her. He took his time and did a thorough job.
When James touched her breasts, Genevieve shut her eyes and moaned “I’m sorry, I’ve just been really sensitive lately.” She couldn’t keep herself quiet whenever he passed over sensitive areas, which felt like her whole body.
“You’re good to go, Ma’am.” James said with a teasing smile. He didn’t know what was going on, but women seemed to fall all over themselves around him and his fellow black TSA agents. It even started happening to his friends and relatives. He wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He could afford to have some fun with the now-desperate Gene “Have a nice day.”
Genevieve stood there and wanted to say something else, wanted to throw herself at him, but her pride won out. She kept her mouth shut, walked away and wanted to tear her hair out. She walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips to show off her newly rounded ass and let him know what he was missing.
The depressed girl changed clothes and carried on to her job. She couldn’t quite play the pleasant hostess. By the end of the day, she slumped at her podium with her head in her arms. She thought back to Cindy, the woman that ruined her life ‘That fucking, Bitch! How did she do this to me??’ She lamented. Her hands trembled as she was tempted to touch herself under her skirt.
“Table for two.” A booming voice demanded.
Genevieve looked up and straightened herself up as she saw James wearing regular clothes. Her heart skipped a beat, but dropped when she saw Lydia draped on his arm. She was also out of uniform and had a lovely pink evening dress on. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine Lydia as competition. The older woman looked younger and back in her prime. The virus benefitted the middle-aged woman far more than the young, beautiful hostess. She wasn’t quite as pretty, but she was enough to make Genevieve nervous.
Lydia stared daggers. She was no longer protecting the pretty young woman from the lecherous screener. It was her first ‘date’ with James and he just happened to choose the spot with the sexy hostess that happened to be in the airport she worked at. James was too important now to worry about what was workplace appropriate. She could lose her job, but she didn’t care. Genevieve called a server to seat them. Before leaving, Lydia pulled James in for a steamy kiss. Her leg rose up along his side and the slit in her dress exposed her bare leg. Once she broke the kiss, she gave Genevieve a satisfied smirk.
Genevieve couldn’t let this stand. She approached their waitress and switched duties with her. She spied on the couple and saw them making out, to the general displeasure of the other customers. “Hi again, I’m actually going to be taking care of you today.”
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