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Jason POV:
I've been accused of 'betraying my race' and only seeking out Caucasian women after I reached the peak of my profession: never
mind that during my UCLA years, I saw women of different races, including women of my own race. Drafted number one, my rookie
campaign was very successful: 1,308 rushing yards, 487 more receiving, 10 touchdowns, and rookie of the year honours. Approached
by a beautiful British woman with a knock-out physique and loads of sophistication during my second year in the league who enchants
me, we began seeing one another, which opened me up to speculation, innuendo, and the accusations I mentioned previously.
Certain family members and friends don't agree even though Peggy has shown me nothing but affection and respect whether at
family gatherings or in public-in fact she takes every opportunity to pack on the PDA. Despite having never dated a man of colour
the aristocrat shows no sign of concern about the stares or comments, which is helpful. I've been asked 'What's wrong with US?' and
my answer is NOT A THING-the woman I am with pursued me and not for fame or money (the Carter family has much more of than I
I do, despite the recent $80 million contract I signed. I am a minor celebrity but the paparazzi have chased Peggy since her teen years.
That some still find interracial relationships exotic or unusual I find very puzzling: per the Pew Research Center the racial groups more
likely to intermarry are 58% of Native Americans, 28% of Asians, 19% of Blacks, and 7% of Whites (of the 3.6 million adults who got
married in 2013). At this point having a beautiful, sexy, desirable, older, and CAUCASIAN woman by my side is no different than if she
she was of another race. Her complexion is not the reason I said yes to her and I will not walk away from this woman because of small-
minded people don't like it when we are together. This could be long-term.
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Peggy POV:
I'm Margaret Elizabeth Carter Starks - wife of millionaire industrialist Howard Stark; and mother of Alec and Howie [ages 9
and 6]. My Mum and Dad are 'refined' Brits with stiff upper lips who show not a skosh of distaste the first
time I brought Jason to meet them though I KNOW THEM-I know their thoughts and attitudes: their system of beliefs and I
know that the thought of their daughter sharing a bed with a Black man is at best their worst repugnant and at best their worst
nightmare. The next day my Mum called to advise me of her 'deep disappointment' in my choices. I don't fault her - how I live
my life is no one's concern except my own. I do my best to ignore the snide comments and 'side-eyes' Jason and I endure when-
-ever we are in public [of course discretion is our daily motto as any word of my involvement - our infidelity -
becomes known to Howard. He's a good man in many ways and a fine father to our lads and I don't wish to cause him necessary
pain or embarrassment.
Jason is MY MAN. I can sense the undercurrent of unease in him at certain times due to the seemingly endless violence against
against POC. No one is exempt: From an Aide to a former president to a street sweeper any man or woman of colour can lose
their life in an instant. My man is at constant risk: his status as a star athlete doesn't keep him safe if some nutter has it in their
mind to do him harm...and I'm so scared all of the time. My hope: MY DREAM is that soon he will ask me to marry him.
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Peggy decides to look into the history of Black Americans history in the 'colonies'; having matriculated in the UK she's aware that
loads of the loveliest homes, buildings, and structures across the country were built with the money made by enslaved people's
labour, allowing Britain's industry to grow and grand architecture to be constructed, many of those surviving over the years. Per the
the National Trust 90 of the properties it looks after have links to slavery and British colonialism. Those include stately homes, town
halls, universities, theatres, and banks, the founders of many of these institutions made their money through the slave trade.
Britain and Portugal were two of the most successful slave-trading countries in Europe between 1640 and 1807, transporting at
minimum 70% of all Africans funneled to British and Portuguese colonies in the Caribbean, North and South America, and other
countries. Britain ended the practice of slavery officially in 1834, though 1834 (though in reality for many of those enslaved the
purchase, sale, barter, or transfer of slaves or of persons intending to be sold, transferred, used, or dealt with as slaves, carries
on until at least 1838 through apprenticeship schemes.
She is particularly horrified at the horrors endured by colonial enslaved persons such as branding, whipping (including pregnant
women whose labour 'dawdled too long), dismemberment, rape, forced combat between men/women against vicious canines, feral
hogs, and even wolves. These latter revelations open her eyes to the TRUE realities of people of colour in the US. She has to see him :
NOW!
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When Wilkes walks through the front door that evening Peggy rushes up to him and leaps into his arms, planting kisses on
his forehead, nose, both cheeks, neck, and lips. "You're here; you're here!" she chants between busses, small hands gripping
his muscular shoulders tightly. "DARLING - I've thought of nothing except you the entire day!"
As she shows no indication of dismounting he drops his briefcase onto the carpet near the door and carries her over to
the divan - down two stairs into the carpeted, recessed living room area and over to the dark gray leather furniture; en route
he catches a glimpse of the two of them in a ceiling-to-floor mirror on the wall opposite them: her long legs in their smoky sheer
hosiery (locked at the ankles in the small of his back - she's still wearing her grey heels); the hem of her dress is hiked to her
waist, exposing her thick milky thighs and the blood-red suspenders attached to her stocking vamps. As he lurches on, his
awakened manhood pokes against the gusset of her thong, and the bombshell socialite chuckles throatily before gluing their
lips together once more, pausing only long enough to whisper "I've been thinking about this the entire day," emphasizing her
statement with a hearty squeeze of his chocolate brown length: Jason lowers them to the divan cushions and all that remains
is for her to tug her thong to one side and allow him inside her..."Oooh...AH; Oh"...she mutters, lifting her legs higher and
opening her thighs wider.
His muscled forearms secure under the crooks of his lover's shapely, stockinged gams Jason pumps into her firmly...steadily -
her cunny is sopping and elicits 'squelching' sounds as a counterpoint to the couple's cries of pleasure; “Howard never gets to
see you like this, or does he?...YES; NO?!" he demands when Peggy can only make a gargling sound in response. He presses a
hand against her throat and growls a repeat of his question to which she finally gasps "Y-Yes! I mean NO!"
Beneath him, Peggy writhes in pure bliss, absorbing each thrust heroically: each strike nearly driving her insane with pleasure -
the girthy python spreads her open and hits deeper than anyone ever has or ever WILL inside her clutching womanhood...
"PHONE HIM," Wilkes grunts without breaking his rhythm - he follows this by lightly nipping at her shoulder. "Oh...GOD;
Wilkes!" Peggy whimpers. "I-I don't...I - are you sure?"-
He stills his ingress and with the hand still at her throat, he brings her face within inches of his and growls "YOU.WILL.
RING.HIM...NOW." Dark eyes bore into hers, and he repeated his order.
"Y-Yes...yes Master." He passed her mobile over and she shakily dialed her husband's number "Y-Yes...my husband's i-in,
Molly? T-Thank you...no, no I'm fine...a bit knackered...Yes, we'll talk soon...Thank you again...Howard; hullo Luv - Oof!
No; nothing Darling - I spoke with MUM earlier - oh, she's as insufferable as ever...EEP!", she chirped after Jason's languid
thrusting into her drizzling puss transitioned into an equally deep and more energetic BUTT-FUCK..."Ummm!"
"Pegs?" Stark asked, alarmed. "Something wrong?"
Peggy managed "Not at all, Dear: 'bumped my bum,' as it were." and she immediately buried her face in her lover's
shoulder to muffle her whorish squeaks and grunts.
Unaware and still solicitous, Howard asks "Did you want something, Wife? The lads are fine, yeah?"
"They ARE; yes [she barely bites off a distressed groan]: "Darling...can you h-hold a m-moment? Only a moment"...in
an incredible show of strength Jason stands up, shuffles so that he's facing the sofa, and lowers her to the carpet; he
roughly turns Peggy so that she's also facing the divan and guides her to her elbows and knees - his re-entry is swift
and hard and the only way to prevent her lustful cry is to bite one of the cushions. "Babe: I have a conference call in two
minutes; pick this up later?"
"Mhm; Mhm-ring me later Luv, G'bye!" Wilkes ups his pace, laying waste to the incredibly-stacked Brit's backdoor,
warping to conform to the length and breadth of his monster; Peggy throws her head back, her eyes slits and her
red lips gawping...the familiar and incessant stretching of her greedy orifice by the best lover she's ever known is
HEAVENLY; he expertly plows her plush, well-padded rear end like an industrial-grade John Deere tractor tilling the
back-forty of an East Texas Cotton field. On the cusp of spending, Jason changed their position for a final time, carefully
in her botty... Peggy's eyes were wide, her mouth hanging agape as Wilkes power-fucks her blown-open anus with strong,
deep, bowel-spearing thrusts...through clenched teeth a guttural, garbled yelp issues from deep within the Brit when
that ceaseless fucklog spews a vast quantity of hot cum into her squirming innards like a wide-bore fire hose...
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PEGGY POV
Seated on the commode I wait patiently for the spunk to drain from my blown-open rectum...perhaps I should say 'not so
patiently: there's a deep ACHE in my innards and the sludgy goop clogging my rectum is taking its time finding the 'exit'...
as I have a minimum of 10-15 minutes more of draining left I daydream a bit, re a discussion between a group
of non-European ladies and women like MYSELF, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostkoff, and others - native of
countries such as Britain, Slovakia, Russia, and others about SEX; in particular anal sex. In Britain, for instance, we womenfolk
haven't considered backdoor bum-fiddling at all especially kinky or exotic the way that those in the US have [until fairly recently-
middle 1980's or so] - I adore a good butt-fucking as you have likely discerned by now...
ANYHOW, after a thorough enema and a shower I rejoin Jason in bed, gloriously nude and slightly damp...
END PEGGY POV END
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"Wilkes."
Sleepily, Jason murmurs "Hmm"...
"He'll ring tomorrow wondering about our brief conversation tonight...HOWARD, I mean."
"Hmmm; I'm sure you'll handle it," he grunts, adjusting his position. "Jason. JASON!"
"WHAT, Baby?!"
"Don't be cross...I wanted to make you aware of what to expect: I'm your WOMAN and I wish for there to be no misunderstandings
between us."
He kisses her, tasting the faint remnants of his seed on her tongue. "I trust you, Pegs. Go to sleep."
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Peggy spends about 90 minutes speaking with her children about their marks, school 'crushes', favorite or disfavoured instructors, and
their travel arrangements for the holidays [which will begin in the next ten days]. "Alfie, Luv; you've been somewhat quiet; what's wrong,
Darling?'
"I'm OK, Mum," he mumbles. His Mother quietly hums doubtfully, prompting Jen to interrupt: "He's being BULLIED, Mummy, 'Cheese' is,
isn't he? TELL HER, 'CHEESE'!"
When her son doesn't respond, Peggy warns "Alfred Howard Stark!"...
"I'm sorting it, aren't I?" the pre-teen replies semi-sullenly.
Peggy sighs and says "I'll ring back in five days, Yes? Mummy loves you both, My Loves - muahmuahMUAH!"
"Love you too, Mummu," the siblings answer in unison. Jen asks "Is Daddy ringing soon?"
"He will; I promise Darling. Ta."
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At their estate, Howard Stark works on his third bourbon and soda while musing about the discussion he and his wife had
earlier that day:
Peggy: "I'm not happy, Howard; I haven't been for some time...and I don't believe you are or have been either."
Howard: "I don't disagree about the happiness bit. It appears that we have both been stepping out."
Peggy [a bit stunned by Stark's words]: "Erm...where does leave us then?"
Howard: "As neither of us is content we have multiple options: divorce, separate, or remain married and carry on. I leave
it to you." He drains his glass and sets it down a bit tersely.
This discussion is miles from how Peggy expected it to go, and she pauses to collect her thoughts; when she's ready she
says "Why...why don't we both...mull it over...and, and revisit the issue in a few days; I'm to ring the children in ten days:
let's talk then."
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"Bonjour...Ecole Cordon Traduit: Collete parlante I am Collete."
"Bonjour, Collette...C’est Mme Stark [it's Mrs. Stark]. Are the children about? I've rung and gotten no response."
"Erm...Mme Stark...Monsieur Stark directs that you are not to speak with the children outside his presence."
Peggy is so shaken that she's speechless for a dozen seconds before her ire sets in: "When?!" she seethes.
Collette replies "About 9 am this morning Madame."
"Thank you!" Peggy rings off and presses '3' to contact Howard: "YOU Bastard! YOU BLOODY BASTARD! !"
Stark replies "Hello, Peg."
"Hullo, Peg !" Peggy mocks scornfully and belligerently. "You've completely and totally lost the plot you...you
MANKY...BARMY...GODDAM TOSSER! You shan't prevent me from speaking to the children I birthed you fucking fuck!
You SHALL NOT!"
Howard retorted "I recognize all of that; very creative Doll - I have a few for YOU: SLAG, MINGER, and NAFF; how are those
for comebacks? The children are on a plane for Greece: they'll meet my brother Tony and his wife Emma there,"
"You won't win this, Howard. I promise you that!" she yelled back.
" Who will stop me: your Black Buck?" he cackles. He hangs up before she can respond.
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BRITISH SLANG/INSULTS
Lost the plot-lost your mind
Manky-Disgusting
Barmy-Stupid
Tosser-Arsehole
Slag-worst kind of whore
Minger-loose/promiscuous woman
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NEXT UPDATE: 12/28/24/JASON AND HOWARD-THE CONFRONTATION