Black Cock Picture Amos strutted over to the cot I was laying on. Standing with his hands confidently on his hips he said: "Get dressed. Time to go."
Still leaning on one arm I leisurely reached out and grasped the base of his love club and positioned the nozzle to my lips.
I looked up at Amos and gave the large, limp hunk of meat a big kiss.
He smiled and said, "You my wife now."
What could I say? We had just shared an act that should only be shared between husband and wife.
In response, I just began kissing his weapon all down along its thick, veiny barrel. It was my way of giving silent agreement to Amos' pronouncement.
As I kissed down along the barrel of his dick, I soon found my face buried in his thick, brillo-like pubic hair. I inhaled and drank in the strong musky scent of him...my Man. And I loved it.
I reached down and palmed his large, meaty balls. I lifted them and began kissing Black Cock Picture she heard follow her as she fled the
store.
********************
"NYPD, Angela DeSabitini speaking," the voice on the phone sounded
tired.
"I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann crying.
"Name please."
"I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied.
Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop
interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was done,
the cop said, "Your asking me to believe that there is some group of
pornographers preying on naive young tourists?"
"Yes."
"Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that you broke
the law?"
"No."
"What do you want from the police?"
"I want the money they owe me so I can go home."
"Do you have a copy of the contract?"
"No."
"Did you even sign the contract?
"No maam," she said sobbing into the phone.
"What was the name of this organization?"
"E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply.
"Would you be willing to testify against them?"
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone.
Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the
magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the
distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were
reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores
all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching
her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they
watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann
expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the
thought of getting all those men off.
Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone
already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing
orgasm and decided to ignore it.
The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open
up," yelled a female voice.
The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann
pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on.
The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young
attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was
short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was
tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head.
"I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the
phone yesterday."
"No, you must be mistaken, I..."
"I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain
anonymous, don't call from your home."
"What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be
arrested.
"I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency."
"Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop.
They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's
eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face
flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?"
asked the cop suddenly.
"No," replied Ann.
"You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire
businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but
in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs,
extortion, and pornography. The list goes on."
"What's he have to do with me?'
"His organization is called, E&I enterprises."
That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published the
magazine," said Blacks On Blondes Xxx Cuckold Comics thick salty goo from my lips, I could feel a rope of cum drool hanging, swinging, from my chin.
He looked down at me. "You a fuckin' mess when you eat, girl. Don't know if I'll be able to take your ass out anywhere, least anywhere wheres respectable peoples go."
He stepped up to me grabbed his dick and used the cudgel to scoop up the string of cum drool from my chin and then spooned his dick into my mouth as if feeding a baby. I opened wide and took him in and sucked the baby making nectar from his meaty, black ladle.
Black men taste so good, I thought.
I cleaned his dick off thoroughly and then started kissing it all over again when he pulled away and started to get dressed.
He through a towel in my face and told me to clean up, lunch was over.
I wiped my face off and slowly got dressed . When I was done, I asked Amos if there was some other way out so we didn't have to Blacks In Becky
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Interracial Sex Pics Thumbs Enterprises," continued the black man. Ann thought he
sounded like James Earl Jones. "And I own you."
"You don't own me," said Ann sounding more defiant then she felt. "Just
give me my money so I can go."
"I don't have it on me," said Solomon with a smug look on his face.
"I'll have to put a check for the amount in this envelope and mail it to
you." He picked up a manilla envelope and handed it to Ann.
Ann turned white when she saw her parents address on the envelope. She
knew without looking what would be inside, but she looked anyway. The
envelope was filled with pictures. Her and Mark, her and Latrell, and of
course her and Tyrone. There was even a picture of Suzie shaving Ann's
pussy, meaning there had to be a camera behind the mirror in the
dressing room.
"See I do own you. Now unless you want your parents getting that
envelope, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."
Ann would of cried, but she had used up all her tears in the last few
days. "What do you want from me?"
"Three things. First, my informants tell me a statement you gave a cop
was submitted before a judge asking for a warrant to search these
premises. That statement has disappeared. You are to break off all
contact with the police. Second, you are now an employee of E&I. Any
black employee of the company has access to your body whenever they want
you. You're to do what you're told, go where you're told, Your mind and
body will be assigned duties that match your abilities."
"So I'm some sort of sex slave?" asked Ann shivering, but thinking it
wouldn't be that bad to have someone else do all her thinking for her.
"Not exactly Ann. If you have a head for business, you might become Vice
President, though any black man will still have access to your body,
from me, to Bull here, or even a dishwasher in one of my restaurants."
Ann turned to look at Bull, who flashed her a toothless grin. "And
third?"
"Third," said Solomon, "Come suck my dick."
Ann glanced over at the envelope and then at the impressive bulge in Mr
King's pants. Her nipples had popped out and she felt her pussy gushing.
He was still leaning on the desk as she sat in a chair before him and
grabbed his thick member through his expensive, Italian pants. She
reached up and undid his belt, pulling it out through the loops. She
unbuttoned his pants and began unzipping them. Ann knew what his cock
would look like before she even saw it and she was right.
When she pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hard as a rock. It
was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Solomon's cock was as long
as Latrell's and as thick as Tyrone's. It seemed carved from ebony,
crisscrossed with big blue veins, and a plump head the size of a small
apple. His balls were even bigger then Tyrone's. They hung halfway to
his knees and she couldn't imagine the amount of sperm they must
produce.
Ann fell in love with that cock the moment she saw it. She stroked the
thick shaft with the palm of her hand, feeling it throb with each
stroke. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of
the plump head.
She swirled her tongue around it, teasing the pee slit, then licking
along the flared ridge. Ann kissed the tip, then moved down the shaft,
forgetting she was being blackmailed and focusing only on satisfying
Solomon's massive member.
Ann lifted the shaft and kissed each of his hairy testicles, before
moving her mouth back up to the head. Interracial Sex Gangbang Blacks On Blondes Series sittin' down on the job, bitch," he grunted. Then he casually placed his hand behind my head guiding it as it bobbed back and forth on the end of his thick, rock-hard tool.
The door opened and the old man who gave us the keys of the room entered to tell Amos he needed the room back. Mid way through his request he stopped as he saw me on my knees sucking away sloppily at the fat, abnormal cock Amos had stuffed into my straining mouth.
As I continued my duties, I could here Amos snigger to the man:
"Hey Roscoe, I promised the girl lunch, didn't I? Well, as you can see, IT'S CHOW TIME!"
They both laughed uproariously while I ignored their degrading joke and continued sucking and yanking on the succulent, juicy, African "chow" Amos was treating me to.
Soon I could feel the old man's dick really stiffen, like steel. He began grunting as the meaty muscle in my mouth expanded 
Interracialdating Black Cock Hard Latrell zooming in on the tip to capture his orgasm.
Bull was grunting now and his thrusts were becoming uneven. The pee slit
opened, staring at her, almost as big as a human eye. Ann closed her
eyes just in time. She felt like someone had thrown a handful of hot
pudding on her face with a force that almost stung her.
The force of his orgasm caused her to rear her head back and open her
mouth. A second wad as big as the first flew into her mouth, choking her
until she gurgled it down.
Ann felt sperm in her hair, coating her forehead, and running down her
cheeks. She tried to open her eyes, but more sperm covered them until
she wiped it away with her hands. She got them open in time to see him
point his cock down at her breasts and she felt his hot seed hit her
nipples as he continued coming.
When he was done, Bull just shoved his dirty, vaseline covered cock into
his pant and went back over to guarding the door. Ann licked some of his
sperm from around her lips, thanking god that he hadn't tried to fuck
her. She wanted to go home, but apparently Solomon had other ideas. He
climbed on the bed with her, his cock hard once again.
Ann looked at him amazed at his stamina. The look he gave her showed he
was disgusted with her sperm coated body. He smacked her thigh and she
rolled over getting up on all fours.
Solomon wasn't gentle with her. He shoved his meaty cock into her pussy
and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. He was treating her like a
slut and she loved it. She was a slut, she loved fucking Tyrone and
Latrell and Solomon. Deep down she had even enjoyed jerking off Bull.
Solomon grabbed the jar of vaseline and began coating her rectum with
vaseline, circuling around it with his finger, slowly pushing it in past
the nail and up to the knuckle. He removed his finger and she felt his
thumbs spreading her ass hole open. He began fucking her hard again. So
hard she thought the bed would break, so hard he pushed her head down
into the pillow until only her ass was thrusting up into the air. So
hard, she only felt a moments pain as he pushed his thumbs into her ass
hole and she started cumming again.
He fucked her hard for ten minutes, while sliding his thumbs into her
ass, pulling them apart to stretch her out. When he was done, he pulled
his cock out and she heard him in the vaseline jar again. Ann felt
Solomon 's cock slide between her cheeks until he stopped and rested the
head against her rectum. She felt him push down, the head entering her
ass with little pain.
Ann felt his slimy, vaseline covered hand grab her ass cheek and he
began forcing is cock into her. Soon Solomon was fucking her ass as hard
as he had her pussy, though he was only able to get about ten inches
inside her.
Ann lost all track of time as his thrusts pushed her into the pillow for
what felt like an eternity, until with one mighty thrust, she felt his
sperm filling her ass, rising to the top as he pulled his cock out,
trickling out her ass hole and down her crack as he removed it and shot
more sperm onto her cheeks and back.
Solomon spanked her and she rolled over. Ann looked up at him smiling,
though she knew she must look horrible with dried sperm covering her
body and caking her hair. Solomon smiled back and said, "Welcome to E&I
Enterprises."
********************
Epilogue
The landlord let Angela into Ann's apartment and she had a look around.
A rent check was sitting on the table Kacey Interracial Gangbang for this disgusting old black janitor. Yet as I opened the car door and was about to step out I couldn't help myself but to ask:
"Will we be going to lunch again?"
"Baby, I a busy man. We'll see. Bye!"
With that, Amos pulled the door closed and drove off.
I walked to the building, my face red with both anger and humiliation. How could this have happened to me, I thought. I've just been used by an old, black janitorÑand on a simple lunch..."date".
The rest of the day at work I couldn't think of anything but how enraged I was with myself and that black animal. And yet, time and time again I had to slip off to the ladies room. Enter a booth, slide my nylons down, and relieve the incredible heat between my splayed thighs.
And all I could picture was Amos. Amos and his incredible, wonderful, African horse-cock.
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store.
********************
"NYPD, Angela DeSabitini speaking," the voice on the phone sounded
tired.
"I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann crying.
"Name please."
"I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied.
Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop
interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was done,
the cop said, "Your asking me to believe that there is some group of
pornographers preying on naive young tourists?"
"Yes."
"Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that you broke
the law?"
"No."
"What do you want from the police?"
"I want the money they owe me so I can go home."
"Do you have a copy of the contract?"
"No."
"Did you even sign the contract?
"No maam," she said sobbing into the phone.
"What was the name of this organization?"
"E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply.
"Would you be willing to testify against them?"
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone.
Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the
magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the
distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were
reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores
all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching
her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they
watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann
expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the
thought of getting all those men off.
Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone
already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing
orgasm and decided to ignore it.
The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open
up," yelled a female voice.
The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann
pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on.
The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young
attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was
short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was
tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head.
"I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the
phone yesterday."
"No, you must be mistaken, I..."
"I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain
anonymous, don't call from your home."
"What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be
arrested.
"I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency."
"Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop.
They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's
eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face
flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?"
asked the cop suddenly.
"No," replied Ann.
"You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire
businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but
in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs,
extortion, and pornography. The list goes on."
"What's he have to do with me?'
"His organization is called, E&I enterprises."
That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published the
magazine," said Black Cock Picture pass all those men outside in the bar.
He looked at me in stony silence: "Why, you ashamed a somthin"?"
"N, ... no...no just...well...they all heard and know that...you know...Amos...Amos, please...I ...I don't want..." He slapped me suddenly twice. A quick bitch slap, first front, then back of the hand.
Then said:
"Don't you ever act like yo' white trash ass is shamed a bein' with Amos Jackson! You understand, bitch!"
No man had ever done that to me before. I held my face and cowered. I wasn't sure if he'd do it again. I was frightened. But also...respectful. Here was a man. One who I now understood would take no shit from me. None period!
I had always been able to manipulate men in the past. White men. But that would not be the case with this man. This Black Man. This black, strong, dominant and very powerful, black African man.
Amos took me by the hand, opened