Blacks On Blondes "Man, I wish you would tell me your secret."
Willie looked up from where he was testing the water supply and grinned
at his partner. "I just started lifting, thats all."
Bernie didn't believe it for a minute, Willie was taking steroids. The
formerly medium sized black man now looked like a heavyweight boxer and
the change in his body had occured in only a month's time. The shaven
headed black man was huge and bulging with muscles, he even looked
taller.
Willie finished with his water sample and stood up. "Alright we're done
for the day."
The two water department men walked out of the small access building in
the wealthy white neighborhood outside Stony Harbor, Long Island. "You
live here don't you? Nice neighborhood," said Willie.
"You wouldn't be welcome here," said Bernie. "No offense, but this town
is lily white." Bernie hoped Willie didn't take that the wrong way.
Working with a black guy was alright, but living next to one...
"You want to go catch happy hour somewhere?" asked Willie.
"I shouldn't," replied Bernie. "Wife doesn't like me drinking too much."
Bernie was thirty three now, but in his twenties he was quite the
drinker before meeting Karen. The leggy blonde with the full bosom had
settled him down a month after they had started dating.
"Come on just a couple beers and we'll call it a day."
"Alright, a couple beers can't hurt."
********************
"Oh god," moaned Bernie throwing up outside the bar. "Why'd you have to
buy me those shots? You'd better drive me home."
Willie helped his partner into Bernie's car and got behind the wheel.
Bernie was snoring by the time he pulled up at his partners house.
Willie slipped a key of Bernie's key ring, before helping his partner
out of the car.
"Where the hell have you been?" said the women throwing the door open.
Willie was striken by the beautiful blonde the minute he saw her. She
bore a striking resemblance to the actress Jeri Ryan. She was tall, had
big blue eyes, and shoulder length blonde hair that was slightly mussed.
She was wearing a robe that tried to cover a well developed figure, but
failed. She also looked extremely worried. "You must be Karen?"
"Did you get him like this?"
"No ma'am," said Willie carrying Bernie inside. "Bernie wanted to have a
few drinks after work."
"Jesus, he smells like vomit. Just throw him on the couch."
Willie did and stood there waiting.
"Thanks, I take it you're Willie?"
"Yes," said Willie. "I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.
Could you give me a lift to my car? Bernie tried to drive home, but I
took the keys from him and insisted on driving.
"Of course," said Karen, "I'll just go throw some jeans on."
Karen returned several minutes later wearing tight jeans and a tee
shirt. She hadn't bothered with a bra and Willie felt his cock growing
as he stared at the outline of her big, round nipples. Her ass was also
perfect.
They didn't say much as Karen drove him back to the bar and his car. Her
jaw was clenched and her brow furrowed as she stared out the windsheild.
She seemed pissed.
"Are you ok to drive?" she asked. "You don't seem too drunk."
"I'm fine," said Willie getting out of the car. "I don't like to
overindulge. My daddy always told me it was the sign of a weak man" She
frowned at that and drove off. In fact, Willie had drank more then
Bernie, but his "enhanced" metabolism burned off the alcohol faster then
a normal man's.
Willie watched Karen drive off and looked at the key he had palmed off
Bernie's key ring. He got in his car and headed back to the water
filtering building near Bernie's house.
Willie parked and used the key to unlock the door. He then returned to
his car and pulled out the machine E&I's engineers had cooked up. It
would release small amounts of X-cite into the water supply. If what he
had been told was true, it acted as an aphrodisiac on women and Blacks On Blondes the bulge in his trousers that looked for the world like a huge
penis.
Tracy felt her nipples scraping against her sweatshirt. They were hard
as a rock and her panties were getting wet. By the time they crossed the
Holland tunnel and into the city, she was squirming in her seat and
thankful that they were close to their destination. She killed time by
channelling her erotic feelings into descriptions for future books.
They traveled along the docks of New York until the limo pulled up at a
rather decrepit looking old warehouse. "Here we are, Tracy," said
Latrell as the limo driver opened his door.
"This is it?" she asked.
"It doesn't look like much on the outside, but that applies to most of
the older buildings in the city." Tracy followed him along the side of
the warehouse to a door and waited while he unlocked it. "Sorry it looks
so desolate, but we are in the middle of remodeling. Thats why no one is
here except for my team."
Tracy passed several rooms that looked like movie sets. Many of the
rooms just had beds, and a few had hot tubs. Some had more elaborate
sets, like jungles, beach scenes, etc. She finally saw some more people
when she entered a large room with photography equipment set up. The
walls were painted wth a desert scene, cactuses, tumbleweeds, and one
wall had an old west town's mainstreet done in perspective. Two young
girls stood by a make-up chair. "This is Carla and Suzie. Girls this is
Lacy Lovelorn," introduced Latrell.
"I'm a huge fan," said Suzie shaking her hand vigorously. Suzie was a
pretty young bonde.
"Nice to meet you," said Carla. She was an attractive Latino girl with a
big bubble butt.
"Girls take care of Mrs Lovelorn for scene one. I'll be back in an
hour." Latrell watched the two girls skillfully sit Tracy in a chair and
began piling her hair up.
Latrell left the room and walked down the hall to Tyrone's office.
Tyrone's secretary wasn't at her desk, which meant she was kneeling
before him giving her special dick-tation. Latrell let himself inside
his boss's office. Sure enough the haggard-looking blonde was swallowing
maybe her thousandth load of cum from their insatiable boss. Tyrone was
pouring over the blueprints for the remodeled building. "You can do me
next," said Latrell sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. Carol
didn't even bother standing. She crawled over to Latrell and fished his
huge cock out of his pants before starting on him. As a female employee
of E&I, she was required to service the men on demand.
"I take it our guest has arrived," stated Tyrone. He was reluctant to
take his eyes off the blueprints. He had talked Solomon into modernizing
the building. E&I Modeling wasn't just a front for the porn industry
anymore. They were getting legitimate contracts, mostly cheesecake shots
for calendars and car magazines. They were getting semi-famous models
like Jessica Devereux. Plus, they had agents at the Miss Teen Usa
pageants and legitimate modeling agencies in the city all providing a
steady supply of fresh young faces for the insatiable subscribers to the
E&I interracial/voyuer websites.
The new building, would have a reception area, interview rooms, complete
with casting couches, modern sets, costume design rooms, and water
coolers laced with Xcite. He
couldn't wait. Tyrone put the plans down and clicked his computor to the
video-feed from the set. "That's one hot little bitch," he said watching
the two girls doing Tracy's make-up. "I love red-heads. Seeing my black
cock going into their pale white bodies really gets me off." Tyrone sent
off an instant message to one of the controllers who would send out an
alert to subscribers to check out the new girl on voyeurcam.com. "It
looks like they're finishing up."
"Better get back then," grunted Latrell as Carol was busy swallowing his
load. "That woman on the screen is gonna do more to make white woman go
black then all of our magazines and websites combined."
******************
"Latrell's ready, Lacy," called Suzie knocking on the door to the
dressing room.
Tracy was admiring herself in the mirror. She opened the door, finding
it difficult to get the big hoop skirt through the jam. Latrell whistled
when he saw her, which made her feel warm again. She was dressed as an
old west saloon girl, hair piled on her head with stockings and heels.
"Lets do it," said Latrell.
Tracy spent the next hour India Summer Blacks On Cougars Blacksonblonds a married
woman." Her second protest was drowned out as he mashed his lips against
hers. She probably struggled for less then five seconds before she found
her body raising itself into his. His tongue pushed past her lips and
she opened her mouth to let him in, her own tongue sliding into his
mouth.
With a tight grip on the wrist of her right hand, Willie brought her arm
down and pulled their bodies apart long enough to wrap her hand around
his cock again. Her instincts took over and her hand began stroking his
cock as they kissed.
Willie broke their kiss and stepped back so that she could watch her
hand jerking off his cock. Her hand was turning sticky each time it
reached the head, the amount of his pre-cum was so large it alone
compared to one of Bernie's orgasms.
Willie released her other arm and placed his hands on her shoulders,
pushing her down.
"Why don't you take a closer look. If Bernie does have a drinking
problem, this may be the last hard cock you see for a long while."
She resisted at first, but her legs felt weak and her back began sliding
down the wall until she kneeled before this perfectly built man. It felt
natural to kneel before Willie. Her hand had never stopped stroking him
and she stared in awe at the large bulbous cock-head pointed at her
face.
"You ever suck cock before?"
"No, never. It's disgusting," she said mesmerized at the sight of her
hand sliding along his shaft.
"Your going to suck me off," he said pushing forward until the head
touched her lips. She held them tightly closed, breathing through her
nose, his strong masculine scent climbing into her brain.
Karen turned her head away and said, "I can't cheat on Bernie. It's a
sin." Every nerve in her body was screaming out to her to obey him, but
there was nothing more precious then the sanctity of marriage. She had
even saved herself until her wedding night.
"Oral sex ain't cheating," said Willie pushing his cock back towards her
lips. "Just lick it a little."
Karen gave in to her desire. After all, she had already touched it with
her hand, what difference was there in touching it with her tongue?
Karen stuck out her tongue and shyly ran it over the crown of Willie's
cock. She grew bolder, and ran it around the crown again, this time
encirculing it completely. Instinct took over
and she began coating the entire head with her saliva before running her
tongue down his shaft to his crotch.
Willie grabbed the tip of his cock and held it up. "Now lick my balls,"
he ordered.
Karen obeyed, her tongue licking first one hairy testicle then the next.
They felt big and heavy and she was filled with a deep desire to see him
cum. She licked her way back up to the head, teasing his pee-slit with
the tip of her tongue. Karen decided to see if she could get the head in
her mouth. She parted her lips and pushed forward, the fat head entering
her mouth until her lips closed down over the ridge and it was inside.
Her tongue twirled like mad all around the head as she held it in her
mouth and Willie groaned begining to slowly buck his hips.
This wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and a warm glow spread
through her body each time Willie groaned, knowing he was enjoying what
she was doing for him excited her. His thrusts were pushing more of his
cock into her mouth and she stretched her mouth wide open to accomodate
him.
Karen started to gag as it pushed into her throat, but Willie was
unmerciful. He grabbed the sides of her head and actually increased his
thrusts. She arched her back so that she could more easily take his cock
down her throat as he pushed it in deeper inch by inch. Despite the
discomfort, Karen was thrilled to be treated like this. It felt right
and natural to submit to such a powerful dominant male.
Karen began pushing forward to match his thrusts and Willie grunted his
approval. She steadily breathed Interracial Sex Sluts
Lacy Cruz Interracial Gallery
Blacks On Blondes Torrents to place your hand over his crotch to cover up his bulge," he
ordered.
"Is that really necessary?"
"Yeah, it's not unusual for the male model to get an erection when
posing with a woman like you. Just place your hand over it, in case I
get some good shots where it appears. We're all professional here."
Latrell started snapping as she reached up and found her hand didn't
began to cover the length of his penis. She settled for covering the
head area down his thigh.
"That feels good," whispered Lamar. "Feel how big and hot it is."
"ssshhh, we're working." It was big and hot though.
"I'm not used to working with such a sexy white lady. "You made it this
hard." -that line sounded familiar to her- "Why dont you squeeze it?"
"No!"
"If you do I'll shut up."
Against her better judgement, almost of its own accord, her hand gave it
a little squeeze.
"That's a black cock in your hand. I bet it feels a lot bigger then your
wimpy husband doesn't it?"
He was like an arrogant man from a romance that needed taming. He was
arrogant, rude, and had a bad mouth, but she had never been so aroused
in her life. Her puffy pirate pants were soaked with her excitement.
Luckily, Latrell was done with the scene, but he had one more he wanted
to do.
*****************
"Tracy, how come you never use a black man like Lamar in your books?"
Suzie asked.
"I never thought about it before. I guess I could do one about a black
couple. It's just not my thing."
"No not a couple, just a black man. The woman would be naive and white,
maybe married and she can't resist his superior black genes."
"Or what's under is jeans," chimed Carla. The two girls laughed.
Tracy thought about an interracial romance, but decided it would be a
little too controversial. Her readership was mostly, young, married
white women and she didn't want to offend anyone. Of course, Latrell and
Lamar were the first men she had met who actually had the erotic
presence of a romance hero.
"Your last outfit is in the changing room," said Carla. "Take this," she
handed Tracy a bottle of water, "the lights tend to dehydrate you and
you need plenty of water."
*******************
"She's had a considerable amount of Xcite," said Latrell watching Tracy
on the computer monitor. According to the monitor, several hundred
subscribers were also watching live and more would download the scenes
later.
Tyrone and Latrell leaned forward as Tracy removed her clothes. The
young woman locked the door and sat on the bench facing the mirror with
the hidden camera behind it. Both men stared at her engorged clit,
dripping with lubrication as she spread her legs and began diddling
herself. "When she gives in, she's gonna fuck like crazy," said Tyrone.
Tracy played with herself until she began shaking. They watched as she
put her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. The beautiful young
writer arched her back and both men growled with lust as her orgasm
squirted out on the bench. "A squirter," said Latrell.
"Yeah, and she cums pretty easily. This bitch is doomed."
Tracy stood up before the mirror and reached for her next costume. Only
there wasn't one, just a bikini hanging on the rack.
"Turn the sound up," said Latrell.
Tyrone did as Tracy said out loud, "I can't wear this. It's practically
nothing."
"I'd better get back," said Latrell. "Should I send Carol in?"
"No, I'll come down in a few minutes." Tyrone watched as Tracy tried the
bikini on. They were always sized too small for the models. The top
stretched taunt over her large, upthrust breasts, showing just a hint of
pink areola, and outlining her hard, erect nipples perfectly. The
panties were little more then a thong and the girl kept trying to no
avail to stretch them out over her pretty white ass cheeks. The front
was sheer and tiny, whisps of curly, red pubic hair stuck out around the
sides. Not that it mattered because her entire pubic mound was visible
through the sheer fabric.
********************
"Latrell," called Tracy. She was covering her body with the dressing
room door.
"Yes, what is it?"
"My outfit is too small and who said anything about a bikini anyway? I
don't even where one on the beach."
"Sorry, but some swimsuit shots were specified in the contract that came
to me from your publisher, but don't worry, it's doubtful they'll ever
be used. People and Romance Quarterly will use the wild west or pirate
shots. Blacks On Blondes Gallery Mandingo Wcp Karen, you're crying," said Willie as she stood to leave. He
reached up and pulled her down next to him. She felt safe and
comfortable as he wrapped his arm around her. She cried into his chest
for several minutes.
When her tears stopped, she had time to admire exactly how muscular
Willie was. She was looking down his tee shirt, past perfect six-pack
abs, over his flat stomach and at the massive bulge in his shorts. The
large cock underneath was moving, growing, and his shorts began to rip.
Karen realized only a thin strip of velcro was holding that giant cock
in.
The velcro ripped further and she quicly stood, realizing that her robe
had fallen open giving Willie a good view of her breasts. "I'd better be
going," she said tightening the belt on her robe.
The large purple head of Willie's cock was pushing past the waist band
of his boxers climbing towards his navel. "Sorry Karen, you're just so
beautiful."
Karen didn't answer, she just ran up to her bedroom. She removed her
robe and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. As Karen sat on the
toilet, she couldn't shake the image of Willie's giant black cock
pushing it's way out of his boxer shorts. It was all she could think
about, the monster cock had insinuated it's way into her head. Jesus,
the sight of Willie's cock even had her nipples hard. If only Bernie
hadn't been neglecting her needs, she wouldn't be this horny.
Despite being black, Willie was a very handsome man. He was taller then
Bernie, around 6'4", had a shaven head, and his body bulged with
muscles. Sitting beside him on the couch, she could see every ridged
muscle on his chest through his tee shirt. She wondered what he looked
like without the shirt, without the shirt and pants, nude, his
beautiful cock sticking out before him. Karen shook her head again and
took a deep breath. This seemed to help a little. She wiped herself,
turned to flush the toilet, only nothing happened. She jiggled the
handle, it was loose.
Karen lifted the lid and saw the beer can floating in the reservoir.
Tears welled up in her eyes and her stomach sank. Bernie was an
alcoholic. God, they were even trying to have a baby. Thankfully, Bernie
hadn't been up to the job. Her father was an alcoholic and Karen vowed
that no child of hers would go through what she had growing up. Karen
fixed the chain and emptied the beer into the sink.
Karen walked out into the bedroom. If Bernie wasn't passed out, the jerk
would be sleeping downstairs on the couch. She would sleep downstairs
tonight if Willie wasn't crashing at their home.
Bernie was sprawled in the center of the bed snoring loudly. With
difficulty she removed his clothes and was appalled at the sight of her
husband's tiny shriveled up penis. It had looked like this for a week
now, never growing beyond three inches, a quarter the size of Willie's
long black cock and Willie obviously didn't have any problem getting
hard. She shook her head to clear it again, knowing that the image of
Willie's cock climbing up out of his shorts was forever burned in her
mind.
Karen stripped off her robe and tried to roll Bernie over, but he
wouldn't budge. She struggled under the covers and found herself hanging
half over the edge of the bed. She pulled her pillow over her head to
drown out his snores growing more pissed at her husband each minute.
Finally, after struggling to fall asleep for an hour, Karen gave up and
got out of bed, throwing her robe back on.
********************
Willie was lying on his back on the couch staring up at the ceiling. He
was trying to figure out a way to advance to the end game. His plan had
called for patience, get Bernie drunk a few more times, gain Karen's
confidence, show off his body, and let her get so frustrated she would
throw herself at him and throw her husband out. However, his cock wanted
her now, it didn't understand patience. 
Ride Black Dick Cuckold Husbands pussy opening for him as the head of
his giant penis slid up her inner thigh. She thanked god for the bikini,
wondering if the thin material could protect her from the aproaching
monster. Her pussy lips stretched out around a penis-head the size of a
golf ball, it entered her before she realized her bikini was gone. The
bastard had untied the sides while he massaged her and skillfully pulled
it out of the way.
Tracy wanted to scream out in protest. Instead her legs were opening
wider for him and her tongue was busy teasing his again. She was finally
getting the sexual satisfaction she had been craving for months.
Latrell was busy snapping away completely oblivious to what was going on
under the blanket. Before she closed her eyes to kiss him more
passionately, she thought she saw Tyrone taking his shirt off.
"Feels good to have a man-sized cock in you doesn't it?" Lamar whisperd
as soon as she pulled her lips off his to breathe. "A lot better then
your husband isn't it? Does he fill you like this?"
"No," she said meekly. "So big. I don't believe this is happening."
"That's only half bitch."
"How big is it?
"Fourteen mother fuckin inches and their all yours."
"Impossible!"
"You'll see, but it will take awhile to stretch you out. You'll never
feel hubby's little worm again."
Lamar had some serious issues, but his cock did feel incredible and her
body was starting to respond to his slow thrusts. Her hips was raising
up into his cock, the big head sliding back and forth across a spot
never before reached by her husband. "aaaaeeiiii," Tracy screamed in
orgasm throwing her head back and forth.
"Tracy, are you ok?" asked Latrell getting a close up of her sweat
covered face.
"Yes, yes, oh god yes, I'm fine," she replied having another. Lamar's
skillfull hands had untied her bikini top and he was busy rolling her
nipples between his fingers while gently tugging on them. Tracy came
again when Lamar moved his head under the blanket and took her nipples
into his mouth. She opened her eyes to see Tyrone walking towards her.
He was naked, another long cock dangling between his legs. It was very
black like his skin and it was growing as he approached her. It didn't
appear as large as Leon's felt, but it was still huge, probably close to
a foot. Latrell had put down his camera and was pointing a video camera
at Tyrone, filming his approach.
Tyrone kneeled in the sand on the set, his cock now rock hard, thick and
throbbing as he pushed it down towards her mouth. He may have been ugly,
but his cock was gorgeous. He rubbed the head along her lips, her tongue
flickering out to taste the pre-cum, then staying out to lick around the
head of his mighty cock. She took him in her mouth vaguely aware that
Lamar had stopped thrusting. Her pussy felt so full, she suddenly knew
that Lamar had buried every inch of his huge back cock into her and was
pausing to let her get used to it. Tyrone was pushing more of his cock
into her mouth and Tracy's eyes turned from looking down Tyrone's long
shaft to look at Carla as the Hispanic girl slowly pulled the blanket
off her. Latrell was busy photographing the action.
Lamar pulled out and slapped her leg saying, "Turn over and get on all
fours." Tracy did as she was told while Lamar kneeled behind her and
rubbed his cock along her labia. "Is this what you want?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Beg for it slut."
"Please put it back in. I want it." He didn't seem to be responding. She
tried to push back into it, but he still held it away. "Please fuck me
Lamar. Fuck me with that big black cock." He pushed a lttle in,
suggesting he approved of her words. Tracy was going crazy with lust.
She wanted it all and at the same time Tyrone was rubbing his cock head
around her lips wanting her to suck on it again. Suddenly she knew what
he wanted from her and it was easy for her to say because it was true.
"Fuck me with that big cock. Your black cock is so superior to my
husband's pathetic little dick. Aaaahh" Lamar had slammed his cock back
in and started pounding her pussy. "That's it baby, thats what I want
big black cock....mmph." Tyrone had finally grown too impatient and
shoved his cock back into her mouth as she spoke.
Lamar was pumping her so fast, his big balls were slapping her thighs,
stinging her a little. Each thrust of his cock pushed her into Tyrone's.
His prick slipped deeper into her throat until Brittney Skye Mandingo forcing just a little more inside her. Willie was now fucking
her with half his cock and she came again from the strangeness of it.
"Listen Karen, Bernie might never get over his limp dick problem." This
may be your last chance to feel a hard cock for some time. You deserve
to experience more then he can give you."
"Alright, just a little more," she said panting as his cock pushed into
virgin territory.
"God you're tight," groaned Willie pushing about nine inches in. "It's
like you've never been fucked before."
"I've never been fucked before. Not like this."
"You like my cock don't you?"
"I love it. I love your big cock."
"Only black cocks get this big, bitch."
"I love your big black cock Willie," she groaned her belly undulating
down towards her pussy as she came again. "Fuck me with your big black
cock. Oh god, I'm cumming...Ahhh."
Willie pushed her legs back towards her head, sat up on his knees a
little, pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was in her
pussy, and then he thrust forward.
Karen thrashed in pain as she took his entire cock. He maintained a
tight grip on her ankles while she struggled until she calmed down after
a couple minutes. She just stared down at their crotches in disbelief
that she had taken it all.
When he felt her pussy relax, Willie slowly pulled his cock out and
pushed it back in several times until she moaned and he increased his
speed. She began pushing into him to meet his thrusts and Willie started
fucking her hard. Karen started screaming each time he buried it, she
was cumming every fifth stroke.
Suddenly, the orgasms quit cumming as Willie's cock began to grow. It
felt like a damn had blocked the flow, the pressure building up as he
continued rapidly fucking her. He was sweating and his rhythym was
starting to suffer as his orgasm approached.
"Cum in my pussy," she begged, not knowing what had come over her, but
desperately needing to cum one last time. "Give me a baby, I want a real
man's baby. Fill me with your seed."
Her words seemed to suck the cum right out of Willie's balls. He
bellowed as his sperm shot up his cock and sprayed her womb. She
shuddered as the damn broke and a giant orgasm took possession of her
body. Willie held his cock buried in her pussy as he blew four more wads
of cum, bombarding her eggs with millions of sperm.
********************
As the sun came up, Karen was wincing and her face was pale as Willie
pushed about seven inches of cock into her ass. She had never felt such
an intense pain before, but at the same time she was satisfied now that
Willie had taken possession of her entire body. She was loving it by the
time he came, filling her ass hole with sperm.
Just when he finished, they heard Bernie stumbling around upstairs and
she grabbed her robe, sperm squishing out of her ass as she ran to the
bathroom.
********************
Bernie watched his wife cook a big breakfast and set it in front of
Willie before setting a cold bowl of cereal in front of him. She looked
a sight, like she hadn't slept all night, and she was walking kind of
bow legged like she had a cramp. He figured she was coming down with a
cold because her voice was hoarse. He was thankful Wilie had stayed over
or he surely would be catching hell right now.
"Aren't you going to have anything?" he asked when his wife sat down,
wincing as if it hurt her. 'Woman problems,' he thought.
"I already ate," she said thinking about the second time Willie had
filled her belly with sperm just before fucking her doggy style across
her rug. Even after that, he was still hard and she agreed to give him
her ass as everything else was just too sore.
Karen handed the two men brown bags for lunch and they left for work.
Around noon, Willie opened his bag and found a note. It read:
"Willie, if you want, feel free to get him drunk tonight.
The End 
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penis.
Tracy felt her nipples scraping against her sweatshirt. They were hard
as a rock and her panties were getting wet. By the time they crossed the
Holland tunnel and into the city, she was squirming in her seat and
thankful that they were close to their destination. She killed time by
channelling her erotic feelings into descriptions for future books.
They traveled along the docks of New York until the limo pulled up at a
rather decrepit looking old warehouse. "Here we are, Tracy," said
Latrell as the limo driver opened his door.
"This is it?" she asked.
"It doesn't look like much on the outside, but that applies to most of
the older buildings in the city." Tracy followed him along the side of
the warehouse to a door and waited while he unlocked it. "Sorry it looks
so desolate, but we are in the middle of remodeling. Thats why no one is
here except for my team."
Tracy passed several rooms that looked like movie sets. Many of the
rooms just had beds, and a few had hot tubs. Some had more elaborate
sets, like jungles, beach scenes, etc. She finally saw some more people
when she entered a large room with photography equipment set up. The
walls were painted wth a desert scene, cactuses, tumbleweeds, and one
wall had an old west town's mainstreet done in perspective. Two young
girls stood by a make-up chair. "This is Carla and Suzie. Girls this is
Lacy Lovelorn," introduced Latrell.
"I'm a huge fan," said Suzie shaking her hand vigorously. Suzie was a
pretty young bonde.
"Nice to meet you," said Carla. She was an attractive Latino girl with a
big bubble butt.
"Girls take care of Mrs Lovelorn for scene one. I'll be back in an
hour." Latrell watched the two girls skillfully sit Tracy in a chair and
began piling her hair up.
Latrell left the room and walked down the hall to Tyrone's office.
Tyrone's secretary wasn't at her desk, which meant she was kneeling
before him giving her special dick-tation. Latrell let himself inside
his boss's office. Sure enough the haggard-looking blonde was swallowing
maybe her thousandth load of cum from their insatiable boss. Tyrone was
pouring over the blueprints for the remodeled building. "You can do me
next," said Latrell sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. Carol
didn't even bother standing. She crawled over to Latrell and fished his
huge cock out of his pants before starting on him. As a female employee
of E&I, she was required to service the men on demand.
"I take it our guest has arrived," stated Tyrone. He was reluctant to
take his eyes off the blueprints. He had talked Solomon into modernizing
the building. E&I Modeling wasn't just a front for the porn industry
anymore. They were getting legitimate contracts, mostly cheesecake shots
for calendars and car magazines. They were getting semi-famous models
like Jessica Devereux. Plus, they had agents at the Miss Teen Usa
pageants and legitimate modeling agencies in the city all providing a
steady supply of fresh young faces for the insatiable subscribers to the
E&I interracial/voyuer websites.
The new building, would have a reception area, interview rooms, complete
with casting couches, modern sets, costume design rooms, and water
coolers laced with Xcite. He
couldn't wait. Tyrone put the plans down and clicked his computor to the
video-feed from the set. "That's one hot little bitch," he said watching
the two girls doing Tracy's make-up. "I love red-heads. Seeing my black
cock going into their pale white bodies really gets me off." Tyrone sent
off an instant message to one of the controllers who would send out an
alert to subscribers to check out the new girl on voyeurcam.com. "It
looks like they're finishing up."
"Better get back then," grunted Latrell as Carol was busy swallowing his
load. "That woman on the screen is gonna do more to make white woman go
black then all of our magazines and websites combined."
******************
"Latrell's ready, Lacy," called Suzie knocking on the door to the
dressing room.
Tracy was admiring herself in the mirror. She opened the door, finding
it difficult to get the big hoop skirt through the jam. Latrell whistled
when he saw her, which made her feel warm again. She was dressed as an
old west saloon girl, hair piled on her head with stockings and heels.
"Lets do it," said Latrell.
Tracy spent the next hour Blacks On Blondes breathed through her nose as three-quarters of
Willie's cock slid in and out of her throat. He increased his pace,
fucking her face for what what seemed like an hour before she noticed it
swelling. Karen paniced, struggling as she thought his monster cock
would choke her to death or rip through her throat. Willie held her head
down over his cock, stroking her hair with his other free hand to calm
her. She relaxed, just as the cock jerked in her throat and she felt it
pumping sperm into her belly.
Still cumming, Willie slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was
in her mouth, which quickly filled with sperm until she had to swallow
to make room for the next wad. She was surprised at how hot his cum was
and that it didn't taste bad at all. In fact, she was filled with an
overwhelming desire to suck every drop out of his cock.
Willie yanked his cock out of her mouth entirely and held it pointed at
her face. She was awed by how hard and rampant he was before another
large wad shot out leaving a strand of his cum from her forehead to her
chin. Another wad splattered on her face before he pushed his cock down
and shot another strand of sperm across her breasts. Willie let go of
his cock and Karen grabbed it taking the head back into her mouth,
stroking forwards with her hand, milking it until the last drop of sperm
had slid down her throat.
"Go clean up," said Willie pulling her to her feet.
Karen nodded, her throat to sore to speak, and went into the downstairs
bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror at the sperm slowly
dripping down her face and breasts. The sperm covering her body was more
then her husband had cum their entire marriage and Willie had already
shot three larger loads down her throat.
She slid her finger across her face, pushing his sperm into her mouth
and found herself scooping up more from her body and putting it in her
mouth, licking her fingers clean afterwards.
Karen ran the hot water, after wiping herself clean. The steam seemed to
clear her head and she felt a touch of guilt for betraying her husband
and shame for what she had done. The way her body had reacted to his
presence disgusted her and she blamed the unusual amount of arousal she
had been experiencing the last week or so. She also blamed Bernie and
that limp little dick of his. In fact, the more she thought of it, the
more she realized this was all Bernie's fault.
Her head finally clear, Karen took a dab of toothpaste and cleaned the
last lingering taste of sperm out of her mouth, determined that this
would never happen again. She decided to sneak past Willie and head
straight up to her bedroom. She was almost to the stairs when she felt
Willie's strong arm wrap around her waist and he picked her up, carrying
her over to the couch.
"Where you think you're going," he said standing over her. His cock was
limper, but still erect and at least nine inches long. She stared at it,
it seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her.
"I thought we were done," she whispered holding her throat as it was
still sore.
"Not until I return the favor," he said kneeling on the floor between
her legs. Karen was at first afraid he was going to try to fuck her, but
Willie just bent over and began kissing her breasts. One large black
hand squeezed one breast, its fingers twirling her long nipple while he
took her other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. She moaned as
her neglected body quickly began to respond to his touch.
Just when her nipples turned so sensitive, she couldn't take anymore, he
began kissing down her belly. He placed both hands on her breasts as he
kissed down, his tongue slipping into her navel. Willie kissed down past
her navel and over the slight, sexy bulge on her lower belly. Karen
finally realized what he meant by 'returning the favor.' Bernie had
never expressed an interest in doing this, nor had she asked as