Interracial Sex Gangbang She took his throbbing manhood in her hands. Her bosom heaved as the
cowboy spoke, "Your beauty caused that." The muscular cowboy picked her
up in his strong arms, his lips approaching hers...
Tracy quit typing and saved her new novel, her fifteenth in four years.
The young woman was taking the romance world by storm, writing under the
pseudonym Lacy Lovelorn. Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle sighed as the
familiar warmth spread through her body. Getting to the sex scenes in
her books always got her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, her
husband was often away on business and couldn't take care of her
cravings, but then when he was here, he didn't take care of her cravings
either. Making love hadn't lived up to the descriptions in the romance
novels she had gotten hooked on as a teenager. She hadn't even seen an
erection on her husband in a month and her writing had her more aroused
then usual, since spring it seemed as if she were constantly horny.
Tracy Hardcastle sighed and left her den to take a shower. She had to do
some publicity photos for her new bosses. The little publisher she wrote
for had been bought out and absorbed by E&I Publishing. They wanted her
to do some layouts to be used in magazine articles and promotional
material. Tracy enjoyed modeling and when dressed as her alter-ego, Lacy
Lovelorn, artists had often used her as the model for the women on the
covers of her books, they just changed her hair color to match her
characters.
Tracy had the long flowing hair and heaving bosom of her heroines. Her
hair was more reddish, then blonde and fell to curl around her nipples.
Her skin was the beautiful, pale white of most red-heads, mostly
unblemished, with just a few faint freckles around her cheeks that gave
her an innocent appearance. She had a models thin waist and flat
stomach, but her breasts and rear-end were plumper then most models. Her
breasts were large and full, but were quite firm, high up on her chest,
giving her impressive cleavage when dressed in the bodice of a romance
heroine.
None of that was apparent as Tracy waited for her ride. She was dressed
in baggy sweats, with her hair up in a pony tail and no make-up on.
Dressed like this, men would only give her a passing glance, before the
stylists at the photo shoot transformed her into a goddess.
The doorbell rang and Tracy answered it, finding herself staring into a
broad muscular chest as wide as her doorway. She looked up in surprise
into a handsome black face grinning down at her. "Mrs Lovelorn, I'm
Latrell head photographer of E&I modeling. I'll be taking your pictures
this afternoon."
Tracy felt her pulse quicken and her skin began to flush. She felt warm
and it turned warmer as she shook his hand, her little white hand
disappearing completely in his massive black one. "Nice to meet you,"
she said. This man had an aura about him. Not only was he huge, around
6'7", his very presence was overwhelmingly masculine. She usually found
New York photographers to be weird little men, often gay, with delusions
of their own grandeur, but this man looked like a linebacker.
"Shall we go?" he asked holding out his arm.
Tracy took his arm and followed him out to a big, black limo. Another
black man, as big as Latrell got out and opened the door for them.
Tracy got in back beside Latrell and they were off. "May I offer you a
drink, Mrs Lovelorn?" he asked.
"Just a soda, please, and call me Tracy." It was too early for booze and
Tracy liked to have a clear head when working. She stared around the
interior of the limo, her brow furrowing when her gaze fell on Latrell's
slacks. They were tented out so that it looked like a big banana was
inside his crotch. She was so surprised by the strange bulge, she didn't
notice that there was already a small amount of clear fluid in the
bottom of her Coke glass, as he poured a can in. She took the glass and
sipped it.
Tracy stared out the window at the skyline as they approached the city.
She had seen it hundreds of times, so mostly she was staring to keep her
eyes off Latrell. She was surprised to find herself attracted to the
black giant. She was uncomfortably aware of his presence in the tiny cab
of the limo. He seemed to exude masculinity like a character from one of
her books. She glanced at his handsome face, then down to the expensive
suit that must cover an incredibly well-muscled torso, and finally down
to Interracial Sex Gangbang starting to make little
thrusts, like he was imagining she was sucking on it. She was thankful
for the mask. Angry and disgusted, she shoved him out the door.
The next patient was an old white man with a penis even more laughable
then her husbands. She guessed it was as big as her thumb as she peeked
through a hole in his underwear.
As she neared the end of her examinations, Katherine noticed a pattern
had developed. She had examined six white men and four black men so far.
The white men's penis's ranged from four to six inches and only got
semi-erect. None of the black men had a penis under seven inches and to
the man they were all fatter and harder then the whites. She remembered
hearing a rumor that black men were bigger then whites, but had shrugged
it off as nonsense. She found herself anticipating seeing how big the
next black penis was.
Katherine's mood was getting worse as the day wore on. She was sick of
looking and smelling all these homeless men. She was also feeling
cheated. All but one of the men had a penis bigger then her husband's
and with the black men, all it had taken was one look or touch to make
theirs become hard as a rock. She had everything she could ever want,
but was stuck with a husband with a limp little five inch noodle for a
penis. Life just wasn't fair.
Katherine sighed and got out the next form. The next to the last
homeless man entered and without looking up she said, "Name?"
"Big D."
"Real name?" she said looking up at him. Katherine did a double take
when she saw the man. He was a handsome black man in his late teens. She
could see a well defined chest beneath his tight tee shirt. He was the
first black man she had examined who actually wore underwear and it
looked like they were about to rip apart from the size of the penis they
were imprisoning.
"Dunnell Jackson," he answered admiring her well developed body
straining against her white doctor's coat. She had her long brown hair
up conservatively and was wearing glasses on the edge of her nose. Big D
guessed she was the type of woman who was ashamed of her body and
resented all the male attention it got her. There was usually a slut
lurking somewhere underneath the conservative facade of women like
this, just waiting to be unleashed.
Katherine filled out the rest of her form and said. "Please remove your
shirt for me."
She watched him slowly pull his tee shirt off over his head revealing an
extremely well chiselled chest. He certainly looked healthy from the
front, she thought. She turned him around and had him touch his toes.
Katherine felt a chill run up her spine as she ran her hand down his
muscled back and over his spine.
"Please remove your underwear," she told him.
Katherine sat in her examination chair and watched as he slid his
underwear off. His ass cheeks were as hard as the rest of his body and
when he turned around she gasped at the sight of his penis. It was the
biggest one she had seen yet and soft it dangled down seven inches.
Katherine reached out for his testicles, but found his penis was so long
and thick that it blocked her access. She gulped and reached out her
other hand to lift his penis out of the way. At her touch the monster
penis immediately turned fully erect and like all the other black men,
it hung straight out, pointing right at her mouth. "T-turn your head and
cough," she stuttered out while staring at his monster penis.
"Ten inches, if your wondering," said Dunnell after coughing.
Now she knew why they called him Big D, she thought, still staring at
the thick black sausage sized penis less then a foot from her mouth.
Katherine shook her head to clear it and said, "I don't care how big
your penis is."
"Why you so bitchy?" he asked looking her over.
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but I just had my pool man and
lawn man quit on me. Not to mention the fact that Tuesdays my only day
off and I have to spend it doing charity work instead of laying out by
the pool. I'm not having a good day. You can get dressed and go."
Katherine finished Dunnell's paperwork. She felt an itch on her head and
removed her rubber glove to itch it.
Katherine had trouble concentrating on her paperwork as she kept
thinking of Big D's perfect nude body standing before her like some kind
of ebony god. She knew she'd never cheat on her husband, especially with
a black man, but she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to
make love to a penis that big. She was thirty-two and nearing her sexual
peak. Katherine was ashamed to realize, she was a little Xxx Black Dick Craving Black Cock Only a men's mag will use the sexy ones and what men's mag is
gonna run a story about a romance writer?"
Tracy had thought about getting some sexy pictures done for her husband
to rekindle his fires, but hadn't been brave enough to go through with
it. "I'll want to approve them before you send them off and I'd like
copies."
"No problem."
"But like I said, it's too small and quite revealing."
"I understand what your saying. I'll send Suzie in."
Tracy went back inside the the dressing room feeling her restrained
breasts bounce with every step. She sat down again and admired herself.
The girls had done her hair to make her look like a vixen and with the
bikini she looked like an adult film star. The crotch was still soaked
and she could feel her clit throbbing with desire. What the hell was
wrong with her? She was practically climbing the walls with horniness.
Suzie came in with something. She kneeled by Tracy and plugged it in.
"What are you doing?" asked Tracy. "Where's the new bikini?"
Suzie tested the razor. "There isn't one. That bikini is sized to fit
you and it looks great on you."
"It's obscene."
"That's why I'm here." Suzie sprayed some shaving cream in her hand and
applied it to Tracy's crotch as she pulled the woman's bikini asside.
"Stop, you can't shave me. What will my husband think? Ooooh" The girl
had already applied the razor to the exposed hair and the vibrations
felt incredible.
"He'll love it and I'm only gonna shave the sides so that it doesn't
stick out. Your red-blonde color is too unique to shave off completely."
Tracy watched, breathing heavy as her hairy bush was transformed into a
thin strip of hair. The vibrations were driving her mad and Suzie seemed
to be taking her time running the razor along the sensitive nub at the
bottom. Tracy gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white. "Aaagh,"
she cried as she came. Her fluids coated Suzie's hand. "Oh my god, I'm
sorry." Tracy was red from head to toe with embarrassment.
"It happens, it's nothing. Now go get'em."
Tracy looked around for a robe or anything, but there was none. She
turned to leave, exiting the room as Suzie looked in the mirror and
brought her hand up to her mouth. She looked directly in the camera and
licked off Tracy's cum.
Tracy walked right out into the chest of another large black man, just
as big and masculine as Latrell and Lamar only this man was ugly, with
big lips and a flat nose. "Mrs Lovelace, I'm Tyrone Jones, head of E&I
modeling."
"Tracy, and it's nice to meet you." Her nipples throbbed under his gaze.
Her whole body felt warm. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and she
was standing before him practically naked. She was surprised to find she
liked exposing herself to the admiring gazes of men.
"Alright people, we're moving to the beach scene," yelled Latrell.
She posed for some shots before a fake beach background, standing,
kneeling, and laying in the sand. Tyrone watched her from beside
Latrell, his intense gaze never leaving her.
"Ok, Lamar start walking up the beach," called Latrell.
Tracy shivered. She had thought she was done with Lamar and now the
arrogant bastard would see her practically naked and the thought made
her shiver again. She looked over her shoulder. Lamar was wearing a
speedo as tight and small as her bikini. He looked like an ebony god
walking towards her.
"Here's the theme," said Latrell. "Tracy your a pretty young tourist who
found true happiness in the arms of a black islander while vacationing
in the Carribean. Got it? Suzie, Carla, get some water on them."
The two girls threw buckets of water on Tracy and Lamar. Tracy jumped as
the cold water shocked her. Her already hard nipples, strained her
bikini top even more as they puffed up even bigger. She looked down her
body in horror as the water soaked into the already sheer bikini causing
it to become practically invisible.
"Lamar, take her in your arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss."
Tracy gulped as Lamar, his body glistening under the light, looked down
at her and took her in his ams. It was just like a scene from one of her
novels. His lips met hers and she felt his tongue pushing against her
lips. She held them tight until Latrell yelled, "Make it look more
real." Lamar pushed his way into her mouth and she relented, their
tongues teasing each other. It didn't get any more real then this.
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Suck A Black Dick each with the others. Where had the time
gone? She was relieved and a little upset to see that the men were
starting to get dressed.
"Well Doc," said Dunnell, pulling on his shirt, "Me and Horse here lost
our construction jobs and got evicted on the same day." Both he and
Horse were keeping their cocks out until the last possible minute. This
sexy white bitch needed to get fucked so bad, he could swear he could
smell her pussy juices flowing. "Yeah, me and Horse built houses and did
a lot of yard work before getting laid off." He winked at Horse's look
of surprise, they had never done any yard work.
Katherine sighed when their cocks disappeared into their jeans. She
couldn't remember ever being this horny and thought that even if she
could get her husband's penis erect it wouldn't satisfy her. Katherine
grabbed her things and said "Well, I wish you two luck.. Did you say
that you did yard work?
"Yes, we did a lot of yard work."
Katherine knew it was dangerous to give out private information, but she
really needed her yard taken care of. "Would you guys be willing to take
care of my yard until I can find someone to do it full time? My husband
won't do it."
"Sure that would be great," said Dunnell. "That could sure help us get
on our feet."
"Good," said Katherine writing out her address on a slip of paper and
giving it to Dunnell. "Show up in the morning next Wednesday and I will
leave the shed unlocked for you."
"We'll be there bright and early," said Dunnell.
"Just be sure you do a good job and I will see your well compensated,"
said Katherine grabbing her car keys and heading towards the exit.
"Lady," said Horse, a blank expression on his face, "once we mow your
lawn you won't want anyone else to do it."
Katherine nodded at them and left.
"I wants to fuck her," said Horse watching her leave.
Dunnell had heard those words before, he knew what was required of him.
"Just follow my lead."
Katherine got in her bmw and headed home. She had a habit of biting her
fingernails when deep in thought and was biting them as she drove off.
One problem was solved with the two black men, but where was she going
to find a pool guy? She tasted something on her finger and her tongue
flicked out lapping some up. It was kind of salty and she licked out,
lapping up the rest, enjoying the taste. Confused, she took her hand out
of her house and looked at it. Bile rose in her throat as she saw that
Horse's pre-cum covered her fingers. She barely avoided getting in an
accident as she sped towards the nearest store to buy some mouthwash.
* * *
Katherine sighed as she put her drink down beside the pool and sat down
on the cot. She stretched sensuously and laid down on her back. She
reached down and took a sip of her margarita (her third of the day)
enjoying her one day of relaxation.
Tuesday was the only day of the week she didn't hate. Six days were
spent at the hospital and seven nights were spent with her poor excuse
of a husband, but on Tuesday she was able to drink her troubles away and
relax by the pool in a bikini that barely covered her voluptuous figure.
She had lost her free day last week when she had given the exams to the
homeless men at the shelter. Not only was she upset over missing out on
her tanning, but she was ashamed that the exams had such an effect on
her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw long black penises pointing
at her mouth. At night she dreamt of them, not just Horse's and
Dunnell's, but the toothless old man with Jumbo and all the others.
It was happening now. She closed her eyes feeling the sun warming her
skin and immediately imagined Horse and Dunnell were standing before her
completely nude again. She was wearing her bikini in the shelter and the
doctor's mask protected her from their giant penises. She was stroking
Horse's massive black rod and his pre-cum was oozing out all over her
hands. She wanted to taste it again and leaning forward, she parted her
lips....
Katherine awoke just like she always did before doing anything wrong in
her dreams. She opened her eyes and saw Horse and Big D standing above
her, their eyes greedily roaming over her body. She shook her head to
clear it and when she opened her eyes again, they were still there.
"Well doc," said Dunnell, "that must have been some dream you were
having." He ran his eyes over the thin material of her white bikini. Her
nipples were clearly visible through the top, long, fat and erect with
desire. Her legs were parted and he could see that her panties were
soaked from Kacey Interracial Gangbang First Big Black Dick posing before the desert scenes on the wall.
One pose had her holding her skirt up and kicking the can-can while
Latrell snapped away. "These are great," he said. "You'd be a first
class model if you ever gave up writing. Now lets bring in the male
model."
"What? No one said anything abut there being a male model," she said
surprised.
"Come on in Lamar," yelled Latrell. "Yeah, we're doing some solo's of
you and then some romance shots with Lamar, just like the covers of your
books. We're doing several scenes to submit to different magazines. Ah,
here's Lamar now."
Tracy turned to look at the model. It wasn't what she expected. Lamar
wasn't a skinny pretty boy like most models. He was a hulking brute,
bigger then Latrell or any other man she had seen. He was dressed in
tight leather pants with holstered pistols, an open vest covered a bare
chest rippling with muscles, he wore a cowboy hat over long kinky hair
and he was the blackest man she had ever seen.
"What do you think?" asked Latrell.
"He's certainly good-looking, but he's black."
"So am I, you got something against black men?"
"No, not at all," she stammered out flustered. "It's just the character
in my book is white."
"That don't matter. We ain't using this for the cover, that's for the
artist. These are just promo shots."
"Well I guess it's ok then."
"Lamar Jefferson," said the black giant towering over her when he joined
them."
"Tracy Hardcastle." He was certainly handsome, like a black Fabio with a
chiseled jaw and long curly hair that fell down his back.
"Lets get to work," said Latrell. "I'm switching to black and white, so
it'll look like those old time photo pictures." Latrell posed them. Her
sitting, with Lamar holding a rifle standing behind her, Lamar sitting
at the table with a poker hand while she stood over him, and one of her
dancing n the table as he sat with his boots up. "These are great. Now I
want to do some romance-cover shots. Tracy go up to him and put your
hand on his chest."
Tracy did, a shiver coursing through her body as her little hand touched
his rock-hard chest. He placed his hand in the small of her back and
stared into her eyes as Latrell took some pictures. Tracy got lost in
his piercing dark eyes. She never lost eye contact as he bent her
backwords, leaning over her. She was barely aware of him undoing the top
buttons of her dress and folding the flaps back so it looked like she
had the ripped bodice common to thousands of romance novels. His eyes
were hypnotic, promising endless nights of passionate love-making.
"...Tracy, Tracy." It was Latrell talking. She broke eye contact.
"Tracy, it's time to take off your dress."
"What?" she snapped out of her trance.
"Your wearing the knickers aren't you?" the photograher asked. She
nodded. "I want some sexier pictures. It's not like knickers show off a
lot. Let your dress fall to the floor."
"I'll help you," said Lamar. His skillful hands were already unlacing
her dress before he had finished and soon she was wearing her
old-fashioned white underwear as she stepped out of the hoop skirt.
"Lamar, take off your shirt, but leave the hat and guns on. Girls, get
Tracy a glass of water she looks flushed."
*****************
"I've read all your books Mrs Lovelace," said Suzie as she removed
Tracy's pirate costume.
"Call me Tracy," she mumbled still in a daze.
The day had been a blur. They had done many scenes over the
last few hours. Lamar had taken her
passionately in his arms, her body rubbing his bare chest as Latrell
took the pictures. Several poses had been odd, but she liked them.
Latrell had taken many of her kneeling at Lamar's feet, one of her
looking up at him adoringly with her arm wrapped around his thigh, and
other submissinve poses. It was in one of these that she had first seen
the outline of his penis. It bulged out his leather pants, the tip
nearly touching his knee, longer even and bigger then Latrell's bulge.
At first she hadn't believed it, but then it moved under his pants an
she had gasped in amazement. After that, she had switched to a princess
costume and posed alone and then it was as pirates with a bare chested
Lamar again.
It was as pirates that she decided she didn't like Lamar though she was
somewhat in awe of him. She was kneeling like a captured wench when she
noticed his penis had swelled up. Latrell noticed too. "Tracy, I need
you 
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kneel before him, but the feelings frightened her and she remained
standing.
Dunnell grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the pool. Horse
splashed her and she splashed back. Soon the three of them were acting
like a couple of children playing in the water. Katherine knew it was
wrong to be playing around in a pool with two naked black men almost
half her age, but she was actually having fun and it made her feel young
again. She was grateful that she had a private yard without any snoopy
neighbors nearby.
"You have a beautiful body Kat," said Dunnell after they had paused to
rest.
"Well thanks I guess," she said gasping for air and watching Horse swim
around behind her. "And it's Katherine not Kat."
"Fine," he said. "You know it's not fair that you get to wear clothes
while we're naked."
"Well you'll just have to find some bathing suits cause I'm not
stripping," she said laughing. She paused wondering, how long had it
been since she had laughed?
"Well could you at least stand up, so I can get a good look at that hot
body of yours?" he asked. "I think you like showing off your body."
Katherine smiled as she sat in the shallow water. She did like showing
these men her body and figuring what's the harm, so she stood up before
Big D. Water cascaded off her body as she watched him ogle her again.
"Well do you like?"
"Yeah, I like" he said. "You've got to be the hottest white bitch I've
ever seen. Turn around so that I can see your ass."
Katherine turned, hearing Dunnell whistle. Horse was standing before her
with no expression on his face except for the nostrils flaring on his
flat nose. He was usually quiet and she thought he might be a little
slow or something. He was an imposing, scary figure with a his thirteen
inch cock jutting out before him. Once again she felt an urge to fall to
her knees and she quickly turned around again.
When she faced him again Dunnell immediately said, "Put your hands on
your hips." He got a smug grin on his face when she quickly obeyed him.
He had yet to meet a woman who didn't like being ordered around by him,
especially after seeing his cock.
Katherine breathed heavily as Dunnell put her through a series of poses
accentuating her figure. She was so used to bossing her husband and the
hospital staff around that it felt good to be told what to do for a
change. It felt natural to obey Dunnell's orders and besides she liked
showing off her body. What harm could it do?
"Now place your arms over your head and arch your back," Dunnell
ordered.
Katherine thrust out her breasts and put her arms over her head. She
screamed in surprise
when Horse's beefy hand clamped over her wrists holding them together.
Never had she felt such strength in her life and he pulled her back into
his chest. "Stop," she cried. "What do you think your doing." She felt
Horse's free hand undoing her bikini top and pleaded, "Dunnell please
help me."
Dunnell swam towards the struggling woman. She was kicking out her legs
and he grabbed them. She looked at him in horror when he yanked off her
thong. She tried to kick and scream but he and Horse effortlessly held
her.
Dunnell pulled on her legs until her body was stretched between him and
Horse floating on the water.
Katherine was scared as she writhed around, completely restrained by
their strong hands. Horse reached around with his free hand and roughly
grabbed her right breast and tweaked the nipple.
"You ever seen a better body then this?" Dunnell asked while running his
free hand over her flat stomach and up over the firm, large mound of her
left breast. Horse didn't answer intent on playing with her fat right
nipple.
"Let me go you ass-holes," screamed Katherine still struggling. She was
frightened of the men and especially of her reactions to their handling
of her body. It had been so long since anyone had paid any attention to
her that her body was starting to respond to their touches. "Please let
me go," she cried again.
Dunnell looked at Horse and they let go, dropping her in the water. He
grabbed her bikini and wadded it up into a ball, tossing it far off into
her yard.
Katherine stood up, spitting water out of her mouth. She wiped her eyes
in time to see her bikini go flying through the air. She was caught
between staying in the pool where she was half covered by the water or
running across the yard naked. She didn't know what they would do to her
if she stayed with them in the water.
Katherine made up her mind fast and lunged for the side of the pool. It
was futile because Mandingo Website her lips were kissing his
pubes.
Tracy remained like that for close to a half hour, cumming constantly.
Just when she thought she couldn't cum anymore, his cock exploded in her
pussy, waves of sperm striking deep into her womb giving her a
mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel his swollen cock-head sending jet
after jet inside her, his thick cock acting like a cork keeping his
sperm deep inside.
Lamar pulled out, his sperm flowing out behind it. She immediately
missed his cock but another set of hands replaced his on her ass cheeks.
She couldn't look back with Tyrone busy fucking her mouth, but she
assumed it was Latrell. She couldn't see him, just Suzie on her left
filming the blowjob with a video camera and Carla had walked behind her
with another camera earlier.
Another long, thick shaft rested between her ass cheeks, moving down,
but it stopped before it reached her pussy. Instead, she felt pressure
against her anus as he pressed down on it. Tracy's eyes widened with
fear at the thought of getting ass-fucked. Her sphincter opened slowly
stretching wide around the probing cock-head. She opened her mouth, her
scream muffled by Tyrone's cock, just as it filled her mouth with sperm.
Tracy gulped wildly, but lost control from the pain in her ass. Sperm
sprayed her face, hair, dribbled down her chin and she still swallowed
what felt like a glass full. By the time he was done cumming, the pain
in her behind was fading.
Tracy looked behind her as Tyrone moved out of her way. It was indeed
Latrell slowly fucking her ass with another huge cock. He had
thoughtfully coated his shaft with lubricant and it helped make it easy
on her. It didn't take long for her to start pushing back into his
thrusting cock. "Fuck my ass with that black cock," she growled.
Amazingly enough, Lamar was walking over to her stroking his cock to
full erection again. He kneeled in front of her, her eyes crossing as
she stared down his monster shaft. It did appear to be fourteen inches
and she couldn't imagine how she and taken the whole thing.
"Your wimp husband ever fuck that sweet ass?" he asked.
"No," she replied kissing his cock-head. "I've never taken him in my
mouth either."
"What a pussy he is. Thank me for teaching you about black cock."
"Thank you for teaching me about..." It was the last thing she said that
day as Lamar pushed his cock into her mouth.
The last thing Tracy remembered was Suzie crawling between her legs and
licking her clean. Carla kissed and licked around her face trying to get
any drop of sperm the black men had left on her, but by then Tracy was
to tired and sore to feel them or to be disgusted by what they were
doing.
The girls helped her shower and dress, promising her that they would get
Latrell to destroy the film of her having sex, then the limo took her
home. The muscular black driver demanded a blow job from her and she
complied. She was worn out, her belly still full of sperm, but she
enthusiastically sucked on his huge shaft. She was filled with a desire
to service these men that made her ignore her own soreness and other
needs.
*******************
Tracy clamped her lips down around the spasming black cock of her new
publisher. She had re-read her book and decided it was complete crap, as
were all her books. She had written them before she knew anything about
real sex. She erased "throbbing manhood" and replaced it with "massive,
rampant cock". It still didn't ring truthfull, so she made the cowboy
black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made
him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting
a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing
down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his
trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick."
Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down
early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers
with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly
young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking
them."
"You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his
pants as he stood up.
He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also
research your stories as much as you can."
"I am sir," she said smiling as she unbuttoned his pants.
The End 
Black Dick Riders starting to make little
thrusts, like he was imagining she was sucking on it. She was thankful
for the mask. Angry and disgusted, she shoved him out the door.
The next patient was an old white man with a penis even more laughable
then her husbands. She guessed it was as big as her thumb as she peeked
through a hole in his underwear.
As she neared the end of her examinations, Katherine noticed a pattern
had developed. She had examined six white men and four black men so far.
The white men's penis's ranged from four to six inches and only got
semi-erect. None of the black men had a penis under seven inches and to
the man they were all fatter and harder then the whites. She remembered
hearing a rumor that black men were bigger then whites, but had shrugged
it off as nonsense. She found herself anticipating seeing how big the
next black penis was.
Katherine's mood was getting worse as the day wore on. She was sick of
looking and smelling all these homeless men. She was also feeling
cheated. All but one of the men had a penis bigger then her husband's
and with the black men, all it had taken was one look or touch to make
theirs become hard as a rock. She had everything she could ever want,
but was stuck with a husband with a limp little five inch noodle for a
penis. Life just wasn't fair.
Katherine sighed and got out the next form. The next to the last
homeless man entered and without looking up she said, "Name?"
"Big D."
"Real name?" she said looking up at him. Katherine did a double take
when she saw the man. He was a handsome black man in his late teens. She
could see a well defined chest beneath his tight tee shirt. He was the
first black man she had examined who actually wore underwear and it
looked like they were about to rip apart from the size of the penis they
were imprisoning.
"Dunnell Jackson," he answered admiring her well developed body
straining against her white doctor's coat. She had her long brown hair
up conservatively and was wearing glasses on the edge of her nose. Big D
guessed she was the type of woman who was ashamed of her body and
resented all the male attention it got her. There was usually a slut
lurking somewhere underneath the conservative facade of women like
this, just waiting to be unleashed.
Katherine filled out the rest of her form and said. "Please remove your
shirt for me."
She watched him slowly pull his tee shirt off over his head revealing an
extremely well chiselled chest. He certainly looked healthy from the
front, she thought. She turned him around and had him touch his toes.
Katherine felt a chill run up her spine as she ran her hand down his
muscled back and over his spine.
"Please remove your underwear," she told him.
Katherine sat in her examination chair and watched as he slid his
underwear off. His ass cheeks were as hard as the rest of his body and
when he turned around she gasped at the sight of his penis. It was the
biggest one she had seen yet and soft it dangled down seven inches.
Katherine reached out for his testicles, but found his penis was so long
and thick that it blocked her access. She gulped and reached out her
other hand to lift his penis out of the way. At her touch the monster
penis immediately turned fully erect and like all the other black men,
it hung straight out, pointing right at her mouth. "T-turn your head and
cough," she stuttered out while staring at his monster penis.
"Ten inches, if your wondering," said Dunnell after coughing.
Now she knew why they called him Big D, she thought, still staring at
the thick black sausage sized penis less then a foot from her mouth.
Katherine shook her head to clear it and said, "I don't care how big
your penis is."
"Why you so bitchy?" he asked looking her over.
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but I just had my pool man and
lawn man quit on me. Not to mention the fact that Tuesdays my only day
off and I have to spend it doing charity work instead of laying out by
the pool. I'm not having a good day. You can get dressed and go."
Katherine finished Dunnell's paperwork. She felt an itch on her head and
removed her rubber glove to itch it.
Katherine had trouble concentrating on her paperwork as she kept
thinking of Big D's perfect nude body standing before her like some kind
of ebony god. She knew she'd never cheat on her husband, especially with
a black man, but she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to
make love to a penis that big. She was thirty-two and nearing her sexual
peak. Katherine was ashamed to realize, she was a little Interracial Sex Gangbang Tracy," said Latrell taking a closeup of her face liplocked
with Lamar's. "We're almost through. Why don't you kiss down his chest."
Tracy did as she was told facing the camera as she kissed his had torso.
"Keep going down." She moved lower, kissing his perfect black six-pack
abs, more defined then any man she'd ever seen.
Tracy glanced down at his crotch as she neared his navel. She stopped in
shock at the sight of his bulge. His penis had stretched out the bathing
suit so much, she could see part of it's flesh. The thing had to be
immense. "Like what you see?" whispered Lamar. "That big black cock is
the perfect pussy pleaser for white sluts like you."
Tracy wondered if Latrell knew what a foul mouthed pervert he had
working for him. Still, she also had to wonder if what he said was true.
I made her panties juice up just looking at it. "Kneel again," said
Latrell, "and look up at him like he is the most incredible man you've
ever seen."
"That should be easy," whispered Lamar. "I am the most incredible man
you've ever seen." Damn him, but he was right. The arrogant bastard was
incredible.
"Shit Lamar," said Latrell. "Can't you do something about that big cock
of yours? Tracy, put your hand over it again."
Tracy put her hand on it. This time just the thin material seperating
her hand from his penis. "Latrell, it will look like I'm touching it."
"You are touching it," whispered Lamar.
"Just keep it covered Tracy. I can touch it up if the picture looks to
revealing. After all, what kind of magazine would use pictures like
that?" Latrell went back to snapping pictures.
"I bet you missed touching it. You like having a real man's cock in your
hands don't you?"
"Shut up," she whispered back through gritted teeth. He was right, but
she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was
infatuated with his penis. She really wanted to see it fully erect. It
was moving under her hand, all bunched up, and trying to break free.
Jesus, but it had to be over a foot long.
"Alright, lets do a love scene. Last scene of the day." Latrell loaded
more film while Suzie spread out a blanket on the sand.
Tracy fell back on the blanket trying to avoid looking at Lamar. Dozens
of tripod mounted cameras were aimed at her, some even looked like video
cameras. Tyrone was looking at her through one.
"Ok," said Latrell, "first couple shots, I want you both laying on your
sides facing me. Tracy in front. Leon put your arms around her. The two
maneuvered into position and Lamar pushed his crotch against her ass.
Luckily, Latrell ended that pose quickly. "Lamar kiss down her body now
and then climb on top of her."
The handsome black model slowly kissed down her neck, stopping at the
top of her bosom, planting several on her impressive cleavage. For once,
he showed some gentlemanly behaviour and skipped over her breasts
kissing down her belly. Each kiss sent a wave of heat through her body
and her belly spasmed at each touch of his lips. He was a jerk again on
his final kiss, slipping his tongue into her belly button.
Lamar climbed on top, completely engulfing her body. He rested his
crotch on hers, grinding them together. It was getting her so turned on,
she could feel her labia parting with desire, as if it were opening for
him. Her head was buried in his chest, but Tracy turned to say,
"Latrell, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing these
pictures."
"Oh," he set the camera down. "Why didn't you say something earlier.
These don't have to be so graphic. I'll need some more shots, but we can
cover you up so thatit looks like you're making love under a blanket on
the beach."
Carla made as if to throw a blanket over them and Lamar jumped up, "wait
a second, I need to adjust my cock."
Suzie turned Tracy's head away from Lamar while he adjusted himself. She
touched up Tracy's make up until Lamar climbed under the covers with
her. He didn't come in close contact with her body at first, just
keeping his hands on her hips gently massaging them. His knee forced its
way between her legs until she parted them and he kneeled between them.
Lamar slowly leaned down bending his back so that he could kiss her
while bringing his crotch back up to hers. His penis touched her thigh
and just as she realized he had removed his swimsuit, his mouth covered
hers before she could say anything.
Her labia was parting again, her