Fresh Off The Bus
An E&I Enterprises Story
copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


Note: This story originally appeared in 4 parts.

04/99

Ann stepped off the bus and looked up at the sky in awe. The skyscrapers
strived to reach heaven like the tower of Babel from the bible. New York
City, the most famous skyline in the world, was even more amazing then
she imagined it would be.

Ann had just stopped at the bottom of the bus, staring at the city
sights and she was rudely pushed out of the way by the other
disembarking passengers. She moved out of the way still staring as she
collected her bags.

New York was both beautiful and ugly. The buildings were amazing, but
they were also a dull gray and the curb stank of exhaust fumes. It was
also the noisiest place she had ever been, car horns were constantly
honking and brakes were squealing. Ann heard the word "fuck," three
times in five minutes, mostly from taxi drivers yelling at one another.
This was certainly not Idaho.

"Excuse me Miss, but would you happen to be a model?" said a deep voice.

Ann had just gotten her bags and turned towards the voice. A well
dressed, young black man was sitting on a bench reading the Wall Street
Journal. "Yes I am," she answered, then added, "Well actually no, but
I'm looking to become a model or possibly an actress."

"My name's Latrell," he said, standing up to shake her hand. The black
man towered over her five feet eight inches by almost a foot. He was
only about the tenth black person, she had ever seen. Latrell was both
handsome and charming. He wore a well tailored suit beneath an open
trench coat. He was young, probably only about twenty two. 

Ann dropped her bag and shook his hand noticing how his large beefy hand
completely engulfed her small dainty one. His handshake was firm, but
gentle. "Ann, Ann Dutton," she introduced herself.

"I'm a photographer with the E&I modeling agency," he said handing her a
card. "If you're looking for work give me a call. We're always looking for
a fresh face."

"Well sir, I'll consider it," said Ann grinning from ear to ear and
knowing she'd be calling him Monday morning. "Thanks."

"Thank you," said Latrell. He tucked his newspaper under his arm and
headed up the sidewalk.

The reigning Miss Teen Idaho watched him walk away for a few minutes
before turning to hail a cab. Ann had always known she had what it takes
to make it in the big city. She checked her watch, ten minutes off the
bus and she already had a job offer one day before her eighteenth birthday.

"If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere," she sang softly as
a taxi pulled up to her.

**********

Two days later, Ann tried not to sound too anxious as she called the E&I
Modeling Agency. Her confidence was a bit shaken as it had taken all her first
day in the city to find an apartment and with rent three times higher then she had
Budgeted. Plus, it wasn't even half the size of one of the apartments on
"Friends". Sunday, she had called her parents on her birthday and
listened to her mom cry about losing her little girl for over two hours.
She knew her phone bill would be sky high, plus she couldn't help but
run up her credit card on her first trip to Macy's. She wasn't overly
worried, soon the money would be rolling in. Miss Teen Idaho wasn't all
that talented, but her looks had always coasted her through life. She
had blown the talent competition, but had garnered a perfect score
during the bathing suit competition.

"E&I Modeling Agency, how may I direct your call?" said a nasally female voice on the
other end of the phone. 

"Yes, Ann Dutton calling for Latrell." 

"Please hold." 

Ann waited on hold, surprised there was no music on the line while she
waited. Finally, after about five minutes, she heard Latrell's deep
voice on the other end. "Ann I'm so glad you called. I described you to
the boss and he's definitely interested in meeting you. Would you be
free for a meeting tomorrow? 

"Yes, anytime," said Ann barely able to contain herself. 

"Great. Come to the address on the business card at noon and bring your
portfolio. Bye." 

Ann listened to the click as Latrell hung up. She didn't have a
portfolio yet. She hung up the phone and smiled. She would just have
smile and bat her eyes a little more at the interview and they would be
fools if they didn't hire her. 

Ann spent the rest of the day sightseeing and treated herself to a
complete makeover, getting her hair and nails done. She also couldn't
help but run up her credit card a little more at some of the classy
stores on Fifth Ave.

**********

The taxi pulled up to an old warehouse near the docks. Ann got out and
paid the driver, then looked at the decrepit building. She looked at the
address on the card for the third time since the cab pulled up here.
There was no doubt this was the right place. 

She walked around to the side of the building and noticed stairs leading
up to a door. She walked up the stairs and knocked. She saw Latrell
through the window and waved at him. 

"Ann, thanks for coming," said Latrell, opening the door and swallowing up
her little hand in his again. "Come on in, I'll show you around and take
you to see Tyrone." 

Ann followed Latrell into the building. For the most part it was dirty
and deserted with a few rooms cleaned up. She passed an empty
photography studio and wondered where all the people were. "This isn't
exactly what I expected," she said to the black man. 

"We just moved into this building. It'll take us a while to get it up to
speed," said Latrell, holding open a door to a small waiting room with an
empty desk. 

A tired looking woman came out of a door by the desk. She was only about
thirty, but looked older and she wore a scandalously short skirt and too
much makeup. "Tyrone will see you now," said the same nasally voice that
she had spoken to yesterday. 

Latrell nodded and entered the office. The woman had some white yogurt
or pudding dripping out of the corner of her mouth and Ann gestured with
her finger towards her own mouth. The woman understood and her tongue
flickered out and slurped up the white stuff. Ann smiled and followed
Latrell into the room. 

This room was the best decorated so far with a garish carpet, a book
case filled with unlabeled video tapes, and a large desk with a computer
on it. A giant black man sat at the desk. He was very black and very
ugly with a broad face, flat nose, and big lips. He was bigger then
Latrell, but not as tall.

"Tyrone, this is Ann Dutton," said Latrell. 

Tyrone didn't bother getting up and Ann flashed him her most dazzling
smile and walked over to shake his hand. He didn't hurt her, but he had
the most powerful grip she had ever felt. She felt dwarfed by these two
powerful men. 

"Well Miss Dutton," said Tyrone. "Lets see your portfolio." 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have one," she said trying to look sweet and sad
at the same time, turning on the charm. 

"What? No portfolio. We only deal with professionals here at E&I.

Ann's eyes grew wide. These men weren't as easy to manipulate as the
boys back home. "I'm sorry, I meant that I have a portfolio, but it's
back home in Idaho," she lied, crossing her fingers. 

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Dutton. I prefer to look at a model's
portfolio up front," said Tyrone leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid
there's no point going on with this interview, short of you modeling
some clothes for us now." 

Ann was horrified. She was counting on this job to cover her bills.
"Well Tyrone, I'm very interested in working for a company like E&I and
I'd be willing to model some clothes for you now." 

"Ok, I'll give you a shot. Latrell find her a couple of bathing suits to
wear for us." 

"You won't be disappointed sir," she said. 

Tyrone grunted and turned to his computer. 
Ann sat there and tried to look pretty, but Tyrone ignored her as he
moved his mouse around before the computer. After a few minutes Latrell
came back and led her to a changing room. 

The dressing room contained a large full length mirror and had two
bathing suits hanging on the wall. She examined the first, it was a snug
one piece, similar to the one that had won her the Miss Teen Idaho
crown. The other seemed to just be a bunch of strings and patches.

Bikini's were frowned upon in the town she grew up in, so she hadn`t worn one at the pageant. Ann had never worn a bikini before, so she chose the one-piece suit. 

Ann stripped and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the
rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her
hair was curly brown and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep
golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was
unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair
matched the hair on her head, curly and brown. Ann had a thin waist,
with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her
navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist.
Anne was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure,
making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by
her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish
tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch. 

Ann leaned forward and checked her make up, finding it perfect as usual.
She used it sparingly to accentuate her features. Ann didn't like to
wear too much, but then she didn't need to. She winked at herself and
pulled a small tube of Vaseline out of her hand bag. She rubbed a dab on
her teeth and blew a kiss at her reflection. 

Anne walked out into Tyrone's office, smiling and doing her pageant
walk. The one piece was a little snug, but it accentuated her breasts
and she knew she looked good. Latrell had also provided her high heels
and she paraded around the room in her heels, stopping to pose with one
hand on her hip. A perfect performance, but she missed the applause of
an audience. 

"Very nice Miss Dutton," said Latrell. "Now go try on the bikini."
Tyrone grunted in agreement. 

Ann almost protested, but instead she nodded and returned to the
dressing room. She stripped off the one piece and picked up the bikini.
She could barely understand what went where. She stepped into the
panties and slid them up her legs. The small patch of material in the
front wasn't enough to completely cover her pubic hair, and she was
embarrassed to see hair sticking out the sides. She would have to trim
herself when she got back to her apartment. The back of the bikini
bottoms didn't have any material, just a thin string that slid up
between her butt cheeks. She tied the strings on the sides and spun
around looking at her bare ass in the mirror. You couldn't even see the
string. 

The top was similar to the bottoms. Two thin patches of material just
covered her nipples, exposing just a hint of areola out the tops. The
rest was all string. She lifted her hair and tied the strings together
behind her neck and then behind her back. 

Ann looked at herself in the mirror liking how she looked except for the
contrast between her white and tan skin. She was a little nervous
exposing this much of herself to two strangers, but all the super-models
were swimsuit or lingerie models and if she was to become famous, she'd
have to start somewhere. 

The biggest thing that had bothered her was that the two men didn't seem
to really notice her when she had modeled for them, but then they saw
beautiful women every day, plus they were black and probably didn't find
white women attractive. 

Well, she would just have to make them notice her. Ann flicked up her
top, exposing her breasts. She stuck two fingers in her mouth, wetting
them, and she ran them around her nipples teasing them to erectness.
They quickly popped out their full half-inch, plumping up and turning
red. Ann smiled and pulled the bikini top down again. Her nipples were
clearly visible through the top, and they stretched out the thin
material exposing more of her areola.

**********

"Fuck, will you look at this slut," said Tyrone watching Ann teasing
her nipples to erectness on the computer screen. "She's your best yet
Latrell." 

"Thank you, sir," replied Latrell, watching the screen over Tyrone's
shoulder. 

Tyrone licked his lips at the sight of her big, firm breasts. The top of
the screen over Ann read www.eivoyeurcam.com/model/dressingroom, a
division of E&I Enterprises. The camera behind the mirror was
state-of-the-art, Ann was crystal clear and in color. 

Tyrone Jones, part-time pimp, full time pornographer looked at the
bottom of the screen. 50 subscribers were logged on to check out the new
girl, live at her noon tryouts. The other 3000 would check out the best
of eivoyeurcam at their own leisure. 

Tyrone pressed a button on the keyboard and a link appeared on the
screen, with the words: video available, $19.95. He looked over at the
order counter and watched it turn fro 0 to 1, then jump to 5, and it
started climbing from there. 

Tyrone looked up when Ann entered the room in the small string bikini.
His long cock dangled outside of his zipper since Tyrone didn't want his 
semen staining his $200 silk boxers and his cock continued to drip sperm on 
the carpet long after the blow job his secretary had given him, adding fresh stains to dozens of
older ones. Now his cock was reversing course, fattening and stiffening
up, until it slammed against the bottom of his desk with a thunk that made him wince. 
Ann passed the test. 

"Even out that tan and you're hired," said Tyrone staring at her
breasts. Clear as the picture on the computer was, they were nothing
compared to seeing the real thing in front of you. 

"I'll be in the tanning booth within the hour," replied the young woman,
who was blushing furiously as the two black men ogled her body. 

Tyrone looked over at the computer screen. Video orders had stagnated at
15. He needed some more shots. "First, I'll want Latrell to take some
pictures for a quick portfolio. We'll take some more when you're tan
On another day. Congratulations," he said shaking her hand without getting
up from his desk. The young fool seemed thrilled as she left with
Latrell. 

"Carol, come in here and take some more dictation," he yelled to his
secretary, moving his chair back so that his secretary could crawl
between his legs. He looked up at the computer as Carol wrapped her
talented lips around the head of his cock. Ann was back on screen
changing again and the orders were climbing as more members logged on.

**********

Ann spent the following week sightseeing and she joined a gym to keep in
shape. By the end of the week she had an all around tan from going to
the tanning salon every day. The problem was all this cost money and
hers was rapidly disappearing. This city seemed to suck up cash faster
then an Oreck vacuum and she hadn't gotten any calls from E&I yet. 

Finally, Ann decided she couldn't wait any longer and dialed E&I's
number. Carol answered the phone. "Hi, this is Ann Dutton. I was
wondering if I'd had any job offers?" 

"Sure honey," said Carol's nasally voice, "but they're all nudes and you
checked "no nudes" on the questionnaire." 

"Oh really, I didn't know there was that much call for nude modeling,"
she said into the phone. 

"We do have an open call for a buxom brunette to do some sexy lingerie
shots, if you're interested," said Carol. 

Ann wasn't comfortable with the idea, but as she looked around her tiny
apartment at her new furniture currently accruing interest on her credit
card, she asked, "What would it entail?" 

**********

Tyrone called some of the tech boys to have them put up a notice of
Ann's next appearance on E&I's voyeurcam. Sales of her first spycam
video had hit 300, which was a record for voyeurcam. Voyeurcam was a
small, insignificant part of E&I Enterprises, but a profitable one and
the big boss loved profits.

********************

Ann showed up at the warehouse the next day for her lingerie shoot
wearing only sweat clothes and no makeup. Carol had said that all she
had to do was pose in various outfits and that was it. A pretty blonde
greeted her and ushered her towards a chair, where the girl started
teasing Ann's hair. 

Ann could see the set, reflected in the mirror by her chair. It was a
large canopied bed. Lights were set up around the room illuminating the
bed. She could see Latrell setting up cameras around the room. 

"I thought there would be a lot more people around," said Ann. 

"Most of the rooms have permanent sets, so we don't need a lot of
people," said the girl, Suzie, starting to apply makeup to Ann's face
now. 

"Excuse me, I'm Mark. I'll be doing some scenes with you," said a voice
over her shoulder. "I think we're doing some honeymoon pictures." 

Ann looked in the mirror and was surprised to see a handsome black man
about her own age standing behind her. He wore a robe belted about his
waist, but open enough to show off a lean, muscular chest. "Hi," said
Ann meekly. 

"I must say it is a pleasure to meet you," said the black man running
his eyes down her body, stopping to linger on her breasts, before
turning and heading away. 

"He's black?" said Ann, which seemed to shock the blonde girl. Ann
didn't want to appear a racist and added, "Wouldn't it be more realistic
for a white guy to pose as my husband?" 

"Oh," said Suzie. "I guess there weren't any available today. Besides,
Mark's handsome enough and did you see the size of his cock?" 

This shocking statement shut Ann up quickly. She didn't know how to
respond, nor did she go around staring at men's crotches. She couldn't
respond anyway as the girl was now applying lipstick. Ann was worried
that her dad would see the pictures of her posing with a black man and
have a stroke. She would just have to censure the photos before showing
any to her parents.

"Ann," called Latrell. "I'm ready for you. Go put the outfits on in the
order they are placed on the rack from left to right." 

Ann looked at the first couple on the rack. They didn't seem to bad. She
grabbed the first and entered the dressing room. Ann quickly stripped
and admired herself in the mirror before putting on the negligee. It was
ankle length, glossy and very elegant. It was sleeveless and hugged her
curves. She thought she looked fantastic. 

Ann came out of the room and Latrell put her through various poses,
standing by the bed, sitting on it, laying down like she was napping.
and Ann loved every bit of it. She loved being the center of attention,
posing for the camera, and how sexy the negligee made her feel. 

"Alright Mark, get in there," said Latrell. 

Mark stood up off his chair and dropped his robe. He was wearing only
tight knee length boxers and Ann couldn't help but admire his body, from
his hard, wiry, chest to his crotch. My god, he does have a big
coc.. penis. His boxers seemed to tent out and she could see the outline
of what looked like a very fat coc... penis dangling down towards his
knee. 

Ann wasn't a virgin, barely. She had let Johnny Thompson, the football
captain, take her virginity before she left Idaho. Johnny had orgasmed
into his condom less then a minute after penetrating her. Ann found it
so unrewarding that she decided to wait again until she got married. The
weirdest thing was that Johnny's penis was only about five inches long
when hard and Mark looked bigger then that soft. 

"Mark pick her up like your carrying her across the threshold," said
Latrell. 

Mark effortlessly picked her up and they posed in front of the cameras. 

"Now set her down by the bed and pick up the champagne glasses," said
Latrell reloading the camera. 

Now rub up against each other and clink your glasses together and look
at each other like it's the happiest day of your life." 

Ann looked up at Mark as he pressed his crotch into her hips. She could
feel his penis pressing against her. It was big and it was moving under
his shorts, growing. Mark just grinned at her as he brought his glass
against hers. 

"Now lean down and kiss your wife," said Latrell the camera clicking off
pictures. 

Ann didn't want to kiss a black man and was about to protest when Mark's
lips met hers. She felt his tongue probing against her lips, but she
kept them firmly shut, though she had a strong desire to let him in and
kiss back. She felt his penis jerk against her leg. 

"Good! Now Mark step back, reach out and pull one strap down." 

It took every bit of Ann's will not to look down at his crotch as Mark
stepped away from her. Her heart started humping in her chest and the
blood rushed in her ears as Mark reached out for her negligee strap. Ann
felt her nipples hardening up against the thin material of the gown and
she could feel wetness between her legs. 

Mark's hand touched her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. He slowly
pulled the strap down revealing more of her breast with each second. The
gown caught on her prominent nipples and then Mark tugged it down,
baring one of her breasts. Embarrassed, Ann quickly pulled her gown back
up.

"Ok Ann, sit down on the bed," called Latrell. 

Ann was relieved to sit down as her legs felt weak. However, this put
her eye level with Marks bulging boxer shorts. She thought this was an
odd pose, but Latrell was snapping away. 

Ann saw Mark's penis move, like it was struggling to get free and with
one jerk, the tip of the head emerged from the waist band of his boxers. 

"Do something about your cock, Mark," called Latrell. 

Ann looked at Latrell, her eyes saying thanks and then looked back.
Mark's penis was lashing out at her and she jerked her head back. He had
pulled the waist band down, freeing his penis. It was huge, plump, and
at least nine inches long. The head throbbed like it was gasping for
air. He held it there before her open mouth for several seconds. 

"What's the matter Ann, never seen a black cock before?" said Mark. 

Ann just shook her head and stared as he tried to stuff it back into his
boxers. 

"Alright Mark I won't need you for a while," yelled Latrell. 

Mark leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you meet me in one
of the rooms during lunch and I'll show you what a black cock can do?" 

"No thanks," said Ann. "I don't date coworkers." 

Mark seemed taken aback like he wasn't used to rejection. 

"Mark leave the NEW girl alone," called Latrell saving her. "Ann go put
on the next outfit." 

Ann was glad to get away from Mark. The thought of being with a black
man disgusted her, but her body apparently liked the idea as her nipples
were so hard they hurt and her vagina was gushing. 

She returned to the changing room and stripped. Ann grabbed some tissues
and spread her legs before the mirror, so that she could see well enough
to wipe away the signs of her arousal. 

She grabbed the next outfit and felt dismayed when she realized how many
there were. This was going to be a long day. 

This outfit was a small teddy, which consisted of lacy blue panties,
bra, and a silk camisole that tied between her breasts and hung down a v
opening revealing her belly button. She left the changing room in time
to see Mark and Suzie disappearing into a room. Lucky them, they get to
take a break. 

Late in the afternoon, they broke for lunch. Ann was exhausted and
greedily ate up the cold cuts from a deli tray to restore her energy.
Suzie returned from her break, though she looked disheveled and even
more exhausted then Ann. She sat Ann in the chair and started applying
new makeup on her. 

Ann took a short nap in the chair until the girl nudged her awake and
she walked over to the changing room. Ann grabbed the next outfit
relieved that they were progressively getting skimpier. That way she
didn't have to expend much energy changing any more. 

This one was a red bra and panties with white fluff around the edges and
a Santa Claus hat.  She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror Ann didn't recognize
the person looking back a her. The blonde had changed the makeup from
sweet to slutty. She looked beautiful. 

Latrell led her into a room with one wall painted with an igloo and a
sign that read, "North Pole."  They finished quickly and returned to the bedroom set for the next
couple shots of her in a lacy white garter. 

The next one was a valentines day outfit which consisted of crotch-less
red panties, some red string running across her belly, and two tiny
heart shaped patches to cover her nipples. 

Latrell brought in Mark for some more pictures. He was wearing red
boxers this time and his erection had disappeared, though she could
still see the outline of his impressive cock. Luckily, they didn't have
to get too close to each other. 

The next to the last outfit was just a bunch of thin strips across her
body. They covered her nipples but not her areola and they also showed
off large strips of pubic hair. Ann refused to wear this one as it was
too revealing and called out to Suzie to go tell Latrell. 

The blonde returned quickly saying, "Latrell says if you don't wear it
we won't get paid by our client, but if it's your pubic hair your
worried about, I can shave you. 

Ann couldn't imagine not getting paid for this hard days work and
relented. Without the hair sticking out, it would look just like skin.
She stripped naked and sat on the bench facing the mirror. The blonde
came in with a razor and shaving cream and quickly coated Ann's thick
bush. She plugged in the razor and sat beside Ann, leaning over to shave
her. 

Ann watched the girl in the mirror. She could see her wet labia as the
girl started shaving the top of her pubes just under her belly. As the
girl moved lower the vibration from the razor began having an effect on
Ann. She watched more juice coat her labia and her lips parted. When the
razor reached the last bit on the nub, Ann could see her clit swelling
with desire. She stifled a moan relieved that it was finished, but
almost wishing Suzie had kept it up just a little longer. 

The girl left and Ann rubbed her bare crotch. It felt smooth and
sensitive to the touch and Ann shivered as her hand ran over it. She
quickly put the ribbons back on, thinking they did look better without
all that ugly hair sticking out. 

Latrell took a lot of pictures of that outfit before telling her to meet
him in a different room after putting on the last outfit of the day. Ann
was relieved to see the last one wasn't as revealing. It was more of a
leopard skin bikini. Well the top was anyway. The bottom was actually a
loin cloth that left her ass bare. She liked this look as she felt like
some kind of Jungle queen. 

Of course, the next set was painted like a jungle. There were actually
ropes hanging from the ceiling decorated like crude vines. Mark was
walking around in a leopard skin loin cloth. His ass was as impressive
as the rest of him. Hard and tight, his cheeks flexed as he walked. 

Latrell put them through several poses. Mark held her like they were
swinging on a vine. She saw his cock again when Latrell had her kneel
before Mark and look up at him with her arms wrapped around his legs.
She was looking right under his loincloth as they posed.

For the last pose, Mark stood close to her and stood her on a ledge so
that their crotches were level.

"Ok Ann, rub your hands down his chest like you've never seen a better
body," said Latrell still snapping away. 

Ann reached out and started running her hands over Mark's shoulders and
chest while he just stood there and grinned at her. Mark did have a nice
body. Johnny had been about the same size, though the muscles seemed to
look better on a black man. Mark wasn't as beefy as Latrell or Tyrone,
but he was a very sexy man, for a black guy. 

"Run your hands down over his stomach," said Latrell. 

Ann moved her hands slowly down Mark's 
chest and over the ridges of his abdominals. His stomach was as hard as his
cock...as a rock. She ran her hands all the way down to the top of his
loin cloth before stopping. 

Ann was running her hands back up his chest when she felt her own
loincloth lifting up. She looked at Mark, but his hands were clasped
behind his back. She looked down and stepped back, letting her loin
cloth fall back down. Mark's big cock had gotten hard again and lifted
up her loincloth as it grew, pushing his own out of the way. Before she
moved back, the head had rubbed against her newly shaved vagina. She
hoped Latrell hadn't taken any accidental shots of their crotches. 

"Alright you two are done here," said Latrell. 

Mark walked away his nine inch python bobbing before him, his loincloth
pushed off to the side and Ann practically ran to the changing room. She
quickly stripped noticing she was soaking wet again in the mirror and
there was even a wet spot high on her shaved vagina around where his
cock head had touched her. 

She threw on her sweats and walked back into the studio. "Great job
today Ann," said Latrell handing her an envelope stuffed with cash. 

As she reached down to take the money, Ann gasped when she saw that
Latrell had a bulging erection that looked even bigger then Mark's. She
snatched the money and headed for the door. As she was leaving she
noticed the blonde girl following Mark and Latrell over towards the
bedroom set, probably to clean up. Ann wished she could stay to help,
but she was anxious to get away from the studio and those big black
cocks. 

She surreptitiously counted the money when she got in a taxi, then
recounted it. It was only $300, not enough to pay her rent, let alone
her credit cards. 

******************** 

"I see things went well," said Latrell walking into Tyrone's office. 

Tyrone grunted and finished wiping his cock off on Carol's nude body
splayed out on his desk. Carol had a dazed look on her face. 

Tyrone sat down between her legs and watched his sperm dripping out of
the gaping hole that had once been Carol's tight little married pussy.
He looked back up at Latrell. "Man you should see the vid clip of that
bitch getting her pussy shaved," he said. The new video had already sold
200 copies and was still climbing. Plus, it had boosted Ann's first
video sales up." 

Latrell said, "You should see some of the pictures. Man, the look on her
face when she first saw Mark's cock will make us a fortune all by
itself. 

"Good," said Tyrone. "Have them developed immediately and we'll post
them on E&I's interracial sites and get them out to the mags. 

Did the video's get it all?" 

"Yes sir," answered Latrell. "I think we'll get some good vid clips out
of it. The jungle scenes will be the best. Mark actually lifted her
loincloth up with his cock." 

Tyrone was laughing as Latrell left to develop the film. He looked at
Carol, she was just starting to recover and so was Tyrone. His cock was
stiffening up once again.



Chapter 2

Ann called Tyrone as soon as she got back to her apartment. "Tyrone, I
think there must be some mistake, I only got paid $300 for all the work
I did today."

"No mistake, Ann," said Tyrone. "You're not a $1000 an hour model yet.
You've got to build up a resume. You'll get some extra money when your
seasonal pictures get published, but that could take months."

"But it wasn't enough to cover my rent?"

"Look if you need money, we can do a nude layout. I'll get you the money
right away.

"No thanks," said Ann, hanging up.

The phone rang almost immediately. It was her mother. "I'm so proud of
my little girl. I knew you had what it takes to make it in the city the
moment I saw you on stage at the pageant. How did your first shoot go? I
can't wait to see some pictures of you."

Ann managed to get a few words in before hanging up an hour later. She
called Tyrone back immediately. "Tyrone, this is Ann again. What exactly
would a nude layout entail?"

**********

Ann came in early again the next day. The same blonde girl, Suzie, did
her hair and make up. Which wasn't hard as they were doing a beach scene
and Ann's hair was supposed to be wet and dripping like she had just
emerged from the water.  

She put on a tiny white g-string bikini
in the dressing room and then walked over to an enclosed shower. She
showered in the bikini, fretting when she clearly saw her nipples
through the thin material, but remembering she would be taking it off
anyway.

Ann was still dripping when she walked over to the painted beach scene.
"Ann we're going to take some pictures of you in the bikini first and
then you're going to take off your top and spring up like you just lost it
in a wave. Let me get some shots of your breasts and then cover them
with your arms like you've just realized what happened. Understand?"

Ann nodded and posed in the bikini for some shots. "Now take your top
off," said Latrell.

"Wait! Before I do it, I'd like to know how much I'm getting for this."

Tyrone had been watching from the corner of the room smoking a cigar. He
stepped forward and said, "This job pays $500."

"That's it," she said. She had been starting to untie her top, but quit
when he told her how much.

"That's it," he said puffing away on the cigar. "Nudes aren't worth that
much unless we bring in a male model. Then it would be $1200."

$1200, that would pay off her rent and a good part of her credit card.
"I can't do that, my parents would die if they saw me nude with a man."

"You're in luck. The magazine this is for is only distributed on the East
coast," said Tyrone.

"I'm confused. What exactly would these pictures be selling if I'm not
wearing clothes?"

"Magazines of course," said Tyrone.

"What kind of magazines?" 

"We call them adult oriented," said Tyrone. 

'My god,' she thought. 'I almost just posed nude for a porno rag.' "I'm
sorry, I can't do this," said Ann heading towards the dressing room to
get her clothes. 

"The choice is yours Ann, but there's not much else you can do in this
city to earn $1200 for one day's work," Tyrone called after her.
 
Ann had almost made it to the dressing room when a hand grabbed her
shoulder. "Ann wait," said Latrell spinning her around. "I think you
should reconsider." 

"I can't do it Latrell. I'm a decent, moral woman. Those magazines
exploit women."
 
"Ann, look, I know you need the money and you don't have to worry about
these pictures getting out West to your parents. 

"I can't Latrell," she said sobbing as tears welled up in her eyes. 

"All you have to do is some suggestive poses with a male model. You
don't have to actually have sex with him, just pose." 

"I can't do it," she said suddenly feeling guilty. Latrell had
discovered her after all and gotten her a job. 

"Listen Ann, I don't want you to do anything you don't think is right.
All I can promise you is that I will make the pictures as tasteful as
possible and that I can touch them up a little to make them look like
someone else." 

"I don't know." 

"Ann, I'm not supposed to tell any of our models this, but we've got a
lot of big contracts coming in the next month from some top companies. Don't
blow your chance to make it big. All the supermodels have done nudes." 

"Latrell, I don't know what to do," she said crying. "Let me think about
it." 

Latrell nodded and said to take her time. Ann went into the dressing
room and sat on the bench. She started weighing the pro's and con's.
$1200, no one would recognize her, the chance for some better work next
month, her parents wouldn't know, and the money would get her through
the month. She could apply at several other modeling agencies and all
she had to do was debase herself for a couple hours. One thing made up
her mind, she knew she couldn't go back to Idaho after living in New
York. 

Latrell looked relieved when she walked out onto the beach set still in
the bikini. She looked around and was glad to see that Tyrone had left.

Ann walked onto the set and Latrell started snapping some pictures. "Ok
Ann, it's now or never." 

Ann squatted and loosened up her bikini top. Suzie kneeled at her feet
and splattered some water up, so that it would look like Ann was
springing up out of the water. Ann jumped up and the top flew off away
from her body. It took all her will not to cover her breasts as they
were exposed to strangers for the first time. Her large breasts bounced
up and down and Ann was surprised at the feeling of freedom she felt
being virtually nude outside her home for the first time. Ann gasped and 
covered her breasts like she was just realizing she had
lost her top. 

"Great Ann now go over to the wall and kneel by the ocean." Ann went
over to the sea scene painted on the wall and Latrell continued, "Wave
your hand up into the air like you need help. Now close your eyes, like
You're going unconscious and we'll bring in the lifeguard." 
Ann did as she was told and felt herself being lifted into strong male
arms. "Hang limply Ann until I say to wake up." Ann felt the lifeguard
walking like he was carrying her out of the water. 

"Lay her down on the blanket, bend over and give her mouth to mouth." 

Ann didn't think she would have to have physical contact and was about
to protest when she felt big lips connect with hers. 

"Ann wake up and look at your hero." 

Ann opened her eyes and stared into Tyrone's brutish face. She gasped.
"Tyrone! You're the model!" 

Tyrone grinned and she saw the light reflect off a gold tooth. "None of
our regular models were available on such short notice, so I decided to
fill in." 

Ann didn't like the idea of posing nude with an ugly black man like
Tyrone. "Why couldn't Latrell do it," she said thinking that the
handsome black man would make a better model. 

"Because I don't know anything about photography." 

"Ann wrap your arms around Tyrone's neck and look at him like he's the
most handsome man you've ever seen," said Latrell. Ann did thinking that
she would make a good actress as she stared lovingly, at the ugly, black
man. 

"Great, now Tyrone back off and look at her body and Ann thrust those
big breasts up a little.

"Tyrone, now lean over and cup her breasts, now bend over and stick your
tongue out at her nipple while I zoom in." 

"Wait," said Ann. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a close up." 

"Look at it this way Ann, The more I zoom in on your body, the less
chance of someone recognizing your face." 

That made up Ann's mind pretty quick. Then, her body jerked as Tyrone's
tongue flickered over her nipple. "Hey no touching," she said. 

"Sorry, I slipped," said Tyrone. 

Ann was confused. Her nipples had popped out and she could feel her
vagina lubricating. Why was she getting aroused? Not only was Tyrone ugly, but he was a black man. He did seem to exude masculinity more then any other man she had ever known.

"Ok, now I want Tyrone to stand up and Ann kneel before him." 

Ann couldn't believe the size of Tyrone's chest. He was the beefiest man
she had ever seen and it was all muscle. He was wearing red lifeguard
shorts, that were bulging out obscenely. 'Didn't any of the men working at E&I
have a small penis?' she thought. 

"Ann, put your hand in the waist band and slowly pull his shorts down." 

Ann swallowed nervously and reached up and gasped the waist band of
Tyrone's shorts. She didn't know why, but she wanted to see his cock.
Ann pulled down his shorts watching as his pubic hair was slowly
revealed. She saw the base of a very thick cock and she struggled to
free the rest of it from his shorts. Finally, with a strong yank, she
pulled his shorts down and something smacked her in the chin, forcing
her head up. 

"Now look at it like it's the biggest cock you've ever seen," said
Latrell. 

"It is the biggest," said Ann staring at it dangling before her face.
She heard Tyrone snicker at that. 'and the ugliest,' she thought. His
entire cock was a dark black, except for the big blue veins
crisscrossing it and a red slit on the end. 
It was around ten inches long and fat, real fat. Tyrone wasn't
circumcised and his wrinkly dark foreskin fascinated her. The head
peaking out at her was about the size of a golf ball. It stank too, but it was a manly stink, not unpleasant.

"Ann, I just need you to wrap your hand around it to show how big it is
compared to your hand." 

Ann nodded barely hearing. She reached out and touched his black cock,
amazed that there was still an inch gap between her fingers as they
closed around his shaft.  She leaned closer to it and sniffed it again.

"Good job Ann," said Latrell. "Now lift up his cock and cup his balls." 

Ann lifted his cock and looked down at Tyrone's hairy balls. They looked
like two large oranges stuffed into one winkly, black sack. She cupped
them amazed at their weight. Johnny's testicles had only been about as
big as ping pong balls. 

"Now Ann, I want you to lay back on the towel. Tyrone kneel between her
legs and kiss your way down her belly." 

Ann found her belly spasming at each kiss from Tyrone's lips. The blood
was rushing through her ears so fast she could barely hear Latrell
telling her to lift her hips up. She did and Tyrone untied her g-string
and pulled it away. Tyrone leaned down and kissed her belly button and
then worked his way down her shaved crotch. Ann spread her legs without
being told. 

"Aaaaah," Ann cried as his tongue touched her clit, causing her to have
an involuntary orgasm. It was her first and it had felt incredible. 

"Sorry, slipped again," murmured Tyrone. 

"Now Tyrone grab her knees and move your cock as close to her pussy as
you can without touching her." 

Ann leaned her head up and watched his black monstrosity approach her
pus.. vagina. Her body was screaming at her to spread her legs further to
let it in. She wanted to cum again. 

"Oooooh," she moaned as his cock accidentally touched her labia, "Watch
it." 

Tyrone pulled back and Ann saw that his cock head had emerged from it's
foreskin and it was glistening with her juices.

Latrell moved up close and snapped some close-ups of Tyrone's cock
pointing at her pussy. Ann could see Latrell's hard cock outlined under
his pants. She had a strong urge to see what it looked like. She wanted
to compare it to Tyrone's. 

"Great job guys. Lets get some doggy shots. Ann turn over on your hands
and knees." 

Ann turned over and got on all fours, while Latrell snapped some
pictures. She shivered at the thought of Tyrone's fat ten inch black cock
pointing at her pussy. 

"Spread her ass cheeks and then rest your cock between them." 

Ann felt Tyrone's beefy hands grab each of her butt cheeks and spread
them apart. He was getting a view of her private parts, no man had ever
had before and it was getting captured on film. 

"Tyrone why don't you bend down like you're going to lick her asshole." 

'These guys were sick,' she thought. 'normal people didn't do this in
real life.' Then Tyrone slipped again. "Ahh," she jumped when his tongue
touched her ass hole. It hadn't felt bad like she expected. 

Tyrone leaned up and Ann cried, "Oww." He had just smacked his cock
against her ass cheek. He slowly slid his cock over to the crack in her
ass and rested it between her cheeks so that Latrell could take some
pictures, before he squeezed her cheeks together around his cock. Ann's
mind flashed on an image of the long black sausage on a bun sold by
street vendors around the city. 

Ann couldn't help herself and moaned as Tyrone's cock started sliding
down her cheeks. He stopped it when the head rested on her ass and he
pressed down hard enough that she could feel the pressure against her
anus. Latrell took a lot of close-ups. 

Tyrone backed up a little and the head of his cock felt wet as it moved
down her ass and to her pussy. Ann couldn't believe her own body would
react this way, but she swore her labia was spreading apart for him
wanting to feel his cock inside her. Her body was screaming at her to
push back, but she came to her senses and clamped her thighs shut. 

"Ann, one last pose. Turn around and put your lips against his cock. I
want you to kiss it like it had just given you the best sex of your
life." 

Ann didn't really want to put her lips on Tyrone's cock, but she really
wanted to get this over with. Her heart was pounding and she was
sweating from her horniness. She turned and faced his ugly cock. She
closed her eyes and placed her lips against it. 

"Open your eyes and look up at him, while keeping your lips pressed
against his cock." 

Ann opened her eyes and looked down the length of Tyrone's thick shaft
and slowly looked up his muscular chest until she met his eyes. He
grinned at her and she grinned back. He had given her the best sex of
her life without even penetrating her. 

"That's it we're done here," said Latrell. 

Ann jumped up and ran to the dressing room. 

********** 

Tyrone opened his wallet and counted out twelve hundred dollar bills. "Here
give these to Ann when she comes out," he said handing them to Tyrone.
"I need to go find Carol." 

"I understand," said Latrell. "Suzie go wait for me in the bedroom set." 

"Yes sir," replied the blonde, leaving the room. 

Naked Tyrone walked to his office and opened the door. Carol was already
naked. "How did it go?" he asked, looking at the picture of the beach
room on his computer screen. 

"Great, I could see everything," she said before wrapping her lips
around his cock. 

Tyrone could see Latrell adjusting his cock as he waited for Ann. He
leaned over and clicked on voyeurcam. Tyrone was impressed, 1000 people
were currently watching. As the picture came in, he saw Ann, still nude,
sitting facing the camera. She had her feet spread up on the mirror
giving watchers the perfect beaver shot. The slut was slowly running her
palm down over her shaved pussy and teasing her clit with one finger.
Tyrone watched her clitty swell up as she teased it. Ann's other hand
was pinching her nipple. "Suck me fast bitch," he yelled down to Carol,
who immediately speeded up. 

Ann moved her other hand down and pushed one finger into her pussy as
she continued to tease her clit. She seemed unsure of herself,
unfamiliar with her own body, and Tyrone got the impression this was her
first time masturbating. As he watched, she started raising her hips and
he watched her cum all over her hands.

Chapter 3



Ann's porn lay out hadn't been all that bad  especially, when the $1200
paid her rent and a nice chunk of her credit card bill. The only
negative consequences to her photo shoot was that she was horny all the
time. The biggest benefit, after the money, was that she had discovered
the joys of masturbation. Ann had discovered how to make herself orgasm
and found herself masturbating twice a day. She would wake up every
morning aroused after dreaming about big cocks all night and her hand
would immediately move between her legs. At night, while relaxing in the
tub., she would run the soap over her body, closer and closer to her
horny pussy until she couldn't resist it any more and her fingers would
plunge into her pussy. 

Latrell called several times over the next month with more nude offers.
She rejected each one saying that it had been a one time thing only and
hoping he was calling with an offer from a big name company. 

Ann was starting to wonder about E&I and decided to put in applications
at some of the bigger modeling agencies in the city. She walked into the
first one full of confidence, looking in awe at the modern building
filled with beautiful people, thinking this would be a great place to
work. Ten minutes later she was on the street thinking, 'My breasts
aren't too big.' 

By the end of the week her self-esteem had been crushed from all the
rejection. "You're not what we're looking for." "This years in-look is
waifish and flat chested, sorry." "Not enough experience." One sleazy
man had even laughed and told her she had a stripper's body not a
model's. 

Ann was feeling dejected when she walked up to the newsstand to by this
month's Cosmo. The attendant was an old black man and Ann's eyes
flickered down to his crotch wondering what his cock looked like. 

When her eyes looked up from an unimpressive bulge, they settled on a
picture of her and Tyrone on the cover of a porn magazine. She gasped
when she saw that her face hadn't been doctored like Latrell had
promised. She blushed as she bought the magazine. The black man
snickered, but luckily didn't notice it was her on the cover. 

When Ann got home, she brought out the magazine to examine it. The cover
was a picture of Tyrone in his lifeguard shorts carrying her like he had
just rescued her. Her breasts had been dotted out. She flipped through
it and was shocked to see that all the male models were black and all
the women white. She closed it and looked at the cover. The magazine was
called Ebony and Ivory. Ann opened to the table of contents and read the
subscription information. The magazine was published by E&I Enterprises. 

Ann looked at the table of contents and opened it to her layout. She was
aghast by the pictures. There was Tyrone licking her pussy, her ass
hole, his cock poised on her wet pussy, and her looking up a him
grinning as she kissed his cock. Ann was horrified at the pictures, but
even worse her pussy was gushing so bad she had to go masturbate.

**********

A couple weeks later, Ann was getting desperate again. Latrell had
called several times with offers of more nude lay outs, but she turned
him down. Each time she talked to him, she crossed her fingers hoping it
was for a legitimate modeling job. 

Towards the end of the month, The phone rang right when she was staring
at her credit card statement. She was still  in shock when she answered it. "Hello." 

"Ann, Tyrone." 

"Tyrone, I hope your calling about a job. Has anything opened up?" 

"Just tons of offers for nudes." 

"No, I told you that would be only a one shot deal," she said, looking
down at the statement and thinking, 'Well maybe just once more to get me
through another month.' 

"I know, I know," said Tyrone. "I just wanted to let you know about
another offer that I turned down." 

"Turned down? How much did it pay?" 

"$2500." 

"$2500! What would I have to do?" 

"Ann we have a wealthy subscriber, that wants a private video of you
giving a blow job to the male model." 

Ann was horrified. She would never put a penis in her mouth, let alone
an ugly black cock, like Tyrone's. "No way." 

"That's why I turned him down, but I'm obligated to notify you of all
offers." 

"No way," she said again. "I might be willing to do one more nude
layout, if it's tasteful." Tasteful to her meaning, an attractive white
male model. 

"I can get you all the work you need Ann." 

"Let me think about it. Tell me one thing though. Why didn't Latrell
change my features on the last layout?" 

"Sorry about that Ann, but our computers crashed and we had a deadline
to meet." 

"Well I won't even consider it until it's fixed." 

"Already done." 

"Good, I'll get back to you," she said hanging up the phone. 

Ann puttered around the house for an hour, her eyes kept being drawn to
the Ebony and Ivory magazine on her table. She sat down at the table and
started leafing through it. All the white women were attractive, with
large breasts like hers, and all the black men had big, fat cocks, many
even bigger then Tyrone's. Many of the pictures showed, women giving the
men blow jobs. She was amazed at how they managed to swallow those big
cocks into their throats. Some of the pictures went along with stories
and Ann found herself becoming aroused as she read them. 

The phone rang, snapping her out of her daydreams. Ann looked down to
see that she had dropped her panties and was rapidly fingering herself
while staring at the picture of herself with her lips on Tyrone's cock.
The caption read: "Thanks for saving me." 

The phone rang again and Ann answered it. 
"Ann, Tyrone. I just wanted you to know that the client has upped his
offer to $5000. I told him no again. I do have one job open for you to
pose nude alone, but it only pays $300." 

Ann gasped in shock. That much money for a couple hours work would carry
her into the next month. "Tell me more about the video?"

**********

Ann didn't agree to do it, but said she would get back to him. She didn't even
consider the $300 job. Tyrone had said it was a private video for a
client, so there was no chance of her parents seeing it and it was a lot
of money. Johnny had only lasted a couple minutes when he had taken her
virginity, so it wasn't like she would have Tyrone's cock in her mouth
for very long. 

After talking to Tyrone, Ann went back to looking at the pictures. The
one labeled: Oh my god, he's huge-which actually mirrored her thoughts-
was the shot where she had first pulled down his lifeguard shorts. Ann's
mouth was open in shock at seeing that 10" cock for the first time. 

Ann imagined putting that cock into her mouth and couldn't see how it
would be possible. Then she had an idea. If she was going to do this,
she would want to make it as quick and easy as possible. 

********* 

Ann was wearing shades and a baseball cap as she walked into the sex
shop. A month ago, if someone had suggested that Ann Dutton, Miss Teen
Idaho, would be shopping for dildos in a sex shop, she would have
smacked them. Now here she was blushing furiously under her cap hoping
no one would notice her and of course every man in the store was looking
at her. Ann looked around and realized she was the only woman in the
shop. 

She pulled the cap down and quickly walked over to the sex toys. She
looked around for a while until she found one that was about Tyrone's
size, then discarded it as it was white and she wanted realism. Finally,
there it was on the wall, a fat ten inch black dildo, that almost looked
identical to Tyrone's cock. She grabbed it and preceded to the counter. 

The attendant was an older white man, who looked surprised to see a
pretty young girl like Ann in his store. He sneered at her when he saw
the black dildo. "Say don't I know you?" 

"No, I don't think so," said Ann paying for it and leaving. Before she
left, she noticed the man had been reading a magazine with a picture of
a women with her legs spread, getting her pussy shaved by a blonde girl.
Which reminded her, she should shave her pussy tonight. It was starting
to itch.

When Ann got home she quickly unwrapped the dildo and held it in her
hands. It was an uncircumcised black penis, with a wrinkly foreskin and
crisscrossed with veins. It was almost identical to Tyrone's cock. She
was impressed with the realism, but disappointed. It wasn't warm to the
touch like Tyrone's had been and she missed feeling it's veins pulsing.
Tyrone's cock had felt powerful, this felt like plastic. 

Ann sat down at the kitchen table and held the dildo up before her, so
that it looked like it was growing from the table top. 

"Alright Tyrone, let's see what you taste like?" she said, before
bringing her lips down around the head. Ann quickly pulled her mouth
back up, smacking her lips. Tyrone tasted like plastic. 
Ann got up and retrieved some honey from the kitchen. She poured it in
her hand and coated the dildo with it, running her hand up and down the
shaft, like she was jerking it off. She had jerked Johnny off a couple
times before they finally had sex. He had squirted a couple drops of
semen on her hand after a few strokes bucking and moaning as he came.
Stroking Tyrone was more rewarding. A piece of plastic was more of a man
then her previous boyfriend. 

Ann reached over and opened the magazine to one of the girls sucking on
a black cock around Tyrone's size. She bent back down and started
licking around the head, just like the girl in the picture. The honey
tasted a lot better then plastic. In another picture the girl was
licking down the shaft and in the next she was kissing his balls as his
cock rested against her face. Ann tried that, finding it wasn't all that
hard to do. 

In the next set of pictures, the girl had opened wide and taken the head
in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and her lips closed tightly around
four inches of the man's penis. Ann braced her lips against the plastic
pee slit and slowly pushed it into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide as
the thick part under the head entered her mouth. She gagged when it hit
the back of her throat. 

Ann took a break and fixed herself a sandwich, flipping through the now
familiar pictures as she ate. When she was done eating, she returned to
the dildo and tried again. 

The girl in the picture had pulled back the foreskin and was licking or
sucking on the head. Ann snickered at the picture. Tyrone's cock head
had been plumper then this guy's. The girl had it easy. 

Ann couldn't pull back the head on the dildo and she almost wished she
could have the real thing to practice on. She contented herself with
licking and slurping on the head of the dildo. Ann pushed down, taking
it into her mouth again and got a little more this time before gagging.

Ann decided it would be better to pretend it was the real thing. She
ripped some of the pages of her and Tyrone out of the magazine and
taped them to the bathroom door. She then stripped down to her new
g-string panties They were more comfortable then her navel-high old
Ones. She kneeled before the pictures. She held Tyrone up to the door
and imagined she was back on the set. 

"My hero," she said kissing Tyrone. "Let me reward you for saving me."
She kissed Tyrone again and then licked around the head. In her mind,
she wasn't on the set, but was on a real beach in the Caribbean,
rewarding the big Jamaican lifeguard who had pulled her out of the
water. In her fantasy, Tyrone was handsomer, like Latrell. 

Ann bobbed her head up and down about three inches of shaft. She started
pushing inch after inch into her mouth as she grew used to having it in
her mouth. At five inches, the dildo started penetrating her throat and
she gagged again She held it still suppressing her gag reflex until her
throat relaxed. Ann pushed another inch into her throat and then
another, vaguely aware that she was nearing an orgasm. "Oh Tyrone, I'm
cumming," she moaned after sliding his cock out of her mouth. She hadn't
even been aware that her other hand had pushed aside her panties and was
circling around her clit. 

Ann calmed herself down after cumming and quit playing with herself. She
went back to practicing on the dildo. She swallowed more and more,
holding it still as she leaned forward sucking the dildo in. After about
thirty minutes of practice Ann managed to swallow all but two inches. 

Ann felt pretty confident she could go through with this. It wasn't
really that hard. When she got tired of bobbing her head, she could
slurp on the cock head while she recovered. She found that if she
relaxed her jaw and wrapped her lips tight around the shaft, she could
probably make the real Tyrone cum quickly. Then her face drained as she
thought of him cumming in her mouth. She would have to talk to him about
that. 

Ann decided to practice off and on all night and she carried the dildo
around with her all through the house.

Before going to bed, Ann liked to relax in the tub. She turned the water
on and fixed herself a glass of wine while the tub filled. When it was
full, she turned off the water and climbed in, setting Tyrone in the
water and her glass of wine on the floor by the tub. She sighed as she
laid back in the tub. 

Ann rested for a few minutes, took a sip of wine. The Pakistani at the
liquor store had a crush on her and never asked for her I.D. Ann grabbed the soap. 

Ann decided to clean Tyrone off first. She scrubbed down the black
plastic, cleaning up her saliva and all traces of the honey. She rinsed
Tyrone off and just to make sure she still could, she deep throated him. 

Pleased with herself Ann dropped Tyrone in the water and watched it bob
and float on the top. Ann began soaping her arms and legs. She dropped
the soap and gave herself a quick shave, making sure her crotch was
devoid of stubble. 

Ann dropped the razor and grabbed the soap again. She washed her face
and ran the bar of soap down over her chest and breasts, sliding it
further down to her belly. 

Tonight, as she had every night since the nude photo shoot, her hand ran
down to her pussy and she began masturbating. She ran the soap up and
down her labia and then dropped it, pushing the tip of her finger inside
her. 

Ann closed her eyes, settled down in the water and moaned as she
fingered herself. She arched her hips as she plunged her finger in and
out of her horny pussy. Something nudged against her pussy and she
opened her eyes and looked between her legs. Tyrone had floated over and
the tip was poised on her pussy just like the real Tyrone's cock had in
the photo shoot.

Ann thought it was disgusting to stick an inanimate object in her pussy,
but she figured it couldn't hurt to just rub it along her labia. She
grabbed Tyrone and rubbed him over her labia as she moved her finger up,
teasing her clit. 

'This is nice,' she thought, moving Tyrone rapidly across her pussy
lips. As she moved the dildo, her labia began opening and she began
pushing the dildo harder against it. Her lips parted, sliding over the
head of the dildo as it entered her. Ann screamed as she came, when her
lips closed over the head. Ann pushed another inch in, loving the
unaccustomed thickness of the shaft. "Fuck me Tyrone. Fuck my pussy,"
she cried as she pushed five inches inside her and had her biggest
orgasm yet. 

Finally satisfied she pulled Tyrone out of her, wondering what the rest
of him would feel like. 

Ann drained the tub and dried herself off. She walked back out into her
kitchen. 'Fuck me Tyrone. Fuck my pussy,' she wondered where that
expression had come from. She walked over to the table and looked down
at the open Ebony and Ivory magazine. It was open to the part where
Tyrone's cock was poised on her pussy. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, read the
caption. Ann laughed and went to bed.

**********

Ann called Tyrone first thing in the morning and said, "Tyrone, I've
given it some thought and I'd like to do the video." 

"Great Ann," replied Tyrone. "I'll get Latrell in here to set things up.
It'll take a while to get things together. Come in around 3:00 this
afternoon." 

"I'll be there," she said hanging up. She grabbed her purse and went out
to do some errands. 

Ann returned in the late afternoon and quickly changed into her sweats
for work. She retrieved Tyrone from the bath tub, cleaned him off, and
proceded to practice deep throating it. Swallowing Tyrone reminded her
of how good the dildo had felt in her pussy last night and she started
getting horny. She checked the clock, there wasn't enough time to
masturbate, she'd have to do it when she got back. If everything went
according to plan, it wouldn't take that long to get Tyrone off and she
could be back to play with herself within a couple hours. 

**********

Ann stepped out of the cab and stared at the old warehouse that housed
the E&I modeling agency. She had almost had a change of heart on the
ride here. She was nervous and excited, scared and horny. Her nipples
were erect, making indentations on her sweatshirt. Ann felt her juices
between her thighs and it felt like her whole body was alive. She gulped
and approached the building. Just do this one disgusting act and she
would have enough money to make it through another month in the city

Ann had never seen the agency this busy. She entered the building and
walked onto the set. Latrell was busy arranging an array of video
camera's pointed at the beach set. Tyrone was puffing on a cigar and
seemed to be supervising the whole affair, He had already stripped down
to just the lifeguard shorts. Suzie was standing on the beach blanket
and Latrell seemed to be using her to focus the cameras. Even Mark was
there, he was writing something on large poster board. They saw her and
everyone paused to stare. 

Suzie ran over and grabbed her arm, pulling her over towards the makeup
chair. Ann had butterflies in her stomach when she walked in, now she
felt like a movie store everyone was making such a fuss. Suzie checked
her face and then said, "Go get in the shower, we're ready to start." 

Ann walked to the shower and stripped off her sweats. She stepped under
the shower and let the hot water run over her hair and body. 

"How you feeling Ann?" 

Ann jumped and quickly covered her body with her hands. Tyrone was
standing in the doorway, big beefy arms folded across his chest. Her
nipples popped out at the sight of him. 

"I just wanted to know if you wanted any pointers." 

Slowly Ann uncovered herself and continued her shower. It wasn't like he
hadn't seen her naked already. "I think I'll do ok." 

"You ever suck cock before Ann? I'm sure those little white boys back in
Idaho don't measure up to me" 

"No I haven't, but....What are you doing?" 

Tyrone was stepping into the shower with her. His hard muscled body
brushing up against her breasts. 

"I need to look wet too." 

Ann looked down and saw his cock bulging out his shorts. She immediately
felt a little weak in the knees. Ann stepped out of the shower and
Tyrone moved up under the water. 

She was turning to leave when Tyrone yelled, "Aren't you forgetting
something?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out the tiny g-string
bikini panties. 

Ann grabbed them and pulled them on. She left the shower and still
dripping she walked out onto the set. Mark whistled when he saw her and
she just winked at him. Ann was starting to like showing off her body. 

Suzie pulled her into the chair and applied some makeup. A few minutes
later Tyrone walked out of the shower. His body wet and glistening. He
walked over onto the set. 

"Ann we're ready for you," yelled Latrell. 

Ann gulped and on unsteady feet walked over to the set. 

"Ann, all you have to do is follow Tyrone's lead and read the cue cards
Mark is holding," said Latrell. She nodded that she understood and
Latrell continued, "Alright Mark pick her up. Ann lay back like you're
unconscious. ACTION." 

Tyrone effortlessly swept her up into his powerful arms and carried her
over to the towel.

Ann felt her self being gently laid on the towel and then Tyrone's lips
were pressing against hers. His tongue pushed against her mouth and she
parted her lips, letting him inside her. She remembered how his tongue
had accidentally touched her clit giving Ann her first orgasm. 

Tyrone pulled back and she opened her eyes. Ann decided to act and she
arched her back and coughed like he had just saved her life. She sat up
and looked up at her saviour.  Ann's eyes flickered over to the cue card. 
"You saved my life, how can I ever repay you?" 

"Suck my black cock you whore," growled Tyrone. 

Tyrone's abusive language startled her and she glanced over at the card.
They were all directed towards her. Tyrone must have memorized his
lines. "I can't do that. I'm married." 

"Suck my cock bitch or I'll put you back in the water." 

"Please don't make me do this." 

"Do it now bitch!" 

Ann got up and kneeled before Tyrone. She followed the cue cards
instructions and reached out a trembling hand, grabbing Tyrone in the
crotch. "That can't be real." 

"Take it out and find out." 

Ann reached up and grabbed the waist band of his shorts. She pulled the
waist band out and yanked it down. Tyrone's cock sprang upwards and
hovered before her face. She stared at it in awe. What the hell had she
been thinking? There was no way she could suck on that monstrosity. She
heard Mark clearing his throat and glanced over at the cue card. She
looked back at Tyrone's cock. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen.
It's twice as big as my husband's." 

"Quit staring and start sucking." 

Ann reached out and wrapped her hand around the base. She leaned forward
and kissed the tip, like she had the last time and unlike the last time,
she stuck out her tongue and licked around the tip, flickering her
tongue across the pee slit. She swirled her tongue around the head
before pulling back the foreskin and sucking the head into her mouth.
She held it in her mouth and licked all around it. 
Ann took a deep breath through her nose inhaling his masculine scent and pushed four inches into her
mouth. She sucked up, then down, up, then down swallowing another two
inches feeling the head slide into her throat. Ann removed his cock and
licked around the head while she caught her breath. When she was ready
again, she breathed deeply and lowered her head, she felt the gag reflex
coming at seven inches, but suppressed it and swallowed her maximum of
eight inches. 

Ann paused and stared at the remaining two inches sticking out of her
throat and at the curly black pubic hair on his crotch. Ann ran her eyes
up his sexy body until she was staring up at his face. Tyrone was
staring down at her a surprised look on his face. She went back to
sucking on his cock. This was so much better then the cold plastic of
the dildo. It was hot in her mouth and his cock seemed to throb with
life and power. 

Ann had decided to clamp her lips tight and bob her head as fast as she
could to end this as quickly as possible. She glanced over at the cards
and followed their instructions. She removed his cock from her mouth and
began kissing under the shaft. Ann cupped his orange sized testicles and
said, "Your big balls are so heavy and filled with sperm." Before
kissing down to them. 

This reminded her and she paused saying, 
"Tyrone please don't cum in my mouth." The big black man looked pissed
and she was afraid for a split second. 

"CUT," yelled Latrell. 

"I don't know Ann," said Tyrone. "We can probably get by with me giving
you a cum bath. Why don't you go check the contract. It's on the table
behind Latrell." 

Ann stood up and walked over to the table. 

"Suzie fill in," shouted Latrell. 

Ann looked over at Suzie. She walked over to Tyrone and kneeled before
him, sucking his cock skillfully and quickly into her mouth. Ann
suddenly flushed with jealousy. The little slut was sucking on her cock. 

Angry she looked down at the contract, smiling when she saw the $5000,
for sucking off Tyrone, but there was more. Swallow his cum $2000 or let
him spray his semen on her breasts $500. Show lifeguard eating her pussy
for $1000. Let the lifeguard put half his cock in her pussy, $2000. Show
him fucking her $5000. $3000 for anal sex. All money will be doubled for
each additional black man. 

Ann couldn't believe the amount of money she could make if she did
everything in the contract, nor would she do any of the things it
listed. Well maybe, she would swallow his cum and let him eat her, that
would net her $8000. 

Half the money was already spent in her mind when she looked up from the
contract. She walked back over to Tyrone. He had his hands on the back
of Suzie's head and was fucking her face. The little slut could swallow
the whole thing. Ann wouldn't let herself get showed up. 
"Tyrone, why didn't you tell me about the other offers?" 

"Ugh ugh, I-I knew you wouldn't be interested, s-so I said no. Suck that
cock bitch." 

Ann was impressed. The cameras weren't rolling, but Tyrone was staying
in character.  "I'll take over Suzie," she said looking down. "I''ll  swallow your cum
and you can eat my pussy." 

Tyrone nodded and Ann saw sweat on his brow. "I said, I'd take over,"
she yelled at Suzie. 

The slut was so into sucking Tyrone she wasn't paying any attention to
Ann. Finally, Tyrone yanked his cock from her mouth and with an angry
leer at Ann, Suzie stomped off the set. 
Ann grinned and kneeled back before Tyrone.

Ann wrapped her lips back around the head and slurped on it for a minute
or two before swallowing again. Ann's jaw was relaxed and she quickly
sucked in the eight inches she had previously. Ann looked at the
remaining two inches, already her throat felt stuffed, but she wasn't
about to let Suzie show her up. She closed her eyes and pushed. She
opened her eyes when she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose. She had
done it. 

"You suck a mean cock, bitch," said Tyrone grabbing her head and fucking
her face. 

Ann's mouth and throat could barely take the pounding Tyrone was giving
her. She must be doing something wrong, he was long past the point
Johnny would have cum, but then Johnny was a little boy with a little
boy's penis and Tyrone was a man with a man's cock. 

Something was happening. Tyrone was grunting and his cock seemed to be
swelling even bigger. She could feel the ridge on the head hardening and
scraping her throat as it slid in and out. Ann changed her mind about
letting him cum in her mouth. She tried to protest, but Tyrone just
continued to fuck her face relentlessly. 

Tyrone suddenly stopped with it buried in her throat and she felt his
cock spasm. Ann couldn't feel anything, but assumed he had just shot his
sperm into her belly. She was relieved that she couldn't taste it.
Tyrone pulled back a little until she could feel his sperm sliding down
her throat. He yanked back until his cock was in her mouth and she felt
it jerk again and another wad struck the back of her throat, and then
another, and then sperm just started to flow out of the head, running
over her tongue, and she tasted it for the first time. 

Ann was surprised at how hot it was and at how much of it there was. It was
filling her mouth quickly to the point where she had to swallow or let
it dribble out the sides of her mouth. She knew he had already shot
plenty into her belly, but for some reason she didn't want to swallow
any more. She gagged and sperm shot out her mouth and dripped down her
chin. She gulped, swallowing the rest, feeling it ooze down her throat. 

Tyrone pulled his slimy cock out of her mouth and wiped it off on her
face. He grabbed it with his hand and began forcing the remaining sperm
out. Ann's tongue flickered out and she caught the remaining drops of
sperm and swallowed it into her mouth.

"You enjoy your first taste of black seed, bitch?" 

Ann was working her lower jaw around and smacking her lips. She glanced
over at the cue cards and read them out loud. "Yes, god, yes. I love
sucking your big black cock." 

"Lay back, I'm gonna eat your pussy." 

Ann hadn't planned on going this far, but the thought of the cash bonus
had her seeing dollar signs and all she had to do was lay back and
enjoy. She glanced over at the cue cards. "I don't know, my husband has
never done that before. 

"Then you're in for a treat, bitch," said Tyrone, crawling on top of her. 

Tyrone started licking and sucking on her breasts. She moaned as he bit
them with his lips. They were rock hard when he started, but as he
licked around them with his tongue, they seemed to grow even fatter and
longer, until they were so sensitive they hurt. 

Tyrone started kissing his way down her belly. She watched her belly
spasm with each kiss, fascinated with the contrast between his dark
black skin and her tanned white belly. Ann's pussy was screaming for
attention, she could feel her clit becoming aroused and he hadn't even
touched her yet. Ann had never felt this alive. 

Tyrone kissed her belly button, his tongue slipping inside and
she sucked her stomach in. He moved down, kissing the slight bulge under
her navel and then he was kissing her bare crotch. Ann raised her hips,
wishing he would hurry up. She glanced quickly over at Mark, but all the
cue card said was, act like your enjoying it. She didn't think that would
be a problem.

Tyrone teased her to the point where she thought she was going to die.
He kissed all over her sensitive crotch, going as far as the nub on the
end and then stopping. Her body was going nuts, writhing around under
his kisses. 

Tyrone grabbed her legs, bending them back and holding her pussy open
for the cameras, she flushed crimson at being this exposed. Tyrone laid
down on his stomach, between her legs, his arms holding her spread open
for the cameras. She leaned up and watched him stick his tongue out,
slowly bringing it towards her pussy. 

Suddenly Ann couldn't breathe and she realized she had holding her
breath with anticipation. She slowly exhaled, but all that came out was
a long scream of pleasure as his tongue flicked across her clit and she
came. 

Tyrone was merciless. She hadn't even recovered from her first orgasm
when she had another. Tyrone ate her pussy like a starving man. His
tongue was licking up and down her labia from her clit to her rectum and
she was raising her hips to match each thrust of his tongue. Her belly
was undulating as she writhed in pleasure, throwing her head from side
to side. 

Ann came again and again. She came so much she was thankful when he
quit, but he had just paused to work two of his meaty fingers into her
pussy. Tyrone's fingers were bigger then Johnny's penis had been and she
had never felt so full. 

Tyrone continued to lick around her pussy as he slammed his fingers in
and out of her. She came again. 

For an encore, Tyrone's fingers found a spot on the top of her pussy,
deep inside and he began rubbing the tips of his fingers around it as he
sucked her clit into his mouth. Ann gasped and her hands gripped the
sand underneath the towel. Her pussy squeezed his fingers and then it
ballooned up as she had her biggest orgasm yet. Ann arched her back and
screamed again as the orgasm overpowered her senses.

Ann was thankful it was all over. She didn't think she could take any
more. She wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure. She did know
one thing though, when she did get married her husband was going to be a
pussy eater. 

Tyrone stood up, sand sticking all over his chest and crotch. Ann was
surprised to see he had a partial erection already. Tyrone reached down
and pulled her up. 

"Why don't you two go rinse off and then we'll get some penetration
shots," yelled Latrell, busily checking all the cameras. 

Ann followed Tyrone to the shower and watched while he rinsed the sand
off his chest. He motioned for her to join him and she stepped beside
him under the water, her breasts rubbing his chest.

"What did he mean by penetration shots?" she asked. 

We'll get some shots of my cock rubbing on your pussy and then we'll
change angles so that it looks like I'm fucking you. Unless of course,
you change your mind and actually want me to do it." 

"No, I don't think so," she said wiping sand off his back. 

Tyrone turned around and she felt his cock rubbing against her crotch.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. "What are you
doing?" she asked. 

"You need to get me hard for the next set," he replied. 

Ann gave in and fell to her knees under the shower. "It looks pretty
hard already," she said, staring at it. 

"Not quite, but if you don't want to do it, go call Suzie in here." 

No, I'll do it," she said hastily, sucking the head into her mouth before he
could yell for Suzie. For the next ten minutes, she sucked on his cock,
while the water cascaded over the top of her head. 

"Ready for you," yelled Mark, rapping on the door. 

Tyrone withdrew his cock and pulled her up. They stepped out of the
shower. "You liked sucking on my cock didn't you?" 

"Yes, I don't know why, but I enjoyed it," she said and she didn't
understand why she did. It made her feel both dominate and submissive at
the same time. It seemed completely natural for her to fall to her knees
before such a big powerful man and at the same time giving him pleasure
made her feel powerful too. 

"If you change your mind about me fucking you just beg me to do it
while we're being filmed," he said. Naked and dripping wet they walked
back onto the set. 

"Ok, but I've gone as far as I'm willing to go." 

"Here's what we're going to do, Ann," said Latrell. "Lay on your back on
the towel and we'll get some shots of him rubbing his cock on your
pussy. Read the cue cards. Then we'll turn you over and get some shots
of Tyrone fucking you doggy style. We'll take some close ups and then
switch to a front view. He can pump his cock between your legs without
penetration. Got it." 

"Got it," she said sitting down on the towel. 

Ann spread her legs and laid back. Tyrone kneeled between them and
pointed his cock at her pussy. "Now I'm going to fuck you good, bitch,"
he said getting back into character. 

"No please," she said reading the cue cards. "My pussy belongs to my
husband. There's no way I can take that monster." 

Tyrone rubbed his cock over her shaved crotch and then pushed it down
her slit. Ann moaned as the head rubbed against her labia. The lips were
spreading, wanting him inside her and her pussy muscles were sucking in.
Her mind may of said no, but her body wanted that black snake inside
her. Luckily, her mind won and she resisted.
 
The rubbing was having an effect on her and she felt another orgasm
building. Tyrone was pressing down hard and the tip was pushing into her
pussy. 

"Ann why don't you let him just push the head in?" called Latrell. 

Ann recalled there was another bonus for doing this and figured just the
head wouldn't hurt. "Ok, you can push the head in, but no more." 
She felt her lips stretch out and close over the head of his cock. 'This is
so much better then the dildo,' she thought as the head triggered her
orgasm. When she recovered Tyrone was working the head in and out, it
made a plopping sound each time he pulled it out. 

"Now switch," yelled Latrell. 

Ann missed Tyrone's cock head as he pulled it out, but she rolled over
obediently. She felt his cock rest between her ass cheeks and slide down
pressing against her rectum as he pushed down. It slid down further and
poked at her pussy lips. 

"Put the head back in," called Latrell. 

Ann sighed as the head entered her again. She looked over at the cue
card. "Ow, your black cock is splitting me in two," she cried. 

"What the hell is going on here?" yelled Latrell. 

Ann looked up. Latrell had stripped down to red lifeguard shorts and was
carrying a red flotation device. Tyrone leaned forward and whispered in
her ear, "Your money's doubled if you suck off Latrell. Read the card." 

Ann recovered from her surprise quickly. "Thank god," she cried. "This
lifeguard saved my life and forced himself on me. Please help me, I'm a
married woman." 

"I'll help you alright," said Latrell untying his shorts. "I'll help
stuff your holes full of black cock."

Ann looked at the cue card, it read: why are you doing this to me,
resist, then give in and suck on Latrell. 

Latrell pulled his shorts far out and then yanked them down, his cock
springing up like a long black diving board. His cock was beautiful. It
was even longer then Tyrone's, probably a foot long, but not as thick,
though the head was plumper. Unlike Tyrone, Latrell was circumcised and
his cock was dark brown, but the head was lighter, compared to Tyrone's
dark black cock. 

Latrell stepped out of his shorts and naked, he kneeled before her face.
His body was every bit as impressive as Tyrone's. He was taller, leaner,
but just as muscled. He looked more like a basketball player to Tyrone's
linebacker. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. 

Latrell's response was to grab the base of his cock and run the shaft
all over her mouth and cheeks. Ann held her mouth closed, turning her
head away from his cock, pretending to resist, when in truth she wanted
to suck him off. Would he taste different then Tyrone? Would he cum as
much? Could she swallow the extra two inches? Finally, Ann let out a
small moan and opened her mouth to kiss his cock. 

Ann went from kissing, to small licks, to slurping around the head, to
sucking about half of it into her mouth. Ann found it easier to take
Latrell into her throat as he was skinnier then Tyrone, the extra two
inches were a challenge though and try as she might she couldn't get his
entire foot long dong down her throat. 

Ann began deep throating him, moaning from time to time as Tyrone moved
his cock head around in the entrance to her pussy. She sucked on Latrell
for about five minutes, before she needed a break. She brought her head
up and let his cock plop out, licking the head while she caught her
breath. Ann wanted to see his balls, so she raised his cock up kissing
under it. His testicles were large and heavy, but not quit as big as
Tyrone's. 

Ann moved her head back up and was poised to swallow it again when
Latrell tapped on her shoulder. She looked up and he was jerking his
head at the cue cards. She kissed the tip and glanced at the card. It
read: yell fuck me with your black cock, fuck my pussy. Pretend to
struggle. 

"Fuck me with your black cock, fuck my pussy," she cried out. 

Latrell pushed the head of his cock into her mouth just as Tyrone pulled
the head of his completely out. Suddenly, Latrell's cock was forced into
her mouth as Tyrone slammed four inches into her pussy. 'My god,' she
thought, 'He thinks I gave him the go ahead to fuck me.' 

Ann struggled to say something, but Latrell just grabbed her head and
began fucking her face. Tyrone pulled his cock out and slammed it in
again. This time about six inches entered her, deeper then Johnny had
penetrated, deeper then she had pushed the dildo in. Her pussy was
squeezing his cock like it didn't want to let it go, but Tyrone removed
it again and slammed eight inches in. She tried to cry out, but her
scream was muffled by Latrell's cock in her mouth. 

Ann's pussy felt stuffed and stretched to the limit, but he wasn't done.
Tyrone pulled it out again and with another hard thrust, slammed his
entire fat, ten inches into her pussy. A scream of pain and pleasure
welled up in her, but the force of his thrust pushed her into Latrell's
cock and she swallowed her scream along with all twelve inches.

Ann's pussy was stretched and sore, but it was shaping itself around the
invader and her juices were flowing over his cock, lubricating every
inch. Thankfully, Tyrone was holding it buried in her so that she could
get used to it. 

Ann tried to free her mouth, to tell Tyrone to pull it out, but Latrell
wasn't letting her off his cock. He just grabbed her head and started
fucking her face. A few moments later, Tyrone began slowly moving his
cock out of her pussy, which closed up behind his shaft only to explode
out as he slammed his cock back in. 

The two men began fucking her fast, see-sawing their cocks in and out of
her, then switching to slamming their cocks into her at the same time.
Their rhythm was perfect almost as if they had done this kind of thing
before. 

The pain was gone now and his thrusts were starting to produce results.
Every nerve ending in her pussy felt alive when his cock was in her and
she began thrusting her hips back in time with his thrusts. She started
cumming every third thrust, the orgasms going off like a series of
firecrackers. 

Latrell came first after about twenty minutes of fucking her face. His
cock head swelled up so much it caught in her throat and she would have
choked if he hadn't pulled it out so that he was cumming in her mouth,
gobs and gobs of tasty sperm rolling off her tongue and down her throat. 

Ann sucked on his cock like a baby on a bottle wanting to swallow all
his sperm, but Latrell yanked it out and shot several strands of semen
onto her face and into her hair. Latrell stood up and walked away and
Ann turned her attention to the cock in her pussy. 

Tyrone was fucking her hard and fast, his big beefy hands grabbing her
ass cheeks. She jerked when his thumb touched her rectum. The thumb
stayed still for a minute then it started moving, circling around her
sphincter. Ann moaned. Tyrone was playing with her ass and she liked it.

Ann felt her sphincter opening as Tyrone pressed down with his thumb.
There was a brief moment of pain as the knuckle entered her ass and
after that there was only pleasure. Miss Teen Idaho was getting her ass
and pussy reamed and loving every minute of it. "I love it. I love your
cock. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me harder, harder," she said, no longer
needing to read the cue cards. 

Tyrone fucked her hard, reaming her ass with his thumb. His thumb was
bigger then Johnny's cock had been, so it was like getting fucked by two
cocks. Tyrone continued fucking her hard and fast beyond the limits of
her imagination and she realized even more how unrewarding Johnny had
been. 

With a loud grunt Tyrone buried his cock in her pussy. She felt it jerk
and spit its venom deep into her womb. His cum triggered a massive
orgasm and she shuddered and collapsed to the sand. 

When Ann woke up, her pussy felt like Niagara falls. Sperm was dribbling
out, oozing down her thighs. He must have shot some sperm on her ass and
the small of her back because she felt more sperm liquefying there. 

Ann looked up and found herself staring at Latrell's rejuvenated cock.
He laid down beside her and held his cock up. Ann knew what he wanted
and squatted over it, sighing as it entered her, thankful that his
thinner cock provided welcome relief to her sore, abused pussy. Ten
inches of his cock easily sliding in before meeting resistance. 

Ann rode Latrell's cock and came again, surprised there were still
orgasms left in her.  The days events and all the orgasms had left her exhausted and as she
rode his cock, her legs gave out and she collapsed, grunting as the
remaining two inches were forced inside her and she came again. 

Ann was just too tired, so Latrell did all the work, fucking her as she
laid on top of him. Ann stirred a little when she felt his finger poking
at her ass hole. It pushed in and she cried out in pain. It was too big
to be his finger. She looked over her shoulder. 

"This is for rejecting me the last time, bitch," said Mark pushing his
cock into her ass. 

*********

Tyrone walked into his office. Carol was monitoring the computer. "How
did the live feeds go?" he asked. 

"Excellent," replied Carol. "I watched the whole thing." 

"How many people were logged in?" 

"6000," she replied grinning. 

"Sweet Jesus," responded Tyrone, "That's three times as many as your
first live feed. How many video sales?" 

The smile left Carol's face and Tyrone grinned, women were so
competitive. The smile quickly returned though and she said, "2000." 

"33%, that's the highest ever." 

"And," she added, "When I saw how well it was turning out, I upped the
price to $24.95." 

"Very good Carol," said Tyrone shooing her out of his seat, "you made us
an extra $10,000.  Let's see what Ann's net worth is." He typed a couple keys and brought
up Ann's personnel information. E&I's computer systems calculated
statistics on each of their girls. Her lesbian rating was 77% from
posting pictures of Suzie shaving Ann's pussy on several lesbian sites.
Tyrone would have to explore that direction in the future. So far Ann
had made the company $137,396 in a few short weeks. Very 
impressive. 

The phone rang. Tyrone answered it, "E&I modeling agency, Tyrone Jones
speaking." 

Tyrone smiled at the voice on the phone, he had been expecting this call.
"Mr. King, what a surprise. What can I do for you?" 

Solomon King, the owner of all E&I enterprises, rarely checked in with his quasi-legal
enterprises as the people of New York considered him a respectable
business man and philanthropist. 

"I'm interested in the new girl," said the deep voice on the phone. "A
very impressive debut. I'd like to know all about her." 


Chapter 4



Ann was in a daze as the taxi pulled up before her apartment. Her pussy
hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore. Sperm dripped out of her pussy
and ass, soaking the insides of her sweat pants. She paid the cab driver
and entered her apartment.

Ann sighed with relief when she locked the door behind her. She was
nervous carrying around so much money in her pocket. Ann took out the
big wad of money and counted it again. Fifty one hundred dollar bills
were in her hand with more to come. Tyrone hadn't had her bonus money
available and she would be picking up the rest later.

Things had gotten out of hand at the video shoot, but the sex had been
incredible and the money would be enough to start her off somewhere on a
new, legitimate career. 

Three days later, Ann looked at the wad of cash and wondered where the
thousand dollars she had spent already had gone to. Sure, she had eaten
at some of New York's finest restaurants and bought some expensive wine,
but a thousand dollars? 

That evening, Ann turned on the bath water and sat on the toilet to
watch the tub fill with water. She had called Tyrone to see if the rest
of her money was there yet. He had replied, no and asked her to come in
to make another video. Ann had refused, but immediately her pussy had
started gushing when she pictured his cock. 

She was still horny as she sat and watched Tyrone the dildo slowly rise up in the
tub as the water level rose. Ann stripped and climbed in, sighing as the
warm water engulfed her body. She relaxed for a moment before shaving
her legs and crotch, her eyes flickering over to Tyrone floating around
as she shaved and rinsed herself. 

Ann grabbed Tyrone and laid back in the tub. She brought the dildo up to
her mouth and kissed the head, before sliding her lips around the tip.
Ann licked around the dildo and then started sliding it down her body
running it over her breasts and belly before bringing it down to her
crotch. 

"Fuck me, Tyrone," she whispered as she pushed the plastic cock into her
pussy. The dildo easily slid into her and she slowly began working it in
and out of her pussy. Her body started flailing as her thrusts increased
and her pussy exploded in orgasm. 

Ann turned over on her hands and knees in the water. She reached between
her legs and started moving the dildo again. "I love your cock," she
said, imagining herself on the set again, with Mark's cock rubbing on her
ass and Latrell standing before her. She came again, but it was missing
something. 

An hour later, Ann was wearing her baseball cap and sunglasses as she
stared at the black dildos on the wall. She had already found Mark, but
Latrell was proving difficult. Then her eyes fell on a nice foot long
dildo, a little thicker then Latrell, but she wouldn't be complaining.
She took her prizes up to the counter to pay for them. As the clerk was
ringing her up, she noticed a movie display being set up near the front
door. She grabbed her bag and proceeded to the exit, slowing to look at
the display. 

The movie was called, The Lifeguard's slut and sold for $24.95. Lying on
the floor being put together was a giant cardboard cut out of Tyrone
and... 

Everyone in the store turned to stare at Ann as her scream echoed
through the building. Ann noticed Tyrone and herself on the cover of the
video and the display was covered with blurred out scenes from the
movie. Ann saw the cashier approaching and ran out the door. 
"Hey, that's the girl in the...." 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, "You're 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 ma'am," 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 erections 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 Ann resting her hand on the magazine. 

The cop turned the Ebony and Ivory magazine over and began leafing
through it as Ann watched. "Why do people buy this crap?" said the cop
frowning. "All those doctored pictures. It just isn't real." 

"What do you mean "doctored" pictures?" 

"You know making the penises look so big." 

"Oh those cocks are real," said Ann, as the cop arrived at Ann's layout. 

The cop looked at Tyrone's cock and shook her head in disbelief. "How
come you ripped some of the pictures out?" 

Ann blushed again, remembering the pictures she had taped on the door.
She didn't answer.

"Listen Ann," said the cop. 

"How do you know my name?" 

"From your mailbox downstairs. Ann, I need you to help me get Solomon
King. All I need is for you to testify about what happened to you since
you got off the bus. If I can get a warrant, I can search this modeling
agency and if I can come up with anything connecting them to Mr. King,
we can bust him. 

"I'm not sure." 

The cop leaned forward. "Ann, this Latrell character was waiting for an
innocent girl like you to prey on. Think how many more girls might get
taken advantage of if we can't stop him." 

Ann thought about what had happened to her since arriving in New York,
the suggestive scenes with Mark, the nude layout where they were
supposed to doctor her features. lying about the video, her accidentally
giving Tyrone the go ahead to fuck her, and worst of all not getting all
the money she was owed. How many girls had there been before her? How
many girls would there be if E&I wasn't stopped? 

"I'll testify," said Ann. 

********* 

Ann gulped when the cab pulled up at the warehouse. Officer Desabitini
had told her not to go anywhere near the warehouse, but Tyrone had
called and said he had her money. She was going home tonight and would
return if Angela needed her to testify. Hopefully, her statement would
get Angela a warrant and they would find enough on King to bust him
without even needing her. 

Ann walked past a black limo, parked before the warehouse and she
entered the building. 
I
t was dusk and the warehouse was deserted. There was no sign of Latrell
or Suzie, and Carol wasn't sitting at her desk. Tyrone's door was
closed, so she softly knocked on it. 

"Enter," said a deep voice.

Ann opened the door and stepped into the office. A strange black man was
sitting behind Tyrone's desk. Even seated, she could tell he was a giant
of a man. His head was completely shaved and he sported a goatee. He was
very handsome, but the beard gave him a sinister appearance. His suit
was an Armani and she could see a gold Rolex on his wrist. Everything
about him from his dress to his mannerisms exuded wealth, power, and a
complete self-confidence. 

"Hello Miss Dutton," said the man. "My name is Solomon King." 

Ann backed up a step when the crime lord named himself. She turned and
looked at the door, but an ugly, massive black man had appeared out of
nowhere to block the exit. He was hideous. His face was dark black, with
a crooked nose, big lips, and crooked teeth. He was more fat then
muscles, and he completely filled the doorway. 

Solomon King stood up and came around the desk, leaning back against
it. He was around six and a half feet tall and looked to have even more
muscles then Tyrone. He looked a cross between Tyrone and Latrell.
Latrell's height and looks, with Tyrone's bulk and confidence. "I own
Ebony and Ivory 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 manila 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-black 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. Ann parted her lips and placed
them over the head of Solomon's cock. She held her lips tight as she
pushed forward, the head entering her mouth. She sucked up then down,
pushing another inch, then two inside her mouth. 

Ann attacked his cock like a madwoman, sucking more and more in. It
wasn't as hard doing him as the other black men she had sucked off. Her
throat seemed to be getting used to having a thick cock or dildo in it. 

At ten inches, Solomon moaned and grabbed the back of her head as he
thrust the last two inches in. Behind her, she heard Bull grunt his
approval at her oral skills. 

Solomon took over after that. He grabbed her cheeks and began pushing
and pulling her head along the entire length of his cock. His hands were
big and powerful, completely engulfing the sides of her head. With
little effort those strong hands could crush her head and she felt weak
and powerless as she kneeled before him, sucking his cock. She had also
never felt more alive in her life or more like a woman. Her body was on
fire, aching to have his long, fat cock slamming into her. 

Her only purpose in life was to please the man holding her life in his
hands. She was so confused by her feelings, that she was only vaguely
aware that his cock had started growing over the last several minutes.
The head had become so big that the increased friction in her throat was
slowing his thrusts. 

He came when the head was in her mouth. One second there was nothing,
the next, her entire mouth was full of cum. His first wad had completely
filled her mouth, before he shoved his cock into her throat forcing
sperm out the sides of her mouth. She felt another large wad shoot down
her throat as the hard ridge on the top of his cock scraped her the top
of her throat. 

Ann felt his cock spasm as Solomon held his entire cock in her. It
jerked several more times and even more sperm shot into her belly. He
slowly removed his cock from her throat, leaving the head in her mouth
as he continued to cum. It took two wads to fill her mouth now, as she
greedily swallowed his sperm. Then it took three jerks of his cock to
fill her mouth with sperm. Finally, his cock settled down, but it
continued to pump sperm into her mouth in a steady stream. 

Ann was in a daze as Solomon pulled his cock out and wiped it off on her
face. Her stomach felt full and bloated, like she had drank too much.
She was vaguely aware of being effortlessly lifted by strong arms and
carried from the room. 

The next thing Ann knew was that her clothes were being ripped off and
she was moaning as Solomon unhooked her bra and gently teased her
nipples with his mouth and tongue. Somehow, he had managed to remove his
clothes and his muscular, hard body was covering hers. She felt his cock
nudging against her wet pussy and she spread her legs, wrapping them
around his ass. 

She moaned and thrashed as the tip of his cock entered her giving her an
orgasm. His thrusting member met little resistance as it continued to
force it's way deep into her pussy, milking more orgasms from her body.
 
Solomon began pounding her hard, harder the Tyrone had, harder then she
had ever been fucked before. His thrusts were so powerful the entire bed
was bucking beneath his thrusts. The leaping bed forcing her pussy up to
meet each thrust of his cock. 

Ann became aware of a constant screaming sound and realized it was
coming from her own throat as she came constantly. Her nails were
digging into his back as he fucked her like a wild animal. 

Solomon's weight left her and she gasped for fresh air, missing the
feeling of his body crushing hers. He hadn't quit though. He hooked his
arms under her knees and lifted her entire ass off the bed until her
pussy was level with his cock. He began fucking her hard again. 
Ann could see Latrell and Tyrone now that Solomon's body wasn't blocking
her view. They were standing on either side of the bed holding cameras
and taping the action, but she didn't care any more, she loved being
fucked by strong men. Tyrone was zooming in on Solomon's foot long cock
slamming in and out of her pussy and Latrell was running his camera
along her body, capturing the look of ecstasy on her face, her sperm
coated chin, and her erect nipples. 

"Here it cums," yelled Solomon. Tyrone and Latrell turned, both focusing
their cameras on his cock. 

Ann felt him cum again. His sperm striking places untouched deep in her
pussy and she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Solomon's cock kept
cumming as he thrust it in and out of her pussy his thrusts churning his
sperm, forcing it deep into her womb. She looked up in time to see him
pull his cock out, covered in his sperm and her juices, as it shot a
large wad of sperm that left a string from her nipples to her belly
button.

Solomon was close to being finished. He pointed his cock down at her
shaved crotch and stroked a few more drops of semen onto her body. 

Ann just laid on the bed, arms and legs spread, staring at the ceiling.
She was vaguely aware of Solomon walking around naked smoking a
cigar and occasionally talking to Latrell or Tyrone. Bull walked over to
the bed and unzipped his pants, pulling out a gargantuan cock. 

"No, please don't..." she muttered staring at it. The black monster was
the biggest, ugliest thing she had ever seen. It was bigger and thicker
then Solomon's, bigger then her forearm. He was uncircumcised, the head
peeking out at her as big as an orange. His balls were as big as the
cantaloupes her mom grew every summer. Bull's cock was some kind of
freakish abomination. 

"Shit bitch," said Bull. "I knows you can'ts handle this mutha. Just
jerk me off." 

Ann sighed with relief and sat up on the bed. She wrapped both fists
around the shaft and began jerking his cock. It was dry, so she tried to
coat her palms with the copious amount of precum pouring out of the pee
slit, but it wasn't enough. She saw a jar of Vaseline shoved in front of
her face and looked up to see that Latrell had moved in close again with
the video camera and was handing her the Vaseline. 

Ann took the Vaseline and began coating Bull's cock with it. It took
half the bottle to cover the entire eighteen inch dark black shaft. She
did a practice stroke and satisfied he was well lubricated, she began
jerking him off. 

Thankfully, Bull kept his shirt on covering his fat belly, but she was
still disgusted when it jiggled as she stroked him off. He was also
breathing heavy and sweat was pouring off his brow. Wet marks were
spreading across his shirt under his arms. His smell was intoxicating.

He began thrusting forward into her hands, his cock hurting her as it
poked her in the forehead, coming dangerously close to her eye. She
moved her head back away from the striking black snake. 

Ann watched fascinated as the head emerged from the foreskin with each
stroke. It was growing, fattening, hardening, and she knew he was close.
Tyrone and 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. It was hot and good.

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 pants 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. Ann found herself scooping up more of his sperm and bringing it up to her lips.
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.
These were real men. 

Solomon grabbed the jar of Vaseline and began coating her rectum with
Vaseline, circling 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." 

"Thank you, sir," said Ann.

Epilogue 

The landlord let Angela into Ann's apartment and she had a look around.
A rent check was sitting on the table and the landlord greedily snatched
it up and left her alone to look around. 

About half Ann's stuff was gone. The closet was still full of baggy
clothes, Knee length skirts, and heavy sweaters. Her toothbrush and
cosmetics were gone from the bathroom. Angela closed the door and saw
the pictures of Ann and the black man taped on the door. She kneeled and
looked at them, running her finger along the hard black cock Ann was
sucking in the photograph. She knew it had to be faked, but tears welded
up in her eyes as she remembered sucking on Tony's fat Italian sausage
before the thug's bullet had left him paralyzed from the waist down two
years ago. Luckily, she had been pregnant with Maria at the time and
they were still able to have a family. 

Ann stood up, surprised to see that Ann had left three large black
dildos sitting on the bed. Hopefully, wherever Ann had went, she had
gotten her act together and wouldn't be needing them anymore. She
wrinkled her nose in disgust and decided to let the landlord throw the
disgusting sex toys away. 

Angela was on her way out when she noticed the message light blinking on
the answering machine. She pressed it and listened hoping for a clue.
"You slut," said a woman's voice. "How dare you fuck that jungle bunny.
My daughter's a whore! Someone emailed those pictures to all your fathers
coworkers and even the pageant judges. Your father's had a stroke cause
of you, you ungrateful little bitch. I'm not going to have a slut for a
daughter." The woman hung up. 

Angela shook her head and walked down to the squad car. Her partner James
was driving. She sighed when she saw his eyes staring at her breasts as
she sat down beside him. "Any luck?" he asked, his white teeth standing
out against his black face. 

"She's gone," said Angela. "Just drive." Angela thought of her two year
old daughter. She would do everything she could to protect her from men
like Solomon King when she grew up. This was her city and no one was
going to prey on naive young women as long as she wore a badge. 

The squad car pulled out onto the busy street and sped off into the
traffic. 

********** 

Solomon walked over to the cabinet and filed the video labeled "Ann
Dutton," alphabetically  right after Mayor Dunleavy. He stepped back and
admired his growing collection of blackmail videos, before securing the
cabinet. 

He lit a cigar and put his hands in his robe as he walked out on his
balcony overlooking central park. He had two sluts waiting for him in
his bed, but even his mighty cock was tired from the day's work out. It
just wasn't the same unless he blackmailed or seduced them away from
their husbands and once he had, he moved on to the next conquest. He
thought of the look on Ann's face when she saw the pictures in the
envelope addressed to her parents, and she didn't even know he had
already emailed the pictures to everyone back home. He thought of the
mayors wife screaming for him to fuck her after he had slipped ecstasy
into her wine. He smiled as his cock started growing. Daniel Trump had a new
super-model girlfriend he had been showing off at the last charity
function they had attended. She would make an excellent target. 
He felt cold air on his cock as it emerged from the folds of the robe.
He realized it was now rock hard at the thought of seducing the
billionaire's new girlfriend. Before heading back to the sluts, he took one
last look out at the city, his city. 

The End

Author's Note: This was the first story I wrote in the E&I saga and maybe the best story to start with. When I started writing "Fresh Off The Bus", I hadn't planned on making it into a massive series. That idea occurred to me about half way through writing the story. I ended up combining this story with one I had planned about a genetically altered super soldier wandering around the country and Solomon King was born. In my E&I folder at asstr-mirror.org, I keep both a series description and a timeline for the E&I series. Reading those might give interested readers a better understanding of the series. The stories, Solomon King and Solomon King 2 are prequels to this one. After that, I recommend reading the series in order of the timeline.


  
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