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   The Blackchelor: Part 7 An E&I Enterprises Story Copyright 2006 by
Stormbringer
   38 Paris' Second Date
   "Not my idea of a date, yo," grumbled Mustafa.
   Paris stared wide eyed at the black giant sitting across from her in the
limo.  "Your producers thought it would be good publicity.  BITCH has
wanted to interview me for awhile now."
   "I wants to be alone with you.  To gets to know you better."
   "Perhaps latter." Paris felt the dampness between her legs.  Mustafa was
so totally ghetto.  He was big, ugly, and uneducated.  Paris was unsure if
this was the correct move to jump start her career, but now she was
contractually obligated to see this through.  No one would buy the concept
of an ugly black brute with a slim white heiress such as herself.  But, boy
did he make her wet!  He stank of masculine dominance and the smell was bad
enough she rolled the limo's window down for fresh air.  The air helped
clear her head, but she kept squirming in her seat with horniness.  The
limo pulled up to the BITCH magazine building in Hollywood.  One of the big
black cameramen was already there waiting to film them.  He opened the door
and Paris got out, followed by Mustafa.  The second black cameraman was
standing nearby.  Both would follow them the whole day filming everything.
The couple was greeted by Olivia Smythe, the magazines editor-in-chief. 
She seemed stunned by the giant black man standing beside the willowy Paris
Holden.
   39 Photo Shoot
   Bored, Mustafa wandered around the offices of BITCH magazine.  Olivia
had set up a feature interview with Paris and the heiress was supposed to
plug the upcoming reality show featuring her and Mustafa.  He saw a door
labeled photography studio and pushed it open.  Abe the cameraman followed
him.  Lucas was filming Paris' interview.  BITCH was only a year old and
the interview/reality tie-in was hoped to boost their subscriptions.
   "Oh oh, that's simply fab, you gorgeous hunk of man.  Now drop that
loincloth." A young white model dropped his loincloth and stood naked
before an obviously flamboyantly gay photographer.  The model flexed his
impressive muscles.  "That's it stud, pose honey.  Work the camera.  See if
you can puff that juicy dick up a little." The model grabbed his penis and
jerked it once or twice until it started swelling.  "Nice!" The
photographer snapped some photos, but was interrupted by a derisive snort
behind him.  "Excuse me.  I'm trying to work here...." The photographer
turned and stared at the giant black man.  "Oh my lord!  Look at you."
   "Sorry to disturbs you, but I was laughing at his little boy's prick."
   "Fuck you," growled the model.  His penis was nothing to be ashamed of.
   "And I bet you can do better, big guy?" The photographer looked down and
saw the lump in Mustafa's pants.
   "I thinks I can do twice as better," grinned Mustafa.  The black brute
unceremoniously undid his pants and yanked his cock out.  The huge slab of
black meat made a smacking sound as it hit his hand.
   "I think it's time this magazine had it's first black centerfold.  I'm
Dedrick." The photographer turned to the model, "Get lost Benjamin." "But
what about my money?" Benjamin, the model's penis had gone completely
flaccid at the sight of Mustafa's massive cock.
   "Maybe we'll use you next month.  Centerfolds make $15,000," he told
Mustafa.
   "Good," grunted Mustafa.  This was turning quite lucrative for the
onetime Stony Harbor gardener.  He was making 10,000 for each contestant he
fucked and he hadn't given up hope on Paris yet.  "I'm Mustafa."
   "Get up there and strip ya big hunk." Dedrick found himself completely
enthralled by Mustafa.  This man was certainly not of the standards of a
centerfold model, but Dedrick just wanted to stare at his dick.  BITCH
probably wouldn't use these pictures, but Dedrick could keep them for his
personal collection.  The gay man was a size queen and he had finally found
a king-sized cock.  "Go slow, honey." Dedrick started snapping pictures. 
"Good goddess.  Look at that thing rise.  Swollen is fine, but we're not
supposed to show you completely erect."
   "Not much I can do about that," said Mustafa.
   "Is there anything I can do for you, honey?" Dedrick asked hopefully.
   "No thanks."
   A disappointed Dedrick sighed.  "Oh well, I'll just keep snapping some
shots.  Pose for me baby."
   "Dear god!" There was a loud gasp by the door.  Mustafa looked over at
Mrs.  Smythe and Paris while Dedrick ignored them and kept shooting
close-ups of Mustafa's cock.  One of the black cameraman zoomed in on the
women's expressions while the other filmed Mustafa.  "Dedrick, what do you
think you're doing?"
   "Sorry boss, but I'm going with the big guy here as a centerfold."
   "You can't use those shots." Olivia couldn't get over the size of
Mustafa's prick.  The crooked monstrosity was over a foot long.
   "I know.  I know.  It doesn't appear like it's going down anytime soon."
   "Well wait awhile and you can shoot Paris for the cover.  You can go
change into your bikini in the changing room, Miss Holden.  Paris nodded
and walked towards the changing room.  Her eyes never left Mustafa's dick
the whole time.
   "I wants to be on the cover too," growled Mustafa.
   "Sorry honey, it's not in our budget." Dedrick walked to a computer to
download his pictures to prepare for Paris' cover shoot.
   "We'll find the money.  I want the big guy here on the cover with
Paris." Oivia licked her lips as she stared at Mustafa.  "This is going to
be the issue that puts us on the map."
   "I hate to say it Musty, but you got to cover that gorgeous slab of dark
sausage up for the cover shot." Dedrick watched Mustafa walk over to his
clothes and grab his tighty whiteys.  The contrast looked good against
Mustafa's dark skin even if his underwear looked about to burst.  "The
cover pays $20,000, Musty.  That will be in addition to your centerfold
pay. Not bad, huh big guy.
   " Paris walked out in her bikini.  She was young, hot, and beautiful. 
She had a thin build, with a long flat stomach.  Mustafa found her almost
too skinny.  She looked great from the front, but like a stick viewed from
the side.  Her breasts were small, probably barely a B-cup.  One of
Mustafa's meaty hands could cover her entire breast.  Paris could clearly
have been a high fashion model though Mustafa preferred women with stripper
or porn star bodies.  Still, her bikini clad body wasn't making his cock go
down any.  "Where do you want me?" She asked.
   Dedrick held his camera up and bit on his thumb nail deep in thought. 
"Change of plan, sweety.  The big guy is gonna be on the cover with you. 
We'll have him stand behind you and put his arm across your chest.
   Mustafa grinned and walked over to Paris.  Though unplanned, this was
working out perfectly.  Paris' bikini was black so that the contrast
between the black man in white briefs and the white woman dressed in black
would look great on film.  He stepped behind Paris and wrapped an arm just
under her neck.
   "Stoop a bit Musty, you're too tall." Dedrick just held the shutter
down, taking shot after shot.
   Mustafa stooped and smirked as he brought his cock up against Paris'
ass. She jumped forward, a look of shock on her face.
   "Stand still woman." Dedrick wanted to get her out of the picture and
she was wasting his time.  "Back it up."
   "No, it's poking me."
   "Lucky you, honey.  Just do it and I'll make it quick."
   Paris gulped and backed up into Mustafa's bulge.  She felt the dark
monstrosity twitch as she touched it.  "Sorry, it's just not comfortable
like this," whispered Mustafa in her ear.  She felt him pull the briefs
down and his monster penis sprang free.
   "Smile, Miss Holden." Dedrick was really getting frustrated with her. 
"You've modeled before.  Quick looking so horrified."
   Paris placed a fake frozen smile on her face.  The massive cock was
touching bare skin around the material of her bikini.  His huge testicles
smacked against her thighs.  If that monster had been buried in her pussy,
the head would be buried up to her belly button.  The thick shaft slid up
and down a little and the small of her back suddenly felt wet and slimy. 
She couldn't hold back the a look of disgust from replacing the fake smile
on her face.  The ugly black man had just cum on her back.
   Dedrick sighed at Paris' expression.  "Oh well, hopefully one will work
for the cover.  You can go now, Miss Holden.
   A grateful Paris, stepped aside, letting Mustafa's big log fall free. 
"Goddess, it's magnificent," said Dedrick licking his lips as Mustafa
stepped out of his underwear.
   Olivia Smythe stepped closer to Mustafa and kneeled just several feet
from his throbbing black cock.  "It still hasn't gone down.  I want this
thing in my centerfold, but you can't be fully erect.  Can you masturbate
to make it go down?"
   "Nope.  I don'ts do that."
   Dedrick stepped forward.  "I'll just have to suck him off then.  I'll
make any sacrifice for my craft."
   "No men," growled Mustafa and a surprised Dedrick took a step back in
fear.  The power of that growl had made his legs weak.  Mustafa stepped
towards Paris who took an involuntary step back.  The black man then turned
towards the still kneeling Olivia Smythe and stepped forwards until his
bulbous cockhead waved under her nose.  "You take care of it."
   Olivia was a classy older woman, nearing fifty.  She was attractive when
dressed as a successful business woman, but not someone you'd glance twice
at on the beach.  Her hand came up to push Mustafa's cock away from her
face, but when her hand closed around it, she didn't let go.  "I can't do
this, I'm married.  My husband..."
   "Doesn't have half the cock that you're holding in your hands now.
   "Wha...  what do you want me to do?"
   "Spit in your hand and start jerking the muthafucka for starters."
   Olivia spit in her right hand and began coating the big cock with her
saliva.  Paris watched aghast from just a few feet away.  Mustafa's massive
black cock was so big that the older woman couldn't seem to generate enough
saliva to coat it.  Luckily, the cock seemed intent on making the job
easier on Olivia.  Paris watched as little squirts of fluid shot from the
knobby cockhead.  The heiress realized that the black man hadn't actually
cum on her back.  His penis had just been producing lubrication and his
precum was producing in amounts greater then a normal man's ejaculate. 
Paris glanced at Mustafa's enormous fruit-sized testicles, the right ball
the size of an orange and the bigger left as large as a grapefruit.  How
much sperm would those things produce?
   The giant cock had now produced so much lubrication that Olivia's hand
was now smoothly gliding along the shaft.  Her other hand was now massaging
Mustafa's larger testicle.  Paris found herself kneeling down to watch and
inching herself closer to the incredible hand job taking place before her
eyes.  Olivia seemed barely aware of her surroundings.  It was as if she
were hypnotized by what she was doing.  Like Paris, she was bringing
herself closer and closer to the huge shaft.  `She's gonna do it,' thought
Paris.  The fat cockhead brushed Olivia's lips and the editor and CEO of
BITCH magazine opened her mouth and kissed the tip just as another shot of
precum coated her lips.  Olivia licked the precum off then started sucking
the head of Mustafa's cock.  Olivia brought both hands up to the shaft and
held it still as she rapidly bobbed her head.  Paris reached out and cupped
the larger testicle.  "It's so warm,' she thought kneading it.  Paris slid
her hand up to the base of the shaft just under Olivia's hands.  Paris
gripped it finding it to be as hard as a steel pole.  Olivia released the
shaft as she tried to swallow more of it down her throat.  Paris slid her
hand up when the older woman paused to gag.  Paris stroked it several times
and felt the black pipe swelling in her grip and it began to throb.  Paris
pulled the shaft bringing it towards her mouth then found herself lying
flat on her back as Olivia pushed her away.  The CEO had just placed her
lips on the head again when it blew.  Paris watched in awe as the force of
ejaculate seemed to push Olivia's head back and a wave of sperm fanned out
from the cockhead to splatter on Olivia's face.  Those huge balls weren't
finished with the one load either.  More sperm shot out to ruin Olivia
Smythe's expensive blouse and ruin her hair.  Paris convinced herself that
she hadn't been about to suck on it herself before Olivia pushed her away.
She was both relieved and a little jealous.  Mrs.  Smythe had now wrapped
her lips around the head and appeared to be swallowing still more semen.
   Paris stood and walked back into the changing room to get out of her
bikini.  She passed the black cameraman who had his camera pointed at the
blow job still taking place.  "Your not filming this are you?" she asked.
   "I always wanted to make a porno," he grinned at her.  He went back to
filming.  "Of course, we can't air this on television.  It'll be for my
personal collection."
   Paris disappeared behind the screen to change.  `I dodged a bullet,' she
thought.  What would she do if a sex video of Paris Holden showed up on the
internet?  Her grandfather Conrad Holden would have had a conniption and
the notoriously "reformed" racist would have disowned her.  When Paris
finished changing she merged to find that Dedrick had disappeared and
Mustafa had dressed.  Olivia hadn't cleaned up and her face was soaked with
liquefied sperm.  The area around her mouth was clean as if she had licked
it all up.  Mustafa handed her a business card.  "Ask for Tyrone Jones and
he will find you all the models you need."
   "As long as they're like you Mustafa.  I might even take this magazine
in a more adult direction.  We need to show cocks like yours in all their
glory, not just a little swollen.
   "Time to go.  Come on Paris," ordered Mustafa and Paris leaped to follow
the domineering black man.
   "Head on back and I'll catch up," yelled the cameraman.  He turned to
Olivia.  "There's something I need to take care of." The black cameraman
unbuttoned his pants as he walked over to Olivia.  "I'm not gonna be
satisfied with just a blow job Mrs.  Smythe."
   Olivia nodded and began undressing.
   40.  Commercial break
   "You're the king on King cruise lines where you'll be treated like
royalty."
   A beautiful woman in a white cruise uniform stood on a ships deck. 
"Welcome aboard the Caribbean King, the first ship in King cruise lines
growing fleet.  King Cruise lines is the only cruise line servicing the
island of Trinibogo.  Set sail with us from Port Miami and you'll be
treated to three days of world class entertainment from shows to gambling
in our casino.  There's plenty to do aboard the Caribbean King." The scenes
showed couples dancing, playing blackjack, and a husband skeet shooting. 
"Or do nothing at all." Two women lounged in bikinis while a muscular black
man served them drinks.  "Then spend two days on the island of Trinibogo
before heading for home.  King cruise lines makes 24 trips a year with
special trips for high school senior week and college spring break.  So
come aboard, you won't regret it."
   "You're the king on King cruise lines where you'll be treated like
royalty."
   41.  The Dinner Date
   The maitre-de frowned as the ugly black man belched.  Even in a tuxedo
the uncouth black man looked out of place eating at a five star restaurant.
At least the odd couple had some privacy from the other diners so that a
black cameraman could film the couple for some reality show.
   "Good fucking steak," growled Mustafa, "But the fucking thing wasn't
even half the size of my dick.  Look up gourmet in the dictionary and it
says, small and expensive."
   "My shrimp salad was excellent," replied Paris.  "I'm quite full."
   "You sure?  I can give you sumthin else to fill you up."
   The color drained from Paris' face.  Her pussy actually seemed to spasm
with a quick surge of lust and she felt her nipples harden.  Her body
wanted to except his offer.  She could still smell that masculine scent his
cock gave off.  "I'm full, thanks."
   "I was talking about my cock." Mustafa wasn't sure if she had under
stood his double end table or whatever the word was.
   "I guessed as much.  It's getting late and we should call it a night. 
It's been a long day."
   "Wanna do the hot tub in my room?"
   "No thanks."
   "One drink then."
   DON'T go to his room, Paris, she thought.  "One quick drink." She should
be safe, the cameraman would be there, though he was as intimidating as
Mustafa.
   "Fab," said the black man mimicking Dedrick.  Mustafa then guffawed at
his own humor.  "Let's go."
   Thankfully, the limo ride back to the hotel was short.  Mustafa put one
meaty hand on Paris' knee and she figured it was easier just to let him
rest it there.  In the elevator, Mustafa pushed the button for the
penthouse.  The giant black man turned to Paris and quickly swept her into
his arms.  The heiress didn't even have time to resist.  His ugly lips
pressed down upon hers.  Mustafa was so much bigger then she was, for a
moment she felt like she was about to be eaten by a giant.  Then her body
started responding and she kissed him back, their tongues teasing before
his shoved past hers and into her mouth.  She felt that massive cock harden
against her belly as she was swallowed up in his embrace.  He didn't
release her until the elevator dinged at the top floor.  Paris was
breathing heavily and looked pale after the kiss.  She stared right into
the lens of the cameraman who had filmed the entire kiss.  `My god,' she
thought.  `If there was know way of getting caught, I'd fuck him.  If the
old man sees that kiss, I'm out of the will.  Her grandfather didn't have a
high opinion of blacks.
   Paris followed Mustafa as he left the elevator.  She glanced behind to
see the elevator doors close with the cameraman still inside.  "He's not
coming!"
   "No, the room has it's own cameras set up.  The bedrooms clean as is the
bathroom."
   "Oh." Paris followed Mustafa into the room.  She'd stayed in the
Penthouse many times on trips to Los Angeles and the heiress quickly picked
out the mounted cameras.
   "I'm going to get out of this monkey suit," said Mustafa loosening his
tie.
   Paris snorted at the term monkey.  Mustafa resembled a gorilla in many
ways.  It was almost as if he were a racist caricature of a black man.  She
immediately felt ashamed at the thought.  She examined the cameras, not
aware that there were plenty of hidden cameras watching her too.  The
contract for the reality show specified that they would be filmed at all
times even when they weren't aware of the cameras.
   "There that's much better," said Mustafa walking into the room.  "Miss
me?"
   Paris turned and gasped.  The black man had returned to the room
completely naked.  His gargantuan cock was fully erect and jutting out with
that leftward slant.  "What are you doing?  The cameras!"
   "Don't worry about them." Mustafa had two towels draped over his arms.
He unfolded them and tossed each one over the two cameras.  "That'll turn
off the sound too," he lied.
   "I should get going." Paris backed up, staring at the giant black cock
as it approached her.  Mustafa put his hands on her shoulders and pushed
down.  His grip tightened and he pushed harder as she still resisted until
she collapsed and his cockhead waved under her nose.
   "Shit baby, just doin ya a favor.  You don't have to share it with the
other bitch now.  That muthafucka's all yours.  Now suck that big black
cock and I promise it'll be goods to ya."
   Paris breathed in the amazing scent again and realized that the black
man was right.  He was doing her a favor.  She should be honored to have
this powerful weapon all to herself.  "Thank you," she said thinking that
it sounded stupid as she leaned forward and took the bulbous cockhead in
her mouth.
   Mustafa groaned and placed one meaty black hand on her blonde head. 
"That's it baby, suck that muthafuckin cock."
   Paris cringed at his crassness, though she was used to it by now.  Old
man Conrad would have been horrified to see her with any black man even a
handsome well-spoken one.  If he ever found out she was with a man like
Mustafa, he'd have a stroke.  Strange thing though, Paris wasn't sure if
she could stop at that point.  I'm going suck this cock until my mouth
fills with his cum even if Armageddon were starting.
   Paris paused.  "It's so big," she moaned.  She used one hand to stroke
the base of the big shaft while massaging his balls with the other.  She
was rewarded with a groan from the black man that filled her with
happiness. Mustafa's happiness was her happiness.  Paris liked giving blow
jobs and was quite good at it, but she didn't feel she could do justice to
Mustafa's big cock.  She took the head back in her mouth, redoubling her
efforts.
   Paris relaxed her throat and let the head push deeper in deeper.  It's
so hard and unyielding, she thought.  As she bobbed her head.  Her throat
thrummed as she could feel the steady beat of his pulse through the giant
puffy blue veins that ran down his shaft.  She continued to bob her head
over half the long shaft while stroking the base with her hand.  A tear
welled up in Paris' eye as she realized the black cock was outlasting her
ability to make it cum.  Her neck began to hurt and she started to tire. 
Mustafa sensing her distress, grabbed her head and held her still as he
began to force his cock down her throat.  She groaned her thanks and held
still as he forced his cock deeper then she had taken him so far.  He
bucked his hips faster and faster as he held her head tightly between two
hands that could have crushed it like a melon.  I'm completely at his
mercy, she thought and the idea sent a wave of horniness through her body.
   Paris almost gagged, but Mustafa didn't slow down.  My god, it's getting
bigger.  I'm not going to be able to handle it.  The thrumming in her
throat increased as his pulse rate increased.  The massive black cock
swelled up until she thought she'd choke to death on it and she paced her
hands on his hips to push him away.  Her survival instinct was stronger
then her desire to please his black cock.  The cock bucked in her throat as
she pushed him back.  Her belly filled.  Mustafa pulled back and hot sperm
slid down her throat.  It wasn't like a wad, it was like a hose had been
turned on.  The cock's head entered her mouth which quickly filled with
semen.  Paris' eyes flew wide at the taste.  It was good!  The hot richness
filling her mouth made all the aches and pains of sucking him worthwhile.
She swallowed, gulping a mouthful, but his ejaculate had beat her, spilling
out of her mouth.  The hose had declined and the sperm was shooting out in
bursts now more like a normal man or at least one with balls the size of an
elephant's.  Still, the bursts could fill her mouth and more sperm dribbled
down her chin as she swallowed as fast as she could.
   Mustafa didn't want her to swallow it all either.  Before his cock was
finished, He pulled it out completely and shot another wad that splattered
on her face and hair.  Then he aimed down and stroked a few more wads out
to coat her designer dress.  He acted every bit of the animal marking his
territory.  "You is a pretty good cocksucka.  A few more times and you'll
be swallowin the whole thing.  I'm gonna go takes a piss, then I'll stuff
your puss with this thing and maybe that boney ass too."
   Paris kneeled on the floor dazed and gasping.  She watched as he left.
Mustafa left the bathroom door open.  There was a pause and then she heard
the splashing of a powerful stream of urine filling the toilet.  She stood.
One hand reached up as she started to slip out of her dress.  Then she
found herself running.  The toilet was flushing as she fumbled through the
penthouse door and into the elevator.
   The small wire camera in the elevator light looked down at her as she
scraped up some of the semen on her chin.  Paris looked at the big glob and
sniffed it.  Her fingers were in her mouth before she could stop herself.
Cold, but it's so good," she thought, scraping more into her mouth.  She
was thankful the Penthouse suite had a private elevator and no one could
walk in on her.  The elevator opened in the lobby and she scurried out,
heading quickly for the pool.  She walked down by the darkened pool area
gulping fresh air into her lungs as quickly as she could.  It took many
minutes before her head cleared of the black man's scent, though the memory
of it still filled her with lust.
   42 Round 2 Eliminations
   Ann Dutton strolled out to the pool looking magnificent in her tiny
string bikini.  "We've come to the end of round two.  Which of our lovely
ladies will our handsome Blackchelor eliminate now." Paris stood nearby
looking at her feet.  She wore a string bikini.  Nancy stood next to her in
a more modest bikini.  It was the one she'd worn surfing with Mustafa. 
Kerry was next wearing a conservative one piece suit and a skirt over that.
Mustafa stood across from them on the diving board.  He was wearing only
the tiny crotch huggers that showed off his massive bulge.  "Well Mustafa.
Who will it be?  You've now had two dates with each of our three
contestants.  Which two do you want to have another date with?  Who will be
eliminated?  Will it be Nancy Hu, the surfer girl?  Will it be the lovely
Kerry Martin the preacher's daughter and future missionary?  Or will it be
the lovely Paris Holden?  Mustafa, it's time to choose."
   Mustafa rubbed his fingers on his chin as if in deep thought.  "Kerry,
you're beautiful and you hide an incredible body under those bulky clothes,
but you may be too conservative for me.  Nancy, I had a blast with you,
surfing and diving with sharks.  And then there's Paris.  Paris allowed
this ugly black man to become a model and showed me a world of fashion and
parties that I've never seen before and frankly don't care for nor fit in."
   Paris stared at the black man.  Don't pick me, she repeated over and
over in her head as Mustafa continued talking.  Eliminate me, you black
bastard.  I don't want to do this anymore.
   "Kerry Martin," announced Mustafa suddenly.  "I want to see you again."
   Ann gestured towards Kerry.  "Kerry, come stand beside Mustafa," she
said to the blushing contestant.  Kerry stood on Mustafa's left while Paris
and Nancy squeezed closer together.
   "Nancy Hu." Mustafa held his hand out to the pretty Amerasian.
   Oh thank god, thought Paris.  I'm out, though the thought left her
disappointed.
   "Nancy, it was fun, but the beach life isn't for me.  Paris, I want to
see you again."
   In shock, Paris shuffled over to stand on the Mustafa's other side.  He
stepped off the diving board and put his arms around both women.  Paris
stared down at his massive bulge unsure whether she had the will to resist
it on one more date.
   The camera focused on Ann Duttton again.  "The blackchelor has chosen.
Nancy's out, Kerry and Paris our in.  Tune in Saturday, for episode 8."
   43 Months later
   Nikki Holden slid her fingers as deep into her pussy as she could get
them.  There was a knock on her door.  She ran to open it, her boyfriend's
eyes opened wide at her nudity then a smirk turned his mouth up.  Within
minutes, she was lying beneath him as he thrust his little penis in and out
of her.  Nikki stared at the ceiling.  She'd never considered it little
before.
   Nikki hadn't seen her sister since she left for the reality show
auditions.  Paris had called her family sounding nervous and told them that
it hadn't worked out and not to watch it.  The internet was rife with
rumors about the show, including a trial to stop it.  Most rumors Nikki
scoffed at.  When "The Blackchelor" finally aired on pay per view, she had
missed her sister's first episode, but gotten the second and just watched
her sister turn slut for an ugly giant black man with a huge cock.  I need
to find a white guy with a cock that big, she thought.  How could you do
that Paris?  How could you suck that ugly black man's penis?  Grandfather
needs to know what she's done.
   Nikki's boyfriend grunted and ejaculated inside her.  Nikki was quick to
roll him off her.  She sat up and reached for her cell phone.  She loved
her sister, but felt betrayed by her behavior.  "Grand pop, we need to
talk," she said when he answered the phone.

   
  
Part 7