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The Blackchelor
An E&I Enterprises story
Copyright  2003 by Stormbringer


1. Case Dismissed

Kerry cried openly on the witness stand as Reginald Jordan stood to
cross examine her.
"Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he said, walking the
file up to the young preacher's daughter, and black cock loving slut.
"I'll make this short and simple. E&I Enterprises is a porn company and
that's a matter of public record. Of course, myself and most of you find
what they do distasteful." Jordan was laughing inside, but outside he
had the perfect poker face on. The jury was clearly sympathetic to the
young woman. "E&I invested heavily in the Blackchelor including giving
the winner the prize valued at one million dollars. What has happened to
personal responsibility in this country? What, I ask? Kerry Martin
didn't have to do any of the things she doesn't want people to see on
the television. She states she didn't know she was being filmed. Well
Miss Martin is either a liar or an idiot."

"Objection!"

"Sustained," said the judge.

"Pardon me, your honor." Jordan opened the file. "Is this your
signature, Miss Martin?"

"Yes."

"Exhibit A. This is a signed contract clarifying that Miss Martin would
be filmed at all times. AT ALL TIMES. It is also a release form
declaring that this reality show would be aired on television. Isn't
that right Miss
Martin?"

"I didn't know it was a pay per view sex channel."

"Miss Martin, if you sign your name, then you're to blame." Jordan
looked over at the jury. "If she signed her name, then she's to blame."
He looked at her lawyer, the courtroom, and the judge. "If she signed
her name, then she's to blame."

"I didn't know what I was signing!" cried the young woman.

"Your lawyer wasn't there, so I don't care. When you sign your name,
you're to blame."

The judge banged his gavel. "Mr Jordan, this is a courtroom, not a Dr
Seuss book. However, Miss Martin, when you sign your name, then you are
to blame. Next time have your lawyer present. This was a waste of the
courts time. The law is clear, ruling in favor of E&I Enterprises. They
may air their little reality show. Case dismissed."

2. A Reality Show With A Twist

"Tonight four women will compete to get chosen by one man. The woman he
chooses will get a month long stay at the Trinibogo Springs Spa for its
patented youth and body enhancing treatment. This prize is valued at one
million dollars. What the women don't know is that the man they will be
competing over is neither rich nor famous. In fact, he works as a
gardener and occasionally in amatuer porn as seen here on E&I pay per
view. "I'm Ann Dutton. You may recognize me from my E&I films such as,
"The Black Man Cums Thrice" and "Wendy and The Witchdoctor." I'm here at
the fabulous Holden Hotel in downtown Los Angeles." Ann walked through
the ritzy lobby and the camera paned around showing the curtesy desk,
bell boys, and guests checking in. "We've secured the penthouse
honeymoon suite for our "Blackchelor" and suites for each of our four
contestants. Our story will unfold here at the Holden Hotel and Los
Angeles over the next ten episodes. Our "Blackchelor" will spend a day
with each contestant. After getting to know each woman, he will
eliminate one from the game. We will then procede to second dates with
our contestants after which, the next woman will be eliminated. The
remaining two women will go on third dates with our "Blackchelor" after
which he will pick the winner. The lucky woman will receive a month long
stay at the Trinibogo Springs Spa, a prize valued at one million
dollars. I'm your host, Ann Dutton and this is "The Blackchelor."

The music and credits rolled. 

"I'm Ann Dutton and I already mentioned that our four women of non-color
are not aware the man they will be competing over is a black man. These
women have all been selected from backgrounds unlikely to have dated
members of a different race or culture. There's one other thing these
four women don't know. Our black stud will be paid ten thousand dollars
for each contestant he fucks on camera. That's forty thousand dollars if
he gives the big ole black snake to all four women. That's a lot of
money to a gardener. Lets meet our contestants."

3. The Contestants

"Good evening ladies. I'm Ann."

"Hi, Ann," the four women all said. The women were all stunning, in
their twenties, and wearing evening gowns. 
 
"Well are you ready to meet the handsome bachelor?"

"Ready, Ann," they said.

"Lets introduce yourselves first. We'll start with you, Kate."

"I'm Kate O'hara. I'm from Omaha, Nebraska where I work as a dental
hygenist." Kate was a gorgeous redhead with bright green eyes. She was
tall, willowy, and quite buxom for one so skinny. She had the pale white
skin common among redheads as well as the light rosy freckles on her
cheeks. She was wearing a sequinned green dress and appeared nervous and
desperate, though she had a bright smile.

"I'm Nancy Hu from Honolulu, Hawaii. I'm eighteen. I just graduated high
school and I hope to be a professional surfer." Nancy was Amerasian with
long, straight black hair, and a deep tan. She had a cute, innocence
about her and was shy enough she was blushing as she looked into the
camera. Her dress was blue and strapless.

"I'm Kerry Martin of Topeka, Kansas. During the week I go to school
where I'm studying to be a social worker because I want to spend my life
helping people. On weekends, I help write sermons for my father who's
head of the first baptist church of Topeka." Kerry must of drove her
father nuts. She was a blue-eyed blonde with the face of an angel and a
body designed by the devil himself to tempt men. Her dress was the most
chaste, ankle length and it covered her shoulders, but it did little to
hide her incredible figure. 

"Hi, I'm Paris Holden and yes, my grandfather owns the Holden Hotel
chain. I'm twentythree. I like to travel and attend parties. I do a
little modeling and hope to try acting." Paris looked directly at the
camera and her smile was dazzling. She was thin and had a models
slightly waifish body with small breasts and a magnificent ass. Her
dress was pure New York fasion show. The belly was cut out showing a
flat, tanned stomach with a belly button pierced by a real diamond. The
back was cut so low, the top crack of her ass was visible.

4. Meet The Blackchelor

Ann took back the microphone. "Well these are our four very lovely young
women. Lets meet our handsome bachelor. Bachelor, come on out." The door
to the motel opened and a giant black man walked out. The women gasped.
They had expected a white man in a tuxedo and had gotten a very dark
skinned, very ugly black man in jeans stained by paint and a tee shirt.
"Ladies, this is Mustafa, our lucky bachelor.

"Where, behind the black guy?" asked Kerry.

"Is this a joke?" asked Paris.

Kate's mouth flew open. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hand around
a cross on her neck. When she opened her eyes, she stood up straight and
smiled.

Nancy looked shocked. She continued blushing, unable to look at Mustafa.
She stared at her feet.

"S'up? You is all fine looking women and I can't waits to get to know
each and every one of yous better," said Mustafa walking around and
looking each woman up and down. The women tended to focus on his arms
which bulged with muscles and his tee shirt stretched so tight across an
equally muscular chest, it looked about to rip. "Well I seems to be
gonna spend one day with each of yous. Who wants to be da first?"

Kerry giggled. Paris snorted. "I'll go first," said Kate O'hara. 

"See you tomorrow then," said Mustafa looking at her from top to bottom.
"Nice." Kate shivered under his predatory gaze. Mustafa turned and waved
at the girls as he entered the Holden Hotel and headed to the elevator.

Ann stepped forward. "Well, what do you think of your mystery man?"

"I knew this would be some kind of trick. All these reality shows are
tricks any more, but I'm just here for exposure." Paris winked at the
camera and spun around.
 
"Yes, I want out," said Nancy. "I knew this was a mistake."

Ann smiled. "I'm afraid, you're all contractually obligated to play the
game and don't forget there's a prize valued at a million dollars to the
winner."

"He's different, but I'm willing to get to know him better." Kate looked
unhapy, but resigned.

"I'm afraid I don't date black men. My family isn't racist or anything,
but we do think the races shouldn't mingle, but I'll honor the
contract." Kerry smiled sadly. "I think it's cruel of this show to toy
with that poor man's emotions. We're four women a man like him could
never have. We'll break his heart. It's like you went out of your way to
pick the worst possible guy. The poor man looks like a big dumb gorilla.
He can't even speak proper English.

"I can assure you all that Mustafa is quite gifted in other ways," said
Ann, slicing her hand across her throat to cut the camera. "And now a
word from our sponser."

5. The Sponser

The screen showed a black and white photograph of a beautiful young
woman in a cave girl bikini outfit.

"That picture is from a movie I did forty years ago. I'm Raquel Walsh
and this is me today."

The still disappeared to show the famous actress attired in the same
bikini in the same pose wading in the clear blue water of a Carribean
beach. The woman looked nearly the same, maybe ten years older, but more
fit and with much bigger breasts. "What is this miracle, you ask? It's
the Trinibogo Springs Spa." 

The camera traveled through rooms of a spa, mud baths, steam rooms, a
muscular black man massaging a woman, etc,  while Raquel continued
speaking. "One month and one million dollars, the Trinibogo Springs Spa
will make you younger, healthier, more fit. It will enhance your figure
or give you double your money back. How do they do it? I can't say, it's
a patented secret known only to a select few Trinibogons. All it takes
is one needle and one month to change your body forever and there's
absolutely no surgery." 

"Look at me," said Raquel appearing in her bikini once again. "I'm
living proof. I'm seventyfive years old, but my body is that of a thirty
year old. My breasts are bigger, fuller, firmer, and one hundred percent
real. I burn off calories so fast, I eat whatever I want and I now look
younger then my daughter. And the biggest miracle? I'm pregnant!" Raquel
cupped her belly and smiled lovingly at it. The Trinibogo Springs Spa
changed my life and it can change yours too. The fountain of youth is
not in Florida. It's on Tinibogo." 

"The Trinibogo Springs Spa."

6. Episode 1: Kate's Date

"Ready for our date?"

"Looking forward to it," said Kate with a forced smile.

"Mustafa."

"Kate O'hara. Do you have a last name?"

"Just Mustafa."

Kate took his arm. "Well where are we going?"

"Venice beach. I hopes you is wearing a bikini under dat sundress."

"I am," she said, the producers having told her what to wear. "Wow! Your
arms are huge. What do you do for a living?" Kate squeezed his bicep as
they got in a stretch limo parked outside the hotel.

"I'm a yard worker on Long Island. Champagne?" 

"Yes, gladly, though it's early," said Kate. She sat beside the
oversized black man, a camera mounted across from them filmed the
conversation. Kate let her bare leg rub against Mustafa's sweat pants
covered leg.

"What do yous do for a living?" The black man rested one giant hand on
Kate's exposed leg.

"I'm a dental hygenist. Smile. Let me see your teeth." Kate stared at
Mustafa's mouth. "They look perfect, no fillings. I'm impressed. You can
tell a lot about a man by his teeth. You must take good care of them."

"Not really. This your first date with a black man?"

Kate just nodded and fingered the cross around her neck. "I come from a
strict Irish Catholic family. Not that we're racist, we just never
thought about it. My dad didn't even care for the fact that my last
boyfriend was a protestant."

"You don't seem too upset."

"I'm not upset at all," said Kate putting her hand on his knee.

"Venice beach," called the driver, an older white man, coming to a stop.

"I'll change in the car," said Kate while Mustafa got out.

Kate sat back and rubbed her temple. She could of lived with a black
man, but good lord, did he have to be so ugly? Mustafa looked like a big
brutish ape. His skin was dark black. He had big, flat lips, a broad
nose and a short afro with sideburns. He was a full foot taller then her
5'6". His arms seemed abnormally long, helping to give him the apeish
appearance. Plus, he barely looked eighteen and she was twentysix.
Still, being confined in the limo with him, Kate had noticed a strong
very sexual animal magnetism coming from the black man which was no
doubt why her nipples were so hard right now.

Kate looked at her bikini top. It was very skimpy, made worse by the
fact her nipples were stretching the material even more. She still
couldn't believe she was about to appear in public dressed like a tramp
with a big ugly black man and a television crew filming her.

Even now, the camera crew, also two over-muscled black men, were
pointing the camera at the limo waiting for her to emerge. Kate gasped
when she saw Mustafa standing by the car. He'd left his sweats on, but
had pulled off his shirt. Kate had noticed he was muscular, but his
chest was even more impressive then she had thought. Every 'cep, 'ab,
and muscle seemed to bulge and was well-defined. 

Kate pulled her sundress off and closed her eyes, summoning up her
courage. She opened the door and stepped out into the sun. One of the
camera men whistled loudly through his teeth. Kate faked a smile. "Well
what do you think?" she asked as Mustafa checked out her body. 

"Baby, you is fucking grade A white meat," he growled.

Kate looked over at the crew, but they were laughing and continuing to
film. She guessed they'd edit out his language. They were also busy
panning their cameras up and down her body. Her bikini was very small,
exposiing a lot more of her tits and ass then it covered. It was also
light pink, which blended with her pale white skin making her appear
almost naked. High heeled sandals accentuated her calves.
"Well where to, big boy?" she asked.

"Hold on, lets me remove my pants," said Mustafa. 

The big black man untied his sweats and her eyes automatically followed
his hands as they pulled them down. Just as Kate realized she was
staring right at his crotch and was about to avert her gaze, she noticed
he was bulging more down there then on his chest. Her eyes grew wide and
her mouth fell open with disbelief. Mustafa was wearing tight
swimbriefs, that seemed stretched to breaking. It looked like he had
shoved a bratwurst and a pair of oranges in his briefs. Kate pulled her
gaze away and looked directly into a camera that was busy capturing her
expression.

"Ready," said Mustafa holding out his hand until Kate took it. "Lets
just walk around. I wants to show off my white woman."

Kate kept glancing sideways at his crotch as they walked along the
beach, the camera crew running along to keep filming them. The bulge
under his swimwear seemed to swell and shift a lot. The material was so
tight, she could make out a vein running down the shaft. On one shift of
his penis, the fat head came into view under the elastic. Kate looked
away before she was caught on camera and she noticed other beach goers
were staring at Mustafa's crotch.

Kate also felt a little pride. Her figure was easily as good as the many
faked boobed actress wannabes lying around. The only thing they had over
her was a nice tan to her pale skin which reminded her, "I shouldn't be
this exposed. Would you rub suntan lotion on me?" 

"Sure, baby," said Mustafa,"but first, I'm gonna do this." The giant
black man pulled Kate into his arms and leaned down to kiss her.

Kate pulled away, but quickly recovered remembering why she was doing
this. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, then opened her eyes wide
in disgust as Mustafa clamped his big lips over hers, immediately
thrusting his tongue down her throat. Kate pulled back, but he held her
tight. Her shoulders dropped as she resigned herself to her fate.
Mustafa started thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth simulating
sex and Kate suddenly turned equally as disgusted with herself. She had
started unconsciously raising her hips up and pushing her crotch against
him. This caused his crotch to push against her belly. She felt his
penis grow and shift against her skin. It was truly a monster. When
Mustafa finally released her, she was a little dazed, though he was the
most disgusting kisser she'd  ever met.

One of the camera men tossed Mustafa a blanket and sun block. Mustafa
spread the blanket out on the sand and Kate laid down on her stomach.
She reached behind her and lifted her long red hair off her shoulders as
Mustafa began coating her shoulders and neck with sun block. He
straddled her thighs and she could feel the weight of his penis and
testicals pressing down on her ass as he worked his slick hands down her
back. For what it was worth, it was a pretty good massage. She closed
her eyes and enjoyed the rubbing and the heat from the sun, pretending
it was a handsome white man touching her.

Mustafa's hands reached her ass. One big finger pushed her suit between
her cheeks so that her ass was fully exposed. Kate just laid there and
let the big brute have his fun. He squeezed and kneaded her cheeks,
pushing them together then pulling them apart. His finger hooked around
her suit and pulled it out of her crack. Instead of straightening it
out, he pulled it to the side exposing her crack. Mustafa poured some
sun block between her cheeks and rubbed one finger down between them.
She gasped and jerked as his big finger reached her anus. He was pushing
down so hard, the tip actually pushed in a little. 

This was too much for Kate. She turned, struggling to get up and noticed
the camera men had zoomed in on her ass. Jerks, she thought, that wasn't
something they could air on television. She also noticed they had bulges
nearly as large as Mustafa's under their shorts. Were all black men
gifted in the penis department?

Mustafa didn't let her get up. He rolled her over on her back. Instead
of straddling her, one of his knees forced its way between her legs
until she spread them open and around his waist. Lotion soaked black
hands started rubbing her belly.

Kate looked at the contrasts between his huge black hands rubbing her
fair, freckled skin. His enormous shaft pushed hard into her crotch and
her panties started getting soaked with arousal. His hands moved up,
slipping under her bikini top. Lotion soaked fingers circled her areola
before twirling her nipples around between his fingers. Kate couldn't
help herself and she started writhing, grinding her crotch into his
shaft. The camera men were still filming and it actually aroused her a
little more at being watched. 

Kate looked down her body and gasped when she saw Mustafa's penis. He
was fully erect and well over a foot long. His suit was some kind of
elastic material that stretched to accomodate such a large penis and
equally sized testicals. The material hugged his package like a second
skin. "Now you do me," he said.

Mustafa moved asside and laid on his back as she straddled his thighs.
He cupped his hands under her ass cheeks and pulled her forwards until
his erect penis was between her legs. Kate bit her lower lip to supress
a moan as she poured lotion on his big barrel chest and started rubbing.
His muscles were so hard, she couldn't indent his skin no matter how
hard she pushed down on her fingers. Kate pushed her crotch down hard on
his shaft, thinking this might not be so bad after all. "Why you so
agreeable?" asked the black man. "I knows I ain't yo type."

"I need to win," said Kate feeling guilty. She was so horny, she'd
forgotten why she was doing this.

"Why?" he asked, and she told him.

7. Kate's Interview

"How badly do you want to win?" asked Ann seated on the couch by Kate
O'hara.

Kate fought not to cry and continued faking a smile for the camera.
"Actually, I hope to sell the prize. I rather need the money." The smile
dropped. "You see my mom's rather ill, she needs a bone marrow
transplant." Kate finally broke down and did start crying. "We don't
have insurance."

"There, there," said Ann. "You're quite attractive. I'm sure if you play
your cards right, this guy won't stand a chance.

"Maybe, he'll be my prince charming, save my mother, and sweep me off my
feet." 

"Maybe," said Ann, ending the interivew.

8. Leverage

"Grab my cock."

"What?"

Mustafa pushed Kate back so that she wasn't straddling his shaft
anymore. "Show me what yo willing to do to win this game."

Kate reached down between her legs and wrapped her hands aound his
shaft. "It's so big. How is this possible?"  

"That's a black cock, baby, and it's going to be your new best friend." 

"There's no way it could fit in a woman."

"You're about to find out. We is gonna skip dinner." Mustafa stood up
and Kate continued to hold his cock until he was standing over her. "Why
don't you gives it a little kiss."

Kate found his obscenely large penis pointed right at her nose as she
kneeled before him. "What? Here? Are you kidding?"

"You wanna help yo mama?"

Kate nodded and brought her lips up to kiss the fabric over the
stretched cockhead.

Mustafa smiled, pleased. "Lets go befo someone calls the cops."

Sunbathers stared in shock at Mustafa as the two walked back to the
limo. The giant black man might as well of been nude. His massive cock
stuck straight out before him with the elastic briefs stretched tight
around it. Even the white limo driver stared at it in shock as he held
the door open for them. "Leave it off," snapped Mustafa as Kate reached
for her sundress. He sat back and spread his legs. "We got a long ride."
When Kate didn't take the hint, he snapped, "Come suck my cock, bitch."

Kate felt sick to her stomach. She hated oral sex and had only done it
once with her high school boyfriend who she had thought she was in love
with. "But the camera?"

"They'll edit it out. Now hurry or I might start my date with the next
bitch sooner then I thought."

God, he was a vulgar man, but Kate smiled and kneeled on the floor
between his legs. There was one good thing about this, he might be too
worn out to try to stick that thing in her, but to wear him out, she'd
need to make him orgasm. Her instincts told her those big balls would
produce a lot of sperm and she'd risk getting some in her mouth, but mom
needed her to do it. "First, I'll do what you want tonight, but you
gotta agree that I'll win the contest."

"Depends whether or not you does a good job. You know what I'm saying?" 

"I understand. Where do I start?"

"Ya starts by taking it outs, ya dumb bitch."

"You black bastard! Do you have to be so condescending?"

"Yeah, I do. And you is a dumb bitch. Tomorrow when you wake up a black
cock loving slut, you'll be a smart bitch. I don't care fo yo attitude
either. Why don't you address me as master?" 

Kate got it. The worse she treated him, the worse he treated her. She'd
made a mistake telling him how desperate she was and givng him the upper
hand. "Alright, lets get this overwith." 

Mustafa slapped her hand away as she reached for his briefs. "Never
mind. You lose. You still don't gets it."

Kate was stunned. Her hand retreated from his bulge and circled the
cross around her neck. "Wait, I'm sorry. Please Mustafa, my mother needs
this operation." 

"You gonna quit disrespecting me?"

"Yes. Please give me a secnd chance? Please?"

"Please what, bitch?"

"Please let me suck your cock?"

"Little better. I'm still not convinced."

"Please let me suck your big black cock, master?" Kate sighed with
relief when Mustafa nodded. She was so worried he might change his mind
again, her hands quickly grabbed his briefs and pulled them out. The
material was extremely elastic as if it were designed specifically for
such a big crotch. Kate pulled it out, revealing his pubic hair and the
root of his thick shaft. She leaned forward as the waistband caught on
the head of his cock and gave his briefs an extra pull. His mighty cock
sprang up and smacked her in the right cheek before she could check it
out. Mustafa raised his hips and helped push his briefs down his thighs.
"Jesus!" 

"Wouldn't have been half as big." Mustafa was sneering at her
expression. 

Kate would of thought he'd be thrilled to have a white woman about to
suck his cock, but instead he seemed contemptuous of her. Kate got the
impression she wasn't the first white woman in this position. Hard to
believe? Maybe, but as Kate stared at it just inches from her nose, she
found herself lusting for it. It's manly smell filled the interior of
the limo and her senses until Mustafa's massive organ was all she could
think of.

"Talk, bitch. Tell me what you is thinking."

"It's so big. I can't handle it." Kate did handle it. Her hand came up
to squeeze the rock hard head and shaft. It was so hard, it could of
been plastic. It was bigger then a foot long by an inch. The shaft also
had a freakish leftward curve. In fact, his whole crotch had a weird
leftward slant to it. His left testical was a big as a grapefruit while
the right was the size of an orange. "I had no idea there were cocks
this big."

"How many white boys you been with?"

"Just three."

"How do they compare and don't forget to call me master."

"One was maybe half a long and half as thick. The others less.
They...don't compare, master."

"That's why they is just boys. You is about to have a real man's cock.
You is privliged. Now starts suckin, we is halfway home."

Kate did feel priviliged as she bent his big cock down while leaning
forward. She licked her tongue across the head, wincing as she tasted
his precum. The precum wasn't that bad and Kate relaxed as his cock
continued to leak large amounts of the substance into her mouth. His
cock seemed intent on lubricating itself, his precum rivaling her other
lover's entire orgasms. Kate quit licking the head and pushed down until
the end slid between her lips. She felt like gagging with just the head
in her mouth, but she supressed her gag reflex and bobbed her head over
the tip. 

Kate found herself bobbing her head more rapidly and tightening her lip
lock on the shaft to increase friction. Her hand was stroking his shaft
up and down. She couldn't understand why she was reacting as if eager
for him to orgasm. She was content sucking on the end of his cock.
Unfortunately, Mustafa wasn't.

Two meaty black hands grabbed the sides of Kate's head. She could feel
the strength in them and thought that if her were to clap them together,
her head would splatter like a grape. Yet, he never squeezed hard enough
to hurt her. Instead, he began controling the bobbing of her head.

Kate glanced up the crooked black shaft and up the over muscled torso to
his face. He was still sneering at her as she felt is cockhead press
against her throat. Kate felt like choking, then it was gone only to
come right back as he pulled forwards again. He pulled her head farther
forwards with each bob until half his cock was sliding back and forth
down her throat. Kate continued sucking half his cock. She'd done this
much with her last boyfriend, but his cock wasn't nearly as thick.
Still, he had enjoyed being deepthroated. Kate looked up to see if
Mustafa was enjoying it. 

He was. The sneer had turned more into a dumb grin, but his eyes still
looked at her like she was nothing but a means to service his cock. He
brought the entire bottle of champagne up to his lips and gulped it so
fast he spilled some down his chin. Drinks like an animal too, she
thought suddenly realizing that his hands weren't on her head anymore
and she hadn't slowed down. 

Kate continued sucking a little longer until Mustafa put the wine bottle
down and squeezed her head again. This time was easier as she'd grown
used to breathing through her nose. His bulbous cock head forced it's
way deeper and deeper down her throat. Kate stared cross-eyed
down his rapidly shrinking shaft until she shut them when she thought
his pubic hair would poke her.

Kate grew scared as his shaft started feeling even bigger in her throat
and she feared she might choke. To make matters worse, Mustafa was now
jerking her head up and down his entire shaft and she felt like a rag
doll in his arms. His cockhead entered her mouth several times only to
shoot forwards back down her throat. 

The next time it entered her mouth, her cheeks suddenly bulged out with
hot fluid. Mustafa's cock pushed back down her throat spewing semen the
whole time, forcing what was in her mouth to squirt out around her lips.
Mustafa filled her belly with sperm, then her mouth again. He slid
forwards a few more times until stopping with just the head in her
mouth. One last large wad of his black seed filled her mouth and Kate
willingly gulped it down. A bright light shown down upon her and she
felt illuminated as to what a real man's cock might be capable of. She
jerked forwards on the shaft so that more cum oozed out to roll on her
tongue. "How'd you like that, bitch?" he asked.

"It was good, master, she replied blinking from the light and kissing
his cockhead. Kate turned as she realized the light wasn't in her head.
The limo had long stopped and the driver was holding the door open,
looking at Mustafa's penis in shock. The poor white man looked like he'd
just seen his worst nightmare come true. Worse, one of the cameramen had
caught up with them and was shining his camera at her face, chin covered
in sperm, with her hand still holding Mustafa's still hard cock. They
might not be able to air the footage, but someone would end up with the
tape.

"Inside," said Mustafa pulling up his briefs and exiting the limo.

Kate followed him stepping out of the car concious that her chin was
covered in dried sperm. Plus her nipples were rock hard, poking out of
the little bikini top as cameras followed her to the hotel. Guests and
staff stopped and stared as the nearly nude couple walked into the
upperclass Holden Hotel, Los Angeles. "Penthouse," barked Mustafa to the
lift operator.
  
Mustafa pulled Kate into his arms as the elevator started to climb. His
hands grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up so that he could shove
his tongue down her throat. Kate felt his cock start stiring already.
One cameraman had followed them in and taped the action. The elevator
opened in a short hall with large double doors for the Penthouse. The
delux room served as a honeymoon suite. The double doors were there so
the groom could carry the bride in. The cameraman didn't follow them.

9. The Honeymoon Suite

The honeymoon suite was bigger then Kate's apartment. Windows provided a
spectacular view of LA. A large screen television sat opposite a long
couch. Nearby was a well stocked bar. A hottub was enclosed near the
bathroom by the windows so that couples had a romantic view of the LA
skyline. Cameras were mounted everywhere pointed at the couch, bar,
hottub, etc. The bedroom was the only room, she'd been told would be
private apart from the bathroom.

Mustafa put his hands on her shoulders from behind as she surveyed the
room. His hands slid down her arms to her back where he quickly yanked
her bikini top off. "Are you crazy?" she asked covering her chest from
the cameras.

"Put your arms down, bitch."

'When are you goin to stop calling me bitch?"

"Soon. Now put your fucking arms down and call me master. I want you to
look at the cameras and tell the world what we are going to do in that
bedroom."

Kate not only dropped her arms, but bent to slide her panties down too.
Maybe, they'd edit this out or at least blur her privates when this
aired. "You all know why I'm doing this and I hope you will forgive me.
I'm going into this room to let this big brute do whatever he wants to
my body. I'm not going to enjoy it."

"Like you didn't enjoy sucking my big black cock?" asked Mustafa. 

Kate blushed with humiliation. Without a word, she turned and entered
the bedroom to get away from the cameras and her shame. As she crossed
the threshold to the bedroom, her leg broke through an invisible red
laser beam.

Warning lights flashed on a dozen computers and a dozen black men sat up
in their chairs and checked their controls. The women had been told the
bedroom would be off limits to cameras, but the contract they'd signed
read that they would be filmed at all times. A camera hidden in the
cable box focused on Kate's red pubic hair while one hidden in the fire
alarm zoomed in on her nipples. One followed Kate over to the bed while
another caught a nude Mustafa strolling into the room with his cock
rising to half mast. The film would be edited into one of the finest
porn movies ever made. State of the art sound equipment recorded Kate
saying with surpirse, "You recover quick!"

"Bitch, you ain't seen nothing yet. Prop yoself on dem pillows. I want
you to watch my cock entering you." 

Kate scooted back on the bed until her back was propped up. Mustafa's
cock grew a little with each step as he approached her and was fully
hard as he climbed onto the bed. Kate found her legs parting
involuntarily so that he could kneel between them. "Um, please go easy
on me...master." 

"You gonna thank me later. I want you to see how deep this mutha's gonna
go." Mustafa brought his crotch up tight against her pussy and pushed
his cock down so that it rested on her bush. The shaft pushed against
her stomach while the tip ended above her belly button. Actually, left
of her navel given the strange crooked bent of his penis.

"Oh dear god, there's no way." Kate was nude except for her crucifix
which she clutched with one hand. Kate was afraid and nervous and at
that moment she hated herself. She wanted that dick. That big black cock
was incredible. She'd enjoyed sucking on it to the point she wanted to
suck on it again. She also wanted to know what it felt lke to be taken
and used by a rude, obnoxious man who'd use her just for his pleasure.

"You be surprised what you can take." Mustafa backed up now, his shaft
slipping down her stomach until the head was between her legs.
Mustafa looked at his glistening cockhead resting against her labia.
"See you is ready for me." He bent his cock so that the head slid up and
down her slit, coating it liberally with her juices. Mustafa then pushed
forward.

Kate felt herself stretch wider then ever before until what might have
been a golfball entered her pussy. The head plowed deeper followed by a
shaft equally as wide. Her pussy hugged the thick shaft tightly and Kate
soon felt a tingling sensation everywhere his cock touched her insides.
The sensation grew as his cock continued to plow deeper. Mustafa grunted
as his progress suddenly came to a halt. Breathing heavily, Kate looked
down her body to see half the black man's shaft still sticking out from
her crotch. She'd taken all she could which was about the same length of
her last boyfriends penis, though Mustafa's thickness was much more
pleasurable.

"Damn, that's a tight pussy," growled Mustafa. Kate watched his
glistening cock appear as he pulled back only to thrust forward.
Mustafa's cockhead pounded like a battering ram against a wall. He
pulled back and hit again, then again, again and he was through. 

Kate felt like she had just lost her virginity all over again. She
watched her belly rise and fall and realized she was raising her hips
into his thrusts. "Oh wow! This...is...incredible," she wheezed through
clenched teeth.

"Like that black cock dontcha, bitch?"

"Yes! It's so good. You're so big... so thick. I love it."

"I fucking told you so, didn't I?"

"I didn't understand...Ow!" Kate suddenly jerked away from his cock as
it scraped the sensitive area around her cervix. "Wait! You're too big,
too deep. It hurts." Kate squeezed her eyes shut as the last few inches
pushed into her.

Mustafa was surprisingly patient. He held his crotch perfectly still
allowing her to get used to it. "Dems sure is some nice titties." He
contented himself to kneading her large breasts. Kate had rather large
nipples, but they were a faint pink blending in with her skin. Mustafa
squeezed her nipples between his fingers, little spasms of pleasure
traversed her body as he toyed with them.

It felt like an hour as she waited for her pussy to adjust to his cock,
but in reality it was just one breathe of air. Kate relaxed her body as
she released the stale gasp of air only to suck it back in as he
suddenly jerked his cock. This was not a gasp of pain, but of shock from
the pleasure she felt. Her jerked again and her whole body jerked with
it. Mustafa started grinding his crotch against hers, making his cock
move without withdrawing it. All the while he jerked it. Kate gripped
his wirist above hands still playing with her sensitive nipples. She
squeezed his wrists tightly, her breasts mashing into his hands as she
arched her back. Kate's eyes closed, her whole body shaking until...
"Cumming!" Her body shook and her hands slowly unclenched their grip on
his wrists.

"I'm gonna let you make a choice. I'm gonna call you bitch or slut. What
is it?"

Both were demeaning, but coming down from her orgasm, made Kate's choice
easy. "Slut," she said, shuddering as the implications hit her.
Kate's pussy was suddenly empty, the full again and a second orgasm had
her writhing on the bed. 

"Time for some serious fucking, slut."

The next twenty minutes were ones of complete bliss for the young woman.
Mustafa's cock pounded her so hard, the bed was bucking. Each time the
springs lifted her up right into his slamming cock. "Oh god, fuck me.
Fuck me, master. Fuck your slut." She lost track of the orgasms she had,
but the biggest came when Mustafa quit fucking her. He buried his cock
as deep as it would go before it started pumping jet after jet of his
seed into her womb. The thought of being seeded by such a man so racked
her body with orgasms that she appeared to be having a seizure. 

Later, Kate bit down hard into the pillow to keep from crying out. Tears
rolled down her cheeks and she breathed heavily. Her rectum gripped
Mustafa's shaft like it was in a vice. Luckily, he had heavily
lubricated his cock before pushing it into her ass. Once more he was
patient, letting her get used to the anal invasion. In a surprisingly
short period of time, Kate was pushing herself up and back into his
thrusting cock and loving every minute of it. She looked at herself in a
mirror over the headboard. Her face was soaked with sweat, her red hair
matted to her scalp and dried sperm flakes covered her chin. She could
see Mustafa's magnificent torso rising up over her upthrust ass. Kate
had a sudden thought and laughed suddenly.

"What's so funny,slut?"

"I was just... god, your cock feels good in my ass. I was just happy
there weren't any cameras allowed in this room."
 
"Lucky us," said Mustafa winking at the camera behind the mirror Kate
was staring at. Kate thought he was winking at her and winked back.
Mustafa rolled his eyes, looking up at the ceiling light with it's
camera probably zoomed in on his cock in her ass. He planned on it being
a very long night.

10. The First Episode Concludes

"And Mustafa wins ten thousand dollars," said Ann. The camera panned
back to show her bikini clad body as she walked around the pool at the
Holden Hotel. The three remaining contestants were sunning themselves in
the background. "Mustafa has picked Nancy Hu for his next date. Tune in
tomorrow for their date. I'm Ann Dutton. I'll see you tomorrow night."


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