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The Blackchelor: Part 2
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer

11. Nancy's Interview

"Well Nancy, why did you want to be a contestant?"

Nancy looked at Ann Dutton, then quickly looked down. She blushed, very
conscious of the cameras focused on her. "Well, to be honest, I'm
looking for a sponsor." A screen behind Nancy lit up with images of the
young woman surfing the waves off Hawaii. Nancy was actually just a
mediocre surfer, but she had all the qualities to be a star. She was the
Anna Kournikova of the surfing world. 

"So you're hoping to get discovered?"

"Yes, that's it. I'm not really interested in the prize. Of course, if I
won, I might make enough selling the prize to sponser myself. I don't
think I'll win though. Those other girls are so pretty.

"What did you think of Mustafa?"

"He wasn't what I expected. He's certainly a big boy...oops, I mean man.
I didn't mean that in the racist sense."

"We'll edit it out," said Ann winking at the camera. "Have you ever
dated a black man?"

"No. Not that there's anything wrong with it." 

"Haven't you ever been curious?"

"About what?"

"About the size question? Certainly you've heard that black men make
better lovers because their penises are so big?" 

"No, I haven't. Hawaii isn't exactly crawling with black men. Besides,
that sounds like just a racist stereotype. I wouldn't believe that
anymore than I believe Asian men have little penises." Nancy blushed.
"Should we be talking about this on camera?" 

12. Nancy's Date Begins

Nancy was impressed by the cameraman's physique. The black man was
wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off his muscular biceps. The
elevator had opened in the lobby of the Holden Hotel and Nancy had found
herself staring into the camera.

Nancy was an Amerasian. Her mother was white. Her father was part
Hawaian, Japanese, and Chinese. Nancy was a very pretty girl whose
exotic features pushed her into beautiful.
She looked beautiful now, with her long black hair tied up into a
pigtail and no makeup at all. She was wearing a long tee shirt which
covered her body down to her thighs and flip flops on her feet. She had
the deep tan of someone who spent long hours in the sun.

The cameraman followed Nancy all the way to the limo where Ann Dutton
waited and the driver was holding the door open for her. Ann was wearing
a scandalously small bikini, openly flaunting an incredible body. Nancy
noticed Ann wink at the black cameraman before she climbed into the
limo. Nancy climbed in, sitting across from Ann. A camera was mounted
beside Ann. "I figured I'd use this opportunity to get some sun myself,"
said Ann explaining her bikini. "But since we're both here, lets get
some more questions in. So, Nancy Hu of Honolulu, Hawaii, are you
nervous about your date?"

"Not really. I actually think this was a great idea to break the ice.
It's what I do for a living anyway, or will if I can find a sponsor." 

"Mustafa wasn't really interested. It was more the producers idea. So,
if the date goes well, are you going to let him kiss you goodnight?"

"I might," lied Nancy, but she didn't know how it might be avoided.

13. Poolside At The Holden Hotel.

"Lets get some drinks," said Paris. The debutante was wearing a skimpy
pink bikini. She was very tall and thin. Her nails and lipstick were
painted pink to match her bikini. She had a long torso with a large
space between her panties and top, broken only by the large diamond in
her navel.

"Well, it's a bit early, but ok," said Kerry. "I don't think the show
will pay for our booze though.

"You forget, I nearly own this hotel." Paris waved at the bartender to
get his attention. "I don't pay for anything." Paris couldn't believe
she was a little envious of this midwestern farm girl. Where Paris had
the slim figure of a model, Kerry had a porn stars build and she covered
it with an ugly brown one piece. What a waste, thought Paris. "Oh look,
date number one has dragged herself out of bed."

Kate was wearing the same bikini she'd worn with Mustafa on their date
yesterday. "Hi, girls."

"You look like the living dead," said Paris. Paris loved herself, but
didn't like the fact that both these women had bigger bosoms then she
did. 

"I didn't get much sleep last night." Kerry was also walking a little
bowlegged.

"Up all night with Mustafa, I see," laughed Paris. "How did it go?"

"He's a big brute, but we hit it off."

"HEY!" The black cameraman who had stayed behind after filming Nancy's
departure came over to them. He was wearing a black speedo. "It's
against the rules for you to discuss your dates.  You'll have to go to
the other end of the pool," he said to Kate.

"See ya, Kate," said Paris. "Damn Kerry, did you notice it looked like
the black dude had shoved a couple potatoes in his cortch?"

"I don't stare at men's crotches," said Kerry, but she had noticed and
her eyes followed the cameraman back to where he was sitting, flirting
with the wife of some businesman.

14. Back At The Beach

Nancy followed Ann out of the limo and found herself staring into the
camera of the other black cameraman. He had on another tee shirt and
arms just as muscular as Mustafa and the other cameraman. "Enjoy your
date," said Ann.

This beach was rocky and steps led down through the cliff to the sand.
Mustafa was down on the beach standing beside two surfboards thrust
upright into the sand. Nancy began descending the stairs followed by the
cameraman. "Good afternoon," she called when she hit the sand. Mustafa
was staring out at the ocean. He was wearing a small brief-style
swimsuit. His ass and back were so perfectly sculpted, Nancy had never
seen such muscles on a man, even on all the surfer hunks she hung out
with. And speaking of hung...

"S'up," said Mustafa turing around. Nancy found herself just as
impressed with his chest. Her eyes swept down pecs, past his abs, then
she noticed his bulge. The outline of his monster penis was such a shock
she tripped and fell into the sand. "You sho you is a good surfer. I
thoughts you had to be balanced."

"Sorry, lost my footing." Nancy stood. She was only about 5'4" and her
eyes were level with Mustafa's chest. It was hard not to stare at the
black man's crotch. His speedo left little to the imagination. "Ready
for your first lesson?"

"I guess, though this is one of dem dumb ass white boy sports. Standing
on a piece of wood
in the water while a wave breaks over you and a shark swims under ya,
aint my idea of a good
time."

"Well, it's my sport and I aint white, nor a boy." Nancy pulled her tee
shirt off over her head, using the distraction to look down at Mustafa's
crotch again. Nancy was wearing a flowery Hawaiian bikini. It wasn't
skimpy, it was practical for wipeouts. Her breasts were a large B-cup,
but looked bigger on her fit frame. Every visible inch of her skin was
the same golden tan color. She threw the shirt in the sand. She caught
the cameraman panning up and down her body before turning to look at
Mustafa. Her date was also ogling her body. His gaze was so intense and
lustful, it made Nancy nervous. Much to her embarrassment, it also made
her nipples hard. They were quite noticable through her top. She also
felt signs of arousal between her legs. Mustafa's sideburns and
oversized arms may have made him look like a big gorilla, but he gave
off strong sexual vibes.

"No, you is definately not a boy."

"Thanks, I guess. Alright lets start. First, I'm going to show you how
to stand up on a board."
The lesson took nearly a half hour. The two laid their boards flat on
the sand and Nancy went over paddling to get past the break, then how to
stand when you caught a wave. 

Nancy was going over standing one last time when she felt hands on her
waist. "Can't we ride one together the first time?" asked Mustafa,
pulling her back as he kneeled on the board. Nancy felt his crotch press
against her ass. "I'm kinda scared of sharks."

Nancy quickly pulled forward away from Mustafa's huge penis. "You're too
big to ride together. And the sharks are just as scared of you. Lets
move to the water." Nancy needed to cool off. 

Nancy paddled out beyond the break following Mustafa and giving him
guidance from time to time. When they were out deep enough, they
straddled their boards. Mustafa's briefs left little to the imagination.
His balls rested on the surfboard while his penis stabbed upwards
stretching out his suit. Nancy found it hard not to stare. She caught
the first two waves, letting the black man observe her technique. On
shore, the cameraman kept his camera zoomed in on them.
  
When Nancy made it back out to Mustafa, it was the black man's turn. He
missed a couple trys, caught the third and never managed to stand. He
ended up bodysurfing the board in. The next time, Mustafa managed to
stand and rode the wave all the way in. He high fived the cameraman,
then paddled right back out to Nancy. "That was awesome, dude," he
laughed faking a surfer accent. "The wave was too small. I needs to try
a bigger one."

"Hurry, here comes one now." Nancy turned to watch a large wave forming.
When she paddled back around, Mustafa had already taken off to catch it.
"Ease up a little, you went too soon," she yelled. Mustafa kneeled on
the board, then looked back just as the wave broke over him.

Nancy jumped up, kneeling on her board, but couldn't see the large black
man. She waited for a wave to pass, then paddled rapidly where he had
gone down. Luckily, he bobbed to the surface, spitting out water right
beside her. Nancy grabbed him aound his neck. "You ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, fine. Just had the wind knocked out of me."

Grab my board and pull yourself on it. I'll get us in." Nancy swam into
the froth of another large wave and was soon past the break where the
water was calmer. Her feet touched ground and she stood neck deep in the
water. "Almost there." 

"Wait," said Mustafa. "Lets stay out here awhile."

Nancy stopped pulling him when she was halfway out of the water. She
turned and gasped. The big black man had rolled over on his back. His
bulging crotch was now level with her face. "We should head in," she
said staring at it.

"I just wants to spend some time alone withs ya. Get to knows ya. You
can eve touch it ifs ya wants."

"What?"

"My cock. You been starin at it all day. Touch it, you know you is
curious."

Nancy was curious. "I haven't been... alright I was staring a little.
I-I just want to see it."

"Go ahead."

"But the cameraman?"

"He's zoomed in on us. Just move your body around so that your blocking
my cock from his view and you'll be fine."

"I just want to see it. I don't want to give you the wrong ideas or
think I'm teasing you or anything." Nancy was blushing furiously. "Just
a little peek."

"Just take it out. I like showing it off."

Nancy moved the board and her body around to block what she was doing
from the black cameraman on shore. "Peekaboo," she whispered lifting the
waistband of his briefs. "Good god!" she exclaimed, speaking loudly this
time. Mustafa's penis had shot out through the opening like an animal
trying to escape a cage. 

"Impressed? That's a black cock, Nancy."

Nancy was impressed. The thick monster was more then a foot long. It had
thrust forwards past his navel, but leaning leftwards. In fact, now that
his cock was freed from his briefs, the elastic was hugging his balls.
The left one was clearly larger then the right, giving his whole crotch
a leftward tilt. "May I touch it?"

"Sure, babe. It's all yours. Do whatever you want with."

Nancy reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. She actually had to
exert a little strength pulling it upright. "How big?"

"Right around thirteen inches."

"Jesus!" Nancy wouldn't of believed it if she hadn't been holding it.
"It's thick too, my fingers don't touch."

"It's as thick as your wrist."

15. Break for Commercial

The screen showed Nancy's back submerged in the water while Mustafa's
body bobbed on a surfboard. Ann Dutton appeared superimposed over the
screen. "Well, Nancy gets her first view of black cock and our cameras
didn't catch it. Or did she? Mustafa says she did, but he's got ten
thousand dollars coming to him if he can feed her some black cock. What
do you think? We'll be right back after these messages." 

The screen faded and was filled with women playing pool. All were
dressed in high heels and evening gowns. "It's Only Natural" by Black
Phallus blared from a juke box. "Two, two, two clubs in one," said an
announcer. "The Zebra Clubs aren't one but two of the finest exotic
dancing clubs in one. One side for the men." The screen showed a crowded
bar filled with white businessmen while a beautiful girl danced nude on
stage. She danced past all the men waving bills at her to where a large
black man held up a single. The camera zoomed in on her milky thigh
where his black hand appeared pushing the bill into a garter.  

"And one side for the ladies." A hunky white man danced nude on stage to
an unenthusiastic crowd of women. A few bills filled his gstring. The
man left the stage and a black man appeared dressed as zorro. He ripped
off his pants and a twelve inch black cock rolled out. The women went
nuts, crowding up to the stage.

"Friday night is amatuer night. Win prizes." The screen showed happy
white couples entering the bar. The wives were girl next door types. The
husband's handed the wives off to a giant black man in a black shirt
with security written in white letters across the front. The black man
led them back stage. The wives appeared on stage in skimpy bikinis and
makeup, where they started dancing much to the delight of their
husbands.

 "The Zebra Clubs, two clubs in one. Go to ww.zebraclub.com for a
location nearest you. Private parties, business lunches, amatuer nights,
exotic dancers available for hire. The Zebra Club, it's two clubs in
one."

16. The Limo Interview 

The camera in the limo focuses on Nancy sitting beside Mustafa. Nancy
was wearing her shirt again. Mustafa was only wearing his briefs. His
cock was completely hard, his bathing suit proving to be amazingly
elastic. Ann was sitting by the camera across from the couple on their
date. "So Nancy, were you impressed?"

Nancy looked uneasy and was startled by the question. "Excuse me?"

"Were you impressed with Mustafa's surfing ability?"

"I was, yes, very much so."

"Mustafa, do you think, you'll try surfing again?"

"Yeah, maybe. If I pick Nancy to go on to round two, I might gets me
another lesson. And I mights not." 

"What do you plan on doing the rest of your date? Dancing? Hollywood?"

"Naw, the beach tires me out. I was thinking we'd just take it easy." He
looked over at Nancy, who looked relieved, their date was almost over.
"We'll have a light dinner at the hotel. Thens we'll relax in the
hottub."

"How does that sound to you, Nancy?" asked Ann.

"Sounds great."

17 Nancy's Date: The Evening

"I'll wait here while you change," said Nancy as she and Mustafa
approached the door to his penthouse room.

"Now why woulds ya do that?"

"I thought you wanted to relax in the hottub?" Nancy was thinking of the
hottub by the pool.

"I do." Mustafa opened the door and Nancy found herself staring at the
night skyline of Los Angeles. A tiled hottub sat off the the living
room. "This is the honeymoon suite after all."

"Oh," said Nancy worried. She didn't trust herself around the black
man's penis and didn't want to be alone with him. Of course, she had the
cameraman to protect her, but the other black man hadn't entered the
room. "Where's he going?"

"The remote cameras take over now." Mustafa pointed to cameras placed
around the room. One was aimed at the hottub. "If you don't like being
watched, we can always move to the bedroom?"

"No, the hottub is fine." Nancy untucked her shirt and began unbuttoning
it. Mustafa followed her example, pulling off his own shirt.
Nancy leaned down and untied her sandals, removing them. Then she pulled
down her shorts. She was wearing the same bikini she'd worn at the
beach. She turned just as Mustafa pulled his underwear down. "What are
you doing?"

"Getting ready to relax in the tub." Mustafa's penis was it's full
length, but soft. It swung between his legs, nearly to his knees. It
swelled a little and rose an inch as his eyes ran down her body.

"I hope I didn't give you he wrong impression on the beach today. I'm
not the kind of girl to fool around on the first date." Nancy put up a
front for the cameras, but she was secretly happy to see it again.

"Naw, I just see no reason to wear a suit in private." Mustafa stepped
up on the ledge to enter the tub. This made his cock dangle in her face
before he slipped into the water.

Nancy climbed up behind him and entered the tub, sitting directly across
from him. "This is nice," she sighed sitting back and slipping into the
water up to her neck. "Hey! Oh oh, that feels good." Mustafa had grabbed
her feet and started rubbing them.

"Nice way to end the day. Turn around and I'll gets your neck." Mustafa
leaned up as Nancy turned her back to him. Her long black hair was in a
pony tail. She lifted her hair out of the way and Mustafa started
rubbing her neck.

Nancy relaxed as the black man's strong hands began rubbing her
shoulders. He adjusted her body, slowly pulling her back between his
legs. She came awake as his cock poked into her back, It slid up her
back as her body came to rest in his arms. She was aware of it pressing
into her back (and even more aware that he was flexing it on purpose) as
he massaged her neck and shoulders.

Nancy wanted to see it again, hold it, kiss it, fuc... Why couldn't she
get Mustafa's cock out of her head? She didn't trust herself around it
anymore. Nancy tried to pull forwards, but Mustafa had moved his hands
down her back and around her sides. He held her in place, his hands
slipping under her bikini strap and deftly unhooking her back. This
time, Nancy did pull away, cupping her breasts with her hands as Mustafa
pulled her bikini top off, tossing it far out of her reach. "I think our
date's over," said Nancy.

Mustafa lifted himself out of the tub and sat on the side. His cock rose
up with him, dripping with water and as hard as a steel rod, less then a
foot from her face. "The night's still early." He smirked, watching her
eyes follow his bouncing cock.

"Get my top, please."

Mustafa leaned down behind the tub and grabbed his shirt. He tossed t
underhanded and it fell right across the camera aimed at the tub. "It's
motion activated, so it's not recording us anymore." But three other
cameras secretly were.

"Oh! No, I don't care. Please get me my top."

"Nancy, please? You can't leaves me like this." Mustafa grabbed her
shoulder and pulled her head closer to the tip of his hard black dick.
"This is all your fault. You're responsible for making it get like this.
Now, your responsible for making it go down."
 
Nancy stared at the hard throbbing black cock before her eyes. Then she
looked at the camera covered by the black man's shirt. No one would
know. Her eyes returned to his cock. It was so hard and swollen. It
looked like he hadn't orgasmed in years. It was so large and unweildy.
It must be very uncomfortable walking around with such a large erection.
Nancy reached out and grabbed it for the second time that day. In doing
so, she uncovered her breasts. "I still can't believe it's so big," she
said squeezing it. Nancy knew she should leave, but with the camera
covered there was no reason too. "How'd it get so big?"

"I tolds ya why on the beach."

"When?"

"I told ya it was a black cock. That's why it's bigger and better in
everyway to what you've had before." Mustafa smiled up at the hidden
overhead camera. 

"It's hard to believe."

"The proofs in yo hands. Why is a hot surfer bitch like you holding onto
an ugly black man's cock? I'm a poor, high school drop out, gardener.
You find me attractive?"

"In some ways, you're the most attractive man I've ever met. I want to
help you. I want to make this thing go down."

"Do it, baby."

Nancy scooped up some water in her hand. She used the water to lubricate
his cock and started stroking his shaft. One hand steadied the base
while the other jerked him off. Mustafa was everything he said he was.
He was ugly, poor, and uneducated. Nancy ws an athletic, exotic,
attractive woman, yet she felt a deep sense of belonging, kneeling
between his legs with his cock in her hands. Nancy switched hands.
"Water isn't the best lubricant."

"Use your mouth then." Mustafa cupped the back of her head and pulled
her mouth towards his cock. 

Nancy saw the big round head growing larger as it approached. It pressed
against her lips until she opened her mouth. Nancy didn't particularly
care for fellatio, but her sense of belonging only deepened as her jaw
stretched wide around his cockhead. She sucked on the tip, using her
tongue to tease the crown and peeslit while her hand continued stroking
the rest of his shaft. 
 
It took so long, her neck started getting sore and her arms were tired.
Nancy continued to bob her head, letting his cockhead push into her
throat several times. The big black man would grunt from time to time,
occassionaly using one large hand on the back of her head to speed her
up or slow her down. His cock swelled and she could sense Mustafa's body
tensing up. His orgasm caught her off guard despite the signs. Nancy
half expected Mustafa to be a gentleman and pull out before blowing his
wad. Mustafa made no attempt to warn her. Instead, his hand actually
cupped the back of her head to hold her still. One second, Nancy's mouth
was stuffed with the end of his cock and the next sperm was shooting out
of the sides of her mouth.

Nancy was horrified to have her mouth full of sperm and even more
disgusted as she was forced to gulp the first wad down. Her bulging
cheeks deflated as she gulped, only to balloon back out as his second
wad filled her mouth and then a third. Mustafa pulled back on his cock
to make more room for sperm to fill her mouth. His semen rolled around
on her tongue and Nancy decided she liked it. The next time she gulped,
was willingly and she would of gulped more, but he finally pulled his
cock out. His hands pushed the shaft down and his last wad splattered
her breasts with semen. Nancy's tongue was already out trying to lick
more off her lips.

"I gots to go take a piss," said Mustafa standing and climbing out of
the tub. "When I get back, we talk about where else I'll be putting my
black cock."

Nancy nodded. She was deathly afraid that his giant cock would rip her
in two, but a growing part of her wanted to fuck that cock no matter
what. Nancy climbed out of the tub. She retrieved a small purse, she
always carried, removing some mouth wash. The strong minty liquid helped
clear her nose. The black man's masculine scent disappeared and she
missed it. Her desire to get fucked by his big cock also started
disappearing and her fear of it's size started growing. 

Mustafa came out of the bathroom, not only still nude, but his cock was
slowly rising to attention already. When he saw her dressed and standing
by the room's door, he didn't look happy. "Where da fuck you going?"

"I need to leave. It's been an interesting evening. I'm sorry, I don't
normally behave this way on a first date." 

"You normally don't date black men, bitch. Now come get some of this
cock." He grabbed the base of his now fully hard penis.

Nancy found herself leaning forwards to get closer to it, but she
managed to pull back. "Not tonight. Maybe next time. Good night." Nancy
left wondering why she'd just told him they might go further on the next
date, assuming he picked her.

"Fuck," said Mustafa. He stomped over to the bar and poured himself a
drink, also retrieving a cigar. He made a quick phone call, pulled the
shirt off the main camera, and returned to the hottub.

Not much later, the hotel room door opened and Kate O'hara walked in.
"I'm glad you called." She was wearing a bathrobe which quickly fell to
the floor to reveal her nude body. "Please go easy on me, I'm still sore
from last night."

"WHAT? What the fuck did you just say?"

Kate jumped as he yelled. "S-sorry, master. My body is yours. I'll do
whatever you want."

"That's better, slut. Now come suck ma cock while I finish my stoagie.
Then it's fucking time."

Kate joined him in the hottub.

18 Episode Two Ends

"I hope you enjoyed episode 2 of "The Blackchelor." Ann was walking down
the beach wearing a skimpy bikini. "Mustafa failed to fuck Nancy Hu
tonight and thus failed to win another ten grand. Will he pick Nancy Hu
to move on to round two to get a second chance? We'll find out soon. It
looks like Kate O'Hara is fast on her way to becoming a slut for black
cock. If you want to see Kate and Mustafa's second night of fucking and
sucking, you'll need to purchase "The Complete Blackchelor" on dvd. All
ten episodes, plus ten additional hours of hot interracial fucking, are
available for $99.99. Operators are standing by.  Mustafa has picked
socialite and Holden Hotel heiress, Paris Holden for his third date.
Tune in tomorrow to E&I Pay-per-view. We'll see you then.


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