The Blackchelor: Part 3
An E&I Enterprises story
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer


19. Paris Holden's Interview

Paris was unaware that the camera's were rolling as she stared at
herself in the mirror. She pursed her pouty lips, winked one brown eye,
and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "Can we hurry things up?"

Ann Dutton rolled her eyes at the camera. This woman was completely
self-absorbed. "Alright lets start rolling. Paris..." The socialite went
from doing her impersonation of a female Narcissus to a picture of grace
and beauty as she stared into the camera smiling. "Paris, you stand to
inherit three hundred million dollars. Why are you doing this?"

"Well, to correct you first, I'm only going to inherit half that, my
sister, Nicki, will inherit the rest. As for why I'm doing this, hmm, I
guess I'm seeking my own identity. I've tried modeling and been very
successful at it. Shit, just look at me.' The camera panned up and down
her willowy frame. She did have a high fasion models figure. Paris was
wearing a black dress with the words, QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE, across the
chest. "Now I want to try acting. My manager suggested a reality show.
It was this one or some dumb ass one where they put me and another rich
girl on a farm. This seemed like the better choice. All girls hope for
Mr.
Right."

"What do you think of Mustafa? Is he Mr Right?"

"I'm sure he's very nice, but this was a cruel joke to play on him. He's
so unattractive and low class. He talks like he's straight out of the
ghetto. I hear he's a gardener. My family wouldn't even hire someone
like that to do our gardens. I mean you should be ashamed to pick
someone like that and surround him with beautiful white women. You go
and get his hopes up for women he could never have. Poor guy is probably
fantacizing about me right now. Anything else?"

"I think I've heard enough. No more questions."

20. Episode Three

"I wanted to go to the beach."

Paris sighed. She continued smiling for the camera mounted in the limo.
She also continued wondering why she was feeling so uncomfortable
sitting beside the giant black man. There was something attractive about
him. He smelled very masculine. Paris cracked the window and sprayed
some perfume on her neck to cover up the smell. "I wanted to do this and
your producers thought it was a good idea."
Paris pulled out a compact mirror and checked her makeup.

Mustafa snorted. He wasn't going to fuck her on this date. He really
wanted to shove his cock down her throat or up her ass. That was exactly
what the rich bitch needed. Let her look in a mirror to see the
expression on her face when a thirteen inch black cock is shoved up her
ass.

The limo pulled up in front of a convention center. Fans and reporters
crowded around outside the door. The driver opened the door for Paris.
Paris got out and posed for the cameras. She was wearing a backless gold
top and a short white skirt. Mustafa climbed out behind her. There were
gasps and time stood still for a moment before the cameras started
flashing again. Mustafa was wearing jeans and a white tee shirt.

The reporters shouted questions. "Paris, why the bodyguard? Have you
been threatened? Do you have a stalker? Is your life in danger?

"This is my date," she shouted back, taking Mustafa's hand. "It's part
of a still unnamed reality show to air next year."

"What's your name? What do you do?"

"Mustafa. I'm a gardener."

"Think you got a chance, Mustafa?" The reporter's question was answered
by laughter from the crowd.

"Yes, I do," yelled the big black man.

"Enough questions," said Paris and the two entered the building.

Mustafa's date went down hill after that. The poducers thought going to
this chairty event would be good publicity. He sat alone at a table for
two hours. It was a stupid gimick event. Paris and nine other models
were walking a runway dressed as homeless people to raise awareness to
their plight. At the end of the show it got a little better. The models
came out and decried that no human being should suffer the indignity of
homelessness. They ripped off the dirty clothing, parading around in
bikini's and lingerie. 

"Yeah, I sho wants to put mah dick in that ass," said Mustafa watching
Paris walk past him. She looked great in her tiny bikini. She never even
glanced at him. "You gonna get my dick in your ass, bitch. And that ass,
and that ass, oh fuck yeah between those dick suckin lips," he said as
other models walked by. Some fashion types at the table next to him gave
him shocked, disgusted glances. He gave them the finger.

Later, at a multi-million dollar Beverly Hills mansion, Mustafa had an
even worse time.
The chairty event hosted an after party. Paris barely spoke to him after
the limo dropped them off. She was constantly surrounded, sometimes her
friends would glance at him and they would laugh. Nobody would talk to
him beyond a few polite words to prove they weren't above talking to an
ugly black man. The only other black man present was his cameraman,
Lucas, and he wasn't supposed to talk. The highlight of his evening came
when he went to drain the monster and the cameraman couldn't follow to
capture it.

Mustafa was pissing when two men came into the bathroom behind him. They
froze. One had a straw and a mirror. Mustafa glanced over his shoulder.
"You know, I is just a stupid nigga, but wouldn't it be better if you
just gave them homeless all the money you spent on that dumb fucking
show and this dumb fucking party. Not to mention that fucking coke you
is about to snort?"

"You don't have any idea what you're talking about," said one. "We help
people."

"Yeah, we're doing good here," said the other. "We're raising awareness.
A real man shows compassion and helps others."

Mustafa finished pissing and turned around without putting his cock
away. Both men gasped when they saw his cock, soft, but over a foot
long. "How's this for raising awareness? You two aint real men." He
shook the urine out of his dick and drops fell on their shoes and pants.
"Oops," he said as it started to harden. "Shake it mo then twice and yo
is jerking off." Mustafa held his hard cock. "Either of you girls want
to take care of dis for me? I didn't think so. Next time you is with
your bitches, I wants you to think about what a real man has between his
legs." 

Mustafa left the bathroom as well as the party, abandoning Paris to her
friends.

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The camera flew over a beach filled with sunbathers. The camera stopped
at a clothing optional sign on the beach. A bikini top was thrown over
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22. Two Women Get Fucked

The screen was dark except for a slurping sound. The darkness cleared up
to show Ann Dutton sucking Mustafa's cock. She quit sucking and held the
base of his shaft, speaking into it like a microphone. "Welcome back
ladies and gentlemen. It's been a slow day. So far we've had three
episodes and Mustafa's only won, ten thousand dollars by fucking Kate
O'Hara. Nancy's probably ready after sucking this monster off, but Paris
completely dissed our hero."  

"I'll fuck them all," said Mustafa's voice off camera.

"And lucky me gets this big black cock tonight. Watch and enjoy, folks."
Ann stood up and spread her legs as she lowered herself over Mustafa's
bent thriteen inch shaft. "Oh god, that's so good." She easily took all
of him. "I was hoping I could fuck you again."

They were in Mustafa's bed. The tape was better indicating one of the
cameramen was filming and not just the hidden cameras. The picture would
zoom in and out on their crotches.

"Fuck me doggy style," said Ann.

Ann climbed off Mustafa's crotch and got on all fours as he sat up. The
cameraman focused on Ann's front as Mustafa pushed his cock in her from
behind. The camera moved forward, getting close and closer to Ann's
face. She grinned and the view moved down to show Ann's hand fishing the
camerman's cock out of his pants. It was light brown and around eleven
to twelve inches, but looked bigger through the lens.

Ann licked along the large shaft, smiling at the camera like the
professional porn star she was. She pulled back and took the head in her
mouth. Ann sucked for awhile, then suddenly rammed forward. Her eyes
widened in surprise as her lips nearly kissed the black man's pubic
hair. The camerman panned up along Ann's back to show Mustafa had
started fucking her hard. The view moved back and forth between Ann
sucking the camerman and getting fucked hard by Mustafa. From time to
time the view switched to one of the hidden cameras showing Ann wedged
between the two men. The three way continued for another twenty minutes
before Mustafa suddenly pulled out. His huge cock reared up between
Ann's ass cheeks and let forth a huge load of semen. The first wad
nearly hit the camera over Ann's head, but the camerman ducked. Sperm
sprayed all over Ann's back concentrating on one side because of the
leftward bent of Mustafa's cock. 

No sooner had Mustafa finished coming, then the camerman panned down to
his cock. It pulled back out of Ann's mouth and the first wad coated her
face. She clamped her lips back over the tip. Her cheeks bulged out,
then returned to normal only to bulge out again. 

"Yummy," said Ann as the camerman backed up and focused on her face.
Sperm dripped down her cheeks, nose, and chin. "I hope you enjoyed
tonight's episode of The Blackchelor. Tune in tomorrow night for Kerry's
date. I can't wait to see what happens. Good night."

23. Hosted by Ann Dutton

"Oh that scene gets me hot everytime I watch it."

The camera panned back from the credits to show Ann laying on a bed. She
was wearing a corset and crotchless panties. One tit had popped out. She
was squeezing her nipple with one hand and fingering her pussy with the
other. "That didn't end my evening with Mustafa. We fucked and sucked
all night, but you'll have to buy the complete Blackchelor special
edition on dvd to see it. I didn't know it at the time, but there was
another hot sex scene going on that night. That's also available on the
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24. The other hot sex scene

Kate O'Hara sighed into her drink. "What the hell was wrong with her?
She'd surrendered her body and pride to save her mother, but found
herself wishing Mustafa would call. His cock filled her thoughts. She
shivered with yearning remembering the powerful orgasms he'd given her
the last two nights. A girl could get addicted to that kind of pleasure.
Two nights and she'd also surrendered her mind.

"May I join you?"

Kate looked up to see a giant black man standing over her bar stool.
"Isn't that against the rules?" she asked recognizing it was one of the
two black cameramen.

"No, I'm off duty till the morning. Name's Abe."
 
Kate put her hand in his outstretched one and felt another shiver go
through her body. Abe was big and muscular like Mustafa, but he was
better looking. Her instincts told her his dick would be big. God, was
she truly becoming a slut for black men? "I'm Kate, but then you know
that," she replied.

"You look like you're waiting for something, Kate."

"No," she said glancing over at the phone. She'd asked the bartender to
put it near her in case Mustafa should call down for her. Surely, he
wasn't still with Paris Holden? "I'm just bored. Dumb show acts like
there's some kind of big dark secret and we can't fraternize with the
other contestants. Yeah, I'm just bored and lonely."

"No need to be bored or lonely," said Abe putting his arm around her
shoulders.

"No there isn't is there?" Kate glanced at the clock. It was late.
Mustafa would of called for her by now. Maybe, he was tired of her? She
thought of her sick mother and the thought frightened her. Maybe, he was
fucking Paris? Jealousy welled up inside her and she was surprised by
it's strength. 

"Want anything for last call?" asked the bartender. He had on a perfect
poker face, but his eyes showed anger that a white girl would let a
black man put his arm around her.

"No thanks." Kate slid a bill across the bar to pay for her drink.

"How about we go on up to my room?" Abe squeezed her shoulder. "Watch tv
or something."

"Or something," said Ann standing up with him.

"Let me grab my camera."

"Isn't it dangerous to leave something like that unattended?" Ann looked
at the camera and Abe just winked at her. He'd set the camera on the
table behind them. The lens faced where they had been sitting. She
noticed a red light was on, but assumed it was a standby light.

The picture bounced as Abe carried the camera. They entered the elevator
and Abe set it down. The screen just showed the wall of the elevator,
but it picked up the audio. "So Kate you ever been with a black man
before?"

The question caught Kate off guard. He'd placed his hands on her waist
and pulled her into his arms. She could feel his hard muscles under his
shirt and his even harder cock pressing into her belly. She wasn't
dissapointed in it's size. "Yes," she answered.

"Ah, that explains why you let me pick you up so easily." 

Kate didn't like that. It made her sound like a slut, but before she
could say anything he was bending down to kiss her and she was melting
in his arms. They kissed and Kate's hand went straight for the bulge
under his pants. It grew as she squeezed it.

There was a ding as the elevator came to a halt and the door opened. Abe
picked the camera up and the view showed the motel hall. They stopped at
a door.

"May I use the bathroom?" asked Kate.

"Sure, but hurry it up, slut." Abe smacked her on the ass as she entered
the bathroom. He set the camera up on the desk, pointed straight at the
bed. Abe moved around in front of the lens and stripped off his clothes.
His cock was a fat eleven incher.

Kate quickly urinated. She wondered what the hell she was doing in this
black man's room. He was treating her like she was a slut to be used for
his pleasure, but she had no intention of leaving. She saw why when she
walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh wow," moaned Kate when she saw Abe's body and his cock. It was only
small compared to Mustafa's penis. It would do nicely. Her belly
growled. "I'd like to start with a blow job."

"Listen, you ain't getting it yet. I tell you what to do and you do it,
but in this case I think your right. Come suck my cock, but strip for me
first. Go slowly."

Staring at his cock, it dawned on Kate, that Abe was right. He would
tell her what to do and she would get what she needed in return. She
responed with the words Mustafa had taught her, "Yes, master." He seemed
to like that. Kate slowly pulled her top up over her head. She
unbuttoned, then pulled her jeans down over her hips. Kate O'Hara stood
before Abe clad in her bra and panties. His cock had been sticking
straight out parallel to the floor, but now it rose a little pointing
upwards. Two days ago she had hated oral sex, now she half believed
she'd suck on any black cock in front of her face. Kate unhooked her bra
and was pleased that Abe seemed impressed by her tits. They were large
on her skinny frame. The panties came next and she made no effort to
cover herself.

"Not bad."

Kate blushed and her skin flushed from her breasts on up. "May I suck
your cock now?"
Abe waved his hand down towards his shaft. Kate kneeled and walked on
her knees towards where he sat on the bed. Her hand eagerly grasped his
cock. She examined it closely before kissing the head. "Thank you," she
said sincerely looking up at Abe. 

"Anytime," replied Abe. His large black hand grabbed the back of her
head and pulled her mouth down over his cock.

Kate easily took Abe deep into her mouth. He was easy after Mustafa. She
managed to swallow the whole thing, but couldn't keep it down her throat
to long without wanting to gag. She settled for varying the depth she
took his cock, sometimes just sucking the head and others, she was
kissing his pubic hair. Sucking black cock took on a zen-like focus for
her. She was so focused on blowing Abe, she didn't realize he was
inching back on the bed.

Kate followed him while continuing to suck on his cock. She had started
on her knees while he sat on the edge of the bed. Kate ended up on all
fours on the bed while Abe lay back. Kate wasn't aware of anything, but
the black cock down her throat until she felt another large cock push
into her from behind.

Lucas, the other black camerman, fresh from having Ann Dutton suck his
cock while Mustafa fucked her, had walked in on a second potential
threesome. He sized up the situation quickly. Abe's camera was filming
the action on the bed. Lucas set up his camera from a different angle.
He then stripped and stepped behind Kate's upthrust ass. 

Kate thought about stopping things then and there, but it was hard to
deny how pleasurable having two black cocks felt. There had been a
problem with her pussy feeling empty while she lovingly sucked on Abe's
cock. Now her problem was solved. Two black men would have their way
with her and she would willingly do whatever slutty thing they asked.

Kate came many times while Lucas fucked her. He came before Abe, largely
because his hard thrusts threw off her sucking rhythm. Strong spurts of
sperm filled her pussy and her body went wild. She gasped from a large
orgasm and found herself choking on Abe's semen. She clamped her mouth
tight aound Abe's cock and swallowed what she could of his monstrous
load.

"Keep on sucking it," growled Abe.

Kate did as she was told and sucked it long after the last little bit of
semen had squirted out.
He stayed hard and was almost immediaely ready to go again.

"Now come ride me, slut," said Abe.

Lucas' cock fell out of her pussy as she rose up and squatted over Abe.
She moaned as his cock filled her recently vacated pussy. Abe's cock
plugged her sperm filled pussy.

Kate bounced up and down relishing each time his cock pushed deep. She
continued cumming and a big one was near when Abe suddenly grabbed her
waist and held her still. Kate was about to protest when his hands moved
from her waist to her ass cheeks. He tightly grabbed each ass cheek and
spread them apart. The head of Lucas' cock began probing her anus.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" whispered Kate O'Hara as the black cock
pushed into her ass.  
Her ass had gotten used to large shafts, but having one up her ass with
another in her pussy was a different matter. Two cocks seemed to double
her pleasure and soon, Kate was grinding her crotch down into both
shafts. 
The two black men quickly found a rhythm and fucked her hard. Sometimes
they alternated thrusts and sometimes they worked together.
Kate lost track of her orgasms and at times it seemed to be one
continuous orgasm that lasted forever. The forever orgasm suddenly
intensified as both men came again.

The three of them cleaned up. Kate showered between both black men. Kate
was exhausted, but she knew her night wasn't over as both men's cocks
quickly hardened again.

NEXT on "The Blackchelor". Kerry Martin's date.


  
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