It was 9:30 on a warm and humid Miami evening.  Serena parked her Kia in a reserved spot across the street from a four- story building in the South Beach area.  She headed across the street to the building.

On the first floor of the lovely art deco building was a gay and lesbian club.  The second floor had offices and rooms for the club.  The third floor had four radio studios and offices for an Internet radio station.  The fourth floor was the home of the building owner.  Serena greeted the host of the club, smiled and waved to the bartender, and entered the private elevator.  She rode it to the third floor.

The station was hooked up with three adult web sites that had videos, chat, and online cams.  Anyone could listen to the music for free.  However, the female DJ's at the station worked nude, and also included a little sex play as part of their show.  One had to be a paying member of on of the web sites to watch the girls as they played music.

Serena waved to Ken, who was playing music in Studio 1.  Serena went to Studio 3.  She rebooted the two computers and began to strip.  The minute she entered the studio, Ken's engineer, who would also work Serena's show, turned on the cams.  Serena removed her clothes and put them on a table just outside of the studio door.

Any paying member logged into the adult website would see a stunning nude blonde, her long hair pulled into a ponytail at the top of her head, logging into the station website.  She began to line up her songs in the queue.  Ken was busy chatting away.  The listener's speakers were hearing Ken, but their eyes were glued to nude Serena.

Serena activated her microphone and began some banter with Ken.  Ken always remarked on her boobs.  She put her headphones on and continued to work the computer on her left-hand side.  That computer would access the music database and play the tunes.  The other computer was for chat and handling requests.  As she worked, the hand of a black man entered the picture and smacked her bottom a few times.  Serena jumped.  It was going to be a fun night.

Ken logged out and Serena took over the stream.  She started the music playing, queued up some requests, giggled at the black man feeling her ass.  She asked him where her stool was, and he said that it was on its way.  It would be a bit unfair to make her stand for her four-hour shift.

Five songs played their way through and then Serena hit pause.  Online viewers saw the girl bend over and lean on the counter.  A pair of black hands entered the picture and began to lube her anus.  A finger was pushed into it, and Serena squealed.  Then a small remote controlled egg was pushed into it.  Someone off camera pushed a remote, and Serena wiggled and laughed.  Then she played a few more songs.

When the songs ended, Serena got her stool.  The stool was modified so that it could be fitted with a vibe.  A seven-inch, purple gel g-spot vibe was placed on the stool.  It was remotely controlled.  Serena would sit on it for the duration of her radio show.  Someone off camera would work both remotes, making sure that Serena was aroused and tormented for her entire four-hour shift.

Serena settled down on the stool.  She answered IM's and handled requests.  Roughly two hours into her set, she stood up.  A pair of black hands attached nipple clamps connected by a gold chain.  They were tightened almost to the limit, making Serena wince.  The first two hours she had to deal with the vibes being turned on and off at all times.  For the remainder of her show, she would have to contend not only with the two vibes, but an occasional chain tug by an unseen black man.

As the show came to a close and Serena was turning over to the next DJ, who happened to be a guy, she was jolted mercilessly by the vibes.  She was a mess when the show ended.  As she got up from the stool, the camera did a close-up of the vibe.  It was a mess.  Serena pushed the stool out of the studio and detached the vibe.  A rather large and muscular black man removed the egg from her anus and then smacked her butt.  She giggled and took the two items to the washroom, where she cleaned them.  She returned to the main lounge and placed them in their case.  The large black man kissed her, and then led her off to his office by tugging on the chain connecting the nipple clamps.

Once in the office, the African-American had Serena get on all fours on a coffee table.  He warmed up her backside with a small strap.  The he had her stand and lean on his desk.  He made her dance for roughly thirty minutes with a domestic cane.  When he was finished, he had her stand in the center of the office with her hands on her head.  He examined her bottom and was satisfied with his work.  It was a lovely shade of pink with just a few stripes.  He rubbed some balm on Serena's backside and watched her dance from the burn for a few seconds.  Then he headed out to the lounge to get a beer before returning.

When he returned, the girl was still dancing a bit.  He had Serena drop to her knees, and he dropped his pants and boxers.  Serena began to fondle his penis until it was hard, and then began teasing it with her mouth.  She licked and teased it, using her tongue and teeth liberally.  She also played with his balls.  When the man was satisfied, he had her get on all fours and he took her doggy style.  Serena climaxed the minute he entered her.

The black man was not quite a black man.  He was, indeed, a very, very dark color.  His penis was extraordinarily large.  But his face had Caucasian features.  And his face always seemed to be wearing an evil sneer.  His eyes were also red.  He fucked Serena roughly, making her climax a second time.  He kept his penis inside of the girl, pumping hard, for thirty-five minutes.  When he climaxed, Serena felt as if a quart of ice-cold semen had entered her.  The second he finished climaxing; he withdrew his penis and had Serena clean it with her mouth and tongue.  He guided her to her feet using the chain, which made her wince.  Then he smiled and removed the clamps.

"Tell me, Serena," asked the black man, smiling, "how long have you been with me?"

"Since age fourteen, Master," replied the girl.

"And you have been one of the best, my Dear," he replied.  "Do you like looking like a nineteen-year old?  And do you wish to keep these looks for a few more years?"

"Oh, yes, Master!" Serena answered, her eyes wet with passion.  "I do enjoy it!"

"Then, my Dear," continued the man, "you will use the gifts I have given you to corrupt Karen and Sam when they come to visit.  Understood?"

The stunning blonde nodded and smiled.  She had a funny feeling that corrupting Sam and Karen would not be difficult at all. 

