Black Dick Sluts Ann called Tyrone as soon as she got back to her apartment. "Tyrone, I
think there must be some mistake, I only got paid $300 for all the work
I did today."
"No mistake Ann," said Tyrone. "Your not a $1000 an hour model yet.
You've got to build up a resume. You'll get some extra money when your
seasonal pictures get published, but that could take months."
"But it wasn't enough to cover my rent."
"Look if you need money, we can do a nude layout. I'll get you the money
right away.
"No thanks," said Ann, hanging up.
The phone rang almost immediately. It was her mother. "I'm so proud of
my little girl. I knew you had what it takes to make it in the city the
moment I saw you on stage at the pageant. How did your first shoot go? I
can't wait to see some pictures of you."
Ann managed to get a few words in before hanging up an hour later. She
called Tyrone back immediately. "Tyrone, this is Ann again. What exactly
would a nude layout entail?"
********************
Ann came in early again the next day. The same blonde girl, Suzie, did
her hair and make up. Which wasn't hard as they were doing a beach scene
and Ann's hair was supposed to be wet and dripping like she had just
emerged from the water.
She put on a tiny white g-string bikini
in the dressing room and then walked over to an enclosed shower. She
showered in the bikini, fretting when she clearly saw her nipples
through the thin material, but remembering she would be taking it off
anyway.
Ann was still dripping when she walked over to the painted beach scene.
"Ann were going to take some pictures of you in the bikini first and
then your going to take off your top and spring up like you just lost it
in a wave. Let me get some shots off your breasts and then cover them
with your arms like you've just realized what happened. Understand?"
Ann nodded and posed in the bikini for some shots. "Now take your Black Dick Sluts into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse,
attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held
closed the front of her pants. This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's
conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong
customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here!
Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl
stood unsteadily, peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some
trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his
arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you
just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down
the girl's face, but she followed without protest.
Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She
had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she
crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.
He would help her.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar
talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched,
and then walked back behind the counter.
"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll
make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.
Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the
drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had
almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of
handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away,
drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. Slowly, with the exaggerated
caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her
lips.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Mandingo Wikipedia Homemade Interracial Gangbang
"Sorry, I slipped," said Tyrone.
Ann was confused. Her nipples had popped out and she could feel her
vagina lubricating. Why was she getting aroused?
"Ok, now I want Tyrone to stand up and Ann kneel before him."
Ann couldn't believe the size of Tyrone's chest. He was the beefiest man
she had ever seen and it was all muscle. He was wearing red lifeguard
shorts, that were bulging out obscenely. 'Didn't any of the men at E&I
have a small penis?' she thought.
"Ann, put your hand in the waist band and slowly pull his shorts down."
Ann swallowed nervously and reached up and gasped the waist band of
Tyrone's shorts. She didn't know why, but she wanted to see his cock.
Ann pulled down his shorts watching as his pubic hair was slowly
revealed. She saw the base of his cock-it looked thick- and struggled to
free the rest of it from his shorts. Finally, with a strong yank, she
pulled his shorts down and something smacked her in the chin, forcing
her head up.
"Now look at it like it's the biggest cock you've ever seen," said
Latrell.
"It is the biggest," said Ann staring at it dangling before her face.
She heard Tyrone snicker at that. 'and the ugliest,' she thought. His
entire cock was a dark black, except for the big blue veins
crisscrossing it and a red slit on the end.
It was around ten inches long and fat, real fat. Tyrone wasn't
circumcised and his wrinkly dark foreskin fascinated her. The head
peaking out at her was about the size of a golf ball.
"Ann, I just need you to wrap your hand around it to show how big it is
compared to your hand."
Ann nodded barely hearing. She reached out and touched his black cock,
amazed that there was still an inch gap between her fingers as they
closed around his shaft.
"Good job Ann," said Latrell. "Now lift up his cock and cup his balls."
Ann lifted his cock and looked down at Tyrone's hairy balls. They Blacks On Blondes Free Porn
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Riding Black Dick owe me ten bucks, girl."
"Ten...t-ten..."
Just as he had thought. "Can't pay?" Confused, the girl shook her head. Clearly,
she didn't understand him, but that really wasn't important. He just needed - or
wanted - an excuse.
And now he had one.
Feigning anger, he walked around from behind the bar and marched up to where she
sat unsteadily on the bar stool. She tried to swivel her head to follow his
movements, but in her drunken state, she half fell off the stool. He roughly
grabbed her from her perch as she fell and dragged her to the centre of the room,
right in front of the broken-down pool table. She stumbled along in his grip,
barely keeping her footing, her mumbled protests ignored.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey... everyone. Listen up!" The quiet hum of talk, which had
slowly been building up since the girl's dramatic entrance into the bar, fell
away as all the faces in the bar turned towards where Harris stood holding the
girl.
Staring...
Drunk as she was, Sandy still blushed furiously at all those black faces staring
at her. She wanted to cry out - to shout, to protest that this was all a mistake
and she didn't belong here - but her mouth and tongue felt numb. All she could
manage was an embarrassed gurgle as the bartender jerked her up against the pool
table and began to speak.
"This girl here owes me some money," he cried out, smirking. "And she can't pay."
A few men in the crowd laughed.
"Luckily," the bar owner continued, "she can still earn it."
"How's that?" came a voice from the crowd, followed by a round of malicious
laughter. They knew what was going on. The only women that came into a place like
these were whores. One way or the other, they were all whores. Everyone there
knew what good old Chowder was talking about. And no one had ever seen a white
girl in this bar before.
"Well," Harris drawled, enjoying the attention, "just like any other whore; on
her back." He reached down with his free hand and tore away what was left of
Sandy's blouse. The young student tried to bring her hands up to protect herself,
but he slapped them away. The crowd stared in silence at her exposed breasts.
Harris looked around.
They were ready.
"Fifty dollars a fuck," he proclaimed. "We'll just set her up for business right
here." He grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her backwards. Sandy, clumsy in
her drunkenness, rolled Black Cock Hard Alexis Interracial want you to do anything you don't think is right.
All I can promise you is that I will make the pictures as tasteful as
possible and that I can touch them up a little to make them look like
someone else."
"I don't know."
"Ann, I'm not supposed to tell any of our models this, but we've got a
lot of big contracts coming in next month from some top companies. Don't
blow your chance to make it big. All the supermodels have done nudes."
"Latrell, I don't know what to do," she said crying. "Let me think about
it."
Latrell nodded and said to take her time. Ann went into the dressing
room and sat on the bench. She started weighing the pro's and con's.
$1200, no one would recognize her, the chance for some better work next
month, her parents wouldn't know, and the money would get her through
the month. She could apply at several other modeling agencies and all
she had to do was debase herself for a couple hours. One thing made up
her mind, she knew she couldn't go back to Idaho after living in New
York.
Latrell looked relieved when she walked out onto the beach set still in
the bikini. She looked around and was glad to see that Tyrone had left.
Ann walked onto the set and Latrell started snapping some pictures. "Ok
Ann, it's now or never."
Ann squatted and loosened up her bikini top. Suzie kneeled at her feet
and splattered some water up, so that it would loo like Ann was
springing up out of the water. Ann jumped up and the top flew off away
from her body. It took all her will not to cover her breasts as they
were exposed to strangers for the first time. Her large breasts bounced
up and down and Ann was surprised at the feeling of freedom she felt
being virtually nude outside her home for the first time.
Ann gasped and covered her breasts like she was just realizing she had
lost her top.
"Great Ann now go over to the wall and kneel by the ocean." 
Black Sucking Cock Wimp Cuckold over with,' she told herself, reaching up to welcome her new
lover. The man seemed interested in her breasts, so she cupped her hands
underneath and offered them up to him. He bent over and began biting and
licking...
The fifth man turned her over. Obligingly, Sandy climbed up on all fours and
spread her legs, ignoring the cum as it streamed down the inside of her thighs.
She wiggled her ass backwards until she felt the man's cock up against her
sopping pussy and then slid back, moaning slightly as she felt it slide inside of
her. Against her will, she was beginning to feel a slow, steady build-up of lust
in her pussy. The man began slapping her ass as she fucked herself back against
his cock.
Get it over with...
She finally came. It was while fucking the seventh or eighth guy. By this time,
she aware of nothing except the feelings in her pussy and breasts, and the
out-of-focus face hovering above her on the table.
She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her - she had lost track - when she felt,
through the haze of lust and alcohol, the cock slap against her lips. She had
never given head before - never even considered it - but she instinctively opened
her mouth and sucked it in. She was now being fucked simultaneously by two men,
one from the front and one from behind. Moaning in involuntary lust, she did her
best to give them as much pleasure as possible; to bring them off as quickly as
she could.
Get it over with...
Chowder Harris's pockets were bulging with money. The girl - his own little bar
whore - had exceeded his greatest expectations. She had fucked well over a dozen
guys and was still going strong, now taking two at once. Even at only fifty bucks
a shot, he might still clear a thousand bucks! Thoughtfully, he studied the scene
on the pool table. The bitch was on her back again, taking one man in her pussy,
but twisting her upper body around so she could run her cum-covered lips up and
down on another man's cock. One hand held her body steady, while the other
grasped the base of the cock she was working on with her mouth.
Harris worked a thought around in his mind. He'd have to speak with his wife
about it, but... but maybe he should keep her. Keep the girl. No one would miss
her. She could clean the place during the day and fuck at night. He'd make a
fortune...
A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder.
Harris Black Dick Worship keeping your lips pressed
against his cock."
Ann opened her eyes and looked down the length of Tyrones thick shaft
and slowly looked up his muscular chest until she met his eyes. He
grinned at her and she grinned back. He had given her the best sex of
her life without even penetrating her.
"That's it we're done here," said Latrell.
Ann jumped up and ran to the dressing room.
********************
Tyrone opened his wallet and counted out 12 hundred dollar bills. "Here
give these to Ann when she comes out," he said handing them to Tyrone.
"I need to go find Carol."
"I understand," said Latrell. "Suzie go wait for me in the bedroom set."
"Yes sir," replied the blonde, leaving the room.
Naked Tyrone walked to his office and opened the door. Carol was already
naked. "How did it go?" he asked, looking at the picture of the beach
room on his computer screen.
"Great, I could see everything," she said before wrapping her lips
around his cock.
Tyrone could see Latrell adjusting his cock as he waited for Ann. He
leaned over and clicked on voyeurcam. Tyrone was impressed, 4000 people
were currently watching. As the picture came in, he saw Ann, still nude,
sitting facing the camera. She had her feet spread up on the mirror
giving watchers the perfect beaver shot. The slut was slowly running her
palm down over her shaved pussy and teasing her clit with one finger.
Tyrone watched her clitty swell up as she teased it. Ann's other hand
was pinching her nipple. "Suck me fast bitch," he yelled down to Carol,
who immediately speeded up.
Ann moved her other hand down and pushed one finger into her pussy as
she continued to tease her clit. She seemed unsure of herself,
unfamiliar with her own body, and Tyrone got the impression this was her
first time masturbating. As he watched, she started raising her hips and
he watched her cum all over her hands. 
Black Shemale Cock into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse,
attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held
closed the front of her pants. This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's
conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong
customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here!
Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl
stood unsteadily, peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some
trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his
arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you
just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down
the girl's face, but she followed without protest.
Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She
had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she
crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.
He would help her.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar
talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched,
and then walked back behind the counter.
"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll
make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.
Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the
drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had
almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of
handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away,
drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. Slowly, with the exaggerated
caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her
lips.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Black Dick Sluts They looked
like two large oranges stuffed into one winkly, black sack. She cupped
them amazed at their weight. Johnny's testicles had only been about as
big as ping pong balls.
"Now Ann, I want you to lay back on the towel. Tyrone kneel between her
legs and kiss your way down her belly."
Ann found her belly spasming at each kiss from Tyrone's lips. The blood
was rushing through her ears so fast she could barely hear Latrell
telling her to lift her hips up. She did and latrell untied her g-string
and pulled it away. Tyrone leaned down and kissed her belly button and
then worked his way down her shaved crotch. Ann spread her legs without
being told.
"Aaaaah," Ann cried as his tongue touched her clit, causing her to have
an involuntary orgasm. It was her first and it had felt incredible.
"Sorry, slipped again," murmured Tyrone.
"Now Tyrone grab her knees and move your cock as close to her pussy as
you can without touching her."
Ann leaned her head up and watched his black monstrosity approach her
pus..vagina. Her body was screaming at her to spread her legs further to
let it in. She wanted to cum again.
"Oooooh," she moaned as his cock accidentally touched her labia, "Watch
it."
Tyrone pulled back and Ann saw that his cock head had emerged from his
foreskin and it was glistening with her juices.
Latrell moved up close and snapped some closeups of Tyrone's cock
pointing at her pussy. Ann could see Latrell's hard cock outlined under
his pants. She had a strong urge to see what it looked like. She wanted
to compare it to Tyrone's.
"Great job guys. Lets get some doggy shots. Ann turn over on your hands
and knees."
Ann turned over and got on all fours, while Latrell snapped some
pictures. She shivered at the thought of Tyrone's fat ten incher
pointing at her pussy.
"Spread her ass cheeks and then rest your cock between them."
Ann felt Tyrone's