Mandingo People Ann stepped off the bus and looked up at the sky in awe. The skyscrapers
strived to reach heaven like the tower of Babel from the bible. New York
City, the most famous skyline in the world, was even more amazing then
she imagined.
Ann had just stopped at the bottom of the bus, staring at the city
sights and she was rudely pushed out of the way by the other
disembarking passengers. She moved out of the way still staring as she
collected her bags.
New York was both beautiful and ugly. The buildings were amazing, but
they were also a dull gray and the curb stank of exhaust fumes. It was
also the noisiest place she had ever been, car horns were constantly
honking and brakes were squealing. Ann heard the word "fuck," three
times in five minutes, mostly from taxi drivers yelling at one another.
This certainly wasn't Idaho.
"Excuse me Miss, but would you happen to be a model?" said a deep voice.
Ann had just gotten her bags and turned towards the voice. A well
dressed, young black man was sitting on a bench reading the Wall Street
Journal. "Yes I am," she answered, then added, "Well actually no, but
I'm looking to become a model or maybe an actress."
"My name's Latrell," he said standing up to shake her hand. The black
man towered over her five feet eight inches by almost a foot. He was
only about the tenth black person, she had ever seen. Latrell was both
handsome and charming. He wore a well tailored suit beneath an open
trench coat. He was young, probably only about twenty two.
Ann dropped her bag and shook his hand noticing how his large beefy hand
completely engulfed her small dainty one. His handshake was firm, but
gentle. "Ann, Ann Dutton," she introduced herself.
"I'm a photographer with the E&I modeling agency," he said handing her a
card. "If your looking for work give me a call. We're always looking for
a fresh face."
"Well sir, I'll consider it," said Ann grinning from ear to ear and
knowing she'd be calling him Monday morning. "Thanks."
"Thank you," said Latrell. He tucked his newspaper under his arm and
headed up the sidewalk.
The reigning Miss Teen Idaho watched him walk away for a few minutes
before turning to hail a cab. Ann had always known she had what it takes
to make it in the big city. She checked her watch, ten minutes off the
bus and she had a job offer and she wouldn't even turn eighteen until
tomorrow.
"If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere," she sang softly as
a taxi pulled up to her.
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Two days later, Ann tried not to sound too anxious as she called the E&I
modeling agency. Her confidence was shaken as it had taken all her first
day to find an apartment, with rent three times higher then she had
budgeted and it wasn't even half the size of one of the apartments on
"Friends". Sunday, she had called her parents on her birthday and
listened to her mom cry about losing her little girl for over two hours.
She knew her phone bill would be sky high, plus she couldn't help but
run up her credit card on her first trip to Macy's. She wasn't overly
worried, soon the money would be rolling in. Miss Teen Idaho wasn't all
that talented, but her looks had always coasted her through life. She
had blown the talent competition, but had garnered a perfect score
during the bathing suit competition.
"E&I, how may I direct your call?" said a nasally female voice on the
other end of the phone.
"Yes, Ann Dutton calling for Latrell."
"Please hold."
Ann waited on hold, surprised there was no music on the line while she
waited. Finally, after about five minutes, she heard Latrell's deep
voice on the other end. "Ann I'm so glad you called. I described you to
the boss and he's definitely interested in meeting you. Would you be
free for a meeting tomorrow?
"Yes, anytime," said Ann barely able to contain herself. Mandingo People the
next song was Practice What You Preach by Barry White. I knew this was
her favorite song so I said, "you like this song, why don't you go dance
now?" She couldn't argue, so she did.
The dance was pretty uneventful; she was a little rigid being afraid that
I might get jealous if she danced suggestively or anything. When the song
was over she came back to the table and sat down. A slow song was playing
and I said, why don't you go dance this song with him? She knew I wasn't
going to let up at this point so she said OK. As she got up to leave, I
said and loosen up a little bit this time.
I don't know if Robert could hear what we were talking about, or if he
just decided he had enough playing around, but he took charge when they
got on the dance floor. He held Angela close so that she could feel the
huge bulge in his pants. As they danced he rubbed her ass and felt her
tits. I could tell she was enjoying it, but every time he touched her she
looked at me for my reaction.
When Angela came back and sat down at the table, I said "That was quite a
dance." She replied "YOU told me to loosen up." I laughed and said,
"That's OK Honey, its your birthday. You can do whatever you want." She
said "Whatever?" I laughed and replied "or whoever." She laughed and we
left it at that.
A few minutes later I got up and used the men's room. I stopped along the
way and asked Peter, who was sitting on the other side of Black Cock Pregnant Black Cock Hard currently accruing interest on her credit
card, she asked, "What would it entail?"
********************
Tyrone called some of the tech boys to have them put up a notice of
Ann's next appearance on E&I's voyeurcam. Sales of her first spycam
video had hit 300, which was a record for voyeurcam. Voyeurcam was a
small, insignificant part of E&I Enterprises, but a profitable one and
the big boss loved profits.
********************
Ann showed up at the warehouse the next day for her lingerie shoot
wearing only sweat clothes and no makeup. Carol had said that all she
had to do was pose in various outfits and that was it. A pretty blonde
greeted her and ushured her towards a chair, where the girl started
teasing Ann's hair.
Ann could see the set, reflected in the mirror by her chair. It was a
large canopied bed. Lights were set up around the room illuminating the
bed. She could see Latrell setting up cameras around the room.
"I thought there would be a lot more people around," said Ann.
"Most of the rooms have permanent sets, so we don't need a lot of
people," said the girl, Suzie, starting to apply makeup to Ann's face
now.
"Excuse me, I'm Mark. I'll be doing some scenes with you," said a voice
over her shoulder. "I think we're doing some honeymoon pictures."
Ann looked in the mirror and was surprised to see a handsome black man
about her own age standing behind her. He wore a robe belted about his
waist, but open enough to show off a lean, muscular chest. "Hi," said
Ann meekly.
"I must say it is a pleasure to meet you," said the black man running
his eyes down her body, stopping to linger on her breasts, before
turning and heading away.
"He's black?" said Ann, which seemed to shock the blonde girl. Ann
didn't want to appear a racist and added, "Wouldn't it be more realistic
for a white guy to pose as my husband?"
"Oh," said Suzie. "I guess there weren't any available today. Besides,
Mark's handsome enough and did you see the size of his cock?"
This shocking statement shut Ann up quickly. She didn't know how to
respond, nor did she go around staring at men's crotches. She couldn't
respond anyway as the girl was now applying lipstick. Ann was worried
that her dad would see the pictures of her posing with a black man and
have a stroke. She would just have to censure the photos before showing
any to her parents.
"Ann," called Latrell. "I'm ready for you. Go put the outfits on in the
order they are placed on the rack from left to right."
Ann looked at the first couple on the rack. They didn't seem to bad. She
grabbed the first and entered the dressing room. Ann quickly stripped
and admired herself in the mirror before putting on the negligee. It was
ankle length, glossy and very elegant. It was sleeveless and hugged her
curves. She thought she looked fantastic.
Ann came out of the room and Latrell put her through various poses,
standing by the bed, sitting on it, laying down like she was napping.
and Ann loved every bit of it. She loved being the center of attention,
posing for the camera, and how sexy the negligee made her feel.
"Alright Mark get in there," said Latrell.
Mark stood up off his chair and dropped his robe. He was wearing only
tight knee length boxers and Ann couldn't help but admire his body, from
his hard, wiry, chest to his crotch. My god, he does have a big
coc...penis. His boxers seemed to tent out and she could see the outline
of what looked like a very fat coc...penis dangling down towards his
knee.
Ann wasn't a virgin, barely. She had let Johnny Thompson, the football
captain, take her virginity before she left Idaho. Johnny had orgasmed
into his condom less then a minute after penetrating her. Ann found it
so unrewarding that she decided to wait again until she got married. The
weirdest thing was that Johnny's Interracial Dp Gangbang
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fantasies though that one of hers was to do a "bad boy." Bill was 5'11"
and had hair down past his shoulders. He had a nice build and showed up
wearing jeans, a leather vest and a t-shirt. Bill sat at the bar and
glanced over at me. I motioned for him to come over.
I had arranged with the bar to have a small cake brought out at 9:00. At
that time Peter and Angela were sitting on one side of the table and
Robert and I were on the other, with Bill sitting on the end. The
waitress brought out the cake and we sang happy birthday. I gave Angela a
package that I had wrapped earlier. I am not sure who was more shocked
when she opened it - her or the waitress. Inside the box was 3 condoms
and a note that said Happy Birthday Honey. Angela said "Oh now I get it."
The waitress - Carrie - looked at me, looked at Peter, Robert and Bill
and then looked at me again. She laughed as she turned and walked away.
I confessed that meeting these guys was not a coincidence and that I had
arranged the whole thing on AOL. Angela laughed and said 'You really are
a pervert." I laughed and said "I guess so." Angela said "Well, what
now." I said let's finish our champagne and then we will go to our room.
As we sipped our champagne we began talking about our fantasies. Bill had
moved over closer to Angela and had his hand on her leg. Peter was on the
other side of her and she had her hand firmly planted on his crotch. I
reminded Angela that True Cuckold Black On White look pretty, but Tyrone ignored her as he
moved his mouse around before the computer. After a few minutes Latrell
came back and led her to a changing room.
The dressing room contained a large full length mirror and had two
bathing suits hanging on the wall. She examined the first, it was a snug
one piece, similar to the one that had won her the Miss Teen Idaho
crown. The other seemed to just be a bunch of strings and patches.
Bikini's weren't allowed in the pageant and they were frowned upon in
the town she grew up in. Ann had never worn a bikini before, so she
chose the one-piece suit.
Ann stripped and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the
rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her
hair was curly brown and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep
golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was
unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair
matched the hair on her head, curly and brown. Ann had a thin waist,
with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her
navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist.
Anne was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure,
making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by
her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish
tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch.
Ann leaned forward and checked her make up, finding it perfect as usual.
She used it sparingly to accentuate her features. Ann didn't like to
wear too much, but then she didn't need to. She winked at herself and
pulled a small tube of vaseline out of her hand bag. She rubbed a dab on
her teeth and blew a kiss at her reflection.
Anne walked out into Tyrone's office, smiling and doing her pageant
walk. The one piece was a little snug, but it accentuated her breasts
and she knew she looked good. Latrell had also provided her high heels
and she paraded around the room in her heels, stopping to pose with one
hand on her hip. A perfect performance, but she missed the applause of
an audience.
"Very nice Miss Dutton," said Latrell. "Now go try on the bikini."
Tyrone grunted in agreement.
Ann almost protested, but instead she nodded and returned to the
dressing room. She stripped off the one piece and picked up the bikini.
She could barely understand what went where. She stepped into the
panties and slid them up her legs. The small patch of material in the
front wasn't enough to completely cover her pubic hair, and she was
embarrassed to see hair sticking out the sides. She would have to trim
herself when she got back to her apartment. The back of the bikini
bottoms didn't have any material, just a thin string that slid up
between her butt cheeks. She tied the strings on the sides and spun
around looking at her bare ass in the mirror. You couldn't even see the
string.
The top was similar to the bottoms. Two thin patches of material just
covered her nipples, exposing just a hint of areola out the tops. The
rest was all string. She lifted her hair and tied the strings together
behind her neck and then behind her back.
Ann looked at herself in the mirror liking how she looked except for the
contrast between her white and tan skin. She was a little nervous
exposing this much of herself to two strangers, but all the super-models
were swimsuit or lingerie models.and if she was to become famous, she'd
have to start somewhere.
The biggest thing that had bothered her was that the two men didn't seem
to really notice her when she had modeled for them, but then they saw
beautiful women every day, plus they were black and probably didn't find
white women attractive.
Well, she would just have to make them notice her. Ann flicked up her
top, exposing her breasts. 
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When we got to the room Angela quickly stripped out of her clothes. She
laid down on the bed and grabbed Robert by the hand. As his huge black
cock entered her tight white pussy, I wondered if my small (6") white
cock would ever be good enough for her again. Bill hadn't gotten any
action yet, so he moved over to the side of the bed and began fondling
and kissing her tits. Peter and I sat down in the chairs next to the bed
to watch.
Robert started out slowly and gently. He slid his dark meat in and out of
her pussy with intentional skill, reaching the downstroke each time just
as she thrust her hips up to take all of him. Bill reached down with his
other hand and started playing with Angela's clit. Angela was screaming
with excitement as Robert was now pumping his cock into her wet pussy as
hard and fast as he could.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled my cock out of my pants and began
stroking it. What happened next shocked me. Peter knelt down in front of
me and began sucking my cock. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I was so
horny and it felt so good I couldn't. He really knew how to suck a cock.
He took my entire cock deep into his mouth and tongued all around the
shaft then back up to the tip.
Robert continued to use Angela's love hole for what seemed like hours.
Bill had shoved his cock in Angela's mouth and she was stroking it with
her lips Black Dick Photo on a vine. She saw his cock again when Mark had her kneel
before Mark and look up at him with her arms wrapped around his legs.
She was looking right under his loincloth as they posed.
For the last pose, Mark stood close to her and stood her on a ledge so
that their crotches were level.
"Ok Ann, rub your hands down his chest like you've never seen a better
body," said Latrell still snapping away.
Ann reached out and started running her hands over Mark's shoulders and
chest while he just stood there and grinned at her. Mark did have a nice
body. Johnny had been about the same size, though the muscles seemed to
look better on a black man. Mark wasn't as beefy as Latrell or Tyrone,
but he was a very sexy man, for a black guy.
"Run your hands down over his stomach," said Latrell.
Ann moved her hands slowly down Mark's
chest and over the ridges of his abbs. His stomach was as hard as his
cock...as a rock. She ran her hands all the way down to the top of his
loin cloth before stopping.
Ann was running her hands back up his chest when she felt her own
loincloth lifting up. She looked at Mark, but his hands were clasped
behind his back. She looked down and stepped back, letting her loin
cloth fall back down. Mark's big cock had gotten hard again and lifted
up her loincloth as it grew, pushing his own out of the way. Before she
moved back, the head had rubbed against her newly shaved vagina. She
hoped Latrell hadn't taken any accidental shots of their crotches.
"Alright you two are done here," said Latrell.
Mark walked away his nine inch python bobbing before him, his loincloth
pushed off to the side and Ann practically ran to the changing room. She
quickly stripped noticing she was soaking wet again in the mirror and
there was even a wet spot high on her shaved vagina around where his
cock head had touched her.
She threw on her sweats and walked back into the studio. "Great job
today Ann," said Latrell handing her an envelope stuffed with cash.
As she reached down to take the money, Ann gasped when she saw that
Latrell had a bulging erection that looked even bigger then Mark's. She
snatched the money and headed for the door. As she was leaving she
noticed the blonde girl following Mark and Latrell over towards the
bedroom set, probably to clean up. Ann wished she could stay to help,
but she was anxious to get away from the studio and those big black
cocks.
She surreptitiously counted the money when she got in a taxi, then
recounted it. It was only $300, not enough to pay her rent, let alone
her credit cards.
********************
"I see things went well," said Latrell walking into Tyrone's office.
Tyrone grunted and finished wiping his cock off on Carol's nude body
splayed out on his desk. Carol had a dazed look on her face.
Tyrone sat down between her legs and watched his sperm dripping out of
the gaping hole that had once been Carol's tight little married pussy.
He looked back up at Latrell. "Man you should see the vid clip of that
bitch getting her pussy shaved," he said. The new video had already sold
400 copies and was still climbing. Plus, it had boosted Ann's first
video sales up."
Latrell said, "You should see some of the pictures. Man, the look on her
face when she first saw Mark's cock will make us a fortune all by
itself.
"Good," said Tyrone. "Have them developed immediately and we'll post
them on E&I's interracial sites and get them out to the mags.
Did the video's get it all?"
"Yes sir," answered Latrell. "I thnk we'll get some good vid clips out
of it. The jungle scenes will be the best. Mark actually lifted her
loincloth up with his cock."
Tyrone was laughing as Latrell left to develop the film. He looked at
Carol, she was just starting to recover and so was Tyrone. His cock was
stiffening up once again. 
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next song was Practice What You Preach by Barry White. I knew this was
her favorite song so I said, "you like this song, why don't you go dance
now?" She couldn't argue, so she did.
The dance was pretty uneventful; she was a little rigid being afraid that
I might get jealous if she danced suggestively or anything. When the song
was over she came back to the table and sat down. A slow song was playing
and I said, why don't you go dance this song with him? She knew I wasn't
going to let up at this point so she said OK. As she got up to leave, I
said and loosen up a little bit this time.
I don't know if Robert could hear what we were talking about, or if he
just decided he had enough playing around, but he took charge when they
got on the dance floor. He held Angela close so that she could feel the
huge bulge in his pants. As they danced he rubbed her ass and felt her
tits. I could tell she was enjoying it, but every time he touched her she
looked at me for my reaction.
When Angela came back and sat down at the table, I said "That was quite a
dance." She replied "YOU told me to loosen up." I laughed and said,
"That's OK Honey, its your birthday. You can do whatever you want." She
said "Whatever?" I laughed and replied "or whoever." She laughed and we
left it at that.
A few minutes later I got up and used the men's room. I stopped along the
way and asked Peter, who was sitting on the other side of Mandingo People Johnny's penis was only about five inches long
when hard and Mark looked bigger then that soft.
"Mark pick her up like your carrying her across the threshold," said
Latrell.
Mark effortlessly picked her up and they posed in front of the cameras.
"Now set her down by the bed and pick up the champagne glasses," said
Latrell reloading the camera.
Now rub up against each other and clink your glasses together and look
at each other like it's the happiest day of your life."
Ann looked up at Mark as he pressed his crotch into her hips. She could
feel his penis pressing against her. It was big and it was moving under
his shorts, growing. Mark just grinned at her as he brought his glass
against hers.
"Now lean down and kiss your wife," said Latrell the camera clicking off
pictures.
Ann didn't want to kiss a black man and was about to protest when Mark's
lips met hers. She felt his tongue probing against her lips, but she
kept them firmly shut, though she had a strong desire to let him in and
kiss back. She felt his penis jerk against her leg.
"Good now Mark step back, reach out and pull one strap down."
It took every bit of Ann's will not to look down at his crotch as Mark
stepped away from her. Her heart started humping in her chest and the
blood rushed in her ears as Mark reached out for her negligee strap. Ann
felt her nipples hardening up against the thin material of the gown and
she could feel wetness between her legs.
Mark's hand touched her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. He slowly
pulled the strap down revealing more of her breast with each second. The
gown caught on her prominant nipples and then Mark tugged it down,
baring one of her breasts. Embarrassed, Ann quickly pulled her gown back
up.
"Ok Ann, sit down on the bed," called Latrell.
Ann was relieved to sit down as her legs felt weak. However, this put
her eye level with Marks bulging boxer shorts. She thought this was an
odd pose, but Latrell was snapping away.
Ann saw Mark's penis move, like it was struggling to get free and with
one jerk, the tip of the head emerged from the waist band of his boxers.
"Do something about your cock Mark," called Latrell.
Ann looked at Latrell, her eyes saying thanks and then looked back.
Mark's penis was lashing out at her and she jerked her head back. He had
pulled the waist band down, freeing his penis. It was huge, plump, and
at least nine inches long. The head throbbed like it was gasping for
air. He held it there before her open mouth for several seconds.
"What's a matter Ann, never seen a black cock before?" said Mark.
Ann just shook her head and stared as he tried to stuff it back into his
boxers.
"Alright Mark I won't need you for a while," yelled Latrell.
Mark leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you meet me in one
of the rooms during lunch and I'll show you what a black cock can do?"
"No thanks," said Ann. "I don't date coworkers."
Mark seemed taken aback like he wasn't used to rejection.
"Mark leave the NEW girl alone," called Latrell saving her. "Ann go put
on the next outfit."
Ann was glad to get away from Mark. The thought of being with a black
man disgusted her, but her body apparently liked the idea as her nipples
were so hard they hurt and her vagina was gushing.
She returned to the changing room and stripped. Ann grabbed some tissues
and spread her legs before the mirror, so that she could see well enough
to wipe away the signs of her arousal.
She grabbed the next outfit and felt dismayed when she realized how many
there were. This was going to be a long day.
This outfit was a small teddy, which consisted of lacy blue panties,
bra, and a silk camisole that tied between her breasts and hung down a v
opening revealing her belly button. She left the changing room in time
to see Mark