Fresh Off The Bus 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
copyright 2000 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009


Note: This story originally appeared in 4 parts.

04/99

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 it would be.

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 was certainly not
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 possibly 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 you're 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 already had a job offer
one day before her eighteenth birthday.

"If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere," she sang
softly as a taxi pulled up to her.

**********

Two days later, Ann tried not to sound too anxious as she called
the E&I Modeling Agency. Her confidence was a bit shaken as it
had taken all her first day in the city to find an apartment and
with rent three times higher then she had Budgeted. Plus, 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 Modeling Agency, 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.

"Great. Come to the address on the business card at noon and
bring your portfolio. Bye."

Ann listened to the click as Latrell hung up. She didn't have a
portfolio yet. She hung up the phone and smiled. She would just
have smile and bat her eyes a little more at the interview and
they would be fools if they didn't hire her.

Ann spent the rest of the day sightseeing and treated herself to
a complete makeover, getting her hair and nails done. She also
couldn't help but run up her credit card a little more at some of
the classy stores on Fifth Ave.

**********

The taxi pulled up to an old warehouse near the docks. Ann got
out and paid the driver, then looked at the decrepit building.
She looked at the address on the card for the third time since
the cab pulled up here. There was no doubt this was the right
place.

She walked around to the side of the building and noticed stairs
leading up to a door. She walked up the stairs and knocked. She
saw Latrell through the window and waved at him.

"Ann, thanks for coming," said Latrell, opening the door and
swallowing up her little hand in his again. "Come on in, I'll
show you around and take you to see Tyrone."

Ann followed Latrell into the building. For the most part it was
dirty and deserted with a few rooms cleaned up. She passed an
empty photography studio and wondered where all the people were.
"This isn't exactly what I expected," she said to the black man.

"We just moved into this building. It'll take us a while to get
it up to speed," said Latrell, holding open a door to a small
waiting room with an empty desk.

A tired looking woman came out of a door by the desk. She was
only about thirty, but looked older and she wore a scandalously
short skirt and too much makeup. "Tyrone will see you now," said
the same nasally voice that she had spoken to yesterday.

Latrell nodded and entered the office. The woman had some white
yogurt or pudding dripping out of the corner of her mouth and Ann
gestured with her finger towards her own mouth. The woman
understood and her tongue flickered out and slurped up the white
stuff. Ann smiled and followed Latrell into the room.

This room was the best decorated so far with a garish carpet, a
book case filled with unlabeled video tapes, and a large desk
with a computer on it. A giant black man sat at the desk. He was
very black and very ugly with a broad face, flat nose, and big
lips. He was bigger then Latrell, but not as tall.

"Tyrone, this is Ann Dutton," said Latrell.

Tyrone didn't bother getting up and Ann flashed him her most
dazzling smile and walked over to shake his hand. He didn't hurt
her, but he had the most powerful grip she had ever felt. She
felt dwarfed by these two powerful men.

"Well Miss Dutton," said Tyrone. "Lets see your portfolio."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have one," she said trying to look sweet
and sad at the same time, turning on the charm.

"What? No portfolio. We only deal with professionals here at E&I.

Ann's eyes grew wide. These men weren't as easy to manipulate as
the boys back home. "I'm sorry, I meant that I have a portfolio,
but it's back home in Idaho," she lied, crossing her fingers.

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Dutton. I prefer to look at a
model's portfolio up front," said Tyrone leaning back in his
chair. "I'm afraid there's no point going on with this interview,
short of you modeling some clothes for us now."

Ann was horrified. She was counting on this job to cover her
bills. "Well Tyrone, I'm very interested in working for a company
like E&I and I'd be willing to model some clothes for you now."

"Ok, I'll give you a shot. Latrell find her a couple of bathing
suits to wear for us."

"You won't be disappointed sir," she said.

Tyrone grunted and turned to his computer. Ann sat there and
tried to 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 were frowned upon in the town she grew up in, so she
hadn`t worn one at the pageant. 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. She stuck two fingers in her
mouth, wetting them, and she ran them around her nipples teasing
them to erectness. They quickly popped out their full half-inch,
plumping up and turning red. Ann smiled and pulled the bikini top
down again. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top, and
they stretched out the thin material exposing more of her areola.

**********

"Fuck, will you look at this slut," said Tyrone watching Ann
teasing her nipples to erectness on the computer screen. "She's
your best yet Latrell."

"Thank you, sir," replied Latrell, watching the screen over
Tyrone's shoulder.

Tyrone licked his lips at the sight of her big, firm breasts. The
top of the screen over Ann read
www.eivoyeurcam.com/model/dressingroom, a division of E&I
Enterprises. The camera behind the mirror was state-of-the-art,
Ann was crystal clear and in color.

Tyrone Jones, part-time pimp, full time pornographer looked at
the bottom of the screen. 50 subscribers were logged on to check
out the new girl, live at her noon tryouts. The other 3000 would
check out the best of eivoyeurcam at their own leisure.

Tyrone pressed a button on the keyboard and a link appeared on
the screen, with the words: video available, $19.95. He looked
over at the order counter and watched it turn fro 0 to 1, then
jump to 5, and it started climbing from there.

Tyrone looked up when Ann entered the room in the small string
bikini. His long cock dangled outside of his zipper since Tyrone
didn't want his semen staining his $200 silk boxers and his cock
continued to drip sperm on the carpet long after the blow job his
secretary had given him, adding fresh stains to dozens of older
ones. Now his cock was reversing course, fattening and stiffening
up, until it slammed against the bottom of his desk with a thunk
that made him wince. Ann passed the test.

"Even out that tan and you're hired," said Tyrone staring at her
breasts. Clear as the picture on the computer was, they were
nothing compared to seeing the real thing in front of you.

"I'll be in the tanning booth within the hour," replied the young
woman, who was blushing furiously as the two black men ogled her
body.

Tyrone looked over at the computer screen. Video orders had
stagnated at 15. He needed some more shots. "First, I'll want
Latrell to take some pictures for a quick portfolio. We'll take
some more when you're tan On another day. Congratulations," he
said shaking her hand without getting up from his desk. The young
fool seemed thrilled as she left with Latrell.

"Carol, come in here and take some more dictation," he yelled to
his secretary, moving his chair back so that his secretary could
crawl between his legs. He looked up at the computer as Carol
wrapped her talented lips around the head of his cock. Ann was
back on screen changing again and the orders were climbing as
more members logged on.

**********

Ann spent the following week sightseeing and she joined a gym to
keep in shape. By the end of the week she had an all around tan
from going to the tanning salon every day. The problem was all
this cost money and hers was rapidly disappearing. This city
seemed to suck up cash faster then an Oreck vacuum and she hadn't
gotten any calls from E&I yet.

Finally, Ann decided she couldn't wait any longer and dialed
E&I's number. Carol answered the phone. "Hi, this is Ann Dutton.
I was wondering if I'd had any job offers?"

"Sure honey," said Carol's nasally voice, "but they're all nudes
and you checked "no nudes" on the questionnaire."

"Oh really, I didn't know there was that much call for nude
modeling," she said into the phone.

"We do have an open call for a buxom brunette to do some sexy
lingerie shots, if you're interested," said Carol.

Ann wasn't comfortable with the idea, but as she looked around
her tiny apartment at her new furniture 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 ushered 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 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 prominent 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 the 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 and Suzie disappearing into
a room. Lucky them, they get to take a break.

Late in the afternoon, they broke for lunch. Ann was exhausted
and greedily ate up the cold cuts from a deli tray to restore her
energy. Suzie returned from her break, though she looked
disheveled and even more exhausted then Ann. She sat Ann in the
chair and started applying new makeup on her.

Ann took a short nap in the chair until the girl nudged her awake
and she walked over to the changing room. Ann grabbed the next
outfit relieved that they were progressively getting skimpier.
That way she didn't have to expend much energy changing any more.

This one was a red bra and panties with white fluff around the
edges and a Santa Claus hat.  She put it on and looked at herself
in the mirror Ann didn't recognize the person looking back a her.
The blonde had changed the makeup from sweet to slutty. She
looked beautiful.

Latrell led her into a room with one wall painted with an igloo
and a sign that read, "North Pole."  They finished quickly and
returned to the bedroom set for the next couple shots of her in a
lacy white garter.

The next one was a valentines day outfit which consisted of
crotch-less red panties, some red string running across her
belly, and two tiny heart shaped patches to cover her nipples.

Latrell brought in Mark for some more pictures. He was wearing
red boxers this time and his erection had disappeared, though she
could still see the outline of his impressive cock. Luckily, they
didn't have to get too close to each other.

The next to the last outfit was just a bunch of thin strips
across her body. They covered her nipples but not her areola and
they also showed off large strips of pubic hair. Ann refused to
wear this one as it was too revealing and called out to Suzie to
go tell Latrell.

The blonde returned quickly saying, "Latrell says if you don't
wear it we won't get paid by our client, but if it's your pubic
hair your worried about, I can shave you.

Ann couldn't imagine not getting paid for this hard days work and
relented. Without the hair sticking out, it would look just like
skin. She stripped naked and sat on the bench facing the mirror.
The blonde came in with a razor and shaving cream and quickly
coated Ann's thick bush. She plugged in the razor and sat beside
Ann, leaning over to shave her.

Ann watched the girl in the mirror. She could see her wet labia
as the girl started shaving the top of her pubes just under her
belly. As the girl moved lower the vibration from the razor began
having an effect on Ann. She watched more juice coat her labia
and her lips parted. When the razor reached the last bit on the
nub, Ann could see her clit swelling with desire. She stifled a
moan relieved that it was finished, but almost wishing Suzie had
kept it up just a little longer.

The girl left and Ann rubbed her bare crotch. It felt smooth and
sensitive to the touch and Ann shivered as her hand ran over it.
She quickly put the ribbons back on, thinking they did look
better without all that ugly hair sticking out.

Latrell took a lot of pictures of that outfit before telling her
to meet him in a different room after putting on the last outfit
of the day. Ann was relieved to see the last one wasn't as
revealing. It was more of a leopard skin bikini. Well the top was
anyway. The bottom was actually a loin cloth that left her ass
bare. She liked this look as she felt like some kind of Jungle
queen.

Of course, the next set was painted like a jungle. There were
actually ropes hanging from the ceiling decorated like crude
vines. Mark was walking around in a leopard skin loin cloth. His
ass was as impressive as the rest of him. Hard and tight, his
cheeks flexed as he walked.

Latrell put them through several poses. Mark held her like they
were swinging on a vine. She saw his cock again when Latrell 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 abdominals. 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 200 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 think 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.



Chapter 2

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. "You're 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 we're going to take some pictures of you in the
bikini first and then you're going to take off your top and
spring up like you just lost it in a wave. Let me get some shots
of 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
top off," said Latrell.

"Wait! Before I do it, I'd like to know how much I'm getting for
this."

Tyrone had been watching from the corner of the room smoking a
cigar. He stepped forward and said, "This job pays $500."

"That's it," she said. She had been starting to untie her top,
but quit when he told her how much.

"That's it," he said puffing away on the cigar. "Nudes aren't
worth that much unless we bring in a male model. Then it would be
$1200."

$1200, that would pay off her rent and a good part of her credit
card. "I can't do that, my parents would die if they saw me nude
with a man."

"You're in luck. The magazine this is for is only distributed on
the East coast," said Tyrone.

"I'm confused. What exactly would these pictures be selling if
I'm not wearing clothes?"

"Magazines of course," said Tyrone.

"What kind of magazines?"

"We call them adult oriented," said Tyrone.

'My god,' she thought. 'I almost just posed nude for a porno
rag.' "I'm sorry, I can't do this," said Ann heading towards the
dressing room to get her clothes.

"The choice is yours Ann, but there's not much else you can do in
this city to earn $1200 for one day's work," Tyrone called after
her.
Ann had almost made it to the dressing room when a hand grabbed
her shoulder. "Ann wait," said Latrell spinning her around. "I
think you should reconsider."

"I can't do it Latrell. I'm a decent, moral woman. Those
magazines exploit women."
"Ann, look, I know you need the money and you don't have to worry
about these pictures getting out West to your parents.

"I can't Latrell," she said sobbing as tears welled up in her
eyes.

"All you have to do is some suggestive poses with a male model.
You don't have to actually have sex with him, just pose."

"I can't do it," she said suddenly feeling guilty. Latrell had
discovered her after all and gotten her a job.

"Listen Ann, I don't 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 the 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 look 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." Ann
went over to the sea scene painted on the wall and Latrell
continued, "Wave your hand up into the air like you need help.
Now close your eyes, like You're going unconscious and we'll
bring in the lifeguard." Ann did as she was told and felt herself
being lifted into strong male arms. "Hang limply Ann until I say
to wake up." Ann felt the lifeguard walking like he was carrying
her out of the water.

"Lay her down on the blanket, bend over and give her mouth to
mouth."

Ann didn't think she would have to have physical contact and was
about to protest when she felt big lips connect with hers.

"Ann wake up and look at your hero."

Ann opened her eyes and stared into Tyrone's brutish face. She
gasped. "Tyrone! You're the model!"

Tyrone grinned and she saw the light reflect off a gold tooth.
"None of our regular models were available on such short notice,
so I decided to fill in."

Ann didn't like the idea of posing nude with an ugly black man
like Tyrone. "Why couldn't Latrell do it," she said thinking that
the handsome black man would make a better model.

"Because I don't know anything about photography."

"Ann wrap your arms around Tyrone's neck and look at him like
he's the most handsome man you've ever seen," said Latrell. Ann
did thinking that she would make a good actress as she stared
lovingly, at the ugly, black man.

"Great, now Tyrone back off and look at her body and Ann thrust
those big breasts up a little.

"Tyrone, now lean over and cup her breasts, now bend over and
stick your tongue out at her nipple while I zoom in."

"Wait," said Ann. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a close up."

"Look at it this way Ann, The more I zoom in on your body, the
less chance of someone recognizing your face."

That made up Ann's mind pretty quick. Then, her body jerked as
Tyrone's tongue flickered over her nipple. "Hey no touching," she
said.

"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? Not only was
Tyrone ugly, but he was a black man. He did seem to exude
masculinity more then any other man she had ever known.

"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 working 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 a very thick cock and
she 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. It
stank too, but it was a manly stink, not unpleasant.

"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.  She leaned closer to it and
sniffed it again.

"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
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 Tyrone
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 it's foreskin and it was glistening with her juices.

Latrell moved up close and snapped some close-ups 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 inch
black cock pointing at her pussy.

"Spread her ass cheeks and then rest your cock between them."

Ann felt Tyrone's beefy hands grab each of her butt cheeks and
spread them apart. He was getting a view of her private parts, no
man had ever had before and it was getting captured on film.

"Tyrone why don't you bend down like you're going to lick her
asshole."

'These guys were sick,' she thought. 'normal people didn't do
this in real life.' Then Tyrone slipped again. "Ahh," she jumped
when his tongue touched her ass hole. It hadn't felt bad like she
expected.

Tyrone leaned up and Ann cried, "Oww." He had just smacked his
cock against her ass cheek. He slowly slid his cock over to the
crack in her ass and rested it between her cheeks so that Latrell
could take some pictures, before he squeezed her cheeks together
around his cock. Ann's mind flashed on an image of the long black
sausage on a bun sold by street vendors around the city.

Ann couldn't help herself and moaned as Tyrone's cock started
sliding down her cheeks. He stopped it when the head rested on
her ass and he pressed down hard enough that she could feel the
pressure against her anus. Latrell took a lot of close-ups.

Tyrone backed up a little and the head of his cock felt wet as it
moved down her ass and to her pussy. Ann couldn't believe her own
body would react this way, but she swore her labia was spreading
apart for him wanting to feel his cock inside her. Her body was
screaming at her to push back, but she came to her senses and
clamped her thighs shut.

"Ann, one last pose. Turn around and put your lips against his
cock. I want you to kiss it like it had just given you the best
sex of your life."

Ann didn't really want to put her lips on Tyrone's cock, but she
really wanted to get this over with. Her heart was pounding and
she was sweating from her horniness. She turned and faced his
ugly cock. She closed her eyes and placed her lips against it.

"Open your eyes and look up at him, while keeping your lips
pressed against his cock."

Ann opened her eyes and looked down the length of Tyrone's 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 twelve 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,
1000 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.

Chapter 3



Ann's porn lay out hadn't been all that bad  especially, when the
$1200 paid her rent and a nice chunk of her credit card bill. The
only negative consequences to her photo shoot was that she was
horny all the time. The biggest benefit, after the money, was
that she had discovered the joys of masturbation. Ann had
discovered how to make herself orgasm and found herself
masturbating twice a day. She would wake up every morning aroused
after dreaming about big cocks all night and her hand would
immediately move between her legs. At night, while relaxing in
the tub., she would run the soap over her body, closer and closer
to her horny pussy until she couldn't resist it any more and her
fingers would plunge into her pussy.

Latrell called several times over the next month with more nude
offers. She rejected each one saying that it had been a one time
thing only and hoping he was calling with an offer from a big
name company.

Ann was starting to wonder about E&I and decided to put in
applications at some of the bigger modeling agencies in the city.
She walked into the first one full of confidence, looking in awe
at the modern building filled with beautiful people, thinking
this would be a great place to work. Ten minutes later she was on
the street thinking, 'My breasts aren't too big.'

By the end of the week her self-esteem had been crushed from all
the rejection. "You're not what we're looking for." "This years
in-look is waifish and flat chested, sorry." "Not enough
experience." One sleazy man had even laughed and told her she had
a stripper's body not a model's.

Ann was feeling dejected when she walked up to the newsstand to
by this month's Cosmo. The attendant was an old black man and
Ann's eyes flickered down to his crotch wondering what his cock
looked like.

When her eyes looked up from an unimpressive bulge, they settled
on a picture of her and Tyrone on the cover of a porn magazine.
She gasped when she saw that her face hadn't been doctored like
Latrell had promised. She blushed as she bought the magazine. The
black man snickered, but luckily didn't notice it was her on the
cover.

When Ann got home, she brought out the magazine to examine it.
The cover was a picture of Tyrone in his lifeguard shorts
carrying her like he had just rescued her. Her breasts had been
dotted out. She flipped through it and was shocked to see that
all the male models were black and all the women white. She
closed it and looked at the cover. The magazine was called Ebony
and Ivory. Ann opened to the table of contents and read the
subscription information. The magazine was published by E&I
Enterprises.

Ann looked at the table of contents and opened it to her layout.
She was aghast by the pictures. There was Tyrone licking her
pussy, her ass hole, his cock poised on her wet pussy, and her
looking up a him grinning as she kissed his cock. Ann was
horrified at the pictures, but even worse her pussy was gushing
so bad she had to go masturbate.

**********

A couple weeks later, Ann was getting desperate again. Latrell
had called several times with offers of more nude lay outs, but
she turned him down. Each time she talked to him, she crossed her
fingers hoping it was for a legitimate modeling job.

Towards the end of the month, The phone rang right when she was
staring at her credit card statement. She was still  in shock
when she answered it. "Hello."

"Ann, Tyrone."

"Tyrone, I hope your calling about a job. Has anything opened
up?"

"Just tons of offers for nudes."

"No, I told you that would be only a one shot deal," she said,
looking down at the statement and thinking, 'Well maybe just once
more to get me through another month.'

"I know, I know," said Tyrone. "I just wanted to let you know
about another offer that I turned down."

"Turned down? How much did it pay?"

"$2500."

"$2500! What would I have to do?"

"Ann we have a wealthy subscriber, that wants a private video of
you giving a blow job to the male model."

Ann was horrified. She would never put a penis in her mouth, let
alone an ugly black cock, like Tyrone's. "No way."

"That's why I turned him down, but I'm obligated to notify you of
all offers."

"No way," she said again. "I might be willing to do one more nude
layout, if it's tasteful." Tasteful to her meaning, an attractive
white male model.

"I can get you all the work you need Ann."

"Let me think about it. Tell me one thing though. Why didn't
Latrell change my features on the last layout?"

"Sorry about that Ann, but our computers crashed and we had a
deadline to meet."

"Well I won't even consider it until it's fixed."

"Already done."

"Good, I'll get back to you," she said hanging up the phone.

Ann puttered around the house for an hour, her eyes kept being
drawn to the Ebony and Ivory magazine on her table. She sat down
at the table and started leafing through it. All the white women
were attractive, with large breasts like hers, and all the black
men had big, fat cocks, many even bigger then Tyrone's. Many of
the pictures showed, women giving the men blow jobs. She was
amazed at how they managed to swallow those big cocks into their
throats. Some of the pictures went along with stories and Ann
found herself becoming aroused as she read them.

The phone rang, snapping her out of her daydreams. Ann looked
down to see that she had dropped her panties and was rapidly
fingering herself while staring at the picture of herself with
her lips on Tyrone's cock. The caption read: "Thanks for saving
me."

The phone rang again and Ann answered it. "Ann, Tyrone. I just
wanted you to know that the client has upped his offer to $5000.
I told him no again. I do have one job open for you to pose nude
alone, but it only pays $300."

Ann gasped in shock. That much money for a couple hours work
would carry her into the next month. "Tell me more about the
video?"

**********

Ann didn't agree to do it, but said she would get back to him.
She didn't even consider the $300 job. Tyrone had said it was a
private video for a client, so there was no chance of her parents
seeing it and it was a lot of money. Johnny had only lasted a
couple minutes when he had taken her virginity, so it wasn't like
she would have Tyrone's cock in her mouth for very long.

After talking to Tyrone, Ann went back to looking at the
pictures. The one labeled: Oh my god, he's huge-which actually
mirrored her thoughts- was the shot where she had first pulled
down his lifeguard shorts. Ann's mouth was open in shock at
seeing that 10" cock for the first time.

Ann imagined putting that cock into her mouth and couldn't see
how it would be possible. Then she had an idea. If she was going
to do this, she would want to make it as quick and easy as
possible.

*********

Ann was wearing shades and a baseball cap as she walked into the
sex shop. A month ago, if someone had suggested that Ann Dutton,
Miss Teen Idaho, would be shopping for dildos in a sex shop, she
would have smacked them. Now here she was blushing furiously
under her cap hoping no one would notice her and of course every
man in the store was looking at her. Ann looked around and
realized she was the only woman in the shop.

She pulled the cap down and quickly walked over to the sex toys.
She looked around for a while until she found one that was about
Tyrone's size, then discarded it as it was white and she wanted
realism. Finally, there it was on the wall, a fat ten inch black
dildo, that almost looked identical to Tyrone's cock. She grabbed
it and preceded to the counter.

The attendant was an older white man, who looked surprised to see
a pretty young girl like Ann in his store. He sneered at her when
he saw the black dildo. "Say don't I know you?"

"No, I don't think so," said Ann paying for it and leaving.
Before she left, she noticed the man had been reading a magazine
with a picture of a women with her legs spread, getting her pussy
shaved by a blonde girl. Which reminded her, she should shave her
pussy tonight. It was starting to itch.

When Ann got home she quickly unwrapped the dildo and held it in
her hands. It was an uncircumcised black penis, with a wrinkly
foreskin and crisscrossed with veins. It was almost identical to
Tyrone's cock. She was impressed with the realism, but
disappointed. It wasn't warm to the touch like Tyrone's had been
and she missed feeling it's veins pulsing. Tyrone's cock had felt
powerful, this felt like plastic.

Ann sat down at the kitchen table and held the dildo up before
her, so that it looked like it was growing from the table top.

"Alright Tyrone, let's see what you taste like?" she said, before
bringing her lips down around the head. Ann quickly pulled her
mouth back up, smacking her lips. Tyrone tasted like plastic. Ann
got up and retrieved some honey from the kitchen. She poured it
in her hand and coated the dildo with it, running her hand up and
down the shaft, like she was jerking it off. She had jerked
Johnny off a couple times before they finally had sex. He had
squirted a couple drops of semen on her hand after a few strokes
bucking and moaning as he came. Stroking Tyrone was more
rewarding. A piece of plastic was more of a man then her previous
boyfriend.

Ann reached over and opened the magazine to one of the girls
sucking on a black cock around Tyrone's size. She bent back down
and started licking around the head, just like the girl in the
picture. The honey tasted a lot better then plastic. In another
picture the girl was licking down the shaft and in the next she
was kissing his balls as his cock rested against her face. Ann
tried that, finding it wasn't all that hard to do.

In the next set of pictures, the girl had opened wide and taken
the head in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and her lips closed
tightly around four inches of the man's penis. Ann braced her
lips against the plastic pee slit and slowly pushed it into her
mouth, stretching her jaw wide as the thick part under the head
entered her mouth. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat.

Ann took a break and fixed herself a sandwich, flipping through
the now familiar pictures as she ate. When she was done eating,
she returned to the dildo and tried again.

The girl in the picture had pulled back the foreskin and was
licking or sucking on the head. Ann snickered at the picture.
Tyrone's cock head had been plumper then this guy's. The girl had
it easy.

Ann couldn't pull back the head on the dildo and she almost
wished she could have the real thing to practice on. She
contented herself with licking and slurping on the head of the
dildo. Ann pushed down, taking it into her mouth again and got a
little more this time before gagging.

Ann decided it would be better to pretend it was the real thing.
She ripped some of the pages of her and Tyrone out of the
magazine and taped them to the bathroom door. She then stripped
down to her new g-string panties They were more comfortable then
her navel-high old Ones. She kneeled before the pictures. She
held Tyrone up to the door and imagined she was back on the set.

"My hero," she said kissing Tyrone. "Let me reward you for saving
me." She kissed Tyrone again and then licked around the head. In
her mind, she wasn't on the set, but was on a real beach in the
Caribbean, rewarding the big Jamaican lifeguard who had pulled
her out of the water. In her fantasy, Tyrone was handsomer, like
Latrell.

Ann bobbed her head up and down about three inches of shaft. She
started pushing inch after inch into her mouth as she grew used
to having it in her mouth. At five inches, the dildo started
penetrating her throat and she gagged again She held it still
suppressing her gag reflex until her throat relaxed. Ann pushed
another inch into her throat and then another, vaguely aware that
she was nearing an orgasm. "Oh Tyrone, I'm cumming," she moaned
after sliding his cock out of her mouth. She hadn't even been
aware that her other hand had pushed aside her panties and was
circling around her clit.

Ann calmed herself down after cumming and quit playing with
herself. She went back to practicing on the dildo. She swallowed
more and more, holding it still as she leaned forward sucking the
dildo in. After about thirty minutes of practice Ann managed to
swallow all but two inches.

Ann felt pretty confident she could go through with this. It
wasn't really that hard. When she got tired of bobbing her head,
she could slurp on the cock head while she recovered. She found
that if she relaxed her jaw and wrapped her lips tight around the
shaft, she could probably make the real Tyrone cum quickly. Then
her face drained as she thought of him cumming in her mouth. She
would have to talk to him about that.

Ann decided to practice off and on all night and she carried the
dildo around with her all through the house.

Before going to bed, Ann liked to relax in the tub. She turned
the water on and fixed herself a glass of wine while the tub
filled. When it was full, she turned off the water and climbed
in, setting Tyrone in the water and her glass of wine on the
floor by the tub. She sighed as she laid back in the tub.

Ann rested for a few minutes, took a sip of wine. The Pakistani
at the liquor store had a crush on her and never asked for her
I.D. Ann grabbed the soap.

Ann decided to clean Tyrone off first. She scrubbed down the
black plastic, cleaning up her saliva and all traces of the
honey. She rinsed Tyrone off and just to make sure she still
could, she deep throated him.

Pleased with herself Ann dropped Tyrone in the water and watched
it bob and float on the top. Ann began soaping her arms and legs.
She dropped the soap and gave herself a quick shave, making sure
her crotch was devoid of stubble.

Ann dropped the razor and grabbed the soap again. She washed her
face and ran the bar of soap down over her chest and breasts,
sliding it further down to her belly.

Tonight, as she had every night since the nude photo shoot, her
hand ran down to her pussy and she began masturbating. She ran
the soap up and down her labia and then dropped it, pushing the
tip of her finger inside her.

Ann closed her eyes, settled down in the water and moaned as she
fingered herself. She arched her hips as she plunged her finger
in and out of her horny pussy. Something nudged against her pussy
and she opened her eyes and looked between her legs. Tyrone had
floated over and the tip was poised on her pussy just like the
real Tyrone's cock had in the photo shoot.

Ann thought it was disgusting to stick an inanimate object in her
pussy, but she figured it couldn't hurt to just rub it along her
labia. She grabbed Tyrone and rubbed him over her labia as she
moved her finger up, teasing her clit.

'This is nice,' she thought, moving Tyrone rapidly across her
pussy lips. As she moved the dildo, her labia began opening and
she began pushing the dildo harder against it. Her lips parted,
sliding over the head of the dildo as it entered her. Ann
screamed as she came, when her lips closed over the head. Ann
pushed another inch in, loving the unaccustomed thickness of the
shaft. "Fuck me Tyrone. Fuck my pussy," she cried as she pushed
five inches inside her and had her biggest orgasm yet.

Finally satisfied she pulled Tyrone out of her, wondering what
the rest of him would feel like.

Ann drained the tub and dried herself off. She walked back out
into her kitchen. 'Fuck me Tyrone. Fuck my pussy,' she wondered
where that expression had come from. She walked over to the table
and looked down at the open Ebony and Ivory magazine. It was open
to the part where Tyrone's cock was poised on her pussy. Fuck me.
Fuck my pussy, read the caption. Ann laughed and went to bed.

**********

Ann called Tyrone first thing in the morning and said, "Tyrone,
I've given it some thought and I'd like to do the video."

"Great Ann," replied Tyrone. "I'll get Latrell in here to set
things up. It'll take a while to get things together. Come in
around 3:00 this afternoon."

"I'll be there," she said hanging up. She grabbed her purse and
went out to do some errands.

Ann returned in the late afternoon and quickly changed into her
sweats for work. She retrieved Tyrone from the bath tub, cleaned
him off, and proceded to practice deep throating it. Swallowing
Tyrone reminded her of how good the dildo had felt in her pussy
last night and she started getting horny. She checked the clock,
there wasn't enough time to masturbate, she'd have to do it when
she got back. If everything went according to plan, it wouldn't
take that long to get Tyrone off and she could be back to play
with herself within a couple hours.

**********

Ann stepped out of the cab and stared at the old warehouse that
housed the E&I modeling agency. She had almost had a change of
heart on the ride here. She was nervous and excited, scared and
horny. Her nipples were erect, making indentations on her
sweatshirt. Ann felt her juices between her thighs and it felt
like her whole body was alive. She gulped and approached the
building. Just do this one disgusting act and she would have
enough money to make it through another month in the city

Ann had never seen the agency this busy. She entered the building
and walked onto the set. Latrell was busy arranging an array of
video camera's pointed at the beach set. Tyrone was puffing on a
cigar and seemed to be supervising the whole affair, He had
already stripped down to just the lifeguard shorts. Suzie was
standing on the beach blanket and Latrell seemed to be using her
to focus the cameras. Even Mark was there, he was writing
something on large poster board. They saw her and everyone paused
to stare.

Suzie ran over and grabbed her arm, pulling her over towards the
makeup chair. Ann had butterflies in her stomach when she walked
in, now she felt like a movie store everyone was making such a
fuss. Suzie checked her face and then said, "Go get in the
shower, we're ready to start."

Ann walked to the shower and stripped off her sweats. She stepped
under the shower and let the hot water run over her hair and
body.

"How you feeling Ann?"

Ann jumped and quickly covered her body with her hands. Tyrone
was standing in the doorway, big beefy arms folded across his
chest. Her nipples popped out at the sight of him.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted any pointers."

Slowly Ann uncovered herself and continued her shower. It wasn't
like he hadn't seen her naked already. "I think I'll do ok."

"You ever suck cock before Ann? I'm sure those little white boys
back in Idaho don't measure up to me"

"No I haven't, but....What are you doing?"

Tyrone was stepping into the shower with her. His hard muscled
body brushing up against her breasts.

"I need to look wet too."

Ann looked down and saw his cock bulging out his shorts. She
immediately felt a little weak in the knees. Ann stepped out of
the shower and Tyrone moved up under the water.

She was turning to leave when Tyrone yelled, "Aren't you
forgetting something?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out
the tiny g-string bikini panties.

Ann grabbed them and pulled them on. She left the shower and
still dripping she walked out onto the set. Mark whistled when he
saw her and she just winked at him. Ann was starting to like
showing off her body.

Suzie pulled her into the chair and applied some makeup. A few
minutes later Tyrone walked out of the shower. His body wet and
glistening. He walked over onto the set.

"Ann we're ready for you," yelled Latrell.

Ann gulped and on unsteady feet walked over to the set.

"Ann, all you have to do is follow Tyrone's lead and read the cue
cards Mark is holding," said Latrell. She nodded that she
understood and Latrell continued, "Alright Mark pick her up. Ann
lay back like you're unconscious. ACTION."

Tyrone effortlessly swept her up into his powerful arms and
carried her over to the towel.

Ann felt her self being gently laid on the towel and then
Tyrone's lips were pressing against hers. His tongue pushed
against her mouth and she parted her lips, letting him inside
her. She remembered how his tongue had accidentally touched her
clit giving Ann her first orgasm.

Tyrone pulled back and she opened her eyes. Ann decided to act
and she arched her back and coughed like he had just saved her
life. She sat up and looked up at her saviour.  Ann's eyes
flickered over to the cue card. "You saved my life, how can I
ever repay you?"

"Suck my black cock you whore," growled Tyrone.

Tyrone's abusive language startled her and she glanced over at
the card. They were all directed towards her. Tyrone must have
memorized his lines. "I can't do that. I'm married."

"Suck my cock bitch or I'll put you back in the water."

"Please don't make me do this."

"Do it now bitch!"

Ann got up and kneeled before Tyrone. She followed the cue cards
instructions and reached out a trembling hand, grabbing Tyrone in
the crotch. "That can't be real."

"Take it out and find out."

Ann reached up and grabbed the waist band of his shorts. She
pulled the waist band out and yanked it down. Tyrone's cock
sprang upwards and hovered before her face. She stared at it in
awe. What the hell had she been thinking? There was no way she
could suck on that monstrosity. She heard Mark clearing his
throat and glanced over at the cue card. She looked back at
Tyrone's cock. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. It's
twice as big as my husband's."

"Quit staring and start sucking."

Ann reached out and wrapped her hand around the base. She leaned
forward and kissed the tip, like she had the last time and unlike
the last time, she stuck out her tongue and licked around the
tip, flickering her tongue across the pee slit. She swirled her
tongue around the head before pulling back the foreskin and
sucking the head into her mouth. She held it in her mouth and
licked all around it. Ann took a deep breath through her nose
inhaling his masculine scent and pushed four inches into her
mouth. She sucked up, then down, up, then down swallowing another
two inches feeling the head slide into her throat. Ann removed
his cock and licked around the head while she caught her breath.
When she was ready again, she breathed deeply and lowered her
head, she felt the gag reflex coming at seven inches, but
suppressed it and swallowed her maximum of eight inches.

Ann paused and stared at the remaining two inches sticking out of
her throat and at the curly black pubic hair on his crotch. Ann
ran her eyes up his sexy body until she was staring up at his
face. Tyrone was staring down at her a surprised look on his
face. She went back to sucking on his cock. This was so much
better then the cold plastic of the dildo. It was hot in her
mouth and his cock seemed to throb with life and power.

Ann had decided to clamp her lips tight and bob her head as fast
as she could to end this as quickly as possible. She glanced over
at the cards and followed their instructions. She removed his
cock from her mouth and began kissing under the shaft. Ann cupped
his orange sized testicles and said, "Your big balls are so heavy
and filled with sperm." Before kissing down to them.

This reminded her and she paused saying, "Tyrone please don't cum
in my mouth." The big black man looked pissed and she was afraid
for a split second.

"CUT," yelled Latrell.

"I don't know Ann," said Tyrone. "We can probably get by with me
giving you a cum bath. Why don't you go check the contract. It's
on the table behind Latrell."

Ann stood up and walked over to the table.

"Suzie fill in," shouted Latrell.

Ann looked over at Suzie. She walked over to Tyrone and kneeled
before him, sucking his cock skillfully and quickly into her
mouth. Ann suddenly flushed with jealousy. The little slut was
sucking on her cock.

Angry she looked down at the contract, smiling when she saw the
$5000, for sucking off Tyrone, but there was more. Swallow his
cum $2000 or let him spray his semen on her breasts $500. Show
lifeguard eating her pussy for $1000. Let the lifeguard put half
his cock in her pussy, $2000. Show him fucking her $5000. $3000
for anal sex. All money will be doubled for each additional black
man.

Ann couldn't believe the amount of money she could make if she
did everything in the contract, nor would she do any of the
things it listed. Well maybe, she would swallow his cum and let
him eat her, that would net her $8000.

Half the money was already spent in her mind when she looked up
from the contract. She walked back over to Tyrone. He had his
hands on the back of Suzie's head and was fucking her face. The
little slut could swallow the whole thing. Ann wouldn't let
herself get showed up. "Tyrone, why didn't you tell me about the
other offers?"

"Ugh ugh, I-I knew you wouldn't be interested, s-so I said no.
Suck that cock bitch."

Ann was impressed. The cameras weren't rolling, but Tyrone was
staying in character.  "I'll take over Suzie," she said looking
down. "I''ll  swallow your cum and you can eat my pussy."

Tyrone nodded and Ann saw sweat on his brow. "I said, I'd take
over," she yelled at Suzie.

The slut was so into sucking Tyrone she wasn't paying any
attention to Ann. Finally, Tyrone yanked his cock from her mouth
and with an angry leer at Ann, Suzie stomped off the set. Ann
grinned and kneeled back before Tyrone.

Ann wrapped her lips back around the head and slurped on it for a
minute or two before swallowing again. Ann's jaw was relaxed and
she quickly sucked in the eight inches she had previously. Ann
looked at the remaining two inches, already her throat felt
stuffed, but she wasn't about to let Suzie show her up. She
closed her eyes and pushed. She opened her eyes when she felt his
pubic hair tickling her nose. She had done it.

"You suck a mean cock, bitch," said Tyrone grabbing her head and
fucking her face.

Ann's mouth and throat could barely take the pounding Tyrone was
giving her. She must be doing something wrong, he was long past
the point Johnny would have cum, but then Johnny was a little boy
with a little boy's penis and Tyrone was a man with a man's cock.

Something was happening. Tyrone was grunting and his cock seemed
to be swelling even bigger. She could feel the ridge on the head
hardening and scraping her throat as it slid in and out. Ann
changed her mind about letting him cum in her mouth. She tried to
protest, but Tyrone just continued to fuck her face relentlessly.

Tyrone suddenly stopped with it buried in her throat and she felt
his cock spasm. Ann couldn't feel anything, but assumed he had
just shot his sperm into her belly. She was relieved that she
couldn't taste it. Tyrone pulled back a little until she could
feel his sperm sliding down her throat. He yanked back until his
cock was in her mouth and she felt it jerk again and another wad
struck the back of her throat, and then another, and then sperm
just started to flow out of the head, running over her tongue,
and she tasted it for the first time.

Ann was surprised at how hot it was and at how much of it there
was. It was filling her mouth quickly to the point where she had
to swallow or let it dribble out the sides of her mouth. She knew
he had already shot plenty into her belly, but for some reason
she didn't want to swallow any more. She gagged and sperm shot
out her mouth and dripped down her chin. She gulped, swallowing
the rest, feeling it ooze down her throat.

Tyrone pulled his slimy cock out of her mouth and wiped it off on
her face. He grabbed it with his hand and began forcing the
remaining sperm out. Ann's tongue flickered out and she caught
the remaining drops of sperm and swallowed it into her mouth.

"You enjoy your first taste of black seed, bitch?"

Ann was working her lower jaw around and smacking her lips. She
glanced over at the cue cards and read them out loud. "Yes, god,
yes. I love sucking your big black cock."

"Lay back, I'm gonna eat your pussy."

Ann hadn't planned on going this far, but the thought of the cash
bonus had her seeing dollar signs and all she had to do was lay
back and enjoy. She glanced over at the cue cards. "I don't know,
my husband has never done that before.

"Then you're in for a treat, bitch," said Tyrone, crawling on top
of her.

Tyrone started licking and sucking on her breasts. She moaned as
he bit them with his lips. They were rock hard when he started,
but as he licked around them with his tongue, they seemed to grow
even fatter and longer, until they were so sensitive they hurt.

Tyrone started kissing his way down her belly. She watched her
belly spasm with each kiss, fascinated with the contrast between
his dark black skin and her tanned white belly. Ann's pussy was
screaming for attention, she could feel her clit becoming aroused
and he hadn't even touched her yet. Ann had never felt this
alive.

Tyrone kissed her belly button, his tongue slipping inside and
she sucked her stomach in. He moved down, kissing the slight
bulge under her navel and then he was kissing her bare crotch.
Ann raised her hips, wishing he would hurry up. She glanced
quickly over at Mark, but all the cue card said was, act like
your enjoying it. She didn't think that would be a problem.

Tyrone teased her to the point where she thought she was going to
die. He kissed all over her sensitive crotch, going as far as the
nub on the end and then stopping. Her body was going nuts,
writhing around under his kisses.

Tyrone grabbed her legs, bending them back and holding her pussy
open for the cameras, she flushed crimson at being this exposed.
Tyrone laid down on his stomach, between her legs, his arms
holding her spread open for the cameras. She leaned up and
watched him stick his tongue out, slowly bringing it towards her
pussy.

Suddenly Ann couldn't breathe and she realized she had holding
her breath with anticipation. She slowly exhaled, but all that
came out was a long scream of pleasure as his tongue flicked
across her clit and she came.

Tyrone was merciless. She hadn't even recovered from her first
orgasm when she had another. Tyrone ate her pussy like a starving
man. His tongue was licking up and down her labia from her clit
to her rectum and she was raising her hips to match each thrust
of his tongue. Her belly was undulating as she writhed in
pleasure, throwing her head from side to side.

Ann came again and again. She came so much she was thankful when
he quit, but he had just paused to work two of his meaty fingers
into her pussy. Tyrone's fingers were bigger then Johnny's penis
had been and she had never felt so full.

Tyrone continued to lick around her pussy as he slammed his
fingers in and out of her. She came again.

For an encore, Tyrone's fingers found a spot on the top of her
pussy, deep inside and he began rubbing the tips of his fingers
around it as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Ann gasped and
her hands gripped the sand underneath the towel. Her pussy
squeezed his fingers and then it ballooned up as she had her
biggest orgasm yet. Ann arched her back and screamed again as the
orgasm overpowered her senses.

Ann was thankful it was all over. She didn't think she could take
any more. She wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.
She did know one thing though, when she did get married her
husband was going to be a pussy eater.

Tyrone stood up, sand sticking all over his chest and crotch. Ann
was surprised to see he had a partial erection already. Tyrone
reached down and pulled her up.

"Why don't you two go rinse off and then we'll get some
penetration shots," yelled Latrell, busily checking all the
cameras.

Ann followed Tyrone to the shower and watched while he rinsed the
sand off his chest. He motioned for her to join him and she
stepped beside him under the water, her breasts rubbing his
chest.

"What did he mean by penetration shots?" she asked.

We'll get some shots of my cock rubbing on your pussy and then
we'll change angles so that it looks like I'm fucking you. Unless
of course, you change your mind and actually want me to do it."

"No, I don't think so," she said wiping sand off his back.

Tyrone turned around and she felt his cock rubbing against her
crotch. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down.
"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You need to get me hard for the next set," he replied.

Ann gave in and fell to her knees under the shower. "It looks
pretty hard already," she said, staring at it.

"Not quite, but if you don't want to do it, go call Suzie in
here."

No, I'll do it," she said hastily, sucking the head into her
mouth before he could yell for Suzie. For the next ten minutes,
she sucked on his cock, while the water cascaded over the top of
her head.

"Ready for you," yelled Mark, rapping on the door.

Tyrone withdrew his cock and pulled her up. They stepped out of
the shower. "You liked sucking on my cock didn't you?"

"Yes, I don't know why, but I enjoyed it," she said and she
didn't understand why she did. It made her feel both dominate and
submissive at the same time. It seemed completely natural for her
to fall to her knees before such a big powerful man and at the
same time giving him pleasure made her feel powerful too.

"If you change your mind about me fucking you just beg me to do
it while we're being filmed," he said. Naked and dripping wet
they walked back onto the set.

"Ok, but I've gone as far as I'm willing to go."

"Here's what we're going to do, Ann," said Latrell. "Lay on your
back on the towel and we'll get some shots of him rubbing his
cock on your pussy. Read the cue cards. Then we'll turn you over
and get some shots of Tyrone fucking you doggy style. We'll take
some close ups and then switch to a front view. He can pump his
cock between your legs without penetration. Got it."

"Got it," she said sitting down on the towel.

Ann spread her legs and laid back. Tyrone kneeled between them
and pointed his cock at her pussy. "Now I'm going to fuck you
good, bitch," he said getting back into character.

"No please," she said reading the cue cards. "My pussy belongs to
my husband. There's no way I can take that monster."

Tyrone rubbed his cock over her shaved crotch and then pushed it
down her slit. Ann moaned as the head rubbed against her labia.
The lips were spreading, wanting him inside her and her pussy
muscles were sucking in. Her mind may of said no, but her body
wanted that black snake inside her. Luckily, her mind won and she
resisted.
The rubbing was having an effect on her and she felt another
orgasm building. Tyrone was pressing down hard and the tip was
pushing into her pussy.

"Ann why don't you let him just push the head in?" called
Latrell.

Ann recalled there was another bonus for doing this and figured
just the head wouldn't hurt. "Ok, you can push the head in, but
no more." She felt her lips stretch out and close over the head
of his cock. 'This is so much better then the dildo,' she thought
as the head triggered her orgasm. When she recovered Tyrone was
working the head in and out, it made a plopping sound each time
he pulled it out.

"Now switch," yelled Latrell.

Ann missed Tyrone's cock head as he pulled it out, but she rolled
over obediently. She felt his cock rest between her ass cheeks
and slide down pressing against her rectum as he pushed down. It
slid down further and poked at her pussy lips.

"Put the head back in," called Latrell.

Ann sighed as the head entered her again. She looked over at the
cue card. "Ow, your black cock is splitting me in two," she
cried.

"What the hell is going on here?" yelled Latrell.

Ann looked up. Latrell had stripped down to red lifeguard shorts
and was carrying a red flotation device. Tyrone leaned forward
and whispered in her ear, "Your money's doubled if you suck off
Latrell. Read the card."

Ann recovered from her surprise quickly. "Thank god," she cried.
"This lifeguard saved my life and forced himself on me. Please
help me, I'm a married woman."

"I'll help you alright," said Latrell untying his shorts. "I'll
help stuff your holes full of black cock."

Ann looked at the cue card, it read: why are you doing this to
me, resist, then give in and suck on Latrell.

Latrell pulled his shorts far out and then yanked them down, his
cock springing up like a long black diving board. His cock was
beautiful. It was even longer then Tyrone's, probably a foot
long, but not as thick, though the head was plumper. Unlike
Tyrone, Latrell was circumcised and his cock was dark brown, but
the head was lighter, compared to Tyrone's dark black cock.

Latrell stepped out of his shorts and naked, he kneeled before
her face. His body was every bit as impressive as Tyrone's. He
was taller, leaner, but just as muscled. He looked more like a
basketball player to Tyrone's linebacker.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.

Latrell's response was to grab the base of his cock and run the
shaft all over her mouth and cheeks. Ann held her mouth closed,
turning her head away from his cock, pretending to resist, when
in truth she wanted to suck him off. Would he taste different
then Tyrone? Would he cum as much? Could she swallow the extra
two inches? Finally, Ann let out a small moan and opened her
mouth to kiss his cock.

Ann went from kissing, to small licks, to slurping around the
head, to sucking about half of it into her mouth. Ann found it
easier to take Latrell into her throat as he was skinnier then
Tyrone, the extra two inches were a challenge though and try as
she might she couldn't get his entire foot long dong down her
throat.

Ann began deep throating him, moaning from time to time as Tyrone
moved his cock head around in the entrance to her pussy. She
sucked on Latrell for about five minutes, before she needed a
break. She brought her head up and let his cock plop out, licking
the head while she caught her breath. Ann wanted to see his
balls, so she raised his cock up kissing under it. His testicles
were large and heavy, but not quit as big as Tyrone's.

Ann moved her head back up and was poised to swallow it again
when Latrell tapped on her shoulder. She looked up and he was
jerking his head at the cue cards. She kissed the tip and glanced
at the card. It read: yell fuck me with your black cock, fuck my
pussy. Pretend to struggle.

"Fuck me with your black cock, fuck my pussy," she cried out.

Latrell pushed the head of his cock into her mouth just as Tyrone
pulled the head of his completely out. Suddenly, Latrell's cock
was forced into her mouth as Tyrone slammed four inches into her
pussy. 'My god,' she thought, 'He thinks I gave him the go ahead
to fuck me.'

Ann struggled to say something, but Latrell just grabbed her head
and began fucking her face. Tyrone pulled his cock out and
slammed it in again. This time about six inches entered her,
deeper then Johnny had penetrated, deeper then she had pushed the
dildo in. Her pussy was squeezing his cock like it didn't want to
let it go, but Tyrone removed it again and slammed eight inches
in. She tried to cry out, but her scream was muffled by Latrell's
cock in her mouth.

Ann's pussy felt stuffed and stretched to the limit, but he
wasn't done. Tyrone pulled it out again and with another hard
thrust, slammed his entire fat, ten inches into her pussy. A
scream of pain and pleasure welled up in her, but the force of
his thrust pushed her into Latrell's cock and she swallowed her
scream along with all twelve inches.

Ann's pussy was stretched and sore, but it was shaping itself
around the invader and her juices were flowing over his cock,
lubricating every inch. Thankfully, Tyrone was holding it buried
in her so that she could get used to it.

Ann tried to free her mouth, to tell Tyrone to pull it out, but
Latrell wasn't letting her off his cock. He just grabbed her head
and started fucking her face. A few moments later, Tyrone began
slowly moving his cock out of her pussy, which closed up behind
his shaft only to explode out as he slammed his cock back in.

The two men began fucking her fast, see-sawing their cocks in and
out of her, then switching to slamming their cocks into her at
the same time. Their rhythm was perfect almost as if they had
done this kind of thing before.

The pain was gone now and his thrusts were starting to produce
results. Every nerve ending in her pussy felt alive when his cock
was in her and she began thrusting her hips back in time with his
thrusts. She started cumming every third thrust, the orgasms
going off like a series of firecrackers.

Latrell came first after about twenty minutes of fucking her
face. His cock head swelled up so much it caught in her throat
and she would have choked if he hadn't pulled it out so that he
was cumming in her mouth, gobs and gobs of tasty sperm rolling
off her tongue and down her throat.

Ann sucked on his cock like a baby on a bottle wanting to swallow
all his sperm, but Latrell yanked it out and shot several strands
of semen onto her face and into her hair. Latrell stood up and
walked away and Ann turned her attention to the cock in her
pussy.

Tyrone was fucking her hard and fast, his big beefy hands
grabbing her ass cheeks. She jerked when his thumb touched her
rectum. The thumb stayed still for a minute then it started
moving, circling around her sphincter. Ann moaned. Tyrone was
playing with her ass and she liked it.

Ann felt her sphincter opening as Tyrone pressed down with his
thumb. There was a brief moment of pain as the knuckle entered
her ass and after that there was only pleasure. Miss Teen Idaho
was getting her ass and pussy reamed and loving every minute of
it. "I love it. I love your cock. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me harder,
harder," she said, no longer needing to read the cue cards.

Tyrone fucked her hard, reaming her ass with his thumb. His thumb
was bigger then Johnny's cock had been, so it was like getting
fucked by two cocks. Tyrone continued fucking her hard and fast
beyond the limits of her imagination and she realized even more
how unrewarding Johnny had been.

With a loud grunt Tyrone buried his cock in her pussy. She felt
it jerk and spit its venom deep into her womb. His cum triggered
a massive orgasm and she shuddered and collapsed to the sand.

When Ann woke up, her pussy felt like Niagara falls. Sperm was
dribbling out, oozing down her thighs. He must have shot some
sperm on her ass and the small of her back because she felt more
sperm liquefying there.

Ann looked up and found herself staring at Latrell's rejuvenated
cock. He laid down beside her and held his cock up. Ann knew what
he wanted and squatted over it, sighing as it entered her,
thankful that his thinner cock provided welcome relief to her
sore, abused pussy. Ten inches of his cock easily sliding in
before meeting resistance.

Ann rode Latrell's cock and came again, surprised there were
still orgasms left in her.  The days events and all the orgasms
had left her exhausted and as she rode his cock, her legs gave
out and she collapsed, grunting as the remaining two inches were
forced inside her and she came again.

Ann was just too tired, so Latrell did all the work, fucking her
as she laid on top of him. Ann stirred a little when she felt his
finger poking at her ass hole. It pushed in and she cried out in
pain. It was too big to be his finger. She looked over her
shoulder.

"This is for rejecting me the last time, bitch," said Mark
pushing his cock into her ass.

*********

Tyrone walked into his office. Carol was monitoring the computer.
"How did the live feeds go?" he asked.

"Excellent," replied Carol. "I watched the whole thing."

"How many people were logged in?"

"6000," she replied grinning.

"Sweet Jesus," responded Tyrone, "That's three times as many as
your first live feed. How many video sales?"

The smile left Carol's face and Tyrone grinned, women were so
competitive. The smile quickly returned though and she said,
"2000."

"33%, that's the highest ever."

"And," she added, "When I saw how well it was turning out, I
upped the price to $24.95."

"Very good Carol," said Tyrone shooing her out of his seat, "you
made us an extra $10,000.  Let's see what Ann's net worth is." He
typed a couple keys and brought up Ann's personnel information.
E&I's computer systems calculated statistics on each of their
girls. Her lesbian rating was 77% from posting pictures of Suzie
shaving Ann's pussy on several lesbian sites. Tyrone would have
to explore that direction in the future. So far Ann had made the
company $137,396 in a few short weeks. Very impressive.

The phone rang. Tyrone answered it, "E&I modeling agency, Tyrone
Jones speaking."

Tyrone smiled at the voice on the phone, he had been expecting
this call. "Mr. King, what a surprise. What can I do for you?"

Solomon King, the owner of all E&I enterprises, rarely checked in
with his quasi-legal enterprises as the people of New York
considered him a respectable business man and philanthropist.

"I'm interested in the new girl," said the deep voice on the
phone. "A very impressive debut. I'd like to know all about her."


Chapter 4



Ann was in a daze as the taxi pulled up before her apartment. Her
pussy hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore. Sperm dripped out
of her pussy and ass, soaking the insides of her sweat pants. She
paid the cab driver and entered her apartment.

Ann sighed with relief when she locked the door behind her. She
was nervous carrying around so much money in her pocket. Ann took
out the big wad of money and counted it again. Fifty one hundred
dollar bills were in her hand with more to come. Tyrone hadn't
had her bonus money available and she would be picking up the
rest later.

Things had gotten out of hand at the video shoot, but the sex had
been incredible and the money would be enough to start her off
somewhere on a new, legitimate career.

Three days later, Ann looked at the wad of cash and wondered
where the thousand dollars she had spent already had gone to.
Sure, she had eaten at some of New York's finest restaurants and
bought some expensive wine, but a thousand dollars?

That evening, Ann turned on the bath water and sat on the toilet
to watch the tub fill with water. She had called Tyrone to see if
the rest of her money was there yet. He had replied, no and asked
her to come in to make another video. Ann had refused, but
immediately her pussy had started gushing when she pictured his
cock.

She was still horny as she sat and watched Tyrone the dildo
slowly rise up in the tub as the water level rose. Ann stripped
and climbed in, sighing as the warm water engulfed her body. She
relaxed for a moment before shaving her legs and crotch, her eyes
flickering over to Tyrone floating around as she shaved and
rinsed herself.

Ann grabbed Tyrone and laid back in the tub. She brought the
dildo up to her mouth and kissed the head, before sliding her
lips around the tip. Ann licked around the dildo and then started
sliding it down her body running it over her breasts and belly
before bringing it down to her crotch.

"Fuck me, Tyrone," she whispered as she pushed the plastic cock
into her pussy. The dildo easily slid into her and she slowly
began working it in and out of her pussy. Her body started
flailing as her thrusts increased and her pussy exploded in
orgasm.

Ann turned over on her hands and knees in the water. She reached
between her legs and started moving the dildo again. "I love your
cock," she said, imagining herself on the set again, with Mark's
cock rubbing on her ass and Latrell standing before her. She came
again, but it was missing something.

An hour later, Ann was wearing her baseball cap and sunglasses as
she stared at the black dildos on the wall. She had already found
Mark, but Latrell was proving difficult. Then her eyes fell on a
nice foot long dildo, a little thicker then Latrell, but she
wouldn't be complaining. She took her prizes up to the counter to
pay for them. As the clerk was ringing her up, she noticed a
movie display being set up near the front door. She grabbed her
bag and proceeded to the exit, slowing to look at the display.

The movie was called, The Lifeguard's slut and sold for $24.95.
Lying on the floor being put together was a giant cardboard cut
out of Tyrone and...

Everyone in the store turned to stare at Ann as her scream echoed
through the building. Ann noticed Tyrone and herself on the cover
of the video and the display was covered with blurred out scenes
from the movie. Ann saw the cashier approaching and ran out the
door. "Hey, that's the girl in the...." she heard follow her as
she fled the store.

**********

"NYPD, Angela Desabitini speaking," the voice on the phone
sounded tired.

"I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann, crying.

"Name please."

"I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied.

Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop
interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was
done, the cop said, "You're asking me to believe that there is
some group of pornographers preying on naive young tourists?"

"Yes."

"Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that
you broke the law?"

"No."

"What do you want from the police?"

"I want the money they owe me so I can go home."

"Do you have a copy of the contract?"

"No."

"Did you even sign the contract?

"No ma'am," she said sobbing into the phone.

"What was the name of this organization?"

"E&I Modeling," said Ann, hearing the cop suck in her breath
sharply.

"Would you be willing to testify against them?"

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the
phone.

Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the
magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about
the distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home
town were reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her
porno in stores all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no
thousands of men watching her sucking and fucking three black
men, getting erections as they watched, thousands of wads
erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann expected to feel sick
again, but instead her pussy was itching at the thought of
getting all those men off.

Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass,
Tyrone already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She
was nearing orgasm and decided to ignore it.

The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police,
open up," yelled a female voice.

The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled.
Ann pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on.

The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A
young attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the
hall. She was short, but looked capable of handling herself. The
police woman was tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled
back in a bun on her head.

"I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on
the phone yesterday."

"No, you must be mistaken, I..."

"I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain
anonymous, don't call from your home."

"What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be
arrested.

"I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency."

"Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop.

They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the
cop's eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her
face flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name
Solomon King?" asked the cop suddenly.

"No," replied Ann.

"You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a
millionaire businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable,
philanthropist, but in reality, he's suspected of being involved
in prostitution, drugs, extortion, and pornography. The list goes
on."

"What's he have to do with me?"

"His organization is called, E&I enterprises."

That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published
the magazine," said Ann resting her hand on the magazine.

The cop turned the Ebony and Ivory magazine over and began
leafing through it as Ann watched. "Why do people buy this crap?"
said the cop frowning. "All those doctored pictures. It just
isn't real."

"What do you mean "doctored" pictures?"

"You know making the penises look so big."

"Oh those cocks are real," said Ann, as the cop arrived at Ann's
layout.

The cop looked at Tyrone's cock and shook her head in disbelief.
"How come you ripped some of the pictures out?"

Ann blushed again, remembering the pictures she had taped on the
door. She didn't answer.

"Listen Ann," said the cop.

"How do you know my name?"

"From your mailbox downstairs. Ann, I need you to help me get
Solomon King. All I need is for you to testify about what
happened to you since you got off the bus. If I can get a
warrant, I can search this modeling agency and if I can come up
with anything connecting them to Mr. King, we can bust him.

"I'm not sure."

The cop leaned forward. "Ann, this Latrell character was waiting
for an innocent girl like you to prey on. Think how many more
girls might get taken advantage of if we can't stop him."

Ann thought about what had happened to her since arriving in New
York, the suggestive scenes with Mark, the nude layout where they
were supposed to doctor her features. lying about the video, her
accidentally giving Tyrone the go ahead to fuck her, and worst of
all not getting all the money she was owed. How many girls had
there been before her? How many girls would there be if E&I
wasn't stopped?

"I'll testify," said Ann.

*********

Ann gulped when the cab pulled up at the warehouse. Officer
Desabitini had told her not to go anywhere near the warehouse,
but Tyrone had called and said he had her money. She was going
home tonight and would return if Angela needed her to testify.
Hopefully, her statement would get Angela a warrant and they
would find enough on King to bust him without even needing her.

Ann walked past a black limo, parked before the warehouse and she
entered the building. I t was dusk and the warehouse was
deserted. There was no sign of Latrell or Suzie, and Carol wasn't
sitting at her desk. Tyrone's door was closed, so she softly
knocked on it.

"Enter," said a deep voice.

Ann opened the door and stepped into the office. A strange black
man was sitting behind Tyrone's desk. Even seated, she could tell
he was a giant of a man. His head was completely shaved and he
sported a goatee. He was very handsome, but the beard gave him a
sinister appearance. His suit was an Armani and she could see a
gold Rolex on his wrist. Everything about him from his dress to
his mannerisms exuded wealth, power, and a complete
self-confidence.

"Hello Miss Dutton," said the man. "My name is Solomon King."

Ann backed up a step when the crime lord named himself. She
turned and looked at the door, but an ugly, massive black man had
appeared out of nowhere to block the exit. He was hideous. His
face was dark black, with a crooked nose, big lips, and crooked
teeth. He was more fat then muscles, and he completely filled the
doorway.

Solomon King stood up and came around the desk, leaning back
against it. He was around six and a half feet tall and looked to
have even more muscles then Tyrone. He looked a cross between
Tyrone and Latrell. Latrell's height and looks, with Tyrone's
bulk and confidence. "I own Ebony and Ivory Enterprises,"
continued the black man. Ann thought he sounded like James Earl
Jones. "And I own you."

"You don't own me," said Ann sounding more defiant then she felt.
"Just give me my money so I can go."

"I don't have it on me," said Solomon with a smug look on his
face. "I'll have to put a check for the amount in this envelope
and mail it to you." He picked up a manila envelope and handed it
to Ann.

Ann turned white when she saw her parents address on the
envelope. She knew without looking what would be inside, but she
looked anyway. The envelope was filled with pictures. Her and
Mark, her and Latrell, and of Course, her and Tyrone. There was
even a picture of Suzie shaving Ann's pussy, meaning there had to
be a camera behind the mirror in the dressing room.

"See I do own you. Now unless you want your parents getting that
envelope, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

Ann would of cried, but she had used up all her tears in the last
few days. "What do you want from me?"

"Three things. First, my informants tell me a statement you gave
a cop was submitted before a judge asking for a warrant to search
these premises. That statement has disappeared. You are to break
off all contact with the police. Second, you are now an employee
of E&I. Any black employee of the company has access to your body
whenever they want you. You're to do what you're told, go where
you're told, Your mind and body will be assigned duties that
match your abilities."

"So I'm some sort of sex slave?" asked Ann shivering, but
thinking it wouldn't be that bad to have someone else do all her
thinking for her.

"Not exactly Ann. If you have a head for business, you might
become Vice President, though any black man will still have
access to your body, from me, to Bull here, or even a dishwasher
in one of my restaurants."

Ann turned to look at Bull, who flashed her a toothless grin.
"And third?"

"Third," said Solomon, "Come suck my dick."

Ann glanced over at the envelope and then at the impressive bulge
in Mr. King's pants. Her nipples had popped out and she felt her
pussy gushing. He was still leaning on the desk as she sat in a
chair before him and grabbed his thick member through his
expensive, Italian pants. She reached up and undid his belt,
pulling it out through the loops. She unbuttoned his pants and
began unzipping them. Ann knew what his cock would look like
before she even saw it and she was right.

When she pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hard as a
rock. It was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Solomon's
cock was as long as Latrell's and as thick as Tyrone's. It seemed
carved from ebony, crisscrossed with big blue-black veins, and a
plump head the size of a small apple. His balls were even bigger
then Tyrone's. They hung halfway to his knees and she couldn't
imagine the amount of sperm they must produce.

Ann fell in love with that cock the moment she saw it. She
stroked the thick shaft with the palm of her hand, feeling it
throb with each stroke. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue,
and licked the tip of the plump head.

She swirled her tongue around it, teasing the pee slit, then
licking along the flared ridge. Ann kissed the tip, then moved
down the shaft, forgetting she was being blackmailed and focusing
only on satisfying Solomon's massive member.

Ann lifted the shaft and kissed each of his hairy testicles,
before moving her mouth back up to the head. Ann parted her lips
and placed them over the head of Solomon's cock. She held her
lips tight as she pushed forward, the head entering her mouth.
She sucked up then down, pushing another inch, then two inside
her mouth.

Ann attacked his cock like a madwoman, sucking more and more in.
It wasn't as hard doing him as the other black men she had sucked
off. Her throat seemed to be getting used to having a thick cock
or dildo in it.

At ten inches, Solomon moaned and grabbed the back of her head as
he thrust the last two inches in. Behind her, she heard Bull
grunt his approval at her oral skills.

Solomon took over after that. He grabbed her cheeks and began
pushing and pulling her head along the entire length of his cock.
His hands were big and powerful, completely engulfing the sides
of her head. With little effort those strong hands could crush
her head and she felt weak and powerless as she kneeled before
him, sucking his cock. She had also never felt more alive in her
life or more like a woman. Her body was on fire, aching to have
his long, fat cock slamming into her.

Her only purpose in life was to please the man holding her life
in his hands. She was so confused by her feelings, that she was
only vaguely aware that his cock had started growing over the
last several minutes. The head had become so big that the
increased friction in her throat was slowing his thrusts.

He came when the head was in her mouth. One second there was
nothing, the next, her entire mouth was full of cum. His first
wad had completely filled her mouth, before he shoved his cock
into her throat forcing sperm out the sides of her mouth. She
felt another large wad shoot down her throat as the hard ridge on
the top of his cock scraped her the top of her throat.

Ann felt his cock spasm as Solomon held his entire cock in her.
It jerked several more times and even more sperm shot into her
belly. He slowly removed his cock from her throat, leaving the
head in her mouth as he continued to cum. It took two wads to
fill her mouth now, as she greedily swallowed his sperm. Then it
took three jerks of his cock to fill her mouth with sperm.
Finally, his cock settled down, but it continued to pump sperm
into her mouth in a steady stream.

Ann was in a daze as Solomon pulled his cock out and wiped it off
on her face. Her stomach felt full and bloated, like she had
drank too much. She was vaguely aware of being effortlessly
lifted by strong arms and carried from the room.

The next thing Ann knew was that her clothes were being ripped
off and she was moaning as Solomon unhooked her bra and gently
teased her nipples with his mouth and tongue. Somehow, he had
managed to remove his clothes and his muscular, hard body was
covering hers. She felt his cock nudging against her wet pussy
and she spread her legs, wrapping them around his ass.

She moaned and thrashed as the tip of his cock entered her giving
her an orgasm. His thrusting member met little resistance as it
continued to force it's way deep into her pussy, milking more
orgasms from her body.
Solomon began pounding her hard, harder the Tyrone had, harder
then she had ever been fucked before. His thrusts were so
powerful the entire bed was bucking beneath his thrusts. The
leaping bed forcing her pussy up to meet each thrust of his cock.

Ann became aware of a constant screaming sound and realized it
was coming from her own throat as she came constantly. Her nails
were digging into his back as he fucked her like a wild animal.

Solomon's weight left her and she gasped for fresh air, missing
the feeling of his body crushing hers. He hadn't quit though. He
hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her entire ass off the
bed until her pussy was level with his cock. He began fucking her
hard again. Ann could see Latrell and Tyrone now that Solomon's
body wasn't blocking her view. They were standing on either side
of the bed holding cameras and taping the action, but she didn't
care any more, she loved being fucked by strong men. Tyrone was
zooming in on Solomon's foot long cock slamming in and out of her
pussy and Latrell was running his camera along her body,
capturing the look of ecstasy on her face, her sperm coated chin,
and her erect nipples.

"Here it cums," yelled Solomon. Tyrone and Latrell turned, both
focusing their cameras on his cock.

Ann felt him cum again. His sperm striking places untouched deep
in her pussy and she had the biggest orgasm of her life.
Solomon's cock kept cumming as he thrust it in and out of her
pussy his thrusts churning his sperm, forcing it deep into her
womb. She looked up in time to see him pull his cock out, covered
in his sperm and her juices, as it shot a large wad of sperm that
left a string from her nipples to her belly button.

Solomon was close to being finished. He pointed his cock down at
her shaved crotch and stroked a few more drops of semen onto her
body.

Ann just laid on the bed, arms and legs spread, staring at the
ceiling. She was vaguely aware of Solomon walking around naked
smoking a cigar and occasionally talking to Latrell or Tyrone.
Bull walked over to the bed and unzipped his pants, pulling out a
gargantuan cock.

"No, please don't..." she muttered staring at it. The black
monster was the biggest, ugliest thing she had ever seen. It was
bigger and thicker then Solomon's, bigger then her forearm. He
was uncircumcised, the head peeking out at her as big as an
orange. His balls were as big as the cantaloupes her mom grew
every summer. Bull's cock was some kind of freakish abomination.

"Shit bitch," said Bull. "I knows you can'ts handle this mutha.
Just jerk me off."

Ann sighed with relief and sat up on the bed. She wrapped both
fists around the shaft and began jerking his cock. It was dry, so
she tried to coat her palms with the copious amount of precum
pouring out of the pee slit, but it wasn't enough. She saw a jar
of Vaseline shoved in front of her face and looked up to see that
Latrell had moved in close again with the video camera and was
handing her the Vaseline.

Ann took the Vaseline and began coating Bull's cock with it. It
took half the bottle to cover the entire eighteen inch dark black
shaft. She did a practice stroke and satisfied he was well
lubricated, she began jerking him off.

Thankfully, Bull kept his shirt on covering his fat belly, but
she was still disgusted when it jiggled as she stroked him off.
He was also breathing heavy and sweat was pouring off his brow.
Wet marks were spreading across his shirt under his arms. His
smell was intoxicating.

He began thrusting forward into her hands, his cock hurting her
as it poked her in the forehead, coming dangerously close to her
eye. She moved her head back away from the striking black snake.

Ann watched fascinated as the head emerged from the foreskin with
each stroke. It was growing, fattening, hardening, and she knew
he was close. Tyrone and Latrell zooming in on the tip to capture
his orgasm.

Bull was grunting now and his thrusts were becoming uneven. The
pee slit opened, staring at her, almost as big as a human eye.
Ann closed her eyes just in time. She felt like someone had
thrown a handful of hot pudding on her face with a force that
almost stung her. The force of his orgasm caused her to rear her
head back and open her mouth. A second wad as big as the first
flew into her mouth, choking her until she gurgled it down. It
was hot and good.

Ann felt sperm in her hair, coating her forehead, and running
down her cheeks. She tried to open her eyes, but more sperm
covered them until she wiped it away with her hands. She got them
open in time to see him point his cock down at her breasts and
she felt his hot seed hit her nipples as he continued coming.

When he was done, Bull just shoved his dirty, Vaseline covered
cock into his pants and went back over to guarding the door. Ann
licked some of his sperm from around her lips, thanking god that
he hadn't tried to fuck her. Ann found herself scooping up more
of his sperm and bringing it up to her lips. She wanted to go
home, but apparently Solomon had other ideas. He climbed on the
bed with her, his cock hard once again.

Ann looked at him amazed at his stamina. The look he gave her
showed he was disgusted with her sperm coated body. He smacked
her thigh and she rolled over getting up on all fours. Solomon
wasn't gentle with her. He shoved his meaty cock into her pussy
and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. He was treating her
like a slut and she loved it. She was a slut, she loved fucking
Tyrone and Latrell and Solomon. Deep down she had even enjoyed
jerking off Bull. These were real men.

Solomon grabbed the jar of Vaseline and began coating her rectum
with Vaseline, circling around it with his finger, slowly pushing
it in past the nail and up to the knuckle. He removed his finger
and she felt his thumbs spreading her ass hole open. He began
fucking her hard again. So hard she thought the bed would break,
so hard he pushed her head down into the pillow until only her
ass was thrusting up into the air. So hard, she only felt a
moments pain as he pushed his thumbs into her ass hole and she
started cumming again.

He fucked her hard for ten minutes, while sliding his thumbs into
her ass, pulling them apart to stretch her out. When he was done,
he pulled his cock out and she heard him in the Vaseline jar
again. Ann felt Solomon 's cock slide between her cheeks until he
stopped and rested the head against her rectum. She felt him push
down, the head entering her ass with little pain.

Ann felt his slimy, Vaseline covered hand grab her ass cheek and
he began forcing is cock into her. Soon Solomon was fucking her
ass as hard as he had her pussy, though he was only able to get
about ten inches inside her.

Ann lost all track of time as his thrusts pushed her into the
pillow for what felt like an eternity, until with one mighty
thrust, she felt his sperm filling her ass, rising to the top as
he pulled his cock out, trickling out her ass hole and down her
crack as he removed it and shot more sperm onto her cheeks and
back.

Solomon spanked her and she rolled over. Ann looked up at him
smiling, though she knew she must look horrible with dried sperm
covering her body and caking her hair. Solomon smiled back and
said, "Welcome to E&I Enterprises."

"Thank you, sir," said Ann.

Epilogue

The landlord let Angela into Ann's apartment and she had a look
around. A rent check was sitting on the table and the landlord
greedily snatched it up and left her alone to look around.

About half Ann's stuff was gone. The closet was still full of
baggy clothes, Knee length skirts, and heavy sweaters. Her
toothbrush and cosmetics were gone from the bathroom. Angela
closed the door and saw the pictures of Ann and the black man
taped on the door. She kneeled and looked at them, running her
finger along the hard black cock Ann was sucking in the
photograph. She knew it had to be faked, but tears welded up in
her eyes as she remembered sucking on Tony's fat Italian sausage
before the thug's bullet had left him paralyzed from the waist
down two years ago. Luckily, she had been pregnant with Maria at
the time and they were still able to have a family.

Ann stood up, surprised to see that Ann had left three large
black dildos sitting on the bed. Hopefully, wherever Ann had
went, she had gotten her act together and wouldn't be needing
them anymore. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and decided to let
the landlord throw the disgusting sex toys away.

Angela was on her way out when she noticed the message light
blinking on the answering machine. She pressed it and listened
hoping for a clue. "You slut," said a woman's voice. "How dare
you fuck that jungle bunny. My daughter's a whore! Someone
emailed those pictures to all your fathers coworkers and even the
pageant judges. Your father's had a stroke cause of you, you
ungrateful little bitch. I'm not going to have a slut for a
daughter." The woman hung up.

Angela shook her head and walked down to the squad car. Her
partner James was driving. She sighed when she saw his eyes
staring at her breasts as she sat down beside him. "Any luck?" he
asked, his white teeth standing out against his black face.

"She's gone," said Angela. "Just drive." Angela thought of her
two year old daughter. She would do everything she could to
protect her from men like Solomon King when she grew up. This was
her city and no one was going to prey on naive young women as
long as she wore a badge.

The squad car pulled out onto the busy street and sped off into
the traffic.

**********

Solomon walked over to the cabinet and filed the video labeled
"Ann Dutton," alphabetically  right after Mayor Dunleavy. He
stepped back and admired his growing collection of blackmail
videos, before securing the cabinet.

He lit a cigar and put his hands in his robe as he walked out on
his balcony overlooking central park. He had two sluts waiting
for him in his bed, but even his mighty cock was tired from the
day's work out. It just wasn't the same unless he blackmailed or
seduced them away from their husbands and once he had, he moved
on to the next conquest. He thought of the look on Ann's face
when she saw the pictures in the envelope addressed to her
parents, and she didn't even know he had already emailed the
pictures to everyone back home. He thought of the mayors wife
screaming for him to fuck her after he had slipped ecstasy into
her wine. He smiled as his cock started growing. Daniel Trump had
a new super-model girlfriend he had been showing off at the last
charity function they had attended. She would make an excellent
target. He felt cold air on his cock as it emerged from the folds
of the robe. He realized it was now rock hard at the thought of
seducing the billionaire's new girlfriend. Before heading back to
the sluts, he took one last look out at the city, his city.

The End

Author's Note: This was the first story I wrote in the E&I saga
and maybe the best story to start with. When I started writing
"Fresh Off The Bus", I hadn't planned on making it into a massive
series. That idea occurred to me about half way through writing
the story. I ended up combining this story with one I had planned
about a genetically altered super soldier wandering around the
country and Solomon King was born. In my E&I folder at asstr.org,
I keep both a series description and a timeline for the E&I
series. Reading those might give interested readers a better
understanding of the series. The stories, Solomon King and
Solomon King 2 are prequels to this one. After that, I recommend
reading the series in order of the timeline.