The Models 1: Laetitia Chaste 
An E&I Beach Story 
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009

June 2001


Fred felt ill as he noticed Booker's huge dick swell up like an
inflated balloon. The black man lifted out the waistband of his
shorts and adjusted his enormous penis so that it would be more
comfortable. The sight of the black man's cock still shocked him
even though he'd seen plenty of hard black cocks over the last
month.

It was only early June, and Fred had been working with the eight
black lifeguards for three weeks or so. Every black man of the
team had a huge penis usually around a foot long with some even
bigger. They loved showing them off too. At the end of each day
at least half would walk around the locker/shower area sporting
huge erections or swollen half-erections swinging between their
legs like fat black bananas. Sometimes their erections never went
down and others turned hard and soft all day long. Fred felt so
inferior around them, that he had taken to showering and changing
at his rental.

Fred had always thought he had a nice sized penis and was quite
successful with the ladies, but he hadn't gotten laid yet this
year and the black men had nailed several women each as well as
gotten the two female lifeguards to date them. The blacks were
also using the beach shacks to fuck these women during breaks.
Fred had been a lifeguard many years and this was turning into
his worst year as well as one of the strangest. Oh well, he
thought, in another week the June bugs would start arriving and
he was guaranteed to screw some of the teens on senior week. For
now, he leaned over in the small lifeguard chair to get as far
away from the erection under the red swimsuit as possible. Then
he saw what had made the black man's cock go hard.

***************

"Gawd Damn," Booker hissed through perfectly white teeth. "Will
you look at that hot bitch."

"Holy shit! That's Laetitia Chaste, the lingerie model. She's
also done the Sports Photographed swimsuit edition. We get a
couple famous people here every year. They get sick of the
Hamptons."

The two guards were in the outermost lifeguard stand, nearest the
rich section of town. The beaches were still not too crowded this
time of year and their stretch was nearly empty. The beauty
stopped several hundred feet from the lifeguards and waded into
the still cold water.

"I gotta go talk to her," said Fred, hopping down.

"Hold on there white boy," growled Booker. "Don't you think a
real man would have a better chance with a hot bitch like that?"
Booker rather liked Fred and didn't care for humiliating him, but
that's what E&I paid him for.

Fred gave Booker the finger and proceeded after the young woman,
but the damage was done. His penis shrank up into his scrotum. He
stared at the pale white girl now up to her knees in the water
and he pictured Booker pulling out his shorts to adjust his
enormous penis. Laetitia was kneeling before Booker's enormous
penis. She was kneeling in the shower before all the black
lifeguards. Fred was kneeling in the shower before all the black
lifeguards. Fred killed that thought quickly, horrified that it
had even popped into his head.

He'd been a lifeguard five years now and probably nailed 20 girls
every summer. He'd never had a gay thought in his life, but those
big black cocks had a way of insinuating their way into your
thoughts. They even smelled big and manly.

"Nice day, huh," he called to the supermodel and instantly
thought how stupid he must sound. Not to mention it was kind of
chilly, cloudy, and windy, not a nice day at all.

"Allo," she said with a sexy French accent when she turned to
face him.

Fred was struck by her beauty, light brown hair falling down her
back. Pale blue eyes staring into his above a cute little nose
and full, pink lips. Her bikini was small and perfect for her
hourglass figure. And speaking of perfect, her breasts were
magnificent, not too big and not small. "I'm...," he froze and
Laetitia's smile faded, "Fred, yes Fred."

"Laetitia," sighed the model, as if this were something she
endured every day.

"I know, I've admired your work."

"Merci, Fred, yes Fred. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go
for a swim."

"Be careful of the undertow," he yelled, before she dove in. He
smacked the palm of his hand on his forehead.

"Back me up, white boy," said Booker, running past him.

The black giant dove into the water and swam to intercept the
woman. Laetitia screamed as Booker grabbed her and pulled back
swimming to shore. She struggled and Fred watched Booker swing
around, emerging from the water carrying the model around the
waist with his crotch pushing into her bikini bottom. "Stop
struggling miss, you're ok now." Booker dropped her to the sand
and walked around so that her face was staring at the outline of
his enormous penis under his lifeguard shorts.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked indignant, but
frowning at his cock outline.

"Oh, sorry about that." Booker adjusted his cock, but it had
nowhere to go and the outline ended up looking bigger. "It always
gets hard when I rescue someone."

"Rescue?" Laetitia looked up Booker's muscle bulging chest into
his face.

"No actually. I didn't save your life or nuthin. It's just you
were swimming into a rather large school of snapper blues. They
wouldn't have killed ya, just cut you up real bad." The black man
turned to Fred. "How come you didn't grab her? Didn't you see
them?"

"No." Fred's dick got hard at that moment. The perfectly white
female on her knees in the sand looking up at her muscular black
rescuer. Fred pictured their bodies grinding together in the
sand. Booker deserved her.

"Cut me up real bad?" she asked. Laetitia peeked at Booker's
bulge and then quickly peeked at Fred's to see if it looked as
large. It didn't and Fred's erection disappeared as quickly as it
had come.

It was too early for blues, but she didn't know that. "Nasty
fish, real sharp teeth. Probably would have scarred you for
life," said Booker.

Laetitia shuddered with revulsion. Being scarred would have
ruined her career. If she'd had the choice between having her
looks ruined or death, she'd choose the later. "Monsieur, I do
not know how to thank you.".

"Why don't you buy me dinner tonight?"

"Of course. Gladly."

"Meet me at six at the lifeguard headquarters one block off the
main drag."

"Oui, I will see you then."

The white man and the black man watched her walk off. "Do you
think you got a chance?" asked Fred.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck her."

"I don't know. She didn't look interested, just grateful."

"Care to bet?"

"Alright, how does $50 sound?"

"Done. There's two things the Frenchies are good at Fred, fucking
and surrendering. I'm gonna make her do both."

Fred chuckled. He was a male pig himself and except for Booker
flaunting his huge dick, Fred found himself somewhat liking the
black man. If Booker did fuck her, he not only would have won
Fred's money, but gotten Laetitia to pay for dinner, a real
player.

And so began a rivalry between the two men that would last all
summer.

**************

Donna, Coach Morrison, and four black lifeguards were speechless.
The fifth black lifeguard said, "DAMN!" real loud. They were
staring at the blonde supermodel leaning against the convertible
Mercedes. She was wearing a form fitting black dress and black
sunglasses.

"Excuse me gentlemen," said Booker, coming out of the building.
"I see my ride's here."

"DAMN!" said the lifeguard again as Booker nonchalantly, but with
a swagger got in the passenger seat as the young woman opened the
door for him.

"The Ocean Gourmet sound bien? It's my favorite restaurant in
Stony Harbor."

"Bien with me, baby," said Booker. Ocean Gourmet was the highest
priced restaurant in town.

"Just so you understand, I 'ave a beau. These is not a date. I'm
just rewarding vous for saving me."

"I understand, but you'll change your mind and fall madly in lust
with me by the end of the night."

Laetitia hesitated, then laughed. "You are very confident, er
Mr..."
"Booker."

People stared as the two entered the restaurant. No one expected
to see a muscular black man in jeans and a tee shirt escorting a
gorgeous blonde supermodel in a thousand dollar dress. By
summer's end, black men with white women would no longer be
unusual, but for now the clientele and the hostess were
borderline rude.

They were seated and ordered drinks. "So where you from?" asked
Booker.

"Pont-Audemer in Normandy."

"How long you been a model?"

"Since 1993 when I was fifteen. I'm also an actress and made some
French movies. Very big in Europe."
"Where's your boyfriend?"

"He stays at my flat in London. He's an arteest."

"So you're here alone?"

"Oui. I'm resting for a few days before doing a runway show in
the city. And yourself, where are you from?"

"Harlem."

"Oh! Excusez moi, I must wash my hands."

Booker stood like a gentleman as she got up to go to the
bathroom. As he sat back down, he pulled out a small vial of
Xcite from his pocket. He made sure no one was looking then
emptied it into her glass of wine. Laetitia Chaste would be very
horny by the end of dinner. It wasn't a guarantee, but it helped
tip the odds in Booker's favor.

Booker held up his glass of wine when she got back. "To the best
looking girl in the restaurant," he said, drinking.

Laetitia smiled at him and gulped her wine. "And to my gallant
hero." The two killed the glass and Booker poured them some more.

Dinner arrived and they chatted back and forth. Booker asked her
about her boyfriend and Laetitia filled the black man in on how
they had met. She smiled talking about him. "Is he a good lover?"
asked Booker.

"Oui, tres bien." Laetitia raised her eyebrows. "Why?" she asked.

"Have you ever been with a black man?"

"Non, I ‘ave not."

"Then you don't know what a good lover is."

"I've had many good lovers."

"Black men are the best, Laetitia. We last longer, penetrate
deeper, and recover quicker."

"Nonsense, you are trying to seduce me. I only brought you here
as a reward." Laetitia felt a little flushed staring into Bookers
eyes. Europeans are not uptight about sex and the model was
comfortable discussing it, but the black man did possess a
powerful animal magnetism that made him more attractive.

"I'm not trying to seduce you. I'm trying to educate you. Imagine
being crushed beneath a muscular black body like mine while a
thick black cock slams into you reaching twice as deep as any
white man ever has."

"You flatter yourself, monsieur." Laetita waved the dessert menu
before her face. "They need to turn the air conditioning down.
It's hot in here."

"No, it's you that are hot. You're wondering if I'm right and
it's turning you on. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to use the
facilities."

Mon dieu, she thought. I am aroused. Laetitia couldn't remember
ever being this aroused. Her nipples were poking into her bra and
her panties felt soaked. When he had saved her, she had felt an
improbably large penis pressing into her back as he carried her
out. Of course, size didn't matter. Maybe, she was just feeling
gratitude for the man who had saved her looks. The black man did
seem incredibly powerful and masculine, if a bit absent minded,
he was walking back with his zipper down. His briefs were tight
and bulging out. "Your pants are open," she told him.

"Thanks." Booker sat down and fumbled with his fly under the
table. "Now have you been thinking about what I said?"

"I'd rather think about dessert." The truth was she was so horny,
she could think about little besides sex.

"Oops, I just dropped the salt shaker. Could you reach it, it
rolled over by you?"

Laetitia looked down, but didn't see it at her feet. She pushed
the chair back and bent down. There it was, over by Booker's
sneakers. Laetitia, reached out, then got on her knees, seeing
Booker's cock. "Merde." she whispered. The pompous ass hadn't
zipped his pants up, he'd pulled his cock out. Booker had light
brown skin, but his cock was much darker. The head was wrapped by
his foreskin, but looked as big as a plum and it smelled.

Laetitia stared at it and stared some more. She should have
gotten back up in her seat, but the smell called her forwards.
The smell promised satisfaction of her needy pussy. It didn't
smell dirty, it was clean as he'd freshly showered, but it was
somewhat musky and it was growing stronger trapped by the
tablecloth. Laetitia reached out and pulled the foreskin back.
The big, knobby head was brown like the rest of his skin, much
lighter then the black shaft. She inched closer then took the
head in her mouth, thinking how much better it tasted then her
expensive dinner.   Laetitia kissed, sucked, and licked the head
for several minutes until Booker reached down and pushed her head
back off his dick. Reluctantly, she released it, then got back in
her chair. The waitress was staring at her with one eyebrow
raised. "I'll replace whatever silverware you dropped, miss,"
said the waitress.

"Just the salt shaker," said Booker. "Oh look, it's by my foot."
He picked it up.

"I'm checking to see what dessert you'd like?" asked the waitress
of Laetitia.

"We're going to skip dessert," said Booker.

Laetitia had a dazed look on her face. "Yes, we'll take the
check, please."

The waitress left, then returned with the check totaled, handing
it to Booker. He passed it over to Laetitia who still looked
shocked as she pulled out her credit card. Booker fumbled under
the table trying to put his dick away and it took some time. She
understood how difficult it must be to put away an unbendable
foot long penis. The waitress returned and Laetitia signed the
receipt. As she was putting her credit card away, Booker reached
in her purse. "Mind if I drive?" he asked, grabbing her keys.

People had stared when the black man had arrived with the
beautiful young woman, they stared even more as they left. The
black man was holding her closely, guiding her out the door with
one huge hand cupping her ass cheek.

**************

"I'm renting one of the beach houses," she said.

Booker shifted gears. "I gotta get me one of these," he yelled,
as the Mercedes sped up.
Fresh air filled Laetitia's nostrils as they left town heading
for the rich section of the beach. Jacques, her lover sprang to
mind. How could she betray him, they were in love and had
discussed marriage? So the black man had a huge cock. Why had she
reacted as she had? "Booker," she yelled. "I need to take you
back to your car."

Booker reached down and undid his pants. His cock head and many
inches of shaft was visible jutting up out of his briefs. "Damn
thing's feeling restricted. I couldn't hear what you said."

It was just a big cock, fascinating, freakishly so, but not that
big of a deal, she thought staring at it. God, why had she licked
it? He saved my career and now he's going to think I'm a tease.
"This is a mistake. I'm in love with my boyfriend. Turn around
and we'll take you to your car," she yelled.

Booker shook his head, cupping his ear, indicating he still
couldn't hear her. "Come closer," he said.

Laetitia was about to scream for him to turn around, when the
hand cupping his ear came out and wrapped around her head. He
pulled her too strongly and her head ended up in his lap.

Out of the wind, with her face in his lap, Laetitia could smell
his cock again. She nuzzled it a little, breathing deeply. Thank
god, he hadn't heard her. She remembered why she had sucked on
his cock under the table and quickly took it in her mouth again.
And to think she'd almost passed up a chance to try out a cock
this big.

She pulled his cock off his stomach with her mouth as her hand
pulled his briefs down. His balls were sized to fit his shaft,
gigantic, so big they thrust outward from his thighs. She hefted,
then kneaded them before moving her hand up his shaft. She pulled
his foreskin down as she licked around his big brown cock head.

Laetita had always enjoyed doing this for her lovers, but Booker
presented a new challenge. She relaxed her throat as best she
could, but still gagged as she took the head in deep. This was
what she was meant to do. She decided she would swallow his seed
when he came. Her way of thanking him for letting her suck on his
dick.

Booker tensed up and his dick swelled. He had lasted a long time.
Laetitia's neck was sore from bending over and bobbing her head.
She had managed only about seven inches, but vowed to swallow
more the next time. The head was swollen so large, she feared it
would wedge in her throat, but it still slid easily. His cock
spasmed, hot semen shooting down her throat into her belly. The
next time the head entered her mouth, her cheeks bulged out from
the abnormal amount of semen he was shooting. His orgasm lasted
nearly a half minute, the huge cock continuously shooting wad
after wad into her mouth as fast as she could swallow. When she
was sure he was done, she reluctantly released his still plump
dick and raised her head, hoping she had pleased him.

"Which one?" he asked.

Laetita hadn't even realized he'd stopped the car, she was so
into his cock. She wiped cum off her lips as she looked around.
They were parked in a cul-de-sac by all the beach houses. "That
one," she pointed. the one with the big brown dick, er deck."

He drove over to her rental and they got out. He squeezed her ass
as with a shaking hand she unlocked the door. "Upstairs," she
said. They didn't make it.

At the base of the stairs, Booker grabbed her waist and stooped,
pulling her ass into his crotch. Amazingly, he was rock hard
again, still free as he'd never put it away. She held her ass
there as his hand moved up to the back of her dress and slowly
unzipped it. He pulled it down, struggling to get it over her
hips until it fell at her feet.

Maybe deep down she knew, but for some reason, Laetita had worn
her sexiest bra and panties from Hidden closet. The material was
sheer, but dark black, setting off her pale white skin. The rear
was scanty, nearly a thong. Booker's hand ran down her ass, but
she turned, smiling at him as she unhooked her bra.  He had
somehow pulled his shirt off without her noticing and stood clad
only in jeans with his foot long cock sticking straight out
through his zipper. His cock twitched when he saw her firm
breasts capped by small rose colored nipples.

She turned and raced up the stairs, but he caught up with her.
His hand hooked into her panty and yanked it down. Laetitia bent
down, grabbing the steps giving Booker the perfect beaver shot.
It was too much for the black man. He grabbed her hips and held
her in place. Booker stepped up to her, aiming his cock between
her legs.

"Umph," grunted the blonde model as Booker pushed his cock head
into her. "I don't think this is going to work," she said, having
second thoughts. "I'm too petite down there."
"This is one tight pussy, but it'll fit. It always does."

Laetitia was stretched wide, but amazingly it didn't hurt all
that bad. Her pussy was stretching to accommodate him and making
it easier by soaking is cock with her juices. She was so wet, it
was pouring down her thighs. Booker worked his cock a bit then
pushed the head in deeper. "Oh! ah," she cried.

"You digging your first taste of black cock, baby?" he asked.

"Oui, monsieur. It's so big, but it's tres bien."

"How about a little more then?" Booker pushed another inch in and
Laetita mewled like a kitten. He had enough in that he could
start to make little thrusts. He pulled back and pushed forwards,
pistoning his hips as slowly her pussy opened up for him.

"No man has ever been that deep, monsieur Booker.

"Men will always go this deep, baby. You been fucking boys."

"Have I taken it all?"

Booker laughed and shoved the last five inches into her.

"Aaaah, too big. Non, non, le robinet noir too grand."

Booker held her still as she squirmed around his cock moaning.
She adjusted quickly and calmed down. He started bucking his
hips, removing just and inch before pushing it back in. Her pussy
spasmed and a fresh wave of juice coated his shaft. "Ready baby?"

"God yes. Baisez-moi, Booker. Fuck me," she whispered.

Booker obliged her and started removing more, soon fucking her
with half the shaft, then the whole thing. He was slow at first,
but started picking up speed. He sucked his thumb into his mouth,
wetting it, then brought it down to her ass hole. She jumped at
first, but relented and he pushed it in. She shuddered with her
first orgasm of the night as his thumb entered her ass.

"Le petite mort," she purred. "J'aime le robinet noir. Donnez-moi
qui robinet noir. Baisez-moi avec grand robinet noir.
Baisez-moi!"

"I don't know what the fuck your saying, bitch, but I'm guessing
you likes it." Booker started fucking her hard and fast at a pace
only enhanced black men could match.

"Oh, I likes it, monsieur. Baisez-moi," she screamed between
orgasms. Laetitia was pushing her ass back into his thrusts, but
his powerful cock was pushing her forward until she almost
collapsed on the stairs.

"Cumming, baby," he growled.

Laetitia gasped as Booker's powerful orgasm hosed her womb and
she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Laetita recovered just as
Booker removed his spent cock. "Le grand mort. Je vais seulement
baiser les hommes noir."

"What the fucks that mean?"
"I said, I'm only going to fuck black men from now on."

"Smart girl. Now get that white ass upstairs." Booker slapped her
ass playfully.

**************

Laetitia strolled down the beach in her skimpy bikini. It was
small and blue, designed by Hidden Closet tailors to perfectly
fit her body and cover just enough skin to keep her from getting
hassled by police. Being European and French, she would have been
completely comfortable topless or nude, but this was America.
People stared, some pointing obviously recognizing her.

"Yo there hot thing. Why don't you come up here and talk to me?"

Laetitia looked up at a black lifeguard sitting in his stand with
a female lifeguard. He grinned when the super model headed his
way. "I'm looking for Booker."

The grin turned to disappointment. "Three stands down, baby."

"Merci." Laetitia glanced down at his crotch before turning away.
He had a very impressive bulge. Why hadn't she ever noticed this
fact about black men before?

"Damn!" said the black man at the next stand. He too was a black
Adonis with a large bulge.

Booker was at the following one with another black lifeguard.
"Hey LC," he called.

"Bonjour Booker," she felt a thrill go through her as she looked
at her black lover. "I extended my rental another week."

"That's great baby. How was New York?"

"The show went well. Can I see you tonight?"

"I'll be over right after work." The black beside Booker cleared
his throat. "Oh, Laetitia Chaste, this is Devon."

"Bonjour," said Devon. He had a Caribbean accent.

"Bonjour, Devon," she replied.

"Hey, there's a little party happening tonight. Why don't you two
come by? asked Devon.

"I was hoping to stay in tonight." Laetitia winked at Booker.

"Nonsense, the party's just several homes down from your rental."

"We'll talk about it," said Booker. "Care if I take my break
now?"

"Go right ahead, mon," said Devon.

"Come on LC," said Booker, jumping off the guard stand.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Booker held hands with her as they approached the
nearest beach shack. A teen was running it, sitting in a chair
reading as it was a slow day. "Is the shack free?"

"Yes, sir," said the teen. He looked scared to death of the
muscular black man.

Laetitia followed Booker into the shack and soon found herself
lying on her back on a stack of rafts while Booker impaled her on
his shaft.

**************

Laetitia slowly jerked her hand forward along Booker's cock and
licked up every drop of sperm that appeared. "I love the taste of
your sperm," she moaned.

"You must, baby, you swallowed every drop."

"Had to, this is an expensive dress."

"And a hot one, ready to go?"

"Can't we stay in and fuck all night?"

"We'll just put in an appearance. This party is being thrown by a
very important man. You sure dressed to impress, baby. Don't mind
if I show you off do you?"

"I would be honored. I should be allowed to show this off," she
said, grabbing his crotch.  Laetitia was wearing a
spaghetti-strap sundress that stopped well above her knees. It
was light blue and hugged her curves. She was also wearing light
blue high-heeled sandals and looked like she was on her way to a
photo shoot. "I told Jacques to move out. Maybe you could come
see my London flat sometime?"

"Sounds fun." Booker led her outside and the walked down the
street to the huge beach house. Rap music echoed down the block.
Cars lined the street and people crowded the upper deck as well
as the beach near the dune crossing.

Booker poured them two beers from a keg then they climbed the
deck. "Welcome to my humble abode," said a deep voice behind
them. Laetitia turned to see a giant black man much like Booker,
but with a shaved head and goatee. "I am Solomon King." He
reached out a hand and Laetitia took it. She felt a thrill shoot
up her spine at his touch and gaze. "And you are Booker, one of
my...the town's lifeguards."

"Yes, sir," said Booker, delighted that Solomon King knew his
name.

"Nice house, Monsieur King," said Laetitia.

"Thank you, Miss Chaste. Let me show you around. You don't mind
if I borrow your date for awhile, Booker?"

"No, sir."

Laetitia took Mr. King's arm and he led her off. Beside Solomon,
impossible to miss, was the obese black bodyguard known as Bull.
Bull turned to follow Solomon. All the enhanced knew Bull's
story. How he was the victim of a prototype Xserum and how his
cock was rumored to be 18, 20, or 24 inches long, depending on
who you were talking to.   Booker wandered around for thirty
minutes or so meeting the eye of many of the women there,
chatting with some of the other lifeguards present. He failed to
see Laetitia or Solomon King for that matter. Booker went
searching in the house and noticed the fat black bodyguard
unlocking a door. "Bull, have you seen Mr. King or Laetitia?"

Bull stopped and looked a Booker. "Come on in," he said.

Booker followed Bull into a room filled with video monitors and
controls. Several cameras showed views of the outdoor hot tub,
including a black man making out with a white girl. One showed a
large bedroom. Laetita was sitting on the bed, still dressed,
looking at Solomon's cock.

"Fuck!," growled Booker. I wasn't done with her yet."

"Sorry," said Bull, turning a dial. "Solomon has plans for her.
He wants me to tape her for something to hold over her head. Of
course, she'll probably go along willingly when he's done with
her.

Laetitia's voice came over the speakers. "You’re wrong, it's not
the biggest I've ever seen. Though it ties it."

"I guess, I lost the bet then," said Solomon pulling the shirt
off over his head. "Are you sure? Why don't you grab it to see if
it feels bigger?"

Solomon's cock was swaying before her nose now and her head was
following it. She reached out and grabbed it. "I shouldn't be
doing this. I'm here with someone that I really like."

"It's black cock that you like so much," said Solomon, pushing
his cock head between her lips.

"Fuck!" said Booker when his date started sucking on King's cock.

"She really can't helps herself, you know what I'm saying?"
stated Bull.

"I know."

Solomon did tell me he was impressed with your conquest and left
something to pay you back."

"What's that?"

Bull turned on another camera. A pretty mousy woman was sitting
on a bed fidgeting. "She's a married housewife, daughter of a
minister. Got hooked on one of our websites and sent an email
asking for an E&I stud to fuck her good. Never fucked a black
man.

Booker's dick was already hard.

*************

Laetitia loved Solomon's cock as much as Booker's, maybe even
more. Solomon was circumcised and his looked sleeker, handsomer.
It tasted the same. She hefted his balls, admiring the weight.
She removed Solomon's cock head from her mouth. "Lets switch
places," she said.

Solomon sat on the bed and Laetitia kneeled on the floor between
his legs. Her mouth and throat now knew how to handle big black
cocks and soon she was deep throating him. He lasted a long time,
but her neck muscles were starting to get used to their new work
out. Despite her skill, she'd never been able to finish Booker
off in under twenty minutes and he averaged over thirty. Solomon
lasted about a half hour before filling her belly with his hot
spunk.
Laetitia was now familiar with the amazing recovery rate black
men seemed to have. She kept his cock head in her mouth and
stroked his shaft rapidly. He quickly turned hard again. Solomon
laid back on the bed and his cock plopped out of her mouth. He
held it straight up. "Baisez-moi."

"Vous Parlez Francais?"

"Oui," said Solomon. "I picked up a little when I was in Vietnam.
I do business there," he lied. She wouldn't believe the
thirty-something man before her was actually a Vietnam vet in his
seventies.

Laetitia straddled his legs and climbed to her feet to lower
herself over his cock. Twelve inch cocks were getting easier to
take, but they still stuffed her to capacity. Luckily, her pussy
knew what it wanted and produced plenty of lubrication for men
like Booker and Solomon King.

Laetitia placed her arms on his chest and started fucking him as
fast as she could. She felt a little guilty for cheating on
Booker, but the sight of Solomon's cock had lit a fire in her
pussy. Why was she acting this way around black men? Was she
becoming a slut? Fucking two men does not make you a slut, she
assured herself. As Solomon grabbed her ass cheeks and spread
them open for another huge cock, she wondered if fucking two men
at the same time made you a slut? Laetitia looked over her
shoulder expecting Booker, but instead saw that it was Devon, the
islander lifeguard. She had taken Booker's cock in her virgin ass
the first night, so Devon's monster didn't hurt much and he had
oiled it up well.

"Oh oh oh ah," she panted as Devon's cock head slid past her
sphincter, deep into her bowels. She could feel it competing with
Solomon's cock for space. "Oh, it is good. Bien. Bien Baisez-moi
avec robinet noir." If this is what it felt like to be a slut,
she was now proud to call herself a slut for these hung black
men. After a half hour of getting doubly penetrated Solomon's
cock hosed her womb with his hot seed, closely followed by
Devon's sperm filing her bowels.

Minutes after both black men had cum, Laetitia found herself on
all fours with Devon fucking her pussy and Solomon her mouth.
Every time Devon thrust, he pushed her lips to the root of
Solomon's cock and every time Solomon thrust her thighs slammed
back into Devon, his huge balls slapping them.

Laetitia set a new record for orgasms with the two men that
night. "I do not know how I ever survived without black cock,"
she said, dressing while Solomon and Devon reclined on the bed.
"I need to go find my date."

"I'll be back in the city, Monday," said Solomon. "Can we get
together?"

"Of course," replied Laetitia. "I'll do anything for more of
this..." She grabbed his cock and bent to kiss the tip, shaking
her head in disbelief as it grew an inch.

"Anything?" asked Solomon. "Funny you should mention it, but
there are some favors you could do for me."

"What is that, Monsieur King?"

"We'll talk about that later," he replied.

The End

Author’s Note: I changed the title of this story. It was
originally planned as a trilogy and I may still continue it, but
the other stories will focus on different models. The plan was
for a story about the E&I takeover of Hidden Closet and another
story about a Sports Photographed swimsuit photo shoot on
Trinibogo.

This character is, obviously, based on Laetitia Casta, a
Victoria’s Secret model who was very active in the 1990’s. I
don’t speak French and the French in the story was taken from a
translation website. It may not make sense to a French speaker,
but I find that to be a little funny. I’ll call it Franglish.