The Romance Writer An E&I Acres Story Copyright 2002 by Stormbringer Revised 2009 July 2001 She took his throbbing manhood in her hands. Her bosom heaved as the cowboy spoke, "Your beauty caused that." The muscular cowboy picked her up in his strong arms, his lips approaching hers... Tracy quit typing and saved her new novel, her fifteenth in four years. The young woman was taking the romance world by storm, writing under the pseudonym Lacy Lovelorn. Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle sighed as the familiar warmth spread through her body. Getting to the sex scenes in her books always got her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, her husband was often away on business and couldn't take care of her cravings, but then when he was here, he didn't take care of her cravings either. Making love hadn't lived up to the descriptions in the romance novels she had gotten hooked on as a teenager. She hadn't even seen an erection on her husband in a month and her writing had her more aroused then usual, since spring it seemed as if she were constantly horny. Tracy Hardcastle sighed and left her den to take a shower. She had to do some publicity photos for her new bosses. The little publisher she wrote for had been bought out and absorbed by E&I Publishing. They wanted her to do some layouts to be used in magazine articles and promotional material. Tracy enjoyed modeling and when dressed as her alter-ego, Lacy Lovelorn, artists had often used her as the model for the women on the covers of her books, they just changed her hair color to match her characters. Tracy had the long flowing hair and heaving bosom of her heroines. Her hair was more reddish, then blonde and fell to curl around her nipples. Her skin was the beautiful, pale white of most red-heads, mostly unblemished, with just a few faint freckles around her cheeks that gave her an innocent appearance. She had a models thin waist and flat stomach, but her breasts and rear-end were plumper then most models. Her breasts were large and full, but were quite firm, high up on her chest, giving her impressive cleavage when dressed in the bodice of a romance heroine. None of that was apparent as Tracy waited for her ride. She was dressed in baggy sweats, with her hair up in a pony tail and no make-up on. Dressed like this, men would only give her a passing glance, before the stylists at the photo shoot transformed her into a goddess. The doorbell rang and Tracy answered it, finding herself staring into a broad muscular chest as wide as her doorway. She looked up in surprise into a handsome black face grinning down at her. "Mrs. Lovelorn, I'm Latrell, head photographer of E&I modeling. I'll be taking your pictures this afternoon." Tracy felt her pulse quicken and her skin began to flush. She felt warm and it turned warmer as she shook his hand, her little white hand disappearing completely in his massive black one. "Nice to meet you," she said. This man had an aura about him. Not only was he huge, around 6'7", his very presence was overwhelmingly masculine. She usually found New York photographers to be weird little men, often gay, with delusions of their own grandeur, but this man looked like a linebacker. "Shall we go?" he asked holding out his arm. Tracy took his arm and followed him out to a big, black limo. Another black man, as big as Latrell got out and opened the door for them. Tracy got in back beside Latrell and they were off. "May I offer you a drink, Mrs. Lovelorn?" he asked. "Just a soda, please, and call me Tracy." It was too early for booze and Tracy liked to have a clear head when working. She stared around the interior of the limo, her brow furrowing when her gaze fell on Latrell's slacks. They were tented out so that it looked like a big banana was inside his crotch. She was so surprised by the strange bulge, she didn't notice that there was already a small amount of clear fluid in the bottom of her Coke glass, as he poured a can in. She took the glass and sipped it. Tracy stared out the window at the skyline as they approached the city. She had seen it hundreds of times, so mostly she was staring to keep her eyes off Latrell. She was surprised to find herself attracted to the black giant. She was uncomfortably aware of his presence in the tiny cab of the limo. He seemed to exude masculinity like a character from one of her books. She glanced at his handsome face, then down to the expensive suit that must cover an incredibly well-muscled torso, and finally down to the bulge in his trousers that looked for the world like a huge penis. Tracy felt her nipples scraping against her sweatshirt. They were hard as a rock and her panties were getting wet. By the time they crossed the Holland tunnel and into the city, she was squirming in her seat and thankful that they were close to their destination. She killed time by channeling her erotic feelings into descriptions for future books. They traveled along the docks of New York until the limo pulled up at a rather decrepit looking old warehouse. "Here we are, Tracy," said Latrell, as the limo driver opened his door. "This is it?" she asked. "It doesn't look like much on the outside, but that applies to most of the older buildings in the city." Tracy followed him along the side of the warehouse to a door and waited while he unlocked it. "Sorry it looks so desolate, but we are in the middle of remodeling. Thats why no one is here except for my team." Tracy passed several rooms that looked like movie sets. Many of the rooms just had beds, and a few had hot tubs. Some had more elaborate sets, like jungles, beach scenes, etc. She finally saw some more people when she entered a large room with photography equipment set up. The walls were painted with a desert scene, cactuses, tumbleweeds, and one wall had an old west town's main street done in perspective. Two young girls stood by a make-up chair. "This is Carla and Suzie. Girls this is Lacy Lovelorn," introduced Latrell. "I'm a huge fan," said Suzie shaking her hand vigorously. Suzie was a pretty young blonde. "Nice to meet you," said Carla. She was an attractive Latino girl with a big bubble butt. "Girls take care of Mrs. Lovelorn for scene one. I'll be back in an hour." Latrell watched the two girls skillfully sit Tracy in a chair and began piling her hair up. Latrell left the room and walked down the hall to Tyrone's office. Tyrone's secretary wasn't at her desk, which meant she was kneeling before him giving her special dick-tation. Latrell let himself inside his boss's office. Sure enough the haggard-looking blonde was swallowing maybe her thousandth load of cum from their insatiable boss. Tyrone was pouring over the blueprints for the remodeled building. "You can do me next," said Latrell sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. Carol didn't even bother standing. She crawled over to Latrell and fished his huge cock out of his pants before starting on him. As a female employee of E&I, she was required to service the men on demand. "I take it our guest has arrived," stated Tyrone. He was reluctant to take his eyes off the blueprints. He had talked Solomon into modernizing the building. E&I Modeling wasn't just a front for the porn industry anymore. They were getting legitimate contracts, mostly cheesecake shots for calendars and car magazines. They were getting semi-famous models like Jessica Devereux. Plus, they had agents at the Miss Teen USA Pageants, Hidden Closet, and legitimate modeling agencies in the city all providing a steady supply of fresh young faces for the insatiable subscribers to the E&I interracial/voyeur websites. The new building, would have a reception area, interview rooms, complete with casting couches, modern sets, costume design rooms, and water coolers laced with Xcite. He couldn't wait. Tyrone put the plans down and clicked his computer to the video-feed from the set. "That's one hot little bitch," he said watching the two girls doing Tracy's make-up. "I love red-heads. Seeing my black cock going into their pale white bodies really gets me off." Tyrone sent off an instant message to one of the controllers who would send out an alert to subscribers to check out the new girl on voyeurcam.com. "It looks like they're finishing up." "Better get back then," grunted Latrell as Carol was busy swallowing his load. "That woman on the screen is gonna do more to make white woman go black then all of our magazines and websites combined." ****************** "Latrell's ready, Lacy," called Suzie knocking on the door to the dressing room. Tracy was admiring herself in the mirror. She opened the door, finding it difficult to get the big hoop skirt through the jam. Latrell whistled when he saw her, which made her feel warm again. She was dressed as an old west saloon girl, hair piled on her head with stockings and heels. "Lets do it," said Latrell. Tracy spent the next hour posing before the desert scenes on the wall. One pose had her holding her skirt up and kicking the can-can while Latrell snapped away. "These are great," he said. "You'd be a first class model if you ever gave up writing. Now lets bring in the male model." "What? No one said anything abut there being a male model," she said surprised. "Come on in Lamar," yelled Latrell. "Yeah, we're doing some solo's of you and then some romance shots with Lamar, just like the covers of your books. We're doing several scenes to submit to different magazines. Ah, here's Lamar now." Tracy turned to look at the model. It wasn't what she expected. Lamar wasn't a skinny pretty boy like most models. He was a hulking brute, bigger then Latrell or any other man she had seen. He was dressed in tight leather pants with holstered pistols, an open vest covered a bare chest rippling with muscles, he wore a cowboy hat over long kinky hair and he was the blackest man she had ever seen. "What do you think?" asked Latrell. "He's certainly good-looking, but he's black." "So am I, you got something against black men?" "No, not at all," she stammered out flustered. "It's just the character in my book is white." "That don't matter. We ain't using this for the cover, that's for the artist. These are just promo shots." "Well I guess it's ok then." "Lamar Jefferson," said the black giant towering over her when he joined them." "Tracy Hardcastle." He was certainly handsome, like a black Fabio with a chiseled jaw and long curly hair that fell down his back. "Lets get to work," said Latrell. "I'm switching to black and white, so it'll look like those old time photo pictures." Latrell posed them. Her sitting, with Lamar holding a rifle standing behind her, Lamar sitting at the table with a poker hand while she stood over him, and one of her dancing on the table as he sat with his boots up. "These are great. Now I want to do some romance cover shots. Tracy go up to him and put your hand on his chest." Tracy did, a shiver coursing through her body as her little hand touched his rock-hard chest. He placed his hand in the small of her back and stared into her eyes as Latrell took some pictures. Tracy got lost in his piercing dark eyes. She never lost eye contact as he bent her backwards, leaning over her. She was barely aware of him undoing the top buttons of her dress and folding the flaps back so it looked like she had the ripped bodice common to thousands of romance novels. His eyes were hypnotic, promising endless nights of passionate love-making. "...Tracy, Tracy." It was Latrell talking. She broke eye contact. "Tracy, it's time to take off your dress." "What?" she snapped out of her trance. "You’re wearing the knickers aren't you?" the photographer asked. She nodded. "I want some sexier pictures. It's not like knickers show off a lot. Let your dress fall to the floor." "I'll help you," said Lamar. His skillful hands were already unlacing her dress before he had finished and soon she was wearing her old-fashioned white underwear as she stepped out of the hoop skirt. "Lamar, take off your shirt, but leave the hat and guns on. Girls, get Tracy a glass of water she looks flushed." ***************** "I've read all your books Mrs. Lovelace," said Suzie as she removed Tracy's pirate costume. "Call me Tracy," she mumbled still in a daze. The day had been a blur. They had done many scenes over the last few hours. Lamar had taken her passionately in his arms, her body rubbing his bare chest as Latrell took the pictures. Several poses had been odd, but she liked them. Latrell had taken many of her kneeling at Lamar's feet, one of her looking up at him adoringly with her arm wrapped around his thigh, and other submissive poses. It was in one of these that she had first seen the outline of his penis. It bulged out his leather pants, the tip nearly touching his knee, longer even and bigger then Latrell's bulge. At first she hadn't believed it, but then it moved under his pants and she had gasped in amazement. After that, she had switched to a princess costume and posed alone and then it was as pirates with a bare-chested Lamar again. It was as pirates that she decided she didn't like Lamar though she was somewhat in awe of him. She was kneeling like a captured wench when she noticed his penis had swelled up. Latrell noticed too. "Tracy, I need you to place your hand over his crotch to cover up his bulge," he ordered. "Is that really necessary?" "Yeah, it's not unusual for the male model to get an erection when posing with a woman like you. Just place your hand over it, in case I get some good shots where it appears. We're all professional here." Latrell started snapping as she reached up and found her hand didn't began to cover the length of his penis. She settled for covering the head area down his thigh. "That feels good," whispered Lamar. "Feel how big and hot it is." "Ssshhh, we're working." He was right though, it was big and hot. "I'm not used to working with such a sexy white lady. "You made it this hard." -that line sounded familiar to her- "Why don’t you squeeze it?" "No!" "If you do I'll shut up." Against her better judgment, almost of its own accord, her hand gave it a little squeeze. "That's a black cock in your hand. I bet it feels a lot bigger then your wimpy husband doesn't it?" He was like an arrogant man from a romance that needed taming. He was arrogant, rude, and had a bad mouth, but she had never been so aroused in her life. Her puffy pirate pants were soaked with her excitement. Luckily, Latrell was done with the scene, but he had one more he wanted to do. ***************** "Tracy, how come you never use a black man like Lamar in your books?" Suzie asked. "I never thought about it before. I guess I could do one about a black couple. It's just not my thing." "No not a couple, just a black man. The woman would be naive and white, maybe married and she can't resist his superior black genes." "Or what's under is jeans," chimed Carla. The two girls laughed. Tracy thought about an interracial romance, but decided it would be a little too controversial. Her readership was mostly, young, married white women and she didn't want to offend anyone. Of course, Latrell and Lamar were the first men she had met who actually had the erotic presence of a romance hero. "Your last outfit is in the changing room," said Carla. "Take this," she handed Tracy a bottle of water, "the lights tend to dehydrate you and you need plenty of water." ******************* "She's had a considerable amount of Xcite," said Latrell, watching Tracy on the computer monitor. According to the monitor, several hundred subscribers were also watching live and more would download the scenes later. Tyrone and Latrell leaned forward as Tracy removed her clothes. The young woman locked the door and sat on the bench facing the mirror with the hidden camera behind it. Both men stared at her engorged clit, dripping with lubrication as she spread her legs and began diddling herself. "When she gives in, she's gonna fuck like crazy," said Tyrone. Tracy played with herself until she began shaking. They watched as she put her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. The beautiful young writer arched her back and both men growled with lust as her orgasm squirted out on the bench. "A squirter," said Latrell. "Yeah, and she cums pretty easily. This bitch is doomed." Tracy stood up before the mirror and reached for her next costume. Only there wasn't one, just a bikini hanging on the rack. "Turn the sound up," said Latrell. Tyrone did as Tracy said out loud, "I can't wear this. It's practically nothing." "I'd better get back," said Latrell. "Should I send Carol in?" "No, I'll come down in a few minutes." Tyrone watched as Tracy tried the bikini on. They were always sized too small for the models. The top stretched taunt over her large, up thrust breasts, showing just a hint of pink areola, and outlining her hard, erect nipples perfectly. The panties were little more then a thong and the girl kept trying to stretch them out over her pretty white ass cheeks, but it was to no avail.. The front was sheer and tiny, whisps of curly, red pubic hair stuck out around the sides. Not that it mattered because her entire pubic mound was visible through the sheer fabric. ******************** "Latrell," called Tracy. She was covering her body with the dressing room door. "Yes, what is it?" "My outfit is too small and who said anything about a bikini anyway? I don't even where one on the beach." "Sorry, but some swimsuit shots were specified in the contract that came to me from your publisher, but don't worry, it's doubtful they'll ever be used. People and Romance Quarterly will use the wild west or pirate shots. Only a men's mag will use the sexy ones and what men's mag is gonna run a story about a romance writer?" Tracy had thought about getting some sexy pictures done for her husband to rekindle his fires, but hadn't been brave enough to go through with it. "I'll want to approve them before you send them off and I'd like copies." "No problem." "But like I said, it's too small and quite revealing." "I understand what you’re saying. I'll send Suzie in." Tracy went back inside the dressing room feeling her restrained breasts bounce with every step. She sat down again and admired herself. The girls had done her hair to make her look like a vixen and with the bikini she looked like an adult film star. The crotch was still soaked and she could feel her clit throbbing with desire. What the hell was wrong with her? She was practically climbing the walls with horniness. Suzie came in with something. She kneeled by Tracy and plugged it in. "What are you doing?" asked Tracy. "Where's the new bikini?" Suzie tested the razor. "There isn't one. That bikini is sized to fit you and it looks great on you." "It's obscene." "That's why I'm here." Suzie sprayed some shaving cream in her hand and applied it to Tracy's crotch as she pulled the woman's bikini aside. "Stop, you can't shave me. What will my husband think? Ooooh" The girl had already applied the razor to the exposed hair and the vibrations felt incredible. "He'll love it and I'm only gonna shave the sides so that it doesn't stick out. Your red-blonde color is too unique to shave off completely." Tracy watched, breathing heavy as her hairy bush was transformed into a thin strip of hair. The vibrations were driving her mad and Suzie seemed to be taking her time running the razor along the sensitive nub at the bottom. Tracy gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white. "Aaagh," she cried as she came. Her fluids coated Suzie's hand. "Oh my god! I'm sorry. I‘m so sorry." Tracy was red from head to toe with embarrassment. "It happens. It's nothing. Now go get'em." Tracy looked around for a robe or anything, but there was none. She turned to leave, exiting the room as Suzie looked in the mirror and brought her hand up to her mouth. She looked directly in the camera and licked off Tracy's cum. Tracy walked right out into the chest of another large black man, just as big and masculine as Latrell and Lamar only this man was ugly, with big lips and a flat nose. "Mrs. Lovelace, I'm Tyrone Jones, head of E&I modeling." "Tracy, and it's nice to meet you." Her nipples throbbed under his gaze. Her whole body felt warm. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and she was standing before him practically naked. She was surprised to find she liked exposing herself to the admiring gazes of men. "Alright people, we're moving to the beach scene," yelled Latrell. She posed for some shots before a fake beach background, standing, kneeling, and laying in the sand. Tyrone watched her from beside Latrell, his intense gaze never leaving her. "Ok, Lamar start walking up the beach," called Latrell. Tracy shivered. She had thought she was done with Lamar and now the arrogant bastard would see her practically naked and the thought made her shiver again. She looked over her shoulder. Lamar was wearing a speedo as tight and small as her bikini. He looked like an ebony god walking towards her. "Here's the theme," said Latrell. "Tracy you’re a pretty young tourist who found true happiness in the arms of a black islander while vacationing in the Caribbean. Got it? Suzie, Carla, get some water on them." The two girls threw buckets of water on Tracy and Lamar. Tracy jumped as the cold water shocked her. Her already hard nipples, strained her bikini top even more as they puffed up even bigger. She looked down her body in horror as the water soaked into the already sheer bikini causing it to become practically invisible. "Lamar, take her in your arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss." Tracy gulped as Lamar, his body glistening under the light, looked down at her and took her in his arms. It was just like a scene from one of her novels. Wait, it was a seen from one of her novels, though that was between a shipwrecked white couple. His lips met hers and she felt his tongue pushing against her lips. She held them tight until Latrell yelled, "Make it look more real." Lamar pushed his way into her mouth and she relented, their tongues teasing each other. It didn't get any more real then this. "Very good Tracy," said Latrell taking a close-up of her face lip locked with Lamar's. "We're almost through. Why don't you kiss down his chest." Tracy did as she was told facing the camera as she kissed his hard torso. "Keep going down." She moved lower, kissing his perfect black six-pack abdominals, more defined then any man she'd ever seen. Tracy glanced down at his crotch as she neared his navel. She stopped in shock at the sight of his bulge. His penis had stretched out the bathing suit so much, she could see part of it's flesh. The thing had to be immense. "Like what you see?" whispered Lamar. "That big black cock is the perfect pussy pleaser for white sluts like you." Tracy wondered if Latrell knew what a foul mouthed pervert he had working for him. Still, she also had to wonder if what he said was true. I made her panties juice up just looking at it. "Kneel again," said Latrell, "and look up at him like he is the most incredible man you've ever seen." "That should be easy," whispered Lamar. "I am the most incredible man you've ever seen." Damn him, but he was right. The arrogant bastard was incredible. "Shit Lamar," said Latrell. "Can't you do something about that big cock of yours? Tracy, put your hand over it again." Tracy put her hand on it. This time just the thin material separating her hand from his penis. "Latrell, it will look like I'm touching it." "You are touching it," whispered Lamar. "Just keep it covered Tracy. I can touch it up if the picture looks to revealing. After all, what kind of magazine would use pictures like that?" Latrell went back to snapping pictures. "I bet you missed touching it. You like having a real man's cock in your hands don't you?" "Shut up," she whispered back through gritted teeth. He was right, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was infatuated with his penis. She really wanted to see it fully erect. It was moving under her hand, all bunched up, and trying to break free. Jesus, but it had to be over a foot long. "Alright, lets do a love scene. Last scene of the day." Latrell loaded more film while Suzie spread out a blanket on the sand. Tracy fell back on the blanket trying to avoid looking at Lamar. Dozens of tripod mounted cameras were aimed at her, some even looked like video cameras. Tyrone was looking at her through one. "Ok," said Latrell, "first couple shots, I want you both laying on your sides facing me. Tracy in front. Lamar put your arms around her. The two maneuvered into position and Lamar pushed his crotch against her ass. Luckily, Latrell ended that pose quickly. "Lamar kiss down her body now and then climb on top of her." The handsome black model slowly kissed down her neck, stopping at the top of her bosom, planting several on her impressive cleavage. For once, he showed some gentlemanly behavior and skipped over her breasts kissing down her belly. Each kiss sent a wave of heat through her body and her belly spasmed at each touch of his lips. He was a jerk again on his final kiss, slipping his tongue into her belly button. Lamar climbed on top, completely engulfing her body. He rested his crotch on hers, grinding them together. It was getting her so turned on, she could feel her labia parting with desire, as if it were opening for him. Her head was buried in his chest, but Tracy turned to say, "Latrell, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing these pictures." "Oh," he set the camera down. "Why didn't you say something earlier. These don't have to be so graphic. I'll need some more shots, but we can cover you up so that it looks like you're making love under a blanket on the beach." Carla made as if to throw a blanket over them and Lamar jumped up, "wait a second, I need to adjust my cock." Suzie turned Tracy's head away from Lamar while he adjusted himself. She touched up Tracy's make up until Lamar climbed under the covers with her. He didn't come in close contact with her body at first, just keeping his hands on her hips gently massaging them. His knee forced its way between her legs until she parted them and he kneeled between them. Lamar slowly leaned down bending his back so that he could kiss her while bringing his crotch back up to hers. His penis touched her thigh and just as she realized he had removed his swimsuit, his mouth covered hers before she could say anything. Her labia was parting again, her pussy opening for him as the head of his giant penis slid up her inner thigh. She thanked god for the bikini, wondering if the thin material could protect her from the approaching monster. Her pussy lips stretched out around a penis-head the size of a golf ball, it entered her before she realized her bikini was gone. The bastard had untied the sides while he massaged her and skillfully pulled it out of the way. Tracy wanted to scream out in protest. Instead her legs were opening wider for him and her tongue was busy teasing his again. She was finally getting the sexual satisfaction she had been craving for months. Latrell was busy snapping away completely oblivious to what was going on under the blanket. Before she closed her eyes to kiss him more passionately, she thought she saw Tyrone taking his shirt off. "Feels good to have a man-sized cock in you, doesn't it?" Lamar whispered as soon as she pulled her lips off his to breathe. "A lot better then your husband isn't it? Does he fill you like this?" "No," she said meekly. "So big. I don't believe this is happening." "That's only half bitch." "How big is it? "Fourteen mother fuckin inches and they’re all yours." "Impossible!" "You'll see, but it will take awhile to stretch you out. You'll never feel hubby's little worm again." Lamar had some serious issues, but his cock did feel incredible and her body was starting to respond to his slow thrusts. Her hips was raising up into his cock, the big head sliding back and forth across a spot never before reached by her husband. "Aaaaeeiiii," Tracy screamed in orgasm throwing her head back and forth. "Tracy, are you ok?" asked Latrell getting a close up of her sweat covered face. "Yes, yes, oh god yes, I'm fine," she replied having another. Lamar's skillful hands had untied her bikini top and he was busy rolling her nipples between his fingers while gently tugging on them. Tracy came again when Lamar moved his head under the blanket and took her nipples into his mouth. She opened her eyes to see Tyrone walking towards her. He was naked, another long cock dangling between his legs. It was very black like his skin and it was growing as he approached her. It didn't appear as large as Lamar's felt, but it was still huge, probably close to a foot. Latrell had put down his camera and was pointing a video camera at Tyrone, filming his approach. Tyrone kneeled in the sand on the set, his cock now rock hard, thick and throbbing as he pushed it down towards her mouth. He may have been ugly, but his cock was gorgeous. He rubbed the head along her lips, her tongue flickering out to taste the pre-cum, then staying out to lick around the head of his mighty cock. She took him in her mouth vaguely aware that Lamar had stopped thrusting. Her pussy felt so full, she suddenly knew that Lamar had buried every inch of his huge back cock into her and was pausing to let her get used to it. Tyrone was pushing more of his cock into her mouth and Tracy's eyes turned from looking down Tyrone's long shaft to look at Carla as the Hispanic girl slowly pulled the blanket off her. Latrell was busy photographing the action. Lamar pulled out and slapped her leg saying, "Turn over and get on all fours." Tracy did as she was told while Lamar kneeled behind her and rubbed his cock along her labia. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "Yes." "Beg for it, slut." "Please put it back in. I want it." He didn't seem to be responding. She tried to push back into it, but he still held it away. "Please fuck me Lamar. Fuck me with that big black cock." He pushed a little in, suggesting he approved of her words. Tracy was going crazy with lust. She wanted it all and at the same time Tyrone was rubbing his cock head around her lips wanting her to suck on it again. Suddenly she knew what he wanted from her and it was easy for her to say because it was true. "Fuck me with that big cock. Your black cock is so superior to my husband's pathetic little dick. Aaaahh!" Lamar had slammed his cock back in and started pounding her pussy. "That's it baby, that’s what I want big black cock....mmmph." Tyrone had finally grown too impatient and shoved his cock back into her mouth as she spoke. Lamar was pumping her so fast, his big balls were slapping her thighs, stinging her a little. Each thrust of his cock pushed her into Tyrone's. His prick slipped deeper into her throat until her lips were kissing his pubes. Tracy remained like that for close to a half hour, cumming constantly. Just when she thought she couldn't cum anymore, his cock exploded in her pussy, waves of sperm striking deep into her womb giving her a mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel his swollen cock-head sending jet after jet inside her, his thick cock acting like a cork keeping his sperm deep inside. Lamar pulled out, his sperm flowing out behind it. She immediately missed his cock but another set of hands replaced his on her ass cheeks. She couldn't look back with Tyrone busy fucking her mouth, but she assumed it was Latrell. She couldn't see him, just Suzie on her left filming the blowjob with a video camera and Carla had walked behind her with another camera earlier. Another long, thick shaft rested between her ass cheeks, moving down, but it stopped before it reached her pussy. Instead, she felt pressure against her anus as he pressed down on it. Tracy's eyes widened with fear at the thought of getting ass-fucked. Her sphincter opened slowly stretching wide around the probing cock-head. She opened her mouth, her scream muffled by Tyrone's cock, just as it filled her mouth with sperm. Tracy gulped wildly, but lost control from the pain in her ass. Sperm sprayed her face, hair, dribbled down her chin and she still swallowed what felt like a glass full. By the time he was done cumming, the pain in her behind was fading. Tracy looked behind her as Tyrone moved out of her way. It was indeed Latrell slowly fucking her ass with another huge cock. He had thoughtfully coated his shaft with lubricant and it helped make it easy on her. It didn't take long for her to start pushing back into his thrusting cock. "Fuck my ass with that black cock," she growled. Amazingly enough, Lamar was walking over to her stroking his cock to full erection again. He kneeled in front of her, her eyes crossing as she stared down his monster shaft. It did appear to be fourteen inches and she couldn't imagine how she and taken the whole thing. "Your wimp husband ever fuck that sweet ass?" he asked. "No," she replied kissing his cock-head. "I've never taken him in my mouth either." "What a pussy he is. Thank me for teaching you about black cock." "Thank you for teaching me about..." It was the last thing she said that day as Lamar pushed his cock into her mouth. The last thing Tracy remembered was Suzie crawling between her legs and licking her clean. Carla kissed and licked around her face trying to get any drop of sperm the black men had left on her, but by then Tracy was to tired and sore to feel them or to be disgusted by what they were doing. The girls helped her shower and dress, promising her that they would get Latrell to destroy the film of her having sex, then the limo took her home. The muscular black driver demanded a blow job from her and she complied. She was worn out, her belly still full of sperm, but she enthusiastically sucked on his huge shaft. She was filled with a desire to service these men that made her ignore her own soreness and other needs. ******************* Tracy clamped her lips down around the spasming black cock of her new publisher. She had re-read her book and decided it was complete crap, as were all her books. She had written them before she knew anything about real sex. She erased "throbbing manhood" and replaced it with "massive, rampant cock". It still didn't ring truthful, so she made the cowboy black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick." Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking them." "You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his pants as he stood up. He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also research your stories as much as you can." "I am sir," she said, smiling as she unbuttoned his pants. The End