Xavier Models Again An E&I Acres Story copyright 2004 by Stormbringer revised 2009 September 2001 Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. He cursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if she kept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him a quick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out of sight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standing nearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?" Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digital camera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife and looked upset that he'd been interrupted. "No, my wife has nothing against blacks. She's a minority too after all." "Oh yeah, what minority?" "She's Arabic. Her family were Lebanese Christians and fled the Middle East to escape persecution. She's an all-American girl, but she still has a hesitation when it comes to showing off her body to anyone, but me. Not that I mind having that body all to myself. You're not exactly the standard black minority either with that accent. What are you, Australian? "New Zealand. I'm half South African, half Maori." "Interesting background. Well, I'll leave you alone to finish the lawn." Norman lifted up the tripod and carried it inside. Xavier led the team of blacks taking over Stony Harbor, Long Island. His employees consisted of Rashidi and Mustafa, among others. Xavier had spotted Ameena one day getting out of her car and decided he'd take this yard and thus her, but it was late in the season. The summer was over, enhanced blacks now had plenty of places to live while the pharmaceutical plant outside town was being converted over to an Xcite and Xserum production plant. Xavier didn't have too many days of lawn work left and he was guessing E&I would find another use for him. Xavier fondly recalled the other times he'd caught a husband photographing his wife. One husband had asked to take pictures of Xavier. Xavier had tricked the couple into letting the wife pose with the black man in swimsuits, then naked, then the husband had taken rolls of film of Xavier fucking his wife. She was now a popular E&I porn star and the husband was actually such a great photographer, he now shot interracial spreads for E&I magazines. Xavier retrieved his hedge clippers and had almost started on the bushes when he heard voices. The voices were coming from an open basement window. Norman was pleading with Ameena to do something for him. Xavier kneeled down in the grass and peered through the crack in the window. Ameena was magnificent. Her ass was small and tight. Her waist and hips were very thin, but her breasts were huge. They were so big, they'd probably sag a little if her skimpy bikini wasn't keeping them firm and she was only in her early twenties. Her belly button was pierced by a diamond pin. Xavier loved pierced belly buttons, but thought the practice was idiotic on other parts of the body. She also had a small gem stone in her nose, which normally he would of hated, but on her it enhanced her beauty. Her skin and features were Semitic, not too dark, not too light. Long, kinky, dark hair fell down her back. She'd make a great porn star for E&I Enterprises. Her ethnicity would be perfect for playing harem girls, belly dancers, or maybe a genie and she certainly had the body of a porn star. Or maybe, she'd become a stripper at the zebra club. Anyway, Xavier planned to be the one to give her a new lifestyle. "I don't think so," said Ameena, posing as Norman took her picture. "Honey, the tourists are gone. I want to take some shots of you in your bikini on the beach in a natural setting. Listen, we can go to the state park next Wednesday, it shouldn't be crowded." "Ok, but if there's anyone around, I'm not going to do it. Now come fuck me. I'm all hot and wet for you." "I don't know what's gotten into you this summer, but I love it." Xavier watched Ameena remove her top while Norman stripped down. Soon the couple were fucking on a couch. Norman obviously wasn't drinking the Xcite laced water around town, but Ameena sure was. Xavier climbed to his feet and got back to work. He knew where he was going next Wednesday. **************** Norman bent down close to the LCD display on his camera. It was a bright sunny day and the glare made it hard for him to see. The image of Ameena shown on the display was gorgeous. If his wife had training with her facial expressions, she'd easily have been a professional swimsuit model. Ameena was leaning against a piling, her face turned up to the sun. He pressed down on the shudder to focus, then harder to take the picture. Norman lifted, then moved his tripod to capture his wife from a different angle. He'd just aimed the camera at his wife when he saw the black man. The man was walking down the beach in shorts and a white tee-shirt. He was out of focus, but clearly in the picture. Dammit! That man was going to ruin everything. It had taken Norman years to get Ameena to go this far. The man was very muscular and reminded Norman of his gardener and some of the other black men he'd seen around Stony Harbor this year. "Excuse me, buddy," called Norman, but you're ruining my picture. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Ameena, noticing the black man. Her arms unconsciously covered her breasts. Xavier looked from Norman to Ameena. He'd spoken to Norman just last week, but the dumbass didn't seem to recognize him. Typical of snobby white people not to recognize someone black that worked for them. Xavier decided to give them what they expected. "Is dat one of dem digital cameras?" he said in a fake American accent and mimicking Mustafa's street lingo. "Sure is," replied Norman always eager to show off one of his fancy toys. "Come take a look at it." The giant black man looked vaguely familiar to Norman. He walked over to the camera and bent down to look at it. "See, you can see the pictures I've taken in this display. This button cycles through them." "Wow! What da fuck will they think of next," said Xavier shaking his head. Of course, he already owned a digital camera. Many enhanced kept them handy for quick blackmail material or for posting on amateur interracial forums. "Yo wife sho is hot, Mister." "Thank you." "Norman?" said Ameena, pleading with her husband with her eyes and a fake grin. She continued to keep her arms folded over her heavy breasts. "Hey, Mister, you wants me to take some pics of you with your wife?" "Umm." Norman looked at his wife. He envisioned himself standing beside his hot wife with a "look what I got" expression and the picture sitting on his desk for all his coworkers to see. He might even "accidentally" leave some laying around when his buddies dropped by the house. "Sure, a few pictures would be nice. Just frame the image within the display there. Push this button part way down to lock in the focus and then press it all the way to take the picture." "I gots it." Norman trotted through the sand over to his wife who looked quite pissed. "What are you doing? I don't like him staring at me. Get rid of him." "Relax, honey. Just let him take some pictures of us." Norman reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The black man must have been hot too, because he was also removing his shirt. Norman wasn't cut, but he was reasonably fit. The black guy on the other hand, had the most perfect musculature Norman had ever seen. Norman leaned into his wife and she finally lowered her arms as they hugged and looked at the camera. Xavier leaned down to observe the couple in the viewfinder, then took some pictures. Norman posed his wife in some more frames and Xavier noticed her smile was clearly forced. She wasn't pleased with the situation. Norman finally got her to stand before him. He rested his head on her shoulder and put his hands on her waist. This pose showed off her body to it's fullest extent. "Take several in this pose," he yelled. "Gots it," said Xavier. "Thanks buddy," said Norman, running up to the black man. "I sure appreciate it." "S'cool. I'm not the best photo guy in the world." Xavier placed his hands behind his head and flexed his muscles as he pretended to stretch. "No, you look more like a bodybuilder." Norman checked the pictures and was quite pleased. Then Norman turned to regard the black man's physique. "You know, buddy. You got an excellent physique. Could I take some shots of you?" "Me? Sure, I guess so" "Cool. Go stand over there by that piling. Hey, pretend you're trying to push it over. Flex all your muscles." "Norman, what are you doing?" Ameena had her arms crossed over her breasts and she was tapping her foot in the sand rather petulantly. "Just let me get some shots of this guy. I've never met a man as well-developed. He's the perfect subject." Norman yelled for Xavier to try some different poses and snapped a few more pictures. "I thought I was the perfect subject," huffed Ameena. She liked being the center of attention. "Of course, you are honey. You're the perfect female subject and I'll never pick some black guy over you, but he's here now and we'll never see him again." "I don't know. He kind of looks familiar." "Just a couple more pictures." Norman turned and looked at the LCD display. The black man had just removed his shorts. He was wearing white briefs that really stood out against his black skin. Norman shielded the display from the sun with his palm. Something was wrong with the black man's crotch. He zoomed in on it. "My God!" "Norman, what's wrong?" asked Ameena, watching her husband. He had just pulled back his head in apparent shock, before bending back down to look into the display again. "Ah, nothing honey," said Norman, staring at the zoomed in bulge. The black man's penis was a monstrosity. It appeared to have just been shoved into the man's briefs. The material of his underwear looked overmatched for such a bundle and Norman feared the man's massive penis might rip free at any moment. Norman suddenly found himself wishing the man would go away. "Alright, I got some shots," yelled Norman. "Thanks." "Can I check them out?" The black man jogged towards them and Ameena saw his crotch. She gasped and stared right a it as he approached them. "Sure," said Norman, cycling through the pictures as Xavier bent down to look at the display. "Ameena, honey, why don't you head back over to piling and we'll start up again just as soon as our friend leaves." Ameena nodded, seeming eager to get away from the black man. "Dem pictures of yours sho is good. How about taking a few of me and your wife? The contrast sho would look good." "Hmm, I could even take some black and white pics. That would be artsy. Hell, what am I thinking, she'll never go for it?" "Just take the fucking pictures," growled Xavier. Norman suddenly felt sweat break out on his forehead and the color drained from his face. The giant black man turned and jogged towards Ameena standing by the jetty pylons. Ameena stood up straight when she saw the black man approaching. Her arms came up to cover her chest again. "Honey?" she yelled, looking at her husband behind the black man. "Our friend wants me to get some shots of the two of you together." Norman was still recovering from a wave of fear that engulfed him when the black man growled at him. He’d never felt anything quite like it and his hands were shaking. "I don't know about this," called Ameena. "Just a few shots, then we'll leave," said Norman. "J-just stand in front of..." "Xavier," yelled the black man before walking behind Ameena. Norman zoomed in on the couple. He noticed his wife seemed to be pleading with him. Xavier, on the other hand was staring down Ameena's back. ogling her ass. Ameena had a very high, tight ass. Norman didn't blame the black man for admiring it. "Run through some poses, flex your muscles, put your hands on your hips, that kind of thing." Xavier posed while Ameena faked a smile and just stood with her arms folded across her chest. "Honey, put your arms down." Reluctantly, she relaxed a little and dropped her arms. Norman snapped some pictures and was actually pretty pleased with them. The contrasts between their skins worked well together and both were near physical perfection. Then suddenly, with dread, Norman observed Xavier reach out to touch Ameena. The black man's hands thrust out to rest on the flare of her hips covering her waist. Ameena jumped. Xavier squatted leaning in close and smiling at the camera. Norman took a picture, then checked it. The pose was great, but Ameena's eyes were wide open as if in shock. Even now her eyes were still wide with disbelief. Xavier was pressed very close against her. Ameena's expression quickly turned worried as she was lifted into the air. Xavier gently brought her down on his shoulder and balanced her for the camera. Norman took the picture. It was a good pose. "Ameena, smile and look like you're laughing." His wife listened to him and Norman took what looked like a magazine quality photograph. He was pleased till he noticed the lump in Xavier's briefs. He zoomed the camera in for a closer look. 'My god, that things a monster,' he thought. The black man's penis had to be bigger then a foot long. His underwear bulged out as far a Norman's would have with a full erection and Xavier's was still soft. Norman zoomed the camera back out as Xavier lifted Ameena back up. This time, he laid Ameena perpendicular to his body over his head, like he was lifting weights. It was a great pose and Norman quickly took some pictures. Ameena looked flustered, but relaxed and actually smiled as Xavier lifted her up and down at one point forming a cross with her across his chest. Norman watched the image on his camera as Xavier lowered Ameena to the ground. Xavier removed his hands from her waist only to put them on her shoulders. He must have been applying pressure because Ameena slowly fell to her knees. She was now eye level with Xavier's massive crotch and she was openly staring right at it. "Ameena," yelled Norman. "Face me, arch your back and put your hands in your hair." Norman was relieved when she finally took her eyes off Xavier's bulge. However, the black man moved behind Ameena and began posing again. His crotch was positioned so that it appeared beside Ameena's head in every frame. Norman finally had enough of staring at a penis much bigger then his own and shouted, "That's enough. I'm done here Xavier. Thanks for the shots, but I'd like to just take some of my wife now." "I gots a lot mo ideas," yelled Xavier, still faking American ghetto slang. "No thanks, I don't have much memory left on my card," lied Norman. He'd invested in the most powerful SD card and it would hold over 500 pictures. So far, he'd only shot 50. Norman lifted his tripod and brought it in closer to his wife. Xavier stepped out of the frame, but stood nearby with his arms crossed before his massive muscular chest. "Would she ever consider posing topless?" he asked loud enough for both to hear. Ameena's eyes went wide and she shook her head. Norman said, "No, she won't do nudes, even in our own home." "How about suggestive nudes?” asked Xavier. "No way," said Ameena. "What do you mean?” asked Norman, looking interested. "Like a wet tee shirt. That way you're clothed, but the tee shirt would cling to your figure." Norman‘s brows furrowed. "I don't think..." "No," interrupted Ameena. "I'd consider that, since I wouldn't actually be naked." "Really?" asked Norman, a little too excited. "But we don't have a tee shirt." "Use mine," said Xavier walking over to where he had thrown his shirt on the sand. Xavier waded out into the water and pushed his shirt under until it was soaked. He then carried it up the beach to where Ameena was still kneeling in the sand. Ameena took the black man's shirt from him and pulled it over her head, shivering a little as the wet material touched her skin. On Ameena, the tee shirt was the size of a dress, nearly reaching her knees. "Now take your top off," ordered Xavier. Norman was quite surprised as he watched his wife remove her top. She didn't even shyly turn her back to them, she looked right up at Xavier as she reached up under the shirt and untied her bikini top. She pulled her top out and handed it to Xavier, continuing to stare up at the large black man. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Norman shouted, "Honey, turn to face me. Xavier, get out of the frame." The shirt was too bulky on Ameena, but still the material clung to certain parts of Ameena's body that made Norman's penis hard as he took his wife's picture. "Hold on Norman, the shirt needs adjusting," said Xavier. The black man stepped back into the frame. He kneeled, grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and pulled it tightly down. Big black hands then patted the shirt down all over Ameena's body, even her breasts. Norman was briefly distracted by the bulge in Xavier's briefs. It looked like the black man's dick was struggling to get into the same excited state, his own was. The briefs looked as though they might burst at any moment. Then Norman turned his attention on Ameena and started pressing the shutter button as quickly as his camera would take pictures. Ameena was looking down her body in shock and her arms were rising to cover her breasts. She was obviously showing more skin then she had intended. The shirt tightly hugged her entire body and was completely see-thru. The dark outline of her bikini bottom was visible as well as her dark nipples which Norman's camera easily detected as being extremely hard. "Come on honey you were doing great," said Norman. "Yeah, dey was some of da sexiest pictures I ever seen," said Xavier. "You shouldn't cover a body like yours." Norman was surprised, but delighted when Ameena seemed to listen to the black man. She closed her eyes and forced her arms down to her sides showing off her breasts. When she reopened her eyes she smiled at the camera and started posing. Norman had never seen his wife look sexier. "Would you take off the bottoms?" he asked after taking a few pictures. Ameena looked up at Xavier then back at her husband. "No, I couldn't do that," she replied. "I'd like some of the shirt clinging to your ass cheeks." "I gots me an idea," said Xavier. "Turn yo backside to the camera woman," he said, walking over to Ameena. The black man reached down and pulled up the tee shirt until Ameena's ass was exposed. She had a tight, small ass, perfectly formed and it was one of her best features. She squealed as Xavier grabbed the material and yanked it up. Her bikini bottoms slid up between her ass cheeks, nearly disappearing. Norman took a quick shot of Ameena's bare ass with Xavier's hand giving her a wedgie before Xavier pulled the tee shirt back down. His big black hands cupped both her ass cheeks until the shirt clung to them as much as it clung to the rest of her body. Norman snapped some more fantastic shots when Xavier stepped out of the picture. "Good," said Xavier, "now lets try some with the shirt off." "No way," said Ameena. She looked around the empty beach as if worried someone might see her. Norman noticed she didn't seem to be bothered by the black man's presence anymore. "I gots me an idea." Xavier walked behind Ameena and rapidly began tugging her shirt up. Ameena brought her arms across her breasts to stop him from stripping her. "Relax babe, I'm just gonna tie your shirt up." Ameena removed her arms and looked into Xavier's eyes as he tied her shirt in a knot over her belly. His hands briefly moved between her breasts as he grabbed the shirt end. Norman gulped with awe. His sexy, but publicly shy wife was standing on the beach with just a wisp of fabric covering her pubic region, her ass exposed, her curvy olive colored belly with it's pierced navel on display, and the bottoms of her breasts hanging out of a tight wet tee shirt that revealed her hard swollen nipples. Norman's hands were shaking as he took pictures of his hot Arab-American wife. Standing on the sand, she looked the prize of some desert sheikh, a harem girl stripped down for her master. The only problem was the giant black man kept getting into the picture. "How about you take that top off now?" asked Xavier. "Let your husband get some nudes." Ameena was kneeling, legs parted, arms behind her back, holding her hair up. She turned to look up at Xavier. There was a long pause and Norman almost thought she might do it. "No, I'm not ready yet." Her eyes traveled down Xavier's body and locked on to his crotch. Norman didn't blame her. He could easily imagine the monster those briefs contained ripping through the material at any moment. He zoomed in on the man's crotch and took a quick picture. Kneeling, Ameena couldn't see it, but Xavier's briefs were so stretched, it was as if he'd gained six inches on his waist. The camera easily made out the man's pubic hair through the opening. Norman zoomed back out until Ameena's face was visible again. Several things suddenly happened almost simultaneously. Xavier's thumbs hooked into his briefs as he said, "Well I'll pose nude, if you won't." The thumbs pulled downwards. In shock, Norman's hands pressed on the shutter locking the focus. Ameena's mouth fell open as the massive black cock burst out from it's confinement. Norman took the picture just as the cock pressed against Ameena's lips. "Jesus!" muttered Norman, more in awe of the sight of Xavier's cock then appalled by the fact Xavier was brushing the tip of his dick across Ameena's lips. The huge dark brown cock was more then twice the size of Norman's 6" penis and more then twice as thick. Norman figured it must be around 14" long. Norman's whole body seemed frozen in shock except for his index finger which kept tapping the shutter button taking pictures. Norman finally realized that it was his wife's mouth, Xavier was poking his cock against. Norman could even see the black man's precum coating her lips. "Ameena!" he said, to get her attention. She jumped as if startled, like she'd forgotten he was even there. Ameena pulled back, but Xavier's beefy hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled forwards. Ameena didn't resist at first. Her lips parted and nearly the entire plum-sized head of Xavier's cock pushed into her mouth. Ameena pulled back and Xavier let her go. When his cock head reappeared it was shiny and glistening as if she had licked it. "I think we've had enough for the day," said Norman. He was sweating though the day was chilly. "No, lets get some more pictures," said Xavier. "We'll stay tasteful. Just some R rated contrasts. Ameena, put your hand on my cock." "How is that tasteful?" asked Norman, watching his wife reach up to grab the black man's cock. "Just some size comparisons. Now start taking some pictures. Ameena, you know what I mean by size comparisons, don't you?" Xavier smirked as Ameena nodded and quickly glanced at Norman's crotch. Norman snapped pictures and something strange began happening. He got an erection. It was impossible not to find the scene before him overly erotic. The black man's cock was so perfectly superior to any penis Norman had ever seen and it suited Ameena's perfect body well. Ameena appeared completely entranced by it. Her small hand was gripping the base, the fingers not touching. Soon her hand moved up to squeeze the huge knobby head. Her hand slid back down to the base, then back up. His wife was actually stroking the black man's cock! "Whoa there, I think that's enough." Norman didn't like the way the black man glared at him. "Get some shots of this," said Xavier. Norman took more pictures as Xavier moved to superimpose his cock across Ameena's face. His fourteen inch cock was longer then her face was wide and he held his cock right under her nose. She seemed to be smelling it. "Norm, gets your ass over here. I gots some more ideas. Stand behind me and take some looking down my chest." Norman walked over towards Xavier as the black man positioned himself in front of Ameena. Xavier's giant black hand rested on her forehead, pushing her head back and up. His cock was now superimposed over Ameena's face, vertically, splitting her face in two. Conscious of his erection, Norman stood behind Xavier and reached around the giant man to take a picture of Ameena looking up at Xavier's face. She still seemed to be smelling it and liking what she smelled. Ameena was right. It did smell and standing so close to Xavier, Norman could smell it too. The odor was pure masculine sexuality. He liked it too, but his penis suddenly went from being as hard as it had ever been to completely limp. Worse, Norman's penis started to shrink like he had just jumped in freezing water. Even his balls began to contract. Norman stepped away from the black man and he felt like a complete wimp. "Lets step these pics up a notch," said Xavier. "We'll take some suggestive shots. Why don't you take your top off?"" "I can't." Norman felt a surge of pride in his wife for resisting the persuasive man. The look on her face suggested she was struggling with the idea, however. Norman had a folded up blanket near his tripod and Xavier walked over to get it. The black man's huge banana cock bobbed before him as he opened the blanket up and spread it on the sand. "Come get down on all fours on the blanket," said Xavier to Ameena. "We can still get some good pictures for your collection." He positioned himself on his knees behind Ameena. "Norm, get some close-ups of her face and back." Norman moved in front of Ameena. Xavier rose up a little and rested his cock against her ass cheeks, the head rising well up past the small of her back. "Zoom in on my cock to remind you of what a real man's prick looks like," said Xavier. "Now I'm going to push it down like we're fucking. Ameena, look like I've just buried this big boy in your twat." "Ooh," moaned Ameena softly as Xavier slid the long length of his cock down her ass cheeks. "OH!" she moaned louder. "What are you doing?" Norman jumped up and looked at Xavier. The black man had pushed his cock head against Ameena's slit. Just a thin strip of bikini protected her pussy from getting penetrated by that monster. Xavier pushed hard and nearly half an inch of his fat cock head pushed the material into Ameena's pussy. Norman moved around to get a picture and noticed how wet the material of her bikini was. Worse, it's color was darkening as more and more lubrication began soaking it. The black man's precum was also leaving it's mark on this side of her bikini. The sticky stuff was pouring out of the black man's pee-slit in copious amounts and Norman could see trails of it on Ameena's thighs. "Let's try a different position," said Norman after Ameena let out a loud frustrated moan of yearning." "Turn over." Xavier leaned back so that Ameena could roll over on her back. The shirt had ridden up high and it still clung to her bare breasts. She looked incredibly sexy in that pose. Xavier moved up between her legs and pushed his cock down against the entrance to her pussy again. Norman noticed the black man rub and press his cock head along her slit. Ameena squirmed as he did it. Xavier then raised his cock up and inched his way forward, pressing his cock down on her crotch. The shaft covered her pubic hair, the slight swell under her navel, and pushed just past her belly button. "Big ain't it?" Both Ameena and Norman nodded in agreement. Xavier backed up and Norman hoped the black man was done. Instead, Xavier rose up and straddled her crotch, sitting down on Ameena's belly. He pressed his cock down between Ameena's breasts and pounded her chin with the head of his cock. "Stick your tongue out and pretend to lick it," he ordered. Ameena arched her neck and did as she was told. There was little pretending though, Xavier often directed his cock to slide against her tongue and it left more precum behind on her lips. Several times Norman noticed her tongue moved to follow his cock. Norman had seen enough when Xavier pushed his cock down between Ameena's breasts. His big black hands grabbed the sides of her breasts, pushing them up and together until they held his cock between them. The wet shirt still clung to her nipples and Norman could see how excited they were, until the black man's thumbs reached up to touch them. The index fingers soon joined the thumbs, his digits twirling Ameena's nipples between them. Ameena was moaning and trying to thrust her hips up, but Xavier's weight held her down. Norman took a few steps closer to put an end to this, but as he got within a foot of Xavier, his legs suddenly felt weak. He couldn't move them. Even his hands were shaky and sweat was pouring down his forehead. Norman was ashamed by his behaviour. He opened his mouth to demand Xavier to stop, but the words choked in his throat. Xavier was slowly working his hands under Ameena's shirt and soon became the second man to ever touch Norman's wife's bare breasts. Xavier then pulled back and pushed his cock too under her shirt. The head thrust out through the blouse to poke Ameena in the chin which she was holding down on her chest still trying to lick his cock. As Norman fought to stop this, Xavier raised his hands up by the wrists and Ameena's shirt slipped up his hands until her breasts were freed. "Look mate, get some fucking pictures will ya?" Norman snapped out of it and took a step back not even noticing Xavier had slipped into his accent. The black man glared at him until Norman brought the camera up and started snapping pictures. The black man pulled his cock back until it freed itself of her bunched up blouse. When he thrust it back, it reared up and found Ameena's mouth. The black man was now titty fucking Norman's wife and she was willingly catching the head of his cock in her mouth. Norman obediently continued taking pictures. The focus on Norman's camera was having trouble locking. He looked up from the display and saw that Xavier was now bucking his hips so fast, his thrusting cock was a blur. Ameena's breasts were smashed together around his cock and the black man's fingers were tugging and twirling her nipples. "Get ready for the money shot," growled the black man. "Better close your mouth, honey," said Norman. Ameena looked over at him, her expression confused. It was almost like she didn't recognize her own husband. She was also looking at him like he was crazy. "Ameena, he's about to cum." She always refused not only to swallow, but to even let Norman cum in her mouth. "You don't want to close your mouth, do you?" asked Xavier. Ameena's eyes quickly returned to looking up Xavier's muscular body glistening with sweat. Her answer was to open her mouth wider and the black man's cock head began disappearing inside her mouth with each thrust. "Get ready Norman. Now!" Norman pressed the shudder and held it so that the camera began taking progressive shots. The first caught Xavier's cock head emerging from Ameena's mouth a fan of white semen spraying between her lips. The still spraying head entered her mouth again. When it emerged it leaped upwards out of control and shot an amazingly large wad of cum completely covering Ameena's face and hair. Norman caught a quick sight of Ameena's open mouth completely filled with sperm. Her mouth disappeared as his cock thrust over it and shot another strand of cum over her face. When her mouth reappeared, it was empty. Norman could have jacked off into a glass every day for a year and the amount wouldn't have equaled one strand of Xavier's multiple orgasms, but then the black man's balls were five times the size of Norman's. Ameena was actually arching her neck to catch his cock head in her mouth again. She succeeded a couple times and Norman caught sight of her gulping. Xavier was still cumming when he quickly slid back and stood. He shot the last few strands of sperm on Ameena's breasts, each wad skillfully striking her nipples. Norman turned away from the sight of the big black man standing over Norman's sperm covered wife. He held the camera down with one hand and rubbed his temples with the next. He brought the camera back up and checked the last few pictures. They were perfect, but there was no real reason for him to keep a memento of this horrible day. Norman's finger was poised on the delete button as he turned around. "Get the camera ready," ordered Xavier. Norman looked up with a start. Ameena was down on all fours facing the camera while Xavier was kneeling behind her in the doggy position. "Get some pictures for your collection that look like we're fucking." Norman did take some shots from in front of Ameena. Her large breasts were swinging under her as Xavier moved her hips back and forth. Norman noticed her blouse was now completely off and laying on the sand. Even Norman had to admit their perfect bodies did look good together. "Come get some close-ups of my cock." Norman walked around and was startled yet again. Xavier's cock was completely hard again. It was so hard, it looked as if he hadn't cum in months let alone minutes ago. The black man raised himself up enough to push his cock down so that the head was pointed at Ameena's asshole. He had her ass cheeks spread and her cute little puckered hole was on display with Xavier's fourteen inch cock poised to penetrate it. "Now some of me getting ready to fuck her." Norman watched the fat knobby cock head move down. "Hey!" said Norman. "She's not wearing her panties." Indeed, her bikini bottoms were laying in the sand beside her blouse. "No shit, dumbass. Get some close-ups." Norman zoomed in on the black man's cock and subsequently Ameena's pussy. Norman's wife's pussy was so aroused and engorged it looked like it was throbbing. It was also soaked with her arousal and dripping lubrication. "Don't put it in her," said Norman watching Xavier's cock head rub along Ameena's slit until it too glistened with her juices. "Hey watch it!" Norman looked up from the viewfinder as Ameena's labia began spreading open around Xavier's cock head. "Oh god, yes," moaned Ameena. Norman looked down at the viewfinder. Xavier's cock head had disappeared entirely. "Stop, pull it out. Pull it out." "You want me to pull it out?" Xavier asked Ameena. "Yes." The look on Ameena's face wasn't convincing and when Xavier worked his cock around a bit, slowly starting to withdraw she changed her mind. "No! No, it feels too good." Ameena looked conflicted, but also more aroused then she'd ever been. "Just let him keep a little of it in me, Norman." "Damn it," said Norman. He was too scared of the black man to make him pull it out. "Don't push any more in and don't you dare cum in her pussy. She's not on birth control." As soon as Norman said it, Xaver's cock thrust another inch deeper as if the black man had momentarily lost control. "Ameena, I'll just get some shots of it in you, then we'll call it a day, ok?" "Oh-kay." Ameena drew out the word so that it was more of a moan. "Don't let him push any more in." "Don't worry Norm, I wouldn't want to turn your wife into a black cock loving slut. Would I?" "Wait a minute, your accent, you're our gardener." "Right mate. I heard you talking about coming here to take pictures. Your wife is such a sexy number, I just had to see her posing in her bikini. I had no idea you wanted to see her pose like this with another man." "I didn't," said Norman. "Whoa there, pull out a little, it looks like another inch has slipped in." Xavier moved his hands up to Ameena's ribs and pushed. Norman was pleased to see the black man was obeying him and slowly removing the three or four inches of cock he'd pushed inside Ameena's pussy. Unfortunately, he was pushing down too hard on Ameena's upper back. Disaster struck. Ameena's arms collapsed. She fell forwards, her face hitting the sand, her ass still up thrust. Xavier also fell forward. The tip of his cock had been partially inside her pussy and it now shot forwards, pushing deeper then Norman had ever been. "No, pull out, pull out," screamed Norman. Xavier pushed up, but fell again, and his cock thrust even deeper this time. "Sorry," said the black man. Xavier sat back on his knees, but stupidly held on to Ameena's waist as he did so, in effect pulling her into his cock. Norman was horrified to see that Ameena had just taken nearly a foot of thick black cock. Xavier let her go so that she ended up on all fours again. He tried to pull out, but for some reason pushed forwards again. Ameena's head fell back to the blanket. Xavier apparently gave up trying to pull it out. He held still with close to thirteen inches of cock buried in Ameena's pussy. Ameena whimpered. Her knuckles were grabbing handfuls of sand through the blanket. "Yes," she hissed. Norman could barely hear her. Her whole body jerked a little. Xavier remained still, apparently not moving, but in reality he was making his cock jerk inside her pussy. "Come around and get some close-ups, fool." Ameena raised her head. Her brow was sweating and she was sucking her lower lip inside her mouth. She shook her head, not wanting Norman to go look. "Aah," she cried, suddenly her lip coming out of her mouth to quiver a little. Norman moved around until he could see Xavier's thick black sausage crammed inside his wife's pussy. Norman was no longer the only man to put his dick inside Ameena. Her labia and thighs were soaked. He held the camera up and zoomed in on their crotches. The viewfinder clearly caught fluid running out of Ameena's pussy, flowing down the visible part of the black man's shaft until it dripped off his balls. Ameena had orgasmed! The camera close-up also showed the black man's cock jerking. Norman took the picture. "Why didn't you want your husband to look at your pussy?" asked Xavier. "I didn't want him to know that I came." "Show her what it looks like, Norman." Norman switched to view mode and brought the picture up on the camera. He held it up before Ameena's eyes. Ameena stared at it. "Oh god! That's what's in me? Yes, so big, fuck yes. I'm cumming again." "You like that big cock, dontcha?" "Yes. I love it. I've never cum like that. Your big black cock is the best ever. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Norman felt heartbroken. He'd never been able to give Ameena orgasms until this summer. Her unusual state of arousal had her cumming each time they fucked, but Norman had to put a lot more effort into it. Still, it had been the best sex of their marriage until now. Xavier had started slowly withdrawing it and pushing it in. He wasn't waiting for Norman's permission, but Norman gave in anyway. "Go ahead and fuck the slut." "Don't mind if I do." Xavier then proceeded to give Ameena the fucking of her life. His cock became a blur as the black man began slamming it in and out with enough force, Norman could hear his balls slapping on her thighs. Norman waited for Xavier to pull out. No man can go that fast or last that long, he thought. However, Xavier didn't slow down and Ameena continued to have orgasms. In fact, she seemed to be having one long continuous orgasm or series of orgasms. Her body was quivering and she was moaning loudly, also grunting each time his balls slapped her thighs. Norman took pictures, lots of pictures. Ameena's moans turned to a loud scream. Norman looked up to see that Xavier had pushed his thumb into her ass. Her scream wasn't from pain. It was from her orgasms increasing in intensity. "Next time, I'm gonna fuck that ass, slut." "Anything you want," cried Ameena between orgasms. Norman didn't plan on there being a next time, but was smart enough to realize, he might not have a choice. Xavier suddenly stopped thrusting. He held his cock buried as deep as it would go. Ameena's eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Her body went limp as the biggest orgasm yet took control of her body. Norman felt relieved as he watched Xavier pull his cock out just in time. Sperm was spraying out of the tip as his hard, rampant cock appeared over her ass. Norman couldn't help being awed by it. His finger pressed the shudder capturing a long strand of semen shooting up, over Ameena's back. Xavier continued to cum, sperm pooling in the small of Ameena's back. It was an incredible amount, but less then he had the first time. Xavier finally stood, his fourteen inch cock slowly deflating. Norman went over to his wife as the black man retrieved his clothes. "You alright, honey?" asked Norman shaking his wife. She barely stirred, but she did moan contentedly. Xavier was dressed now. He walked over and picked the camera off the blanket. He started looking at the pictures. Norman had a sudden fear that Ameena's pussy would never return to normal after fucking Xavier's monster cock. He bent around to look at it and gasped in horror. Ameena's pussy lips were spread open around a large hole the width of Xavier's dick. Worse, sperm was pouring out of the hole, soaking the blanket. "Asshole, I told you not to cum in her pussy." "That's no way to talk to your wife's boss, wimp." Xavier turned away and started jogging off. Norman had no idea what he was talking about and gave the black man the finger, but only when he was sure Xavier wouldn't catch him. Ameena didn't budge for close to half an hour until Norman informed her there were people heading their way. She dressed in her bikini and Norman helped his weak wife get back to their car. At home, he helped put Ameena to bed. Provided she wasn't pregnant, he hoped they could forget about this incident. Determined to erase the pictures, he retrieved his camera and turned it on. The words “No memory card“, flashed on the screen. The End