Caribbean King An E&I Enterprises Story Copyright 2003 by Stormbringer Revised 2010 Note: This story was originally released in multiple chapters with more planned. March 2004 Part 1 Prologue: "So boss, How come you never bought one of these things?" asked Tyrone Jones, as the private jet leveled off above the clouds. Solomon sat back in the chair. "Not worth the money, Tyrone. Every million for one of these jets costs another soldier for the cause. It's easier to chart one. Stewardess?" The stewardess came out from the serving area. She was a thin brunette from England, very attractive, though her cup size only looked about a B. "We prefer flight attendant, Mr. King." "Yes, of course. Some champagne please." The stewardess nodded and left. "Hank thinks he's come close to duplicating Carbonite." "He's thought that before, sir." "Someday soon I hope, but what's the rush when you don't age." Carbonite was a rare mineral only found in one mine in Africa. The process of breaking it down and mining it was one of the reasons the Xserum and Yserum cost a million dollars a shot. When Henry McGraw finally duplicates it, they could enhance all the blacks in the country. "Here's your champagne, sir," said the stewardess, returning. She filled Solomon's glass first, then Tyrone's. "Care to join us?" asked Solomon. "I'm not allowed to drink on duty, sir." "What's your name?" "Constance Wellesley." "Married, I see," said Solomon, taking her hand and looking at her ring. "Yes sir," Constance frowned down at the large black hand still holding her fingers. A chill ran down her spine. "Actually, the Captain is my husband. It keeps us from being apart too long and the owners like it because it saves them on hotel rooms. "How nice," said Solomon, squeezing her hand affectionately. "Have you ever been with a black man, Connie?" Constance snatched her hand back. "No, sir! I will be up front if you need me." Tyrone laughed and opened his laptop to get some work done. Solomon grinned and pressed the stewardess light. "Yes, Mr. King," said Constance, coming back, looking unhappy. "Connie, I'm interested in joining the mile high club." "Sir, I'm not paid enough to put up with harassment." "What would be enough?" "Excuse me?" "Would $5000 be enough to help me become a club member?" "You're offering me money to sleep with you? I'm not a whore." Her eyes lit up at the thought of that much extra cash. The black man was good looking and if he'd been white and she were single, she'd have considered it. "Call it a tip." "No thanks." "Shame, this is a long flight." Tyrone laughed again. It was only a two and a half hour flight, but then his dick suddenly swelled up. Solomon was right, it was a long flight. Solomon buzzed her again. "Sir?" she asked, looking annoyed. "How about $10,000." Constance froze. "You’re kidding?" "I never kid." Solomon reached in his jacket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it and began removing hundred dollar bills. Constance stared at the money. She really wanted a boob job, but she and her husband were trying to start a family. He wouldn't let her waste money that could be going towards their child's college. She'd be quitting as soon as she got pregnant. $10,000! Even after getting her breasts enlarged, she'd have enough for a down payment on a new car. All she'd have to do is commit adultery with a black man, but a very handsome black man, though at the moment his goatee made him look devilish. "What about him?" She asked, nodding towards Tyrone. "Ignore him." "You gotta wear a condom." Solomon took one out of his wallet and ripped it open. He took the black rubber out and let it unravel. "What's that thing?" she asked. "I said a condom, not a balloon." "It’s a condom big enough for a black man." Solomon dangled the condom. The shaft part was a foot long and the semen receptacle on the end was as big as an ordinary condom. The former Mayor's wife of Stony Harbor had once owned a prophylactic company and she'd used her influence to get "enhanced" sized ones made. Solomon made sure that some were designed to fail. "I'm serious. Put that gag condom away and take out a real one or the deal's off. Solomon stood and undid his belt. He unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants. Constance gasped as he brought out his rapidly rising penis. "I told you I never kid. That's a real condom made for real men, black men. Now you can start by sucking on it some before I put it's raincoat on." "I don't do that." "You'll learn for ten thousand dollars. Now kneel." Constance fell to her knees. His tone and manner were forceful and commanding. She'd kneeled automatically without even thinking about it. The black man moved in front of her so that his dick was near her nose. "It's so big, Mr. King." "Most black cocks are." He grabbed the base and waved it under her nose. "Once you've had one of these, little old hubby isn't going to satisfy you anymore." Constance's eyes were following the swaying cock and her nose was arching to smell it's manly scent. There was little doubt in her mind that what he was saying was true. Yet, she didn't want to ruin her marriage. Maybe, he'd be satisfied if she just sucked him off? He'd need a long time to recover and she'd have stayed faithful to her husband. She was suddenly a little resentful of her husband for denying her this opportunity and for not having a cock this magnificent. She should hurry up and take this incredible cock in her mouth. Constance's mouth was open and she was trying to catch the swaying cock head in her lips. Finally, the huge head caught on her lips and she kissed it. "How do I do this mast...Mister King?" Solomon caught the slip. It was usually the sign of a natural submissive. That and the fact she seemed quick to obey. "Grab the base to steady it. First, use your tongue to lick it and don't neglect my balls. After that just suck on it." "Sounds simple," whispered Connie, breathing in his scent through her nose. She steadied his cock, then twirled her tongue around the bulbous cock head. She jerked her tongue in quickly when it touched some of his precum, but it wasn't as nasty as she thought and the rate at which the fluid seemed to flow out was simply too much to avoid. Her tongue came out again lapping up his precum then working it's way around the crown. The monster in her hand had stopped growing at what was probably one American foot in length. Never had she seen a dick so big or so hard, but then the black man was probably excited to have his first white woman sucking on his dick. Shamefully, given the way her body was reacting, she was excited to be sucking on a black dick too. Connie licked around the head, her tongue now willing returning to the slit for more precum. Once she'd made his cock head all shiny, her tongue moved up and down the shaft. "Good god," she uttered, when she held the shaft up. Her hand came out to pull his pants down to reveal a pair of testicles sized to go with the enormous black cock. They were as big as baseballs and she couldn't conceive of the amount of sperm they must produce. She licked both balls just like she'd been ordered. The smell seemed more pungent down by his ball sack and when she licked back up his cock, she started attacking it with more gusto. "You like that black cock, don't you?" Connie had stretched her jaw wide open and taken the head in her mouth. She looked up at King and nodded. Her cheeks bulged out and her eyes were wide as she realized, she was enjoying this. She held her breath as she took more in her mouth. Connie gagged as the head pushed against her throat. Without removing it from her mouth, her eyes looked up at King, questioningly. "Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You're a natural, born to suck black cock. Hurry, I grow impatient." Connie didn't want to take her eyes off King. He'd removed his suit and had the most impressive muscular chest she'd ever seen on a man. It did feel natural to be kneeling before such a man, ten inches of black cock sticking out of her mouth as she stared up his perfect torso. She breathed deeply through her nose and pushed forwards so that several inches of his cock pushed deep into her throat. She was born to suck black cock. It was difficult, but Connie managed to get several inches down her throat. Whenever she felt herself starting to gag, she pulled back and licked on the head while she caught her breath. Her hand started stroking the base of the shaft while she licked or sucked the rest. Oddly, it seemed as if his cock was growing even fatter as she sucked it. She'd managed six inches down her throat when the cock jerked nearly choking her. It continued to leap and Connie's belly suddenly felt full. Yech! He's cumming, she thought. Connie pulled back rapidly, hot sperm gushing down her throat, then it was filling her mouth. She gulped it down as his cock plopped out of her mouth and more of his hot seed splattered against her face. "Constance, please report to the cabin," said the Captain, over the intercom. "Good Lord, my husband wants me!" Solomon chuckled. "Hurry back. I still want to join the club." Connie grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe Solomon's sperm off her face. She didn't have a mirror and was nervous, she'd missed some. She quickly tried to make herself presentable and headed to the cabin. Her husband and the copilot looked at her as she entered. "There you are. Where have you been? Where's our coffee?" "Sorry," said Connie. "Mr. King can be a very demanding man. I'll bring your coffees right up." "Hold it," said her husband. "Come here." Connie leaned down and her husband stuck his finger out. He scooped up a big wad of sperm off her chin onto his finger. "What's this?" Connie froze, but quickly recovered. "Oops caught me. I was sneaking a crispy creme." Her husband was bringing his finger towards his lips, but Connie grabbed his hands and sucked his finger into her mouth sucking King's sperm off. "You ok, honey?" Your cheeks look a little puffy." "Just tired, dear." She licked his finger clean. "I'll be right back with your coffees." "You’re a lucky man," said the copilot, watching the beautiful woman leave. ********** Connie brought the pilots their drinks and returned to the passenger cabin. "Oh my!" King was sitting naked in his executive seat with his legs spread and his cock fully hard again. "Black men can fuck all night, baby," said King. "Now come feel what it's like to get fucked for the first time." "You have to put that condom on, sir." "And if I don't?" "The deals off whatever you pay me. This is the worst possible time for me. I came along with my husband on this charter because we're trying to have a baby." Connie's eyes widened as it looked like Mr. King's cock swelled even larger at her comments. "Well, we can't have that can we?" Solomon retrieved the large unrolled condom and pulled it down over his cock. Just the oversized semen receptacle looked as big as her husband's penis. "Now come here, it's a short flight." "We still got an hour," she replied checking her watch, but she obeyed walking over to the handsome black man. The ugly black man was watching her too, having put down his laptop. She turned her back on the ugly one and faced King as she removed her clothes. "Normally, I'd say take your time, but an hour is barely enough time to give you a proper fucking. Hurry up and strip." Connie quickly undid her blouse, blushing when she remembered she was wearing a sexy black bra from Hidden Closet to get her husband all randy when they made love later that night. Her panties matched her top. Standing clad in only her underwear she could easily have passed for a Hidden Closet runway model. She had the thin build of a high class model, not the kind of fake breasted bikini model you see posing on a Harley. "Very nice," said King, as she removed her bra. Her breasts were only a b-cup, but they were conical, and pointy. Connie noticed her nipples were unusually hard, but then her panties were unusually damp as she stepped out of them. Her pubes were a shaved strip of curly brown hair, cut thin to fit in her bikini and panties. Connie walked over to King and straddled his lap. His cock head pressed against her crotch even while she stood. She had no idea how much of that monster she could take. Her husband was only half as big and sometimes he seemed to penetrate to deep. His fingers were around the base. Connie stood on her tiptoes as Mr. King pushed back on his cock until it was braced against the opening of her pussy. Her labia was soaked and her juices were leaking out to coat the big cock head. Lubrication would not be a problem even with his precum trapped in the condom. Connie lowered herself. The fat, knobby head pushed against her labia, forcing it inward. The cock head wedged against her pussy, pushing hard against it, hurting just a little. Just when she thought to give up, there was a plop and the head slid inside. "Aaahh," she moaned at the unexpected pleasure she suddenly felt. Once inside, the head easily forced it's way deeper. Connie was standing flat footed now, then she started squatting. "Oooo gawd, that's good." "Entering virgin territory, I take it," said Solomon King. "Oh yes," she nodded. "Yes, yes, YES!" Connie's orgasm came quickly and caught her off guard. Weakened, she slid down several more inches of his black shaft. "Too deep," she muttered, catching herself and figuring she had taken two thirds. Solomon smirked and bucked his hips. Connie jumped up, losing her footing then slammed down on his cock until the last three inches were buried in her pussy. Connie sat still, eyes half closed. She'd never felt this stuffed before. Her pussy was adjusting to his size quicker then she would have imagined. Solomon jerked his cock and a wave of pleasure exploded through her body. "Too good," she moaned, when he jerked it again. She started grinding her crotch into his. "You like being full of black cock, don't you?" "I love it." "Time to work that pussy. Fuck that big black cock." Connie lifted herself a few inches up his shaft, then dropped back down. Nothing should feel this good, she thought. She climbed higher, then dropped. "Oh god." She bounced again. "Oh god." And again. "Oh god, cumming!" Connie froze shivering as she let the orgasm run it's course. Her pussy was spasming around his big cock, hugging every inch of it. "Am I your first white woman?" asked Connie. Solomon answered by kissing her, but behind her, the ugly black man choked on his drink, then chuckled. Solomon pushed her back and sucked on her up thrust nipples. "Get moving. Fuck that big black cock." Connie started bouncing again. "Fuck my white pussy. Give me that big cock. Oh geez, can't believe it, going to cum again. Aaah, yes." "Get up," said the big black man, once she'd recovered. "I don't ever want to get up," she said playfully, kissing his neck. "Stand the fuck up, then turn around." Connie obeyed, missing every inch that slid out of her pussy. She stood on tiptoes and the cock plopped out of her pussy, slapping hard against King's stomach. The black condom was shiny with her juices. The large receptacle looked half full already from just his precum. She felt empty inside, as if having her pussy full of black meat, completed her. She backed off his lap, then turned around. "Back up." Connie looked over her shoulder. King was holding his cock out for her. She backed up over his lap and lowered herself over his cock, closing her eyes. The head pushed back into her pussy and soon she felt fulfilled again. This was an impersonal way to fuck, but at least she had his cock in her again. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see another magnificent cock in front of her face. Connie leaned down and took it in her mouth. She'd forgotten about the ugly black man, she was so into Mr. King. Mr. Jones was every bit the black Adonis, King was. Every muscle defined, tall and manly. His cock looked slightly smaller, but tasted just as good. Tyrone fucked her mouth while Solomon fucked her pussy. Her ass was rising up and down over Solomon's stomach. She felt him squeeze her ass cheek, then something probed against her anus. King pushed his thumb hard against her puckered little anus. It seemed to resist the penetration as much as her pussy had his cock, but eventually it gave in to the pressure and pushed inside her. Connie squealed as she came hard. The orgasm was her biggest one yet. Connie felt like a rag doll in their hands. Solomon's free hand was lifting her ass up and down his cock. Mr. Jones had his beefy black hand wrapped around her head and was pulling her head into his thrusting cock. Connie felt like she was constantly cumming now. King was grunting and suddenly his cock seemed to grow several inches longer. It was jerking in her pussy and she realized the added length was the condom filling with his sperm, but it had nowhere to go. It filled with so much sperm it hurt her a little and then it disappeared, the pressure gone. Her pussy suddenly felt soaked with sperm, fresh jets of his hot seed hosed her womb and it was her most fertile time of the month. Connie was horrified when she realized the condom had failed. She wanted to scream for him to pull out, but the big cock in her mouth started cumming. Sperm filled her mouth and slid down her throat, dribbling down her chin. Oh, how she loved the taste. Connie milked Tyrone's cock for ever drop of sperm she could. Solomon's cock continued to spasm in her seeded pussy. Connie no longer wanted him to pull it out and her throat whimpered a complaint when he did. "Hurry, I want to fuck that pussy," said Mr. Jones. The ugly black man laid her down on the carpet. His cock was still hard. "Flight attendant, prepare for landing," said the Captain, over the intercom. "We don't have much time," said Connie spreading her legs. She didn't bother making him put a condom on. Soon she was screaming in orgasm as Tyrone pounded her pussy like a jack hammer. He was still mercilessly pounding her pussy when the plane touched down. His large load of semen piled on top of Solomon's Tyrone pulled out and Connie looked up to see Mr. King putting her ten thousand dollars back in his wallet. "Hey, that's mine," she cried. "Show her, Tyrone," said King. Tyrone pulled his pants on, then retrieved his laptop. Connie saw herself on the screen. He had a webcam hooked up to it. "Made me a nice little movie, I'm sure you don't want your hubby or boss to find out you fucked a couple black men, now do you?" "You're a good whore, but not worth ten grand." King took a thousand dollars out of his wallet. "Here, consider this a tip." Connie figured her husband would find out she'd fucked a black guy in nine months anyway. She took her tip, not that upset abut the money. "Thanks, I should be the one paying you two." ********** The Captain came out of the cockpit just as Connie opened the door when the stairs were rolled up. She'd barely gotten dressed in time and what felt like a gallon of semen was soaking her crotch. "Thanks for flying with us Mr. King," said the Captain, shaking the black man's oversized hand. "I trust we saw to all your needs?" "Absolutely," said Solomon smiling. "I almost wish the flight had been longer." "Welcome to Miami," said Connie, holding the plane door open as Solomon King and Tyrone Jones passed her heading down the steps. Part 2 Solomon lit his Cuban cigar and looked East towards the ocean. Miami was a beautiful city. He was staying at the Holden Hotel in the South Beach, art deco district. The sliding glass door to the balcony next to his opened up and an attractive woman stepped out. "Good morning," she said, seemingly startled to see someone, especially a giant black man. Solomon wasn't wearing a shirt and the woman seemed truly impressed by his muscular torso. "Good morning," he replied. The woman was quite attractive. She appeared to be closing on forty years old with a thin waist, but a plump ass and large breasts suggesting she'd given birth at least once. She had long brown hair with a touch of gray here and there and dark eyes. Crows feet were appearing around the sides of her eyes, but overall the woman was very hot for her age. Her hair was unkempt and she was wearing pajamas. The woman was very taken with Solomon's muscular chest. She kept staring at it, obviously impressed. "Let me guess, football player?" "No," laughed Solomon. "Boxer?" "Wrong again. I'm a businessman. I'm CEO of King Enterprises." "Sorry. You're just so big, I thought you must be a professional weightlifter or something." "Solomon King." Solomon held out his hand and walked over to the wall separating their balconies. "I take it I'm bigger then your husband." "Leslie Mitchell." Leslie walked over to take Solomon's hand. "SHIT! I mean shoot." Not only was Solomon not wearing a shirt, but he wasn't wearing a bottom either. Standing beside the wall shaking the black man's hand, Leslie could see his gigantic penis. It swung freely between Solomon's legs, nearly ten inches from his pubic hair. "Yes," said Leslie. "Yes what, Leslie?" "You are a lot bigger then my husband." Solomon still shook her hand, holding it tightly so that she couldn't pull it back. He pulled her hand down towards his crotch and transferred it over to his cock which was slowly rising to half mast. "So what brings you to Miami, Leslie?" "My twentieth wedding anniversary," she replied stroking Solomon's shaft. "My god, it must be a foot long." Solomon's cock was now completely erect. "I take it you've never seen a black cock before." "No, never. I've only seen my husband's, but you're twice his size." Leslie continued to stroke his shaft fascinated with it, but a man's voice called for her from inside her room. Solomon reached out and placed his hands on the side of her head. He held her head tightly and forced her to look in his eyes. "I'm here one more night, Leslie. If you want to find out what that thing in your hand is capable of doing, I'll leave my door unlocked. Come on over any time." Solomon released her. Leslie's eyes were watering from being so close to his cigar. Despite the fact that today was her anniversary, she found herself nodding at the black man. She reluctantly released the huge black cock in her hand and returned to her motel room. Solomon smirked as she left. He put his cigar out and entered his room. "Feeling better?" The woman on his bed moaned. "I can't believe I let you fuck my ass. It's so sore." Solomon couldn't remember her name. Indeed, he hadn't even bothered to learn it. "Jesus! You're ready to go again. Don't you ever get tired?" "I could keep fucking you all day, but I have some meetings I need to attend. A quick blow job will suffice." "Nothing is quick when it concerns that big black cock of yours. I gotta get to my meeting too. My friend must be wondering what happened to me." "I'm sure Tyrone's keeping her entertained." Solomon and Tyrone had picked up the two women at the hotel bar. They were both in their mid-twenties and attending a conference at the motel. "No, my friend is married. She'd never cheat on her husband." "Would you stay faithful to a white man if you had this black dick in front of you?" "After last night, if I ever get married, my husband's going to have a big black cock just like this one." The woman placed her lips on Solomon's golf-ball sized cock head. "Try to take it all this time." Solomon wrapped one beefy hand around the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. The young woman closed her eyes and relaxed her throat muscles like she had learned last night. She felt she might gag or choke at any moment, yet she wondered how she could love sucking on black cock so much? She had always hated oral sex until last night. Now she'd suck on a cock like Solomon's every day if she could. And until last night no penis had ever come anywhere near her ass. Something tickled her nose and the woman opened her eyes to see herself staring at a wall of curly black pubic hair. She raised her eyes to see if Solomon was pleased with her. He smiled and gave her a nod of approval. She started deepthroating him as fast as she could, resting from time to time to catch her breath, but continuing to stroke his big black cock with both hands while she did so. She was glad she was in shape because it still took twenty minutes to make him cum. The woman had awoken hungry and desiring breakfast. One second her stomach felt empty, but with several jerks of Solomon's cock, her stomach filled right up. She could feel his cock jerking in her throat, pumping it's seed straight into her belly. She felt deprived of it's taste and pulled her head back just in time to catch one mouthful of semen. She swallowed. His cock continued to pump sperm and she caught every little bit on her tongue. She found herself proud not to have spilled one drop of his cum. She was no longer hungry. "Enough," said Solomon, pulling his cock out of her hand and mouth when the last drop of semen had been stroked out of his shaft. "Do you always cum this much?" "Every time." Solomon's balls were already filling with his next load. "Now lets get dressed. Fuck it, I'm in Miami." Solomon put down his expensive Italian suit and switched to casual attire. He dressed in shorts and a tank top that left his huge arms bare. He dialed Tyrone's room and told his associate to switch to casual wear. He hung up the phone, then took his sunglasses and the two left the room. The woman was about to say goodbye to her first black lover when the door across the hall opened and Tyrone walked out with his woman. "My god, Mary..." Her married friend had slept with the ugly black man. The woman with Tyrone spoke up. "If your night was anything like mine, you'll understand." "I understand. Shit Mary, we're really late for our conference. Thanks for everything Solomon." "You too, Tyrone." The two black men walked past them completely ignoring them. It was as if the two young women had ceased to exist for them. **************** The doorman at the hotel hailed a taxi for the two black men. Tyrone told the driver the address and Solomon added, "Take us down Ocean Drive, first." South Beach was a beautiful area of Miami. Ocean Drive was bordered on the East, by the beach and on the West by cafes and bars. The beach was crowded, filled with beautiful people for South Beach was home to almost as many modeling agencies as New York. A section of the beach was even topless which was rare inside the United States. The two men ogled the women. Two girls in bikinis with huge fake breasts rollerbladed by. A blonde in a Ferrari passed them in the other direction. On the beach, a woman in a fishnet bikini was being professionally photographed. South Beach was a paradise on Earth provided you had the money to afford it or a big enhanced dick. The taxi turned off Ocean Drive heading back into the art deco district. It came to a stop beside a building bearing the sign, "E&I Modeling Agency." Peter Wadsworth met them at the door. He was a classy looking enhanced black with long hair falling halfway down his back. Like Solomon and a lot of enhanced, he sported a goatee. "Welcome to Miami, Mr. King, Mr. Jones. I trust you had a pleasant flight." "Both Solomon and I had a great flight," answered Tyrone, winking at Peter. "Well follow me gentlemen and I'll give you the tour." The Miami division of the E&I Modeling Agency was located in a four story office building. Peter began his tour at the door. "This level we keep legitimate looking. I believe that was your decision Tyrone and it was a good one. We don't want our young applicants getting scared off by dozens of men like us do we?" The first floor did look respectable. It was inhabited mostly by well-dressed women in business professional attire. The occasional white man could be seen. Most of whom were impotent and had accepted their wives were now sluts for black men. Peter continued his tour as they entered an elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. "The basement level is set up for porn sets. We keep a guard down there so that any of our newer models don't go exploring. The second and third floors are where we do the photo shoots. We keep the rooms enclosed because a lot of those shoots turn into good porn. Of course, a lot of out shoots take place outside the building. Our girls pose with motorcycles, boats, etc. You should see the yachts down at the basin, Mr. King." "Drove past them on our way in from the airport," replied Solomon. "Doing any classier modeling, yet?" "No, and honestly we haven't felt the need to expand too much. We're quite busy as is. Everything in Florida is about sex." This modeling agency specialized in sleazier shoots. The photography where the women all were large breasted, scantily attired and posing on motorcycles, etc. They exited on the top floor. An enhanced security guard sat in a chair leaning back beside the door to Peter's office and the monitor's office disguised as a security office. The three men entered the offices. "I trust everything was satisfactory, Mr. King," said Peter taking his chair behind his desk. "Satisfactory as always, Peter. What are you staring at Tyrone?" Tyrone was leaning over the monitor's shoulder in the next room. The monitor had ten screens flickering from room to room in the building. He was connected to the King Enterprises building back in New York. Video was streamlined straight to Manhattan then added to E&I’s multitude of voyeurism and interracial websites and magazines. Tyrone had stopped one of the cameras on one room. "Will you look at that wild fucking chick," stated Tyrone. Peter and Solomon walked over to look at the monitor. "She's Aspen. A wannabe porn starlet. Actually, she's waiting to interview me." "I love the wild bitches." "Would you care to take over the interview?" "Fuck yeah, bro. Can you spare me for an hour or two, boss?" "Enjoy," stated Solomon. "Read her application, Tyrone. She's a virgin." "Thanks Pete." Tyrone was limping a little as his cock had swelled. She wasn't an actual virgin, of course. The term simply meant that she hadn't had black cock. We're converting about twenty virgins a week," said Peter to Solomon after Tyrone had left. "That's from a business perspective. Most of them we don't even hire. After work, we go nightclubbing and turn more women into sluts for black cock. The word is starting to get around. More and more women are hitting on our blacks. They almost don't have to work for it any more. I miss the seduction." "I prefer the term, conquest. Now lets go watch a master at work. Have your monitor capture Tyrone's conquest." The monitor gave the thumbs up and turned up his sound and audio controls. Several of his screens now showed Aspen from different angles. *************** "Aspen Meadows, I'm Tyrone Jones." Aspen couldn't stop her face from registering a couple emotions. First, was surprise at the size of this giant black man. The second emotion was disgust. Tyrone was not a handsome man. He was very black and very ugly with exaggerated African features. Her first thought was what was this guy doing in a modeling agency? "Nice to meet you." Her hand disappeared in his beefy hand. Strange, but her pussy gave a little spasm at his touch. "So you want to be a porn star?" Tyrone took a seat at the desk in the room and picked up Aspen's application. "Yes, I just don't know what else to do. I've been blacklisted at my former job." "You a hooker?" "No. It was just that once." Aspen had been truthful on her application. She was a twenty-five year old mother and a stripper the last four years, working up in Lauderdale. She'd been caught fucking a patron during a private lap dance. He'd offered her one thousand dollars, but laughed afterwards and didn't hand over any money. Aspen had slapped him. The man turned out to be an undercover cop claiming to be on the lookout for prostitutes. Amber had gotten fired and her name was passed around to the other strip joints in the area. "Well, Miss Meadows. We also own a local strip bar called the Zebra club and if making porno's doesn't work out, I can guarantee you a job there." "Thank you," Aspen breathed a sigh of relief. She was starting to get desperate for money. The rent was coming due and she hadn't paid the babysitter in a month. "If the girls make good money, maybe I can just go back to what I know how to do?" "Our girls do very well. However, we pay our porn actresses based on downloads. Some of our girls have made ten thousand dollars on their first day." "Wow!" "Go ahead and take off your clothes. Let's see what you got." Tyrone reviewed her movie form while she undressed. "Lets see. You'll do oral, lesbian, threesomes, double penetration, but no anal and no interracial. Have you ever tried anal sex?" "No sir," said Aspen taking her bra off. "And obviously you've never had sex with a black man." "Well no, but why do you say it like that?" "Most actresses who have, check only interracial after having a black man. I say Miss Meadows, now it's my turn to say, wow." "Thanks." Aspen stood nude before the black man. She danced nude for a living and had no qualms about her body at all. Aspen had left her three inch heels on which made her about 5'10". She kept her dark black hair short. It reached down to her nape and long curls struck out in all directions. Her eyes were bright blue and she used dark mascarra and lipstick. She'd had a boob job to make her bust go from a 32B to a 32D. Aspen had done everything possible to her body to make her bring in more money stripping. Her first gimmick was tattoos. Amber's tattoo's were monarch butterflies. One flew up from her shaved crotch. One appeared to be sitting on her right nipple while another circled her left nipple. Tattooed petals circled her belly button and another butterfly was resting on the resulting flower. Over a dozen butterflies flew upwards climbing her spine. Aspen's second gimmick was ring piercing. She had six rings in each ear. Her face had one ring in her left eyebrow and one on the right side of her nose. Both nipples and her navel were pierced by half inch rings. "Spread you pussy for me," ordered Tyrone. Aspen sat down and spread her legs to reveal that one side of her labia also had six rings. "Interesting look." "Made me a lot of money," replied Aspen. "I'm sure it did. Normally, we prefer innocent beauties in our movies, but something tells me you're gonna do just fine. Well, our next step is to see how you look on camera. I'm going to go arrange a cameraman and an actor to take some shots with you. I'll be back in a few minutes. Here, let me get you a glass of water." Tyrone walked over to the Xcite laced water cooler and poured the woman a cup full. Aspen slowly drank her water and just a she tossed the cup into the waste basket, Tyrone returned. "Everything’s ready, Miss Meadows. Follow me." Aspen followed Tyrone to a movie set. The room was a typical bedroom scene. The cameraman sighed woefully when he saw Aspen's nude body stroll into the room. Tyrone began unbuttoning his shirt. "I must apologize, but none of our models were available so you'll have to do some shots with me." "Oh. Um. Is this really necessary?" "Yeah we need some film of you with a male actor. We'll just pose like we're doing it. Don't worry, we won't actually fuck. You will have to hold my cock though." "Um, no offense, but could I pose with him?" Aspen pointed over to the cameraman who shook his head no. "What's your name?" Tyrone asked the cameraman. "J-jay, sir." "Well Jay, we're switching places. You pose with the lady and I'll roll the film. "I don't pose nude, sir." "Well you're about to learn." Tyrone walked up to Jay and towered over the white man. Jay was a big guy, but Tyrone completely cowered him. "Get over there and take your clothes off." Aspen was relieved when Tyrone switched places with Jay. Jay was a good looking guy. He was blonde and muscular, but nowhere near as muscular as Tyrone. The black man had stopped taking his clothes off, but was bare chested. Aspen hadn't seen so many muscles on a man before. Jay was fit and had nice muscles, his abs were defined and hardened as he removed his shirt. Aspen was getting turned on watching him. Her nipples were hardening and her pussy was starting to juice up. Good, she thought as she'd been worried she wouldn't be able to fake it. Still, there was something about Jay that bothered her. As big and handsome as he was, he seemed broken somehow, like his spirit had been crushed. "H-how's this?" asked Jay stripping down to his underwear. "All of it," ordered Tyrone zooming in on the white man's crotch. Jay had been a confident, muscular hunk until the day he and his wife had tried to get jobs modeling for E&I. On the day of the interview, Jay had caught his sexy, faithful wife sucking on Peter Wadsworth's cock and he hadn't had an erection since. That was five months ago. Since then, his wife had introduced his two sisters, his sister-in-law, and even his mother to muscular black men like Peter and Tyrone. Jay stepped out of his loose fitting boxers. "Oh honey, don't be nervous," Jay's genitalia had shrunk five months ago and rarely did it budge. He'd begun to accept he'd never see his proud six inch erection ever again. He'd tried Viagra and his dick had grown to around five inches, but it was still limp as a noodle, not hard enough to fuck. Of course, his wife wouldn't fuck him anymore anyway. Now his scrotum was tight and shrunken and his penis had withdrawn up into his crotch so that it barely looked two inches long. Tyrone zoomed in and out on Jay's little dick. "I'll need it hard to get the shots I need," yelled Tyrone. "Is there anything I can do?" asked Aspen. When Jay didn't respond she reached out and touched the little thing. Aspen felt like a pedophile it was so small. If his crotch hadn't been hairy, she'd have sworn it was a little boy's undeveloped penis. Aspen tugged on it. "It won't work," whispered Jay. "It's been like that a long time, ever since I first started working here." "I'm sorry. I'm sure Tyrone didn't know. It doesn't ever get bigger?" "No," lied Jay. Sometimes when he filmed his wife or another actress with a black man, his penis stirred back to life when he was filming up close. His dick got erect, but it was still limp and bendable. "Sorry Aspen," said Tyrone. "Looks like we're going back to plan A." "Dear god!" Aspen gasped. Tyrone had stripped his pants off already and his gigantic erection was bouncing before him as he strolled over towards the bed. Tyrone was the biggest man she'd ever seen. His penis was pushing eleven inches. "Back to the camera, wimp." "Y-yes, sir." Jay quickly struggled to put his pants back on and hide his crotch from sight again. "What are you staring at?" asked Tyrone of Aspen. "You act like you ain’t ever seen a man's penis before." "I've never seen one like yours, Mr. Jones." "I forgot you hadn't ever been with a black man before. You can call me Tyrone." "You mean to tell me all black men have cocks like yours, Tyrone?" "Most do. That is if they don't gots any white blood in them back from the slavery days. I'm about average lengthwise, but I'm thicker then most." "Are black women... you know... bigger down there?" "Nope. All women are equipped to handle big dick and once they do they're ruined for the little guys, like Jay over there. That's why you see a lot more white women with black men then black women with white men. Now why don't you kneel down and get a closer look at it." Aspen kneeled down in front of Tyrone which put his cock right in line with her mouth. "Even your nuts are big! It looks like two tennis balls are in there." "Goes with the territory. Now we gotta get some shots of you touching it. Jay, you know the routine. Tell Miss Meadows what you need from her." "Yes sir," said Jay. "Miss Meadows, reach out for it like you're almost scared to touch it. Keep the "it's the biggest cock I've ever seen" look on your face and just stare at it in awe." Aspen was a little scared of it. Her dad was a raving racist and hated blacks. Strangely, he had no problem with her stripping and had even taken his friends to watch her. She didn't think he'd have a problem with her doing a sex flick either. He seemed proud to have fathered a hot, sleazy daughter and liked showing her off. But he'd die if she'd ever fuck around with an inferior black man. Looking at Mr. Jones and especially at his cock, inferior just didn't apply. Granted he was ugly, but otherwise he was superior to any man she'd ever seen. Jay zoomed in on her hand as it came in to touch Tyrone's big knobby cock head. Her hand was trembling a little as she touched it, like she really was scared of it. "Aspen, wrap your fingers around it. Look up at Mr. Jones and tell him what you're thinking." "Your cock is so big, Tyrone. My fingers don't even touch it's so thick." "Not bad," said Jay. "Now go in closer. Face the camera with his cock superimposed over your face." Aspen turned and angled herself towards the camera. Mr. Jones’ cock stuck out straight under her nose. It even smelled manly. "Stand up a little and run it across your breasts," said Jay. Aspen felt oddly reluctant to move her face farther away from his shaft, but she obeyed and arched her back. She bent Tyrone's cock down so that it superimposed over her breasts. That's when she noticed her nipples were super hard. They stuck out like little pencil erasers and seemed overly sensitive. Each time Mr. Jones’ cock touched them, little spasms of pleasure rocked her body. Aspen also realized her thighs were soaked. A growing arousal back in the office had turned into a virtual Niagara falls between her legs. The only way more juice would be coming out of her pussy was if Mr. Jones’ superior black cock had just flooded her womb with gallons of hot fertile sperm. It was pumping in and out of her. Sperm shooting out of it each time he buried it up until his huge balls emptied and a black baby was in her belly. Aspen suddenly pulled away from it, alarmed at the images in her head. Tyrone stared down a her with a smirk on his thick lips. "Good Aspen," said Jay. "Try some acting now. Make like you're about to suck on it. Tell him what you're going to do to it." Aspen was wary of her growing fascination with that big piece of meat still in her hand. Come to think of it, she'd never let go of it since touching it. She pushed her fears to the back of her mind and positioned herself back in front. She held his cock by the base to steady it and brought her lips up to it. "I can't wait to suck on this cock." Aspen opened her mouth wide and pointed the head inches from her lips. She closed her mouth and said, "I want your big cock down my throat so bad." Aspen opened her mouth again. This time his cock head actually brushed her lips. She pulled back, a sticky strand of precum still connected her lip with his cock head. "I'm so lucky to have this big black cock all to myself. Oh Mister Jones, I want your big black cock so bad." Aspen was breathing heavy as she stared at it. This time she didn't open her lips, she puckered them and kissed his cock head right on the urethra. "I'm gonna suck your big black cock right now master Jones." Aspen started running her tongue all around the head before pushing her lips down over it. "That’s all I need Aspen," said Jay. "Shut the fuck up, wimp and let the bitch suck. Keep filming." Tyrone looked back down at Aspen and placed his hands on her head. He helped guide her mouth deeper and deeper down his shaft. Each time she brought her head up, he could feel warm air on his wet cock as she exhaled through her nostrils. Aspen gagged and quickly pulled back. Tyrone released her head just as his cock plopped out of her mouth. She gasped and coughed trying to catch her breath. Her eyes never left his cock, nor did her hand. Her hand was stroking the shaft up until Aspen leaned forward again and swallowed his cock. This time she managed over half before she started gagging. For close to half an hour Aspen rapidly bobbed her head over his shaft or jerked him off while catching her breath or teasing the big knobby cock head with her tongue. Tyrone started breathing heavy. He was holding her head again and his hands started squeezing tighter. Tyrone pumped his hips several times before suddenly pulling back. His cock head slid up her throat until it entered her mouth. It spasmed. Suddenly, Aspen's cheeks were bulging out as her mouth filled with hot sperm. His cock jerked again, the fresh mouthful displacing the first load of semen out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Aspen reflexively gulped not only swallowing sperm for the first time, but a black man's sperm. Tyrone's big cock was filling her mouth faster then she could swallow. Aspen instinctively pulled back, closing her eyes just as several long strands of cum splattered her face. "Well, how'd she look?" asked Tyrone of Jay. "Fantastic. She looks great on the viewfinder." "It felt great on my end. I think we got ourselves a natural born cocksucker. She handles black cock like a pro. Now we still need some simulated sex scenes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones," said Aspen wiping cum out of her eyes. "I got carried away. Can I go clean up while you find another actor?" "Nonsense, you look better like that. And I told you there weren't any actors available. Don't worry about my performance. Reach out and grab my cock head." "Ok." Aspen reached out and grabbed the tip of Tyrone's black shaft. It hadn't shrunken in length at all, but it had gone soft. It dangled straight down between his legs. "Give it a couple tugs." Aspen pulled it out and jerked on it. On the second tug, it stood straight out. "Jesus! It's as big as it was earlier." "Black cock will never let you down." "Aspen, lets start with you on your back on the bed." Jay rolled the camera around to the side of the bed. There was one location for the legitimate camera he was operating and there were three hidden cameras covering the bed from various angles. "Tyrone, you..." "I know what to do boy and that’s Mr. Jones to you. Just run the camera." Tyrone kneeled on the bed, pulling Aspen's legs open wider. Her pussy lips and nub were swollen. Not only her crotch, but her thighs were soaked from arousal. Jay zoomed in on their crotches. "Aspen reach down and guide his cock as close as you can get it to your pussy. And keep talking dirty." Aspen leaned up and reached out for Tyrone's cock. It was rock hard and angled upward. She had to bend it down towards her pussy. "Oh baby, I can't wait to feel your big black cock deep in my pussy." She aimed it towards her hole and held it poised an inch from the opening. Tyrone gave a couple of small thrusts through her fingers. His cock head nearly brushed her labia. Aspen had never been this horny. "God, I bet this monster would feel good," she whispered. "Speak up for the camera," said Jay. "Sorry," replied Aspen. She had been unaware she'd spoken her thoughts aloud. "I want every inch of your big black cock in my pussy." "Well if you insist, slut." Tyrone pushed his cock through her fingers, the head easily parting her labia. "Wait! Wait! I was acting." Aspen was relieved when Tyrone quit pushing. He hadn't pulled back though, half his cock head was stretching out her pussy lips and rubbing against her ring piercings. "This is good," said Jay. "You're a natural Aspen. You look really good on camera." "I like to think posing with a real man's cock helps," said Tyrone. "Uh, it does, sir. Miss Meadows has a body built for taking black cock like yours, sir. In fact, Aspen, why don't you let Mr. Jones push just a little more in?" "I... I don't know." "You don't have to Aspen," Tyrone reassured her. "Since you don't do interracial, we really don't have to see if your body can handle big cock." "Well, maybe just the head." Aspen was sitting up on her elbows and watched as Tyrone pushed the head in. He got a little carried away and pushed about an inch past the head. Aspen's eyes were wide open as it felt as if he was forcing a golf ball inside her pussy. Aspen was exceedingly embarrassed to see her hips raising up into his cock, essentially trying to fuck the two inches inside her. "Do you have enough footage?" Tyrone asked Jay. "She's as tight as a virgin. I don't think she could take any more." "I could take more," interrupted Aspen, before Jay could speak. "I want more." "If you think so," said Tyrone. He pulled out slightly and pushed in again going deeper this time. "This is easier then I thought." "Oh my god. Easier for you maybe. Your cock is so big. I've never felt anything like it." Aspen looked at their crotches and decided he'd pushed a little more then half his cock inside her. "I'm so full." "I think you like it." "I think I love it. I need to cum, Tyrone. It'll be easy. Just move it around a little. Fuck me with it." "You've come this far. Why not see what the rest of it feels like?" "I don't care anymore. Push it all in. Fuck me with that big cock of yours." "You got it, baby." Tyrone pushed, meeting resistance. His answer was the same as a baby trying to push a square block into a round hole. Just keep pounding at it. The rings on her labia flew out as Tyrone pulled his cock out. Then the rings were forced in as Tyrone rammed his cock in. Aspen's entire body quivered as Tyrone slowly pounded her with his cock. The head kept pushing deeper, setting new records with each thrust. Aspen was right about it being easy to make her orgasm. As soon as he started moving his cock, she came, and it was the biggest orgasm of her life. The orgasm racked her body, but never went away. It stayed with her until she came again after a couple more thrusts. Tyrone had now buried his cock, the big head felt like it was poised right on her womb. With his cock completely in her, Aspen was able to wrap her legs around Tyrone's muscular waist. As soon as she did, he started fucking her hard and she almost immediately started cumming again. She kept cumming as Tyrone began playing with her breasts, gently tugging on the rings in her nipples. Aspen was in love with his cock. She'd never been fucked like this. She was exhausted, in a continual state of bliss, and she didn't think she could take much more, but she was still horrified when Tyrone broke her leg lock and removed his cock. "No," she moaned feeling like less of a woman without him inside her. Tyrone just motioned for her to turn over which she did. Tyrone reinserted his cock as soon as she was on all fours. He began fucking her like an animal and Aspen began cumming almost immediately. She didn't think she could cum any more, but she actually started having bigger orgasms when Tyrone pushed his thumb into her ass and her biggest yet, when his cock erupted inside her pussy. Aspen's womb was flooded with his hot semen and she found herself both relieved she was on birth control, yet wishing she could carry the baby of a man like Tyrone. Tyrone's sperm ran out of room to go and began flowing out the sides of her pussy. The flow turning into tidal wave as he pulled his cock out. Tyrone still hadn't finished cumming because she felt more sperm splattering on her ass cheeks and back. Aspen had the distinct impression he was aiming his wads to fall on her butterfly tattoos. "That’s a wrap," said Jay. "Congratulations Aspen, you just made you first movie," said Tyrone. Naked, Aspen and Tyrone walked back to his office. She used the bathroom to clean up, then returned to the desk. "May I see the questionnaire?" she asked. Tyrone slid it over. Aspen crossed out her "no" on interracial and wrote in "only". "Good," said Tyrone. Aspen's eyes zoomed in on his cock which was starting to rise again. "That means the only thing you won't do is anal." Tyrone was looking at her expectantly. Aspen looked down at his erect cock. She reached over and changed her answer to "yes" on the anal question. Aspen walked up to his desk and leaned over it, reaching behind her to spread her cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass," she said. ******************** Months later, Billy Bob Fields entered his favorite porn store and stopped dead in his tracks. The store was selling a new video called "Introducing Aspen Meadows." The cover showed Billy's daughter in a bikini and a similar picture of her nude on the back. "Well my little slut went and made a porno and didn't call her daddy." Billy wasn't a pervert for his daughter. Her mother was a stripper and he loved showing off her hot body to his buddies. Unfortunately, Billy liked his wife's hot body a little too much. He kept planting babies in her belly and her figure was ruined after several births. Aspen filled the gap. When his daughter became a stripper, he started taking his buddies to see her. He enjoyed watching their expressions more then he liked looking at his daughter dancing. They could look, but they couldn't touch daddy's little angel. Billy looked distastefully at the interracial section and even more distastefully at the black man behind the counter. Not that he'd mess with the black man. The darkie was a muscular behemoth. "This here's my daughter," Billy said to the clerk. "You got her movie a little too close to the interracial section. I want you to move it somewhere respectable." The black man looked a him for a few seconds, then looked down at the label which read E&I video. The black man snorted. "Certainly suh, I'll moves it right away, suh." Billy paid for his movie and the black man added, "and maybe your daughter can come sign autographs here some day?" "Maybe she will." Billy turned away from the black man. Despite the darkie's subservient attitude, Billy had the impression he was being talked down to. He had a vision of the good old days when he and his buddies could of come here and roughed up the place because a darkie got uppity with him. Speaking of his buddies, tonight was poker night at his house. He'd leave the movie out on the table for them to notice. He wouldn't have time to review it first, but they could all watch it together. Billy couldn't wait to see the expressions on their faces. Part 3 Tyrone smacked the ass of the woman sitting on his lap. "Why don't you get up there and earn some money? Get enough to pay our bar tab." "Sure thing, boss." Aspen winked at Tyrone and climbed off his lap. Almost immediately she missed feeling his hard cock pressing into her ass. "You sure they won't mind?" Moses Douglas answered for Tyrone. "Honey, I already booked you openings whenever you feel like earning some mo money. Just get up there and dance." Moses ran the Miami Zebra Club, E&I Enterprises famous double strip club. Moses was the handsome, debonair type and could of been a movie star. His only weakness was a penchant for "bling". Gold rings and chains decorated his fingers, wrists, and neck. Moses waited for Aspen Meadows to climb up on the stage and start dancing. "Now we can talk business." "Give your report," said Solomon, leaning back in his chair and sipping his beer. "Revenues have been impressive." "Especially considering the plethora of nudie bars in the Miami area," said Moses. "My secret is catering largely to white businessmen. Of course, the lack of male strip clubs has filled a nitch and next door is almost bringing in as much as this building." "Why white businesmen?" Solomon looked around and most of the clientele were white businessmen or college students. The only enhanced blacks were the bartender and the bouncers. "They have money and of course, our numbers here in Miami are still few. All of our dancers are sluts for black cock or will soon be." Moses turned to Tyrone and said, "Your bitch is bringing in some cash." "Gonna be a star," said Tyrone. Normally he would have dropped her after plugging her three holes all afternoon, but he rather liked the freaky bitch and planned on fucking her all night. On stage, Aspen had stripped off her top and the crowd had gone wild seeing her pierced nipples capping D-cup breasts. "How does catering to whitey further the cause?" asked Solomon. "Aside from taking their money? We do quite well actually. We don't spike all the drinks because we want the men drunk and horny while they're here or buying lap dances. In a lot of cases, our bartenders lay the Xcite on them at last call. The men go home to their wives and girlfriends with limp little penises. They also see the dancers all have black boyfriends and the women tell them why if asked. Some clientele even pay to watch the strippers with their black boyfriends. We hit the women next door a lot harder. There's a little Xcite in everything they drink. Over there every third dancer is enhanced. We don't let the white male dancers drink any Xcite. I thought shrunken scrotums on all the whites would be suspicious. Most of the white male dancers are gays recruited from South Beach that way they don't stud themselves out to any of the women. When the white bitches see their first nude black man dancing they go crazy. You should see the expressions on the faces of the women who are there for the first time. Some of us like to head over there at last call to get some of the drunk, horny bitches. It's almost too easy. This last month alone I fucked two bachelorettes, a bridesmaid, a mother of the bride, a school teacher celebrating her fiftieth birthday, a Dolphins cheerleader, and six girls from the University of Miami, two of whom are now strippers. That's one on stage two." Moses pointed towards a red-headed dancer. "Nice," said Solomon. "Now that she's reeducated, I hope she drops out of college." "I think she has," said Moses, "and she's been recruiting some more talent on campus. She's good, but that there is a professional." Moses pointed at Aspen who was now naked and crawling around on all fours along the edge of the bar. Men were fighting to shove money in her garter. "So Mr. King, it's getting late. What say we head next door and check on the pickings? Tonight is University of Miami night. Half price cover and drinks for college girls." "No thanks, Moses. I think I'll be getting back to the motel." "What's wrong, boss?" asked Tyrone. "You ain’t got no pussy since this morning. What are you getting old or something?" Solomon laughed and Tyrone laughed with him. Solomon would turn 75 in two months, but he would have the body of a 35 year old man for eternity unless he met a violent death. "I met a woman staying in the room next to mine this morning and I want to see if she'll sneak out on her husband. At this point she better, my balls are fucking starting to hurt." Twelve hours without sex was a long time for an enhanced black man. "If she doesn't, give me a call and I'll send one of our girls over. Right now we got more women working here then blacks to keep them satisfied," said Moses. "Or I can share Aspen," said Tyrone. "She's gonna find out what two black cocks can do sooner or later." "Maybe, but I'm in the mood for a conquest. Gather up your woman, Ty. I'll call a taxi." "Nonsense, I'll get one of the bouncers to drive you in the courtesy van. Good to see you Mr. King, Mr. Jones." Moses stood and shook their hands. “Enjoy your inaugural trip.” ****************** Leslie Mitchell slipped out of bed trying not to wake her husband. She stepped out onto the balcony for the fifth time in the last hour. She leaned over the railing of her balcony and looked into the room next door. The light was on. He was home. That morning, Leslie, a happy and satisfied wife, had walked out on her balcony and been surprised to see a handsome muscular black man smoking a cigar on the balcony next door. The man wasn't wearing a shirt and he had the body of a Mr. Universe contestant. A minute later she discovered he wasn't wearing pants either and she was holding a foot long black cock in her hand. He had told her he'd leave his door open that night if she wanted to find out what a cock like his was capable of. It was Leslie's twentieth wedding anniversary. Her husband, Harry was in the room sleeping the sleep of a sexually contented man. Leslie had rode him hard, too hard it turned out because he had cum long before she had even gotten warmed up. He was in heaven over her unusual aggressive state. Leslie didn't know what had come over her until halfway in the session when she realized she was grinding her pussy into his dick trying to get it deeper. She wanted a bigger cock. Leslie could see clearly into Solomon's room. The black man came out of his bathroom. He was naked, of course. The cock she had held earlier was swinging freely between his legs, nearly reaching his knees. Leslie decided then and there, she was going to go for it. Solomon climbed into his bed and turned the lights out. Leslie returned to her room and checked on her husband. He was still peacefully sleeping, snoring softly. She felt a twinge of guilt. Married mothers on their anniversaries didn't commit adultery with well hung black men. It wasn't right, but since holding the black man's cock in her hand, black cock was all she could think about. Leslie put on loose fitting pajamas. She tied the string to hold the pants up and buttoned down the top far enough to cover her breasts, but leaving her belly exposed. Once again she crept out on the balcony. She slid the chair over to the railing to Solomon's balcony and used it to carefully step over the railing. Leslie grasped the handle of the sliding glass door and just like the black man had promised, it was unlocked. The room was very dimly lit. She could just make out the outline of the bed. Leslie slid the door open and crept towards the bed. "Solomon," she whispered as she reached out to touch the sleeping form. Then the world spun around. Leslie found her head down on the bed, her feet flipping over her. Her wrist was grabbed in an iron grip that she felt might snap her bones. The black man rolled on top of her and she felt his weight crushing her. He growled something that sounded like, "fucking gook." His other hand grabbed her throat and began to tighten. Her air was cut off. Just before the panic took over, the grip on her throat relaxed and disappeared. The hand reappeared on her pajamas, ripping them open so that buttons flew across the room. The huge hand engulfed her breast and the weight on her body relaxed as the man sat up on her stomach. Something smacked her nose, hard enough to make it sting a little. His hand released her breast and gripped her other wrist. The thing smacked her nose again and this time she could feel it hit her chin also as he pulled her wrists up over her head. "Leslie?" asked Solomon in his deep voice. "Un huh," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me." He released her wrists and her arms fell on the bed over her head. He leaned over and the light came on just as his huge cock came down to smack her nose again. Leslie was trembling as she arched her neck to lick a dark black cock head the size of a small apple. "I'll do whatever you want." She kissed his cock again. “Please don’t hurt me.” "Never sneak up on someone like that." Solomon grabbed the root of his cock and pushed it down towards her mouth. "I used to be a navy seal and I still spook easily." Leslie laughed nervously as she licked his cock head as much from fear as from lust. Solomon adjusted himself so that his cock head pointed towards her mouth. Leslie could see her breasts sticking out on either side if his shaft. Never could she remember her nipples being so hard and pointy. She was also damp between the thighs. The fear and excitement had turned her on and judging by the state of Solomon's cock, it had aroused him too. Leslie stretched her jaw open wide as Solomon fed the tip of his cock into her mouth. He pushed it until she choked. Solomon quit straddling her and stood up. He pulled her up then stepped in front of her. His cock was pointed right at her mouth. She kissed it again. "Can we turn the light out?" she asked licking around the crown. "No. I want you to see that it's a black cock you'll be fucking and sucking all night long." Leslie shivered at his words. They were crude, but sounded very erotic to her ears. She quickly swallowed several inches of his cock. Truthfully, she could have stared at Solomon's nude body all day, but she was a little self conscious of her own forty year old body. She looked great for her age, but she did not have the teenager’s body she'd had before marriage and motherhood. And Solomon was about to become the first man other then her husband to see her naked in twenty years. He reached down her back and pulled the pajama top over her head. He then stepped back. Leslie's mouth followed his cock head trying to capture it again, but he stopped. Solomon grabbed her bottoms and she lifted her hips so that he could pull them off. Leslie leaned forward to suck him again, but Solomon said, "No." He pulled her to her feet and switched places with her. He sat on the bed. Solomon grabbed her waist and pulled her down. "Know your place woman. A white woman belongs on her knees when she's sucking on a superior black cock." Leslie fell to her knees and Solomon parted his legs. If any other man had told her that, she would of punched him in the balls. Leslie was a bit of a feminist, but with Solomon, his words had a ring of truthfulness to them. She hesitated, staring at it. "Why aren't you sucking my cock, woman?" "I want to. More then anything, but I need this inside me. Please don't cum." Leslie took his cock in her mouth again. Solomon chuckled. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Then I'm going to cum in your pussy several times and in several positions. Then I'm going to fuck your sweet ass. Then we'll take a short nap and I'll stick it to you several more times. Now hurry up. I haven't cum since this morning and my balls are getting impatient." Leslie began sucking his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. It was easier then she thought, but she still found herself choking several times. She managed to swallow some eight inches and Solomon seemed content with that. He did grab the back of her head with one beefy hand. The hand helped guide her. His strong pulls indicated he wanted her to go fast so Leslie started rapidly bobbing her head. Solomon began tensing up and his cock actually seemed to grow bigger. The black man groaned just as his cock jerked in her throat. Leslie felt sperm rushing down her throat in amounts not humanly possible. His cock head was in her mouth when it jerked a second time. One second her mouth was empty except for his huge cock head, the next sperm was dribbling out around her lips. She gulped, finding that she liked the taste and wanted more. She got more. Solomon's cock shot wad after wad until she estimated it had cum enough to fill a 12oz coke can. It was a far cry from the tea spoon's worth of semen her husband ejaculated. Leslie got up to use the bathroom to clean herself up. The reflection in the bathroom mirror didn't look like herself at all. Her cheeks were puffy. Sperm covered her chin just out of reach of her tongue. Leslie felt a flash of self-loathing overtake her. She had been faithful to her husband for twenty years. Yet, she was so weak-willed that all it took for her to betray her marriage was for a black man to place her hand on a foot long cock. What would her children think if they knew what mommy had done? What would her children look like if Solomon was their father? Leslie found some mouthwash and finished cleaning herself up. When she left the bathroom, Solomon was laying on his back on the bed. He was holding the base of his cock in his left hand. His penis was close to it's full length, but it bent towards his feet about halfway up. He shook it about three times and on the third, the head was pointing straight up again, completely hard. "My god," she gasped. "I wasn't kidding about fucking you all night. Now come mount me." Leslie was awed by the black man's recovery time. He was only a few years younger then her forty year old husband, but Harry would have been fast asleep by now. Like a zombie, Leslie slowly walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. She straddled Solomon's legs, raising herself high so that his cock head lined up with her pussy. Leslie started wiggling her hips as she lowered herself down. Her pussy stretched wide around the giant cock head, gripping the sides as the big knob pushed inside her. Leslie let out a high pitched moan. She paused to enjoy the feeling. The feeling didn't last long. Solomon was impatient. His hands were on her knees and with a quick shove, Leslie found herself slamming down over the huge cock. The head plowed deeper then her husband could go and continued onward. Leslie suddenly froze as it reached a depth beyond which she couldn't take anymore. Only she was wrong. Her pussy suddenly slid down another inch and within another minute, she was loose and wet enough to slide down the last inch. Their crotches were merged. Leslie sat frozen for several minutes. Her pussy was sore and stretched, but she began to get used to the big tool. Solomon's hands engulfed her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. He jerked his cock in her pussy, spasms of pleasure engulfed her body with each twitch of his cock. A big orgasm quickly tore through her body as she sat frozen. Leslie slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Solomon's face in amazement. Solomon was looking behind her, but quickly turned his gaze back up at her face. "That was incredible. I can't believe I've taken the whole thing." "Believe it. Your pussy was built for big cock." Solomon tweaked her nipples. "Now start working that white pussy." "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again," she moaned, as she began riding Solomon's penis. "You like that cock better then your husband's?" Leslie paused not wanting to answer, but she gave in. "Yes, I like it better. It's just so big and thick. I love..." She came again, her words turning to screams. Solomon waited till she had calmed down from her orgasm. "How big is your husband's dick?" "Maybe half your size." "And that's all the cock you've had in twenty years? Poor little slut. Stuck at home with that wimp when you could have been fucking a real man like me." "I like fucking a real man. I love your big cock." "That's big black cock and after fucking a big black cock, your wimp husband ain't never going to satisfy you again." Solomon moved his hands down to her waist and pulled her onto his chest. With a powerful leap, Solomon flipped over and his giant hard torso came down on top of Leslie with his cock still buried in her. Once on top, Solomon started fucking her hard. His mighty cock pistoned in and out of her, causing the bed to jump. The box springs sounded as if they might collapse at any minute. Leslie's pussy squeezed the thrusting shaft in a useless effort to hold it inside her. She started cumming every fifth thrust, then four, then three, until she seemed to be having on long continuous orgasm. Solomon shoved his cock forward and held it as he filled her pussy with his seed. Leslie had trouble closing her legs as the big black man climbed off her. He went into the bathroom to relieve himself. She could hear a long, powerful stream of urine striking the water as she laid there. Solomon came back, his cock still huge and semi-erect. He was holding a small bottle of lubricant. "Get on all fours when you're ready to go again." "You’re kidding?" she asked, but she knew he wasn't. "Let me go clean up first." Leslie climbed off the bed, holding Solomon's sperm inside her pussy with her cupped hand. She wobbled towards the bathroom, to clean up. When Leslie felt presentable, she left the bathroom. Solomon was sitting on the bed waiting for her, but first she wanted to go peek over the balcony into her room to check on her husband. She stepped in something sticky on Solomon's balcony. It was a small strand of sperm. "Must have leaked out," lied Solomon behind her. Leslie's husband had climbed over the balcony. The man was humiliated, but the pheromones had caused him to jerk off. Solomon had caught a glimpse of him scrambling over the railing. "I thought I got it all," replied Leslie. Just as she spoke a large wad of semen dripped out from between her legs. "It'll be doing that until morning and that's if we quit now. Get your ass over to the bed so I can fuck it." "Ah... I thought you were kidding about my ass. That thing will rip me in two." "Just get on all fours and shut up." "You seemed nicer this morning," said Leslie, getting on all fours. Solomon lined his cock up with the crack of her ass and started pouring lubricant both on his cock and on her anus. "It's your purpose to do what I tell you and you need to get that through your head." Solomon pushed his cock against her tight rosebud. "Your ass ever been fucked?" "Ah... no. Please go easy on me." Leslie winced as she felt the pressure. "Shame, your hubby could have helped loosen you up for me, but then if he was doing his job, you wouldn't be here." Solomon pushed hard and watched as her anus stretched open and his cock slipped inside. "Oh Jesu... aaarrgghh," moaned Leslie. The pain was worse then she thought it would be. "Slow or hard?" "Slow," she moaned through gritted teeth. "God Solomon, it hurts. I won't be able to take more of that thing. Why don't you put it back in my pussy?" "You'll take it. Besides, you won't truly be a slut for black cock until you've had one in all your holes." "But I'm not a slu..." Leslie stopped in mid-sentence wondering if it were true. Would she be able to turn down another hung black man? Would she want to? Solomon pushed his cock in deeper and Leslie quit thinking about anything but the pain. Luckily, the worst had passed. Once inside, there was just a stuffed feeling. Solomon wasn't able to get much more then half his cock in her. When it wouldn't go any deeper, he held still letting her get used to it. Solomon moved his cock in and out a little and Leslie let out a soft moan. "That's it girl, get into it. You like that big black cock in your ass." "I do," said Leslie, feeling like a dirty slut. "I like it. Fuck my slut ass. Fuck it with that big black cock." Solomon began pounding her hard. Leslie's head collapsed on the bed until just her ass was sticking up. Solomon slammed his cock in and out until he felt the sperm in his balls welling again. With a loud grunt, he emptied his third load of the night into her bowels. Solomon rolled off Leslie and quickly fell asleep. He awoke a few hours later and was surprised to see Leslie was still in the same position. She was fast asleep with her ass still up in the air. Solomon pulled the sleepy woman onto her back and climbed on top of her. Leslie's legs immediately parted for his hard probing cock. Leslie didn't sneak back to her room until just before dawn. She found her husband spread eagled on the bed with the covers thrown off him. He obviously had a restless night. She snuck in beside him. It seemed like the alarm went off almost as soon as she closed her eyes. Her husband got up and took a shower. She used it after him. He barely spoke to her. Leslie began to suspect, he knew about last night. Her suspicions were confirmed when they went to the lobby to check out. Solomon King was checking out also. Beside him stood an ugly black man, though equally as large as Solomon. Leslie's husband froze when he saw the black man. Her husband put the suitcase down and his hands balled up into fists. "Honey don't," she said, as he started marching across the floor. He swung just as the black man was turning. Leslie watched as her husband suddenly stumbled a little. He appeared to lose his nerve in mid-swing. His fist still connected with Solomon's chin, but the black man's jaw barely registered it. Her husband's arm was still outstretched from the swing, when Solomon's big hand clamped down over his wrist. Luckily, the black man didn't overreact and snap her husband's arm. Instead Solomon looked amused. Her husband looked petrified. She'd never seen him look so scared of anything. Solomon clamped his free hand over her husband's face and shoved him backward. Harry fell on his back and slid about ten feet across the slick tiled floor of the lobby. Leslie ran to his side as he sat up. "No harm done, just forget it," said Solomon, to the front desk employee who had witnessed everything. "No need to call the police. I won't press charges." Leslie felt a shadow fall across her back. She looked up to see the ugly black man and was ashamed that the first thing she did was check out the large bulge in his pants. The man towered over her just as Harry was trying to get to his feet. The ugly black man punched Harry in the stomach causing him to double over and fall back to his knees. "Don't fuck with the boss, asshole." "D-don't hurt him, mister," Leslie begged. "I will... I'll suck your cock." "I'm sure you would slut," said the ugly one to her before turning to rejoin Solomon. The two black men left out the front entrance and got into a taxi. Leslie started to cry. She wondered what this would do to her marriage. She wished she'd never met Solomon King. She wished her husband hadn't caught her last night. She wished the ugly black man had let her suck on his big black cock. **************** "Thar she blows," said Tyrone, as the taxi pulled up into the port of Miami. Solomon stepped out of the cab and looked up at the Caribbean King. The first ship in King Cruise Lines, all 777 feet of her. "I'll expect you to check in around 11:00am every morning. Fax the Captain anything that needs my immediate attention. I'll see you when I fly back from Trinibogo." A little Asian man came out of the building for boarding the ship. "Sir, if you're waiting to board, I'm sorry, but passengers aren't set to board for another five hours." "I'm not a passenger. I'm the owner." "Oh! Sorry, Mr. King. Let me get your bags." The man went around the back of the taxi to grab Solomon's suitcase. Two large black men in officers uniforms on the ship saw Solomon King standing by the taxi and headed towards the gangway to greet him. "Enjoy your vacation, boss," said Tyrone slipping back into the cab. To Be Continued Part 4: Solomon’s cruise Part 5: Solomon Visits Trinibogo