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