Feel Like a Woman
A story by the Sinner (mc.sinner@gmail.com)
Set in Stormbringer's E&I Universe



This story is Copyright 2009 by the Sinner.  It may be reproduced
freely, but only unmodified and in its entirety, including the
disclaimers and author's byline and email address.

ADULTS ONLY: If you are not of legal age to read erotic material
in your locale, stop reading immediately.

Author's Note: This story is set in the "E&I" universe created by
Stormbringer, and fits within the larger themes and plot of that
group of stories.  However, it can be enjoyed on its own by
readers who are unfamiliar with Stormbringer's work.  For a brief
description of the premise behind the E&I stories, click here.

I don't normally write "celebrity" stories, but stories like this
are part of the E&I cycle's tongue-in-cheek charm.  When in Rome
and all that.

Much thanks to Kerri for a bit of inspiration.

Note from Stormbringer: I'm setting this story in my universe in
June 2009.


Shayna Train nursed her drink as she looked around the living
room of the mansion in the Los Angeles hills.  The private party
in the posh home of the president of Capstone Records had been
going on for several hours, and Shayna had been circulating
through the crowd for most of that time.  The pretty brunette
country singer didn't like this part of the business; she was in
it for the music, not for the glamour or the hobnobbing or the
celebrity.

But her agent had impressed upon her the importance of this
event.  "Shayna, this guy is the new head of the label," he'd
told her on the phone when he'd called her at her Swiss chalet
the previous week.  "You could do a lot worse than to get off on
a good foot with him.  Especially considering... you know, the
situation with your music."

The "situation" with Shayna's music was that for the last several
years there hadn't been any.  Shayna had been promising her
record label and her fans a new album for over two years now, but
she had found herself having trouble writing songs.  The music
used to flow almost effortlessly from her soul through her mind
and out through her voice and fingertips.  Recently though, she'd
been unable to find inspiration.  She'd never had trouble writing
passionate, heartfelt music as a poor teenager in rural Canada. 
But now that she was a successful multimillionaire country singer
known around the world, it was as though all the passion had left
her.

That wasn't the only passion that had left her life; a year ago
she'd divorce her husband, a record-producer she'd been married
to for fourteen years.  Shayna didn't know whether her dulled
feelings for Richard were contributing to her lack of musical
inspiration, or whether her inability to write songs had made her
realize how empty the relationship had always been.  Either way
though, she'd been single for nearly a year, and even in her
early forties that was a long time to go without sex.

And so, Shayna found herself at an invitation-only party at the
home of Eric Jackson, the newly-appointed CEO of Capstone
Records, with two goals: first, to schmooze with the record
company brass and soothe their annoyance at her lack of progress
on a new album, and second to scout the gathering for eligible
men who might give her something interesting to do with her
weekends--or even her weeknights, for that matter.

Neither effort was going incredibly well.  Unlike his
predecessor, Jackson didn't seem to like Shayna all that much. 
The previous CEO of the company had always been warm and friendly
towards Shayna, making it clear she had his full sympathy and
support as the record label's spokesmen had repeatedly expressed
their confidence that Shayna was working on a fantastic new album
that her fans would love.

But over the last several months, a new investment group fronted
by the iconic New York businessman Solomon King had made a major
investment in Capstone, and Jackson had been appointed the new
chairman.  The new executive hadn't been unfriendly to Shayna,
but he'd made it clear that the label was interested in results,
even from established artists like herself.

And looking around the room, Shayna thought it was pretty clear
that Jackson wasn't much of a fan of "established" artists in the
first place.  Many of the label's older singers and bands had
been marginalized in favor of "up and coming" artists with a more
"edgy, modern, urban" style, to borrow the words of the company's
PR flacks.  In practice this tended to mean a lot of younger
musicians, especially blacks.

Shayna had to admit that the company's new focus made for some
nice eye candy at these parties.  A number of rappers had been
invited, most of them in the recently popular mold of big,
muscular, "thug" or "gangsta" style black men.  The huge
hard-bodied musicians strutted around the party like the cocks of
the walk, openly leering at the many older female artists
present, even in many cases giving blatant hey-baby come-ons. 
Eric Jackson, himself a solidly-built black man, seemed to enjoy
swaggering around himself, albeit in an Armani suit rather than
hoodies and tattered jeans.

And that largely sunk Shayna's other hope for the party.  She
wasn't oblivious to the raw physical attractiveness of all these
black Adonises; she'd even felt a thrill run up her spine many
times in the evening when she'd caught one of the men checking
out her trim, fit body in the black leather pants and sheer
leopard-print blouse she was wearing.  But the "edgy" and "urban"
attitude that the record label was cultivating in these young men
was simply a turn-off.  Shayna wasn't racist, but she had no use
for a bunch of arrogant black wannabe-criminals who recorded
songs (if that was even the word; most of the so-called "music"
produced by these rappers was devoid of any kind of melody) that
glorified violence and the objectification of women.  Fortunately
she'd managed to stay away from the rappers at the party, thanks
to some deft maneuvering with her entourage.

It was getting late now; the party was winding down and many of
Shayna's hangers-on had gone home.  Her publicist and her
personal assistant had just excused themselves to refresh their
drinks and the pretty brunette found herself alone near the
doorway of the spacious living room, glancing at her watch and
thinking it was probably late enough that she could make a
graceful exit.  Pity there'd been no real men at the party, no
men with an education, or a full grasp of the English language,
or with the ability to understand a woman as something more than
a sexual plaything.

"Aw damn baby, I been tryin' to get close to you all night. 
Didn't think I was gonna get my chance!"  The deep voice came
from behind her.  Shayna spun around in surprise to find herself
looking at smooth ebony skin stretched tight over a set of
bulging pecs.  She looked up to find a black face leering at her,
big nostrils flared out, thick lips spread in a wide smile
revealing a set of gleaming teeth, most shining white but one
glittering bright gold in the soft light of the room.  "Shit,
girl," the black man continued in his inner-city drawl, "you look
damn fine on TV, but that ain't half what you got in the flesh!"

Shayna found herself stunned, struggling to find words.  Partly
she was shocked and outraged at the impudence of this young man,
talking to a wealthy, successful woman like herself as though she
was one of his... his "hoes" or whatever demeaning term this
brute used for women.  But party she was simply overwhelmed by
the power of his presence.  She'd noticed the cocky swagger of
the black rappers at the party, and she'd even seen how other
people nearby tended to defer to them.  But nothing had prepared
her for the raw aura of masculine dominance this man exuded as
she stood face-to-face with him.

The first flush of anger was quickly washed from her mind as she
breathed in, her eyes dropping from the black thug's face down to
his thick bull-neck and his huge shoulders.  Shayna found herself
feeling awkward, embarrassed.  She realized she couldn't for the
life of her remember this man's name, even though she was sure he
was one of the prized rappers in Capstone Records' new lineup. 
"Um... I'm... I'm r-really sorry, mister... um..." she stammered.

"Aw, don't you worry about that, girl," the black man chuckled,
looking down at her.  Even in her heels he was nearly a foot
taller than Shayna.  "I'm just happy you finally found a little
time to chat with ol' B-Love."  That was it, Shayna remembered. 
B-Love, frontman for the hip-hop band Black Phallus, the most
brazen of the new wave of black thug-rap groups that seemed to be
taking the nation by storm.  Shayna looked at the huge golden
pendant hanging by a chain around the black man's neck: A capital
letter B, a thick horizontal dash, and a big gold heart turned
sideways. B dash Love.  It would have been cute if not for the
raw masculine power of the black rapper's body in front of her
face.

Black Phallus' songs went a step beyond the objectification of
women that was the norm for rap music, and specifically dealt
with interracial sex between black men and white women.  Shayna
was certainly not a fan, but she knew enough to recall that in
Black Phallus' ethos there were only two kinds of white women:
those who were insatiable sluts for black cock and spent every
waking moment seeking it out, and those who were insatiable sluts
for black cock but simply hadn't realized it yet.

And yet Shayna couldn't muster any outrage as she stood like a
simpering schoolgirl in front of this huge black man.  If
anything, she could almost understand where his attitude came
from.  With a body like that, he would certainly have attracted
plenty of female attention, especially from some of those rich
white girls who Shayna was sure were too curious for their own
good.  And his arrogant attitude, while not something Shayna
would ever tolerate in a man, did admittedly have a certain raw
masculine attraction to it.

Hell, given the volume and quantity of female companionship that
B-Love probably had access to, Shayna realized she should
probably feel honored that he found her so attractive.  "Um...
th-thank you, B-Love," she said.  "I noticed you seemed to be
interested in me all evening," Shayna giggled, remembering to use
some of the feminine charm that had helped her get where she was
today.

The ebony giant let out another low chuckle, his gold tooth
glinting in the light as he raised one enormous black arm,
pushing Shayna's thick brown hair back off her shoulder with his
huge hand.  The pretty country singer trembled at the touch.  She
would never have allowed a white man she had just met to act so
presumptuously, but this huge black thug acted with a
self-assurance and confidence that made her feel weak in the
knees.  She closed her eyes for a second, hoping to feel even the
slightest brush of his fingers against the skin of her neck. 
"Well shit baby, can't blame a brotha' for checkin' out a fine
white honey like yourself," the black rapper chuckled.

Shayna opened her eyes as she felt his big black hand settling on
her shoulders, strong thick fingers gently stroking her soft skin
through the sheer fabric of her blouse.  Her spine tingled and
she felt a thrill between her legs at the idea that this
confident, powerful man found her attractive.  She knew she was
blushing like a teenager.  "Oh... well, th-that's nice of you,
Mr. B-Love.  Being interested in an old woman like me."  Without
thinking, she straightened her spine and thrust her chest
forward, pressing the orbs of her round breasts against the sheer
silk of her blouse.

Her flirting had the desired effect, drawing the black thug's
eyes down to her chest as his grin widened.  "Aw yeah," he said
in that commanding voice of his, "I hear you been real lonely
since your divorce, baby."  His strong fingers were caressing the
nape of her neck now.  Shayna felt herself mesmerized by his
presence in front of her.  "Yeah," the big black man continued,
"ain't right for a fine-lookin' piece of ass like you to be all
alone without a man to give you what you need."  Shayna's heart
pounded in her chest.  She ought to be furious at being talked to
like this.  At least a dozen men had come onto her using some
variation of this "sympathy" pickup and every single one had been
bluntly turned down, and in a few cases, smacked.  But this
man... this man was different.

She looked down, breaking eye contact as she tried to clear her
thoughts.  Her eyes came to rest on the huge gold pendant hanging
on B-Love's muscled chest.  B dash Love.  It had struck her as
odd before that the heart was turned sideways, and she noticed
now that the bottom of the heart that would normally have been
pointed was blunt, pointing its rounded end towards the right,
with the body of the heart flaring wider near the golden dash
connecting it to the letter B.  The dash itself was quite a bit
longer and thicker than was really appropriate for the design,
and the letter B had a pair of huge loops, which hugged the dash
almost like...  Shayna gasped and found her face burning red as
she realized what the pendant's design looked like.

Then B-Love's hand was cupping her jaw, lifting her face to look
into his again, grinning that arrogant grin with his golden tooth
twinkling.  "Aw yeah, I think you know exactly what you need,
don't you baby?" he chuckled as Shayna stared doe-like into his
eyes.  The hand that had been on her shoulder was stroking her
thick brown hair now, and damn it felt good.  "Yeah, let's go
continue this conversation somewhere private, baby," the black
man said, letting go of her chin as he slipped an arm around her
waist and turned her to walk out the door into the hallway.  "Mr.
Jackson gave me some keys," he said, reaching into his pocket
where Shayna heard a jingling sound.

Shayna struggled to collect herself as she meekly allowed this
huge black man to lead her away from the party.  She knew she
must be drunk, but she'd been careful all night and knew she
hadn't had more than two drinks for the entire three hours of the
party.  Surely by now her publicist and her assistant would have
come back and been looking for her.  Surely someone had seen her
leave the living room with B-Love and would be following them
down the hall to investigate.  Shayna couldn't tell whether she
wanted that or not.

"Aw yeah, let's relax in the hot tub, baby.  Ain't nothin' more
fun than helpin' a white girl warm up a lil'," the huge black
rapper chuckled as he stopped at one door, using a key to unlock
it before ushering Shayna inside.  The room beyond was small and
cozy, with floors and walls paneled in smooth hardwood and an
intimately-sized round jacuzzi recessed into the floor.  The far
wall was a floor-to-ceiling window with a stunning view of the
Los Angeles skyline at night.

Shayna paused, wondering what to do.  "Um... I d-don't know
if..." she managed before she heard the door close with a heavy
metallic click behind her.  A moment later she felt huge hands on
her back, sliding over her tight body and wrapping around her
stomach.  She looked down to see B-Love's thick muscular arms
holding her.  "Oh... um..." she continued as she felt her face
flushing again before the black rapper lifted one hand to cup her
right breast through her blouse.  "Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned,
sighing softly.

"Damn baby, these titties look good on the TV but that ain't
nothin' compared to feelin 'em in my own hands."  Shayna breathed
harder as she felt his fingers softly caressing her boobs,
kneading the tender flesh.  Opening her eyes, she saw the dark,
strong fingers highlighted against her creamy skin.  Unbidden,
she bent her neck down to kiss one finger.  The black man was
wasting no time; already he was unbuttoning the front of her
blouse, pulling it off her shoulders, leaving her with nothing
but a lacy black bra between his fingers and her breasts.  "Mmmm
yeah, I could lose sleep dreamin' about these titties, girl," he
chuckled.

Shayna found her head swirling.  His strength and boldness were
intoxicating.  Being as pretty as she was, Shayna was used to men
seeking her approval, always asking her permission before making
the slightest move.  This ebony giant was nothing like that.  He
didn't ask her what she wanted, nor did he even seem to
particularly care.  He just did what he liked and assumed she
would comply.  And god, was she complying.  Shayna found herself
wanting to do as he commanded, wanting to please this black god.

He had pushed her bra straps off of her arms now, the bra hanging
uselessly around her waist as he kneaded her bare breasts with
his huge black hands.  Shayna arched her back, pressing her chest
against the powerful fingers, enjoying the feel of his aggressive
attention on her soft boobs.  She raised one arm above her head,
bending it at the elbow and sliding her hand behind his head,
grinding her ass back against his crotch as she felt the thick
muscles of his bull-neck.  "Ohhh god that feels so good," she
moaned as he pinched and twisted her rock-hard nipples.

"Yeah, that's it baby, put on a nice show," the black stud was
whispering in her ear.  Shayna grinned lewdly, her eyes closed as
she slowly ground her ass against the hard bulge at the black
rapper's crotch.  Jesus, was it true what they said about black
men?  She moaned as she felt one of his hands sliding down her
belly, deftly unbuckling her belt and unzipping the hip-hugging
black leather pants she was wearing.  Her hips grew tense and her
grinding became more aggressive as she felt his fingers brushing
the top of her black lace panties.  "Damn girl," the black man
chuckled, "you need it bad, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes!" Shayna moaned, raising her other hand up behind
B-Love's neck, linking her fingers together, arching her back,
giving him total access to her body.  "I need it so badly," she
cried out, humping her hips insistently back against his bulging
crotch.

"Say what, baby.  Tell me what you need." he drawled casually,
his fingers teasingly stroking the top of her panties.

Shayna's conservative upbringing made it hard to say the words. 
"I... oh god, please just do it!" she shrieked.

"Do what, baby?" her black tormentor replied with that arrogant
chuckle.  "Can't make you feel good unless I know what you want,"
he whispered in her ear.

"Fuck me!  God, just fuck me, you bastard!" she begged, her body
writhing against his.  His head dipped over her shoulder and she
felt him kissing her neck as his hand slipped under the front of
her thong panties, the huge black fingers stroking her damp pussy
lips.  Shayna let out a loud, low moan.  She hadn't been touched
there for nearly a year and god, it felt good!  His hand cupped
her mons, squeezing hard, making her pussy quiver with need.  The
other hand was still kneading her swollen tits, and he was now
biting her neck and shoulder roughly.  Shayna squirmed against
him, knowing that he would leave bruises, but her body thrilling
to this rough handling.

The lump in his pants was huge now.  His middle finger had
slipped inside her pussy, and Shayna's knees trembled as the
thick digit penetrated her, spreading her open inside.  Her body
was responding powerfully to the black stud's attention, her
breasts swelling against his grasping hand while her pussy
clenched and dripped against his finger.  No man had ever dared
take her so aggressively before.  He moved his mouth from her
neck to her ear, biting her earlobe and then whispering softly,
"Yeah, looks like you want some black gangsta-rap cock up in that
lily-white country-western pussy, don't you?"

"God, yes!" Shayna moaned, desperate to feel this man inside her,
desperate to be taken by him, to pleasure him.  He was shoving
the pants down her legs now, leaving her wearing just her thong
panties and heels.  Shayna felt his hand on her ass now, then
behind her as he quickly unzipped his own jeans.  Shayna gasped
as she felt something big and hard spring up, smacking her bare
ass.  She turned to look, but before she could see, the huge
black man was lifting her in his arms.

Shayna squealed like a schoolgirl as the black stud cradled her
body, carrying her down the steps into the hot tub.  "Shit yeah,
girl, gots to get you warmed up!" the rapper chuckled as he
stepped into the tub, setting Shayna down in the steamy water. 
The gorgeous brunette turned to face him just as he hit the
switch to turn on the jacuzzi, eliciting another shriek of
surprised delight from the white country singer.

Shayna looked down to the muscular black man's crotch, desperate
to see the thing she'd felt against her ass moments earlier, but
the bubbling water obscured her view.  "God, I want to see it!"
she moaned as she sunk to her knees in the water, reaching down
towards the thug's crotch under the water.  She gasped as her
slender fingers closed around something impossibly huge.

Shayna looked up in shock to find B-Love giving her that arrogant
grin again.  "Yeah, that's right, baby.  That's what you think it
is, white girl," he chuckled.  She looked down as she pulled her
hand up, lifting his enormous black cock from the water. 
Shayna's jaw dropped as her eyes took in its full size.  The
thing had to be a foot long, and so big around that her fingers
weren't even close to encircling it.

Her eyes feasted on the vein-covered ebony shaft as her mind
raced, wondering what kind of pleasure a man so well endowed
could experience... and what kind of pleasure he could bring to a
woman.  Her ex-husband's cock had been less than half the size of
this black stud's massive member.  The country singer found
herself overwhelmed by a desire to experience this huge black
cock, to please it, to satisfy the powerful man who owned it. 
Shayna had never used her mouth on a man before, not even her
husband in their fourteen years of marriage.  But she knew
instinctively what she had to do now--what she wanted to do
now--and she eagerly leaned forward to kiss the throbbing purple
head of B-Love's massive black cock.

The taste was delicious.  More than delicious; it was like the
sweetest thing Shayna had ever tasted.  She looked up to see
B-Love moaning, and her pussy trembled in excitement at the
knowledge that she was pleasing him.  Shayna widened her lips,
leaning forward, sucking the huge purple cockhead into her mouth
eagerly.  God, it tasted good!  The black rapper's moaning only
encouraged her further, as she stroked the huge shaft with one
hand while reaching underneath it with her other hand, finding
his bloated testicles with her slim fingers.

"Ohhh yeah, that's it, white girl," the massive black stud
moaned, reaching down with one muscular arm to push her brown
hair back from her face, cupping the back of her head in his hand
and pulling her forward insistently.  Shayla moaned as she took
more of the huge black shaft into her mouth, gagging as she felt
his huge cockhead pressing against the top of her throat.  She
looked up into the eyes of her ebony aggressor, watching him moan
and chuckle as she began to pump her head up and down on his
cock, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked eagerly.  "Awww yeah,
girl," the arrogant black thug chuckled, "looks like you
discovered the good life."

A hard knocking at the door startled Shayna; she cast her eyes
over towards the locked door.  "Shayna, are you in there?  Are
you okay, honey?" came the voice of her manager.  She pulled her
head up to reply, but the black man's strong hand in her hair
stopped her.  Shayna looked up at him, confused, suddenly
nervous.

B-Love still had that arrogant smirk on his face as he looked
down at her.  "Now you don't want us to get interrupted, do you
baby?  Don't want anyone discovering you in a hot tub with a
mouth full of black dick, do you now?"  Shayna trembled; he was
right.  If she was discovered doing this, it would be all over
the tabloids.  God only knew what the repercussions would be for
her already-uncertain career.  The black thug's grip on her head
softened as he seemed to sense her thoughts.  "Yeah, that's right
baby.  Better for you to just keep quiet and keep on suckin'."

Shayna nodded slowly and started sucking again, pumping her head
up and down again.  In a moment she forgot why she'd even
considered stopping as the sheer pleasure of servicing this black
stud washed over her body again.  She quivered in delight every
time she felt his body tense up, and her pussy convulsed each
time she elicited a moan with her attention to his cock.  "Oh
shit yeah baby, that's right.  I knew that pretty mouth was good
for somethin', baby," the black thug moaned as he ground his hips
into her face.  Shayna felt her face flushing at the
condescending words, but she only increased the pace and
intensity of her sucking, determined to prove that she could
please his massive cock.

It wasn't long before she felt his grip on her head tightening as
his body tensed up, his hips grinding harder and faster against
her mouth.  Shayna looked up to find B-Love's eyes closed, his
mouth open in a low moan.  "Shit yeah, here it comes girl," he
groaned, slamming his cock forcefully into her mouth.  Shayna
gagged wetly as the huge cockhead penetrated her throat.  A
moment later he was cumming, his huge black testicles throbbing
in her hand, pumping their heavy load down his thick cock into
her throat.  She choked on the hot, sticky thick fluid that shot
into her in big gobs.  "Awww fuck yeah!" the black stud exclaimed
as his hands tightened on the back of her head, holding her in
place as she struggled to swallow his massive ejaculation.

Shayna swallowed as fast as she could, feeling the hot fluid
gliding down her throat into her belly.  She looked up, taking in
the rapturous look on the massive thug's face, his eyes closed,
lips bared back from gritted teeth, cords of muscle straining in
his thick neck as a raw animal growl erupted from his throat. 
She'd never seen any man experience such intense emotion, and the
pretty brunette felt her soul burn with a desire to please this
ebony god.  She choked and gagged  as she slurped down the thick
wads of his seed, struggling to take it all in, to satisfy her
black lover.

Shayna managed to keep most of it inside her, but the sheer
volume of semen flowing from the huge black phallus overwhelmed
her, accumulating in her mouth, making her cheeks puff until at
last she couldn't contain it anymore.  Dribbles of sticky cum
dripped from the corners of her stretched mouth, oozing and then
flowing down her chin as she suckled urgently on the ebony
monster.  The huge globs of fluid eventually slacked, slowly
growing smaller as the huge black rapper panted with exhaustion,
his god-like orgasm finally subsiding.

Shayna kept slurping and sucking, eager to take down every last
drop of her lover's issue.  When the huge black cock finally
stopped shooting, she slowly pulled her mouth upwards, sucking
eagerly, tongue swirling around the shaft before she finally let
it out of her mouth, bending her neck to lick every exposed
surface of the huge cock, eagerly seeking out every square inch
of exposed black cockflesh with her nimble tongue.  The huge
muscular black hands were still in her hair, but they had
relaxed, and when they pulled her face away from the black man's
slowly-softening cock, they were less forceful, more gentle than
before.  Shayna looked up to see him smiling down at her,
chuckling again.  "Well damn, looks like you enjoyed your first
taste of black dick, didn't you honey?"

The arrogant bastard.  Shayna felt her face burning red, but she
couldn't deny any more that he had a right to be arrogant.  With
a cock like that, she knew he could afford to treat women however
he liked.  He could call them "hoes" and "bitches" like he did in
his music and they would still flock to him, eagerly throwing
their bodies at him hoping for a taste of his black manhood. 
B-Love was a natural lover of women.  No, Shayna corrected
herself, a natural conqueror of women.

Of her own free will, the sexy country singer rose to her feet,
hot water dripping from her toned stomach and her firm breasts as
she arched her body upwards to kiss the huge black thug on his
big, arrogant, gold mouth.  Shayna squirmed with lust, feeling
her crotch burning with need, pressing her bare tits into his
rock-hard chest as she slipped her hand behind his bull-neck,
pulling herself against him as she sucked greedily on his lips. 
"I want it," she whispered in between nibbles on his lower lip.

True to form, B-Love just chuckled, idly groping one of her tits
in his big black hand as she clung to his mountain-like body. 
"Aw yeah, what's that you want now, girl?"

Shayna groaned in frustration, lifting one leg along his massive
thigh, still wearing the stiletto heels.  "I want you to do it to
me.  Please," she begged, looking into his eyes.  She'd never met
a man who she couldn't turn into putty in her hands with a sultry
whisper and a flutter of her eyelashes.

B-Love became the first, just repeating that infuriating chuckle
as he twisted her milky-white tit in his black hand.  "Got to say
it, baby.  Got to make it specific, I told you."

"I already said it," Shayna whined.  She sounded pathetic and
desperate, even to herself.

"Say it again or you ain't gettin' it," he said.  He lifted his
hand from her breast to her head, tilting her face downward so
she could see between them.  His other hand was on his cock now,
stroking the massive black shaft smoothly, gently. Shayna's eyes
widened as she watched.  Impossibly, the thing was swelling up
again.  It had been barely a minute since he'd unleashed more cum
down his throat than Shayna could remember her ex-husband
producing in his best month, and already his huge black phallus
was ready to go again.

"Oh god," Shayna moaned, reaching down with one hand to grasp the
onyx shaft.  "Please..."  Her slender white fingers curled around
it, gripping it, feeling the blood pulsing through the thick web
of veins in its surface.  "Please... fuck me."  The brunette
looked up, meeting the black rapper's eyes.  "Fuck me with your
huge black cock," she breathed.

The thug was laughing again, but he reached behind Shayna to grip
her tight, toned ass with both hands.  She felt his fingers
gripping her ass-cheeks roughly as she was lifted out of the
water.  The brunette squealed as her black lover set her round
ass on the edge of the tub, pushing her legs apart with his knee
as he stepped up to stand in front of her.  Shayna felt the huge
cockhead sliding up her belly and she looked down to see the
purple crown looking up at her between her tits, the head looking
angry and powerful, the slit already oozing clear precum.  Her
entire body trembled as she thought about how deep the foot-long
shaft would penetrate inside her.

"Yeah, get ready for this, bitch.  Your pussy ain't gonna be the
same when I get done with it," the black rapper chuckled as he
shifted his hips backwards, causing the huge cockhead to slide
down Shayna's belly.  The purple monster oozed precum all the way
down, leaving a trail of slick fluid running from the bottom of
her sternum down her taut belly, over the light thatch of hair on
her mons and finally to the lips of her pussy.  The fleshy lobes
parted slightly as the huge cockhead nestled gently in between
them, like a mouth kissing the huge member.

Shayna glanced up to find the huge thug giving her an arrogant
sneer.  "Fuck me," she moaned.  "Just fuck me, you bastard!"  Her
plea was answered quickly; the pretty brunette gasped as she felt
the massive cock-crown pressing forward against her tender, moist
cuntlips.  Shayna arched her back as she felt strong hands
gripping her tight ass, holding her in place as the black stud's
enormous phallus ground into her, seeking to pry her open.  The
pressure of the huge cockhead against her crotch had become
almost painful when she felt her pussy suddenly give way, the fat
shaft of his cock suddenly sliding into her, its enormous black
length plundering the soaking depths of her pink cunt.

Shayna cried out in pain and pleasure, her body struggling to
accommodate the black intruder.  Her husband had felt nothing
like this, nor had any other man she'd been with.  This black
stud was in a class apart, his enormous ebony fuck-spear ramming
deep into her tight little white body.  She looked down, her eyes
widening as she saw half a foot of thick, veiny black cock still
connecting her pussy to B-Love's crotch.  As she watched, the
ebony giant rolled and rocked his hips, pumping the shaft
smoothly but insistently in and out of her, another quarter inch
of onyx manhood disappearing inside her with each stroke.  She
felt as though she was going to split in two as the huge member
plumbed the depths of her snatch.  "Shit yeah, pretty lil' white
bitch likes bein' filled with black dick, doesn't she?" the
sneering thug taunted.

"God yes!" the pretty brunette cried out as she felt the enormous
cockhead bottoming out inside her.  She gasped for breath as the
rapper curled his strong fingers around the firm white cheeks of
her ass, holding her tightly as he ground against her, his wiry
pubic hair scratching against the delicate skin of her mons, his
swollen testicles rubbing against her asscheeks.  Shayna moaned
as she felt his mouth on hers, parting her lips to accept the
soul-kiss, sucking greedily on the black stud's hot, rough
tongue.  The hands on her ass held her firmly as he ground
himself against her.  "Fuck me," she moaned as his lips left
hers.  "Fuck me with that big black cock!"

The massive black man complied, chuckling as he withdrew his huge
member from her aching pussy before sliding it deep into her
again.  "Damn, you're nice and tight, baby.  Guess that white boy
you was married to didn't give you what you need, did he?"  He
lifted one hand from Shayna's ass as he found his pace, holding
her firmly in place with the other hand while he cupped her tit
and pinched her stiff, trembling nipple.

"God no," the beautiful singer moaned, jerking her toned hips
eagerly against her lover's crotch, meeting each thrust, trying
to take him as deep into her as possible.  Shayna leaned back on
one arm, her elbow locking behind her to keep her upright against
the rapper's relentless assault.  She brought her other hand up
to his body, running her slim white fingers over the bulging,
rock-hard muscles of his chest.  "He was nothing like you. 
You're so big... your c-cock is so big!" she exclaimed.

"Shit baby, this ain't nothin' for a black man," the giant
chuckled.  He gave that arrogant grin again, the gold tooth
shining in the soft lights of the room as he picked up the pace
of his fucking slightly, causing Shayna's swollen breasts to
bounce and jiggle on her chest.  "Guess if you only had white
boys, this might be somethin' special."

Shayna gasped at the powerful thrusts, her mind reeling.  She'd
always thought that the rumors about black men were just old
wives' tales.  Growing up in Canada and rising through the
country-music scene hadn't brought her into contact with many
black men, and she'd certainly never dated any.  She wasn't
racist; she'd just lived her life in a culture where black people
rarely appeared, and where interracial relationships were
nonexistent.  She'd gotten into the habit of just not thinking
about black men as romantic possibilities.  Had she really been
missing out on great sex all these years because of that?

The massive cock buried in her pussy made a compelling case that
she had.  The way this black stud acted, his insufferable
arrogance, was driving her wild.  Shayna moaned as she stroked
her fingertips over the rapper's chiseled pecs.  She felt the
touch of metal on her hand and looked down to see the huge
"B-Love" pendant, with its phallic design glimmering in the soft
light of the sauna.  She closed her fingers around it, clutching
the golden logo in her hand as she looked up, pulling on it,
drawing her body up to press against his.  "Fuck me," she moaned
as she nuzzled the thick muscles of his neck.  Shayna lifted her
head from his shoulder, looking into his face with hooded eyes. 
"Fuck my country-and-western pussy with that big black
gangsta-rap dick," she whispered.

As cool and arrogant as the huge rapper had been up to that
point, her words drove him over the edge; Shayna's whispered plea
was greeted by a furious pounding as the black thug began pumping
his huge cock in and out of her.  A series of high-pitched
shrieks escaped her throat as the massive shaft slammed home
again and again.  Her whole body trembled and shook as he fucked
her, her long brown hair bouncing against her shoulders and back
as she was tossed back and forth by the relentless hammering of
his black manhood into her tender pink pussy.  "Yeah, that what
you want, white bitch?" the huge black man growled.

B-Love had begun pounding her savagely, Shayna felt helpless
under the sexual assault of this ebony brute.  His earlier
ejaculation into her mouth hadn't slowed him down at all.  She
could feel his huge wrinkled, sweaty testicles swelling and
tightening underneath him as he fucked her tender white pussy
without mercy.  "Ohhh god yesss!" she groaned, clinging tightly
to him, gripping his bicep with one hand while she clung to the
gold amulet with the other.  She wanted this more than she'd ever
wanted anything, wanted him to cum inside her, wanted to feel his
seed flowing into her, wanted his sperm in her belly.  She wanted
to bear this black thug's child.  "Do it!" she moaned, gritting
her teeth.  "Shoot it into me!"

The black rapper's entire body tensed up, his muscles flexing as
he gave an animal groan.  He buried himself inside Shayna's
aching, burning, swollen red pussy, is swollen, hairy testicles
throbbing against her asscheeks.  His groan turned into a roar of
triumph as his cock exploded, thick hot seed rushing up the
length of the massive shaft, the sheer pressure in the black
stud's balls sending the thick jets of his cum spraying into her,
filling her pussy with his black sperm.

Shayna knew that she could get pregnant, but it didn't bother
her; it thrilled her.  She screamed as her own body orgasmed, her
bruised, battered pussy clinging tightly to the black fuck-spear
buried inside her, the muscles of her tight pink cunt squeezing
the shaft insistently, milking it, urging her black lover to
deposit every drop of his sperm into her white belly.  Fuck what
anyone thought.  Fuck her ex-husband.  Fuck her agent, her
handlers, the record company.  She wanted this.  She needed this.

"Oh shit, that's good!" the black rapper groaning as his body
shuddered above hers, emptying an unbelievable amount of semen
into the brunette singer's body.  He held her there as they came
together, his black balls pumping huge amounts of his seed into
her greed, flexing white pussy.  Shayna gasped as she took in the
full volume of it; the black stud was cumming for the second time
in barely fifteen minutes, and still he was pumping more semen
into her than her ex-husband could produce in a week.

The two lovers held each other until B-Love's ejaculation had
finished.  At long last Shayna felt the huge black cock run dry,
shuddering in release as her arms and hands went limp, falling
onto her back on the wooden floor of the sauna, panting for
breath.  The black rapper regained his strength faster, laughing
as he slowly withdrew his manhood from Shayna's trembling,
beet-red pussy.  "Shit yeah," the ebony stud chuckled.  "Think
you needed that, didn't you, white girl?"

"Ohhh god yes," Shayna gasped, grinning giddily as she basked in
the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of her life.
"Now that made me feel like a woman!"


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Yeeha! News - Entertainment - January 12
Country Singer, Rapper Exposed in "Love-Train" Sex Tape


An unidentified individual has posted a video to several internet
sites appearing to show country music mega-star Shayna Train
having sex with rapper B-Love, lead singer of the group Black
Phallus.  The video was pulled from most sites within an hour of
its publishing, but copies have sprung up and the video continues
to be a popular download on peer-to-peer networks.

Train's publicist has denied that the country singer appears in
the video, saying the video is "a fake, using either an imitator
or false images".  Complicating the issue, B-Love has publicly
acknowledged his presence in the video, and claims that the women
in the video is in fact Ms. Train.  "Oh, [gosh] yeah, the [woman
I'm having sex with] is Shayna all right.  [Oh boy,] she [has] a
[well-toned body].  [There's] no way [I] could resist [having sex
with her]."

Many sources report that the background visible in the video is a
sauna at the private residence of Eric Jackson, president and CEO
of Capstone Records.  A spokesman for Capstone Records, to which
both artists are under contract, has declined comment.


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TMI News Services - January 14
Breaking News: Train, Love to Meet in Private

Sources report that country music superstar Shayna Train and
hip-hop artist B-Love are scheduled to meet this evening at a
private conference at the home of Eric Jackson, CEO of Capstone
Records.  The two musicians are at the center of a scandal
involving a sex tape filmed at Jackson's home last week, and
yesterday Train's lawyer filed a lawsuit against B-Love alleging
defamation of character and seeking unspecified damages.

In an unusual step, all participants in the conference have
agreed to meet without aides or legal representation.  "We need
to clear the air and get Shayna's career back on track," Jackson
said in an interview this morning.  "This isn't about money, it's
about personal relationships.  We'll bring the lawyers in when we
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The New York Pest Online - Showbiz News - January 15
Train: It's Me

The entertainment world was shocked today when 43-year-old
country music superstar Shayna Train publicly admitted last night
that she did indeed appear in an internet sex video with
22-year-old rapper B-Love, frontman for the gangsta-rap band
Black Phallus, contradicting earlier statements by her spokesman.


"It's me," Train said at a joint press conference with B-Love and
Capstone Records CEO Eric Jackson, who hosted a private meeting
between the two recording artists at his Hollywood home earlier
in the evening.  "I'm tired of lying about it.  That's me in the
video, and I don't regret it for a second."  Asked about her
passionate enthusiasm in the secretly-recorded video, the
brunette country singer smiled at the black gangsta-rapper before
replying.  "Well, if you've seen the video you've seen what
B-Love is packing.  Can you blame a girl for getting excited by
something like that?"


B-Love and Train answered questions together at the press
conference, which started nearly two hours late as the private
meeting ran longer than expected.  When asked for an explanation
of the delay, B-Love simply said that the discussions continued
longer than planned.  "You know how it is, things are going real
well, and you got to keep it goin', get nice and in-depth. 
Shayna here was having herself a real good time with both me and
Mr. Jackson.  You know what they say about white girls."  All
three of the participants declined to elaborate on that point,
although Train appeared to be blushing furiously.

Train also announced that she will be dropping the defamation
lawsuit filed by her lawyer two days ago, as well as firing her
lawyer and her publicist, who earlier publicly denied Train's
involvement in the video.  "Sometimes it takes a crisis to open
your eyes, and it has taken this scandal to make me realize that
many of the people around me have not had my best interests at
heart."

Jackson, the record label executive, said that Capstone Records
would be providing a new professional staff for Ms. Train.  "We
feel for Shayna in the difficult period she's going through,
especially considering the creative drought she's recently
suffered and the divorce from her husband last year.  We're happy
to assist in any way we can, which is why we've agreed to help
her resuscitate her songwriting and singing career by providing
her a handpicked producer, publicist, lawyer, personal trainer,
wardrobe assistant, vocal coach, and all other professional
services a singer of her caliber requires."

Jackson also announced that Train has now formally contracted to
produce a new album for Capstone by the end of the year.  "Shayna
is now at the point where she feels she has the creative energy
to commit to finishing and releasing a new album later this year.
 We at Capstone are pleased to have her on our team, and we're
eager to begin helping her in any way we can.  It is our belief
that we can help Shayna capture the edgy, modern, urban style
that is the essence of the new Capstone Records."

Train declined to comment on a small bandage on her upper right
shoulder.  "It's nothing," Jackson explained when the question
was pressed.  "Shayna got nicked by one of my cactus plants and
we put the band-aid on her.  Please, let's keep this focused on
Shayna's career."


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Gaggle News - Entertainment - February 28
Train "Working On New Album", Denies Plastic Surgery Rumors

At a brief TV appearance yesterday, country music superstar
Shayna Train denied rumors that she has had plastic surgery
recently.  "No, they're all mine," Train replied in response to a
question about her breasts, which many observers claim have
recently shown dramatic expansion.  "I know how these rumors get
started, but really, there's nothing to it; I'm a healthy woman.
Besides, my schedule's been much too busy for the last month and
a half with my new album and all.  Where would I find time to get
a boob job?"

Train has been seen frequently at the Los Angeles recording
facilities of Capstone Records in the six weeks since the
"Love-Train" sex tape scandal broke.  Her co-star on the tape,
gangsta-rap artist B-Love of the band Black Phallus, has also
been seen frequently at the Capstone studio, as well as visiting
Ms. Train at her Malibu beachfront home.  The rumors of breast
augmentation surgery started when Train was spotted in B-Love's
company on a private beach wearing a revealing string bikini that
showed off her considerable cleavage.  Pictures of the previously
lithe-bodied singer's substantial breasts touched off a firestorm
of speculation.

Rumors of a duet featuring Train and B-Love have not been
commented on by the label or by either artist.


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Bullboard Magazine - August 14
"That Don't Do Much For Me" #1 For Third Consecutive Week

Country singer Shayna Train's crossover country/hip-hip tune
remained at the top of the Bullboard singles chart for a third
consecutive week, earning heavy airplay on radio stations across
the country.  The song, whose full title is "(If It Ain't Black)
That Don't Do Much For Me" has country roots but is set to a
bump-and-grind style beat inspired by rap music.  The lyrics tell
the story of a young white woman discovering the joys of a
relationship with a black man:

You may have the money and you might have a nice car,
But those wheels and that coin ain't gonna get you very far.
What you got in your pants is what I gotta see,
Cause if it ain't black, that don't do much for me.

Train acknowledges that the hip-hop influences in the song are
owed to the presence of gangsta-rap artist B-Love, frontman for
the band Black Phallus.  Train also confirmed last week that the
single will be featured on her new album, currently scheduled for
release by Capstone Records later this summer.

The video for the song features Train and B-Love re-enacting
their sexual tryst from January that appeared in a secretly-taped
video that was leaked onto the internet.  In the video, Train
wears a racy outfit that she says is inspired by the look favored
by urban black men, which is removed from her body during the
song as she and B-Love become more and more intimate.  The video
has generated a firestorm of controversy for its
nearly-pornographic portrayal of the liaison, but it remains the
most popular video in the country for a fifth straight week, and
is the most-downloaded video on the internet this year.

The video was filmed several months ago, before Train's pregnancy
began to show.  (Train continues to decline comment as to the
identity of the baby's father.)


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We Magazine - November 17
The We Interview: Shayna Train on Her Happy New Life

At 44 years old, Shayna Train couldn't be happier.  The mother of
a four-week old baby boy named Brandon, Train sits on top of the
country-music world.  Her new album, Black and White, is a lock
to be the bestselling country album of the year.  She's been seen
socially with members of the gangsta-rap group Black Phallus, and
contributed vocals for their new single "Once You Go Black".  We
caught up with the country-music superstar while she was taking a
break during the shooting of the the "Once You Go Black" video.

We: Your life seems to have turned around 180 degrees in the last
year.  What does it feel like?

Train: It feels wonderful!  When I think about where I was a year
ago, I can't get over thinking about how negative everything
seemed.  It felt like my career had hit a dead end.  I had
realized my husband wasn't the right man for me, but I hadn't
discovered who the right man was.  So all the passion was gone
from my life.

We: Does that mean you've discovered the right man?

Train: Well, not the right man as much as the right men.  I know
people assume that B-love and I are dating or something, but it's
not like that.  More of a... I don't know...

We: Friends with benefits?

Train: (Laughing) Yes, that's it.  And believe me, there are
plenty of benefits a girl can get from being friends with a man
like B-Love!  But we're not exclusive or anything; I know that
B-Love has girls coming after him at every concert, and a man
like him can't be faithful to just one woman.  It's just not his
nature.  Besides, I get around too; I'm friends with all the guys
in Black Phallus.

We: Do they get benefits, too?

Train: Anytime they want!  I get benefits too!  (Laughs)  That's
something I've really discovered about myself, and it's one of
the reasons why these "gangsta" black men are so wonderful. 
There's nothing complicated about them; to the guys in the band
I'm just there as a way to burn off some steam.  With my husband
I was always wondering if he was content, if I was stimulating
him intellectually, and stuff like that.  With B-Love and the
rest of the band, I know what I'm there for and what they value
in me, and I can focus on being that for them.  It makes me
proud, actually, that when one of the guys in the band needs a
little stress release, I'm the girl they come to.

We: And the relationship has been professional as well, hasn't
it?

Train: Absolutely.  In a way, that sex tape scandal was the best
thing that ever happened to me, because it was at the meeting
that Eric (Jackson) set up between B-Love and me that I really
for the first time took a good look at my life and my career and
saw that I needed to change directions.

We: Was the new "urban" influence in your work the direction they
urged you in?  You've taken some criticism for that.

Train: I know, but you can't please everybody.  And it's brought
me a lot of new listeners.  It used to be that I would do a
concert and it would be just white girls and white boys in the
audience.  Now when I appear there aren't so many white boys, but
the girls are all still there and a lot of black men are coming
as well.  So it's a more diverse audience, and I have to say a
more exciting one for me!

We: Your new album also shows a lot of themes in common with
Black Phallus, especially what some critics call the "sexual
glorification of the black male".

Train: Honey, trust me, they're plenty glorious all by
themselves!  They don't need me to talk them up, I just report on
the facts and on what I've experienced.

We: What about the charge that you're legitimizing the sexism of
that kind of music by working with Black Phallus, appearing in
their videos, and so on?

Train: There's nothing sexist about a woman wanting to please her
man.  Hell, that's been a theme in country music forever.  I
think my music really empowers women by encouraging them to think
outside of traditional boundaries, by exploring the possibilities
of a woman pleasing more than one man, and of course by breaking
down barriers like the taboo associated with interracial
relationships.  I mean, if someone gets upset about a white woman
being proud about having sexual relationships with black men...
isn't that what you'd call sexist and racist?

We: Tell us what your life is like these days.

Train: Well, this week I'm with Black Phallus shooting the video
for "Once You Go Black".  They made me the star of the video, and
it's basically about how I have a one-night stand with a black
man and then find myself having one relationship after another
with black men.  It's kind of a spoof on the old saying, you
know, the one the song's title comes from.  And the guys in the
band play my lovers, so it's been a lot of fun shooting these
seduction and sex scenes with each of them.  Today I'm doing a
beach scene (gesturing at her string bikini) where I run into
Bulldog [one of the members of Black Phallus] and he takes me
into the ocean and has his way with me.

We: Sounds like a case of art imitating life?

Train: (Laughs) It really is!  It's funny to be shooting a sex
scene with one of the band members in the afternoon thinking
about how he spent a good hour driving me wild in bed just that
morning.  But I think because I've slept with all the guys I'm
shooting the video with, there's a level of comfort between us
that gives the scenes in the video a real feeling of
authenticity.  When I look at the scenes we've already shot with
me and B-Love, I can see a real intensity in our performance. 
You can see it in our eyes in the video that we really do want to
tear each other's clothes off and go at it, and the reason that's
there is because we have that familiarity, and he knows that I
can service his needs and I know that he can rock my world.

We: And on that note, what's it like being a new mother again?

Train: It's wonderful.  But I don't know if B-Love is the daddy.
It might be Eric Jackson.

We: Really?  That's news.

Train: Well, that meeting I had with him and B-Love back in
January was a real eye-opener for me! (Laughs) I've thought about
getting a paternity test for Brandon, but I don't really care
which of them is the father.  If he wants to know when he gets
older, I can let him, but Eric and B-Love have both been very
good to me and made me feel absolutely wonderful.  I'm happy to
know it's one of them.  Whichever one it is, Brandon takes after
his father.  (Winking and showing Brandon's diaper, which is
bulging outward in front.)

We: Ah.  Well... thanks for your time, Ms. Train.  We're all glad
to see you so fulfilled and so happy with your life.

Train: What can I say?  I feel like a woman!