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Interracial Sex Pics Nikita Denise Mandingo Ann stepped off the bus and looked up at the sky in awe. The skyscrapers strived to reach heaven like the tower of Babel from the bible. New York City, the most famous skyline in the world, was even more amazing then she imagined. Ann had just stopped at the bottom of the bus, staring at the city sights and she was rudely pushed out of the way by the other disembarking passengers. She moved out of the way still staring as she collected her bags. New York was both beautiful and ugly. The buildings were amazing, but they were also a dull gray and the curb stank of exhaust fumes. It was also the noisiest place she had ever been, car horns were constantly honking and brakes were squealing. Ann heard the word "fuck," three times in five minutes, mostly from taxi drivers yelling at one another. This certainly wasn't Idaho. "Excuse me Miss, but would you happen to be a model?" said a deep voice. Ann had just gotten her bags and turned towards the voice. A well dressed, young black man was sitting on a bench reading the Wall Street Journal. "Yes I am," she answered, then added, "Well actually no, but I'm looking to become a model or maybe an actress." "My name's Latrell," he said standing up to shake her hand. The black man towered over her five feet eight inches by almost a foot. He was only about the tenth black person, she had ever seen. Latrell was both handsome and charming. He wore a well tailored suit beneath an open trench coat. He was young, probably only about twenty two. Ann dropped her bag and shook his hand noticing how his large beefy hand completely engulfed her small dainty one. His handshake was firm, but gentle. "Ann, Ann Dutton," she introduced herself. "I'm a photographer with the E&I modeling agency," he said handing her a card. "If your looking for work give me a call. We're always looking for a fresh face." "Well sir, I'll consider it," said Ann grinning from ear to ear and knowing she'd be calling him Monday morning. "Thanks." "Thank you," said Latrell. He tucked his newspaper under his arm and headed up the sidewalk. The reigning Miss Teen Idaho watched him walk away for a few minutes before turning to hail a cab. Ann had always known she had what it takes to make it in the big city. She checked her watch, ten minutes off the bus and she had a job offer and she wouldn't even turn eighteen until tomorrow. "If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere," she sang softly as a taxi pulled up to her. -------------------- Two days later, Ann tried not to sound too anxious as she called the E&I modeling agency. Her confidence was shaken as it had taken all her first day to find an apartment, with rent three times higher then she had budgeted and it wasn't even half the size of one of the apartments on "Friends". Sunday, she had called her parents on her birthday and listened to her mom cry about losing her little girl for over two hours. She knew her phone bill would be sky high, plus she couldn't help but run up her credit card on her first trip to Macy's. She wasn't overly worried, soon the money would be rolling in. Miss Teen Idaho wasn't all that talented, but her looks had always coasted her through life. She had blown the talent competition, but had garnered a perfect score during the bathing suit competition. "E&I, how may I direct your call?" said a nasally female voice on the other end of the phone. "Yes, Ann Dutton calling for Latrell." "Please hold." Ann waited on hold, surprised there was no music on the line while she waited. Finally, after about five minutes, she heard Latrell's deep voice on the other end. "Ann I'm so glad you called. I described you to the boss and he's definitely interested in meeting you. Would you be free for a meeting tomorrow? "Yes, anytime," said Ann barely able to contain herself. Nikita Denise Mandingo well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to the Strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet." Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little frightened. "Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out of my way." The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the two black men and out the door towards the beach. Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the sand. "Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen. said Mark in awe. He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work. "You gonna fuck her?" asked Will. "Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?" "I don't think we can." answered Will "Why Not?" asked Mark "Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the beach. Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black guys were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the door. "Which one of you "boys" touched my fiance." screamed Michael angrily. He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They actually seemed amused at his indignation. "It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her." "What are you "boys" doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more confidant now with their submissive behaviour. "Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo duh recepcion. Stupid Negroes with their bad English thought Michael, No wonder they never amount to anything. "You just keep your dirty black hands off my fiance," he said. "Or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my wedding." Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife. Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down the beach. "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping his friend on the back. "That was classic." "You weren't so bad yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole." he nodded out the window. Pamela was modeling her bikini for her husband. Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging about how he had put the two "boys" in their place. "Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will. "I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be. "I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now, sure, no problem." "Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked. "Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed. "I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a big smile on his face. Ah, the date rape drug, thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and drug his wife." he said. "Not me, that's rape." "I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now." said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...." Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he thought. ****************** Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar. Mark was on the inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach. People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark. Mark had heard the news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after everyone;s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up some of our things." They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may I present Mr and Mrs Michael Winfeild Scott." Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his pants to get more comfortable. There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar. Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried Interacial Pussy Alexis Golden Blacks On Blondes currently accruing interest on her credit card, she asked, "What would it entail?" ******************** Tyrone called some of the tech boys to have them put up a notice of Ann's next appearance on E&I's voyeurcam. Sales of her first spycam video had hit 300, which was a record for voyeurcam. Voyeurcam was a small, insignificant part of E&I Enterprises, but a profitable one and the big boss loved profits. ******************** Ann showed up at the warehouse the next day for her lingerie shoot wearing only sweat clothes and no makeup. Carol had said that all she had to do was pose in various outfits and that was it. A pretty blonde greeted her and ushured her towards a chair, where the girl started teasing Ann's hair. Ann could see the set, reflected in the mirror by her chair. It was a large canopied bed. Lights were set up around the room illuminating the bed. She could see Latrell setting up cameras around the room. "I thought there would be a lot more people around," said Ann. "Most of the rooms have permanent sets, so we don't need a lot of people," said the girl, Suzie, starting to apply makeup to Ann's face now. "Excuse me, I'm Mark. I'll be doing some scenes with you," said a voice over her shoulder. "I think we're doing some honeymoon pictures." Ann looked in the mirror and was surprised to see a handsome black man about her own age standing behind her. He wore a robe belted about his waist, but open enough to show off a lean, muscular chest. "Hi," said Ann meekly. "I must say it is a pleasure to meet you," said the black man running his eyes down her body, stopping to linger on her breasts, before turning and heading away. "He's black?" said Ann, which seemed to shock the blonde girl. Ann didn't want to appear a racist and added, "Wouldn't it be more realistic for a white guy to pose as my husband?" "Oh," said Suzie. "I guess there weren't any available today. Besides, Mark's handsome enough and did you see the size of his cock?" This shocking statement shut Ann up quickly. She didn't know how to respond, nor did she go around staring at men's crotches. She couldn't respond anyway as the girl was now applying lipstick. Ann was worried that her dad would see the pictures of her posing with a black man and have a stroke. She would just have to censure the photos before showing any to her parents. "Ann," called Latrell. "I'm ready for you. Go put the outfits on in the order they are placed on the rack from left to right." Ann looked at the first couple on the rack. They didn't seem to bad. She grabbed the first and entered the dressing room. Ann quickly stripped and admired herself in the mirror before putting on the negligee. It was ankle length, glossy and very elegant. It was sleeveless and hugged her curves. She thought she looked fantastic. Ann came out of the room and Latrell put her through various poses, standing by the bed, sitting on it, laying down like she was napping. and Ann loved every bit of it. She loved being the center of attention, posing for the camera, and how sexy the negligee made her feel. "Alright Mark get in there," said Latrell. Mark stood up off his chair and dropped his robe. He was wearing only tight knee length boxers and Ann couldn't help but admire his body, from his hard, wiry, chest to his crotch. My god, he does have a big coc...penis. 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Her blonde hair was still done up so that she looked every bit the conservative, elegant woman from the neck up, but from the neck down she had a body built for big cock. Will looked down at his buddies foot-long monster, "Watch where you point that thing," he whispered. When they had first met, Will had been a little intimidated by the size of his friends cock, he had always been proud of his own 9" rod and he wasn't used to being outdone in the cock department. The feeling of intimidation had turned to sympathy when he realized that none of the women they had fucked had been able to take all twelve inches. Most found his own monster a little uncomfortable at first. They always came back for more though. They watched the sexy bride, walk around picking at leftovers. She was sobbing a little in frustration when she fixed herself a drink. They heard her mutter to herself, "I can't believe how horny I am. That bastard," They grinned at each other as she walked past their hiding spot and into the living room. Pamela sat down on the couch and turned the tv on. Her state of arousal overwhelmed the horny woman and she found herself rubbing her clit as she sat there. Will had to physically restrain Mark as the larger man was practicaly ready to attack her right there. "Don't fuck up the plan," he whispered. Mark calmed down and they slipped quitely up the stairs. Mark and Will quietly pushed open the door to the honeymoon suite. Will fumbled around for the light switch, found it, and flipped it on. The two black men smiled at each other when they saw Michael snoring contentedly on the bed. Mark easily threw the comatose man over his shoulder and left the room, while Will began stripping. Mark roughly dropped Michael on the floor in another room and returned to Will. Will was lying on the bed naked stroking his cock to erection. "Alright, I'll keep watch," said Mark as he unscrewed the light bulb until it went out. "Loosen her up for me buddy." "I'll do my best," said Will as Mark left the room. Pamela had been rubbing her clit hard for ten minutes. Finally, in frustration, she gave up. The more she thought about Michael the more pissed off she got. She wanted to feel his large penis inside her. She wanted to experience an orgasm. How could he do this to her? Pamela got up and headed back upstairs. Mark was watching at the top of the stairs. He saw her coming and ran to another room tapping Will's door quietly as he passed. Pamela entered her room and flipped the light switch. CLICK, nothing happened and the room remained pitch black. The lightbulb like her husband was burnt-out she reasoned. She sat down on the bed and was removing her heels when a strong hand closed around her arm, startling her. "Michael you bastard, how dare you fall asleep on me," she yelled at him. Michael didn't say anything, he just took her hand and put it on his penis. Her fingers closed around it automatically and she began stroking it like she had done the other night. The darkness must have been playing tricks on her because it felt a lot bigger and a lot thicker. The monster was as hard as a rock. She pushed her husband down on his back and straddled him. Pamela began rubbing his penis along her soaking wet panty covered crotch. Will could barely contain himself. He wanted nothing more at that moment then to rip off those panties and fuck her hard. His senses seemed more acute in the dark and his mind easily pictured the elegant looking woman in the slutty lingerie straddling him. Pamela sat up long enough to pull her panties off and she quickly straddled her husband again. She could feel his long penis twitching between her legs as she unhooked her bra. She wanted to remove the garters and stockings also, but he couldn't wait any longer. The horny young bride sat up and inserted the large head of her husband's penis into her vagina. She moaned a she lowered herself down slowly on it. It did feel a lot bigger then it had the other day. She figured he must not have been fully erect when she had jerked him off the other day. She had taken about half of his fat penis when it started to hurt a little and she paused. Will was in shock. Never had he felt a pussy as tight and as hot as this horny bitch's. She had practically jumped on his cock in an effort to get it inside of her. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and how firm they were. He grabbed her nipples and began squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers. The discomfort was being replaced by waves of pleasure and Pamela lowered herself a few more inches. Michael was squeezing her nipples a lot more roughly then he had in the past and she found she liked the sensations. She moaned in pleasure as he pinched them hard. Pamela estimated there was about two inches to go until she was fully impaled and she decided to go for it. She dropped down the remaining inches and gasped as his penis penetrated her fully. "Oh Michael, I love how your penis feels inside me," she cried as she collapsed on is hard chest. "Promise me we'll do Blacks On Blondes Members Interracial Creampie Pictures look pretty, but Tyrone ignored her as he moved his mouse around before the computer. After a few minutes Latrell came back and led her to a changing room. The dressing room contained a large full length mirror and had two bathing suits hanging on the wall. She examined the first, it was a snug one piece, similar to the one that had won her the Miss Teen Idaho crown. The other seemed to just be a bunch of strings and patches. Bikini's weren't allowed in the pageant and they were frowned upon in the town she grew up in. Ann had never worn a bikini before, so she chose the one-piece suit. Ann stripped and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her hair was curly brown and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, curly and brown. Ann had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. Anne was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch. Ann leaned forward and checked her make up, finding it perfect as usual. She used it sparingly to accentuate her features. Ann didn't like to wear too much, but then she didn't need to. She winked at herself and pulled a small tube of vaseline out of her hand bag. She rubbed a dab on her teeth and blew a kiss at her reflection. Anne walked out into Tyrone's office, smiling and doing her pageant walk. The one piece was a little snug, but it accentuated her breasts and she knew she looked good. Latrell had also provided her high heels and she paraded around the room in her heels, stopping to pose with one hand on her hip. A perfect performance, but she missed the applause of an audience. "Very nice Miss Dutton," said Latrell. "Now go try on the bikini." Tyrone grunted in agreement. Ann almost protested, but instead she nodded and returned to the dressing room. She stripped off the one piece and picked up the bikini. She could barely understand what went where. She stepped into the panties and slid them up her legs. The small patch of material in the front wasn't enough to completely cover her pubic hair, and she was embarrassed to see hair sticking out the sides. She would have to trim herself when she got back to her apartment. The back of the bikini bottoms didn't have any material, just a thin string that slid up between her butt cheeks. She tied the strings on the sides and spun around looking at her bare ass in the mirror. You couldn't even see the string. The top was similar to the bottoms. Two thin patches of material just covered her nipples, exposing just a hint of areola out the tops. The rest was all string. She lifted her hair and tied the strings together behind her neck and then behind her back. Ann looked at herself in the mirror liking how she looked except for the contrast between her white and tan skin. She was a little nervous exposing this much of herself to two strangers, but all the super-models were swimsuit or lingerie models.and if she was to become famous, she'd have to start somewhere. The biggest thing that had bothered her was that the two men didn't seem to really notice her when she had modeled for them, but then they saw beautiful women every day, plus they were black and probably didn't find white women attractive. Well, she would just have to make them notice her. Ann flicked up her top, exposing her breasts. Blacks On Blondes Torrents Jennifer Gold Blacks On Blondes willingly submit to his every desire from now on. She wanted to scream for him to never stop fucking her, she wanted to tell him how much she loved his big cock, she wanted to tell him she loved having his dick in her mouth and that she loved the taste of his semen, but all she could get out was a long moan. She felt it getting closer now. It had started deep in her body the minute the pain had gone. She was about to have the mother of all orgasms and the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Mark heard Will come into the room and pat him on the back. He grunted in reply. "I'm going to c..cum, M..m.aster" she screamed. Will reached over and screwed the light bulb back in until the light flickered on. Pamela buried her head in the blankets until her eyes got used to the light. "I'm going to c..um all over your b..big c..cock again." she loudly moaned as she got up on her hands and knees thrusting back into him hard. Pamela could feel the waves of pleasure spreading out through her body and she turned to smile at her husband. The first thing she saw was a giant naked black man standing by the lamp, grinning at her. The image seemed somehow surreal and she turned to look at Michael. Her eyes opened wide in horror at the sight of the black giant fucking her. Sweat was pouring down his face and his massive muscles were rippling on his chest. His eyes were closed in concentration and he bellowed as he sprayed his load into her pussy. His cum hit places she didn't know she had and the feeling put her over the edge as the super orgasm erupted from her body. She let out a scream so loud that the other black man covered his ears with his hands. Pamela's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out from the pleasure. Will looked over at the collapsed woman. She was covered in dried sperm around her mouth and chest. Her pussy ws gaping wide and fresh sperm was pouring out in waves. It made her look even more beautiful. "I've never seen anything like that in my life," Will said in awe. Mark's eyes were still closed and he just grunted as he gasped for air. The sweat glistened off his heaving chest. "Hey buddy, you look a sight, I fired up the hot tub. Lets go soak" Will said. Mark opened his eyes and grinned at his friend. He threw the comatose Pamela over his shoulder and they headed out the door. "She took it all Will," said Mark still in a state of shock. Will just shook his head. he was as surprised as Mark. "Just what was all that "Master" shit about.?" he asked. "I don't know," replied Mark swelling up with pride. "but I liked it." They made it downstairs and Will went to mix them some drinks. Mark climbed the ladder to the hot tub and sat Pamela down. He lowered himself in and sighed with pleasure as the heat penetrated through to his joints. Will soon joined him and they were laughing as they exchanged stories about the evening. They heard Pamela stirring. She awoke form a fantastic dream. She was at her wedding, but instead of a wedding gown she was wearing her leopard print bikini as she married Michael. Then after they has said their "I do's" and kissed, she hurried through the crowd towards the beach. Only to bump into the arms of a giant black African warrior.The Black man had told her, "Now my jungle queen, you are ready to submit to the Nubian warrior." He had forced her to her knees and she was surprised to see that he had two cocks, one was a beautiful shiny foot long black monster,and the one above it was white, half the size of the black one and it was covered in vaseline. "Choose" he had demanded and she had began sucking on the black cock as her parents, husband, and all the wedding guests applauded in the background. Pamela opened her eyes and lazily looked around the tub she was soaking in. She jumped in shock when she saw the black men staring at her intently. Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled towards the ladder. "No, no, this can't be happening," she cried in agony when two strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the tub. They sat her up and sandwiched her between their two strong bodies. Her nipples were right at the water level and the fear and the heat had caused them to become erect. The two black men began playing with her breasts as she sat there crying and feeling helpless. She felt herself becoming aroused again as they explored her body. The bigger black man on her right, she now recognized him as the bartender from her wedding, looked so handsome, so diferent from the intense animal she had seen fucking her a short time ago. She shivered at the memory of the massive orgasm his monster cock had given her. The size differences, the kinky hair, and the hard chests, they all made sense now. "W..what have you d.one with my husand?" she asked. They just grinned at her and filled her in on the whole sordid story. At least Michael was alright, she thought and she smiled when they told her that her husband never had to know about her infideliy and that she now knew how to please him better. They were both rubbing her legs and one had slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to sigh with pleasure. She could see the fat heads of their giant cocks, hard again, and bobbing in the water. "P.please stand up," she begged. "I want to see you." Mark and Will grinned at each other and stood up. Pamela gazed in awe, as the water cascaded down the two perfect bodies before her. Every muscle in their bodies was well defined from their necks to their washboard abs and the monster cocks jutting out before them. She examined Will's cock first. It was a beautiful black cucumber that stood out about nine inches. This wonderful thing had given her, her first orgasm. "Thank you," she said and she kissed the head of his cock. She then turned her attention to Mark's cock. She still didn't know how she had gotten that shiny black monster all the way inside her. As if he could read her mind, Mark said, "No bitch has ever taken it all Mandingo Thread on a vine. She saw his cock again when Mark had her kneel before Mark and look up at him with her arms wrapped around his legs. She was looking right under his loincloth as they posed. For the last pose, Mark stood close to her and stood her on a ledge so that their crotches were level. "Ok Ann, rub your hands down his chest like you've never seen a better body," said Latrell still snapping away. Ann reached out and started running her hands over Mark's shoulders and chest while he just stood there and grinned at her. Mark did have a nice body. Johnny had been about the same size, though the muscles seemed to look better on a black man. Mark wasn't as beefy as Latrell or Tyrone, but he was a very sexy man, for a black guy. "Run your hands down over his stomach," said Latrell. Ann moved her hands slowly down Mark's chest and over the ridges of his abbs. His stomach was as hard as his cock...as a rock. She ran her hands all the way down to the top of his loin cloth before stopping. Ann was running her hands back up his chest when she felt her own loincloth lifting up. She looked at Mark, but his hands were clasped behind his back. She looked down and stepped back, letting her loin cloth fall back down. Mark's big cock had gotten hard again and lifted up her loincloth as it grew, pushing his own out of the way. Before she moved back, the head had rubbed against her newly shaved vagina. She hoped Latrell hadn't taken any accidental shots of their crotches. "Alright you two are done here," said Latrell. Mark walked away his nine inch python bobbing before him, his loincloth pushed off to the side and Ann practically ran to the changing room. She quickly stripped noticing she was soaking wet again in the mirror and there was even a wet spot high on her shaved vagina around where his cock head had touched her. She threw on her sweats and walked back into the studio. "Great job today Ann," said Latrell handing her an envelope stuffed with cash. As she reached down to take the money, Ann gasped when she saw that Latrell had a bulging erection that looked even bigger then Mark's. She snatched the money and headed for the door. As she was leaving she noticed the blonde girl following Mark and Latrell over towards the bedroom set, probably to clean up. Ann wished she could stay to help, but she was anxious to get away from the studio and those big black cocks. She surreptitiously counted the money when she got in a taxi, then recounted it. It was only $300, not enough to pay her rent, let alone her credit cards. ******************** "I see things went well," said Latrell walking into Tyrone's office. Tyrone grunted and finished wiping his cock off on Carol's nude body splayed out on his desk. Carol had a dazed look on her face. Tyrone sat down between her legs and watched his sperm dripping out of the gaping hole that had once been Carol's tight little married pussy. He looked back up at Latrell. "Man you should see the vid clip of that bitch getting her pussy shaved," he said. The new video had already sold 400 copies and was still climbing. Plus, it had boosted Ann's first video sales up." Latrell said, "You should see some of the pictures. Man, the look on her face when she first saw Mark's cock will make us a fortune all by itself. "Good," said Tyrone. "Have them developed immediately and we'll post them on E&I's interracial sites and get them out to the mags. Did the video's get it all?" "Yes sir," answered Latrell. "I thnk we'll get some good vid clips out of it. The jungle scenes will be the best. Mark actually lifted her loincloth up with his cock." Tyrone was laughing as Latrell left to develop the film. He looked at Carol, she was just starting to recover and so was Tyrone. His cock was stiffening up once again. Cumbang Streaming well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to the Strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet." Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little frightened. "Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out of my way." The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the two black men and out the door towards the beach. Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the sand. "Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen. said Mark in awe. He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work. "You gonna fuck her?" asked Will. "Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?" "I don't think we can." answered Will "Why Not?" asked Mark "Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the beach. Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black guys were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the door. "Which one of you "boys" touched my fiance." screamed Michael angrily. He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They actually seemed amused at his indignation. "It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her." "What are you "boys" doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more confidant now with their submissive behaviour. "Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo duh recepcion. Stupid Negroes with their bad English thought Michael, No wonder they never amount to anything. "You just keep your dirty black hands off my fiance," he said. "Or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my wedding." Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife. Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down the beach. "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping his friend on the back. "That was classic." "You weren't so bad yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole." he nodded out the window. Pamela was modeling her bikini for her husband. Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging about how he had put the two "boys" in their place. "Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will. "I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be. "I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now, sure, no problem." "Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked. "Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed. "I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a big smile on his face. Ah, the date rape drug, thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and drug his wife." he said. "Not me, that's rape." "I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now." said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...." Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he thought. ****************** Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar. Mark was on the inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach. People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark. Mark had heard the news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after everyone;s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up some of our things." They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may I present Mr and Mrs Michael Winfeild Scott." Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his pants to get more comfortable. There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar. Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried Nikita Denise Mandingo Johnny's penis was only about five inches long when hard and Mark looked bigger then that soft. "Mark pick her up like your carrying her across the threshold," said Latrell. Mark effortlessly picked her up and they posed in front of the cameras. "Now set her down by the bed and pick up the champagne glasses," said Latrell reloading the camera. Now rub up against each other and clink your glasses together and look at each other like it's the happiest day of your life." Ann looked up at Mark as he pressed his crotch into her hips. She could feel his penis pressing against her. It was big and it was moving under his shorts, growing. Mark just grinned at her as he brought his glass against hers. "Now lean down and kiss your wife," said Latrell the camera clicking off pictures. Ann didn't want to kiss a black man and was about to protest when Mark's lips met hers. She felt his tongue probing against her lips, but she kept them firmly shut, though she had a strong desire to let him in and kiss back. She felt his penis jerk against her leg. "Good now Mark step back, reach out and pull one strap down." It took every bit of Ann's will not to look down at his crotch as Mark stepped away from her. Her heart started humping in her chest and the blood rushed in her ears as Mark reached out for her negligee strap. Ann felt her nipples hardening up against the thin material of the gown and she could feel wetness between her legs. Mark's hand touched her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. He slowly pulled the strap down revealing more of her breast with each second. The gown caught on her prominant nipples and then Mark tugged it down, baring one of her breasts. Embarrassed, Ann quickly pulled her gown back up. "Ok Ann, sit down on the bed," called Latrell. Ann was relieved to sit down as her legs felt weak. However, this put her eye level with Marks bulging boxer shorts. She thought this was an odd pose, but Latrell was snapping away. Ann saw Mark's penis move, like it was struggling to get free and with one jerk, the tip of the head emerged from the waist band of his boxers. "Do something about your cock Mark," called Latrell. Ann looked at Latrell, her eyes saying thanks and then looked back. Mark's penis was lashing out at her and she jerked her head back. He had pulled the waist band down, freeing his penis. It was huge, plump, and at least nine inches long. The head throbbed like it was gasping for air. He held it there before her open mouth for several seconds. "What's a matter Ann, never seen a black cock before?" said Mark. Ann just shook her head and stared as he tried to stuff it back into his boxers. "Alright Mark I won't need you for a while," yelled Latrell. Mark leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you meet me in one of the rooms during lunch and I'll show you what a black cock can do?" "No thanks," said Ann. "I don't date coworkers." Mark seemed taken aback like he wasn't used to rejection. "Mark leave the NEW girl alone," called Latrell saving her. "Ann go put on the next outfit." Ann was glad to get away from Mark. The thought of being with a black man disgusted her, but her body apparently liked the idea as her nipples were so hard they hurt and her vagina was gushing. She returned to the changing room and stripped. Ann grabbed some tissues and spread her legs before the mirror, so that she could see well enough to wipe away the signs of her arousal. She grabbed the next outfit and felt dismayed when she realized how many there were. This was going to be a long day. This outfit was a small teddy, which consisted of lacy blue panties, bra, and a silk camisole that tied between her breasts and hung down a v opening revealing her belly button. She left the changing room in time to see Mark
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