20.5 The Romance Writer

The Romance Writer
An E&I Acres Story
Copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


July 2001


She took his throbbing manhood in her hands. Her bosom heaved as the
cowboy spoke, "Your beauty caused that." The muscular cowboy picked her
up in his strong arms, his lips approaching hers...

Tracy quit typing and saved her new novel, her fifteenth in four years.
The young woman was taking the romance world by storm, writing under the
pseudonym Lacy Lovelorn. Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle sighed as the
familiar warmth spread through her body. Getting to the sex scenes in
her books always got her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, her
husband was often away on business and couldn't take care of her
cravings, but then when he was here, he didn't take care of her cravings
either. Making love hadn't lived up to the descriptions in the romance
novels she had gotten hooked on as a teenager. She hadn't even seen an
erection on her husband in a month and her writing had her more aroused
then usual, since spring it seemed as if she were constantly horny.

Tracy Hardcastle sighed and left her den to take a shower. She had to do
some publicity photos for her new bosses. The little publisher she wrote
for had been bought out and absorbed by E&I Publishing. They wanted her
to do some layouts to be used in magazine articles and promotional
material. Tracy enjoyed modeling and when dressed as her alter-ego, Lacy
Lovelorn, artists had often used her as the model for the women on the
covers of her books, they just changed her hair color to match her
characters.

Tracy had the long flowing hair and heaving bosom of her heroines. Her
hair was more reddish, then blonde and fell to curl around her nipples.
Her skin was the beautiful, pale white of most red-heads, mostly
unblemished, with just a few faint freckles around her cheeks that gave
her an innocent appearance. She had a models thin waist and flat
stomach, but her breasts and rear-end were plumper then most models. Her
breasts were large and full, but were quite firm, high up on her chest,
giving her impressive cleavage when dressed in the bodice of a romance
heroine.

None of that was apparent as Tracy waited for her ride. She was dressed
in baggy sweats, with her hair up in a pony tail and no make-up on.
Dressed like this, men would only give her a passing glance, before the
stylists at the photo shoot transformed her into a goddess.

The doorbell rang and Tracy answered it, finding herself staring into a
broad muscular chest as wide as her doorway. She looked up in surprise
into a handsome black face grinning down at her. "Mrs. Lovelorn, I'm
Latrell, head photographer of E&I modeling. I'll be taking your pictures
this afternoon."

Tracy felt her pulse quicken and her skin began to flush. She felt warm
and it turned warmer as she shook his hand, her little white hand
disappearing completely in his massive black one. "Nice to meet you,"
she said. This man had an aura about him. Not only was he huge, around
6'7", his very presence was overwhelmingly masculine. She usually found
New York photographers to be weird little men, often gay, with delusions
of their own grandeur, but this man looked like a linebacker.

"Shall we go?" he asked holding out his arm.

Tracy took his arm and followed him out to a big, black limo. Another
black man, as big as Latrell got out and opened the door for them.
Tracy got in back beside Latrell and they were off. "May I offer you a
drink, Mrs. Lovelorn?" he asked.

"Just a soda, please, and call me Tracy." It was too early for booze and
Tracy liked to have a clear head when working. She stared around the
interior of the limo, her brow furrowing when her gaze fell on Latrell's
slacks. They were tented out so that it looked like a big banana was
inside his crotch. She was so surprised by the strange bulge, she didn't
notice that there was already a small amount of clear fluid in the
bottom of her Coke glass, as he poured a can in. She took the glass and
sipped it.

Tracy stared out the window at the skyline as they approached the city.
She had seen it hundreds of times, so mostly she was staring to keep her
eyes off Latrell. She was surprised to find herself attracted to the
black giant. She was uncomfortably aware of his presence in the tiny cab
of the limo. He seemed to exude masculinity like a character from one of
her books. She glanced at his handsome face, then down to the expensive
suit that must cover an incredibly well-muscled torso, and finally down
to the bulge in his trousers that looked for the world like a huge
penis.

Tracy felt her nipples scraping against her sweatshirt. They were hard
as a rock and her panties were getting wet. By the time they crossed the
Holland tunnel and into the city, she was squirming in her seat and
thankful that they were close to their destination. She killed time by
channeling her erotic feelings into descriptions for future books.

They traveled along the docks of New York until the limo pulled up at a
rather decrepit looking old warehouse. "Here we are, Tracy," said
Latrell, as the limo driver opened his door.

"This is it?" she asked.

"It doesn't look like much on the outside, but that applies to most of
the older buildings in the city." Tracy followed him along the side of
the warehouse to a door and waited while he unlocked it. "Sorry it looks
so desolate, but we are in the middle of remodeling. Thats why no one is
here except for my team."

Tracy passed several rooms that looked like movie sets. Many of the
rooms just had beds, and a few had hot tubs. Some had more elaborate
sets, like jungles, beach scenes, etc. She finally saw some more people
when she entered a large room with photography equipment set up. The
walls were painted with a desert scene, cactuses, tumbleweeds, and one
wall had an old west town's main street done in perspective. Two young
girls stood by a make-up chair. "This is Carla and Suzie. Girls this is
Lacy Lovelorn," introduced Latrell.

"I'm a huge fan," said Suzie shaking her hand vigorously. Suzie was a
pretty young blonde.

"Nice to meet you," said Carla. She was an attractive Latino girl with a
big bubble butt.

"Girls take care of Mrs. Lovelorn for scene one. I'll be back in an
hour." Latrell watched the two girls skillfully sit Tracy in a chair and
began piling her hair up.

Latrell left the room and walked down the hall to Tyrone's office.
Tyrone's secretary wasn't at her desk, which meant she was kneeling
before him giving her special dick-tation. Latrell let himself inside
his boss's office. Sure enough the haggard-looking blonde was swallowing
maybe her thousandth load of cum from their insatiable boss. Tyrone was
pouring over the blueprints for the remodeled building. "You can do me
next," said Latrell sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. Carol
didn't even bother standing. She crawled over to Latrell and fished his
huge cock out of his pants before starting on him. As a female employee
of E&I, she was required to service the men on demand.

"I take it our guest has arrived," stated Tyrone. He was reluctant to
take his eyes off the blueprints. He had talked Solomon into modernizing
the building. E&I Modeling wasn't just a front for the porn industry
anymore. They were getting legitimate contracts, mostly cheesecake shots
for calendars and car magazines. They were getting semi-famous models
like Jessica Devereux. Plus, they had agents at the Miss Teen USA
Pageants, Hidden Closet, and legitimate modeling agencies in the city all providing a steady supply of fresh young faces for the insatiable subscribers to the E&I interracial/voyeur websites.

The new building, would have a reception area, interview rooms, complete
with casting couches, modern sets, costume design rooms, and water
coolers laced with Xcite. He couldn't wait. Tyrone put the plans down and clicked his computer to the video-feed from the set. "That's one hot little bitch," he said watching the two girls doing Tracy's make-up. "I love red-heads. Seeing my black cock going into their pale white bodies really gets me off." Tyrone sent off an instant message to one of the controllers who would send out an alert to subscribers to check out the new girl on voyeurcam.com. "It looks like they're finishing up."

"Better get back then," grunted Latrell as Carol was busy swallowing his
load. "That woman on the screen is gonna do more to make white woman go
black then all of our magazines and websites combined."

******************

"Latrell's ready, Lacy," called Suzie knocking on the door to the
dressing room.

Tracy was admiring herself in the mirror. She opened the door, finding
it difficult to get the big hoop skirt through the jam. Latrell whistled
when he saw her, which made her feel warm again. She was dressed as an
old west saloon girl, hair piled on her head with stockings and heels.
"Lets do it," said Latrell.

Tracy spent the next hour posing before the desert scenes on the wall.
One pose had her holding her skirt up and kicking the can-can while
Latrell snapped away. "These are great," he said. "You'd be a first
class model if you ever gave up writing. Now lets bring in the male
model."

"What? No one said anything abut there being a male model," she said
surprised.

"Come on in Lamar," yelled Latrell. "Yeah, we're doing some solo's of
you and then some romance shots with Lamar, just like the covers of your
books. We're doing several scenes to submit to different magazines. Ah,
here's Lamar now."

Tracy turned to look at the model. It wasn't what she expected. Lamar
wasn't a skinny pretty boy like most models. He was a hulking brute,
bigger then Latrell or any other man she had seen. He was dressed in
tight leather pants with holstered pistols, an open vest covered a bare
chest rippling with muscles, he wore a cowboy hat over long kinky hair
and he was the blackest man she had ever seen.

"What do you think?" asked Latrell.

"He's certainly good-looking, but he's black."

"So am I, you got something against black men?"

"No, not at all," she stammered out flustered. "It's just the character
in my book is white."

"That don't matter. We ain't using this for the cover, that's for the
artist. These are just promo shots."

"Well I guess it's ok then."

"Lamar Jefferson," said the black giant towering over her when he joined
them."

"Tracy Hardcastle." He was certainly handsome, like a black Fabio with a chiseled jaw and long curly hair that fell down his back.  

"Lets get to work," said Latrell. "I'm switching to black and white, so
it'll look like those old time photo pictures." Latrell posed them. Her
sitting, with Lamar holding a rifle standing behind her, Lamar sitting
at the table with a poker hand while she stood over him, and one of her
dancing on the table as he sat with his boots up. "These are great. Now I want to do some romance cover shots. Tracy go up to him and put your
hand on his chest."

Tracy did, a shiver coursing through her body as her little hand touched
his rock-hard chest. He placed his hand in the small of her back and
stared into her eyes as Latrell took some pictures. Tracy got lost in
his piercing dark eyes. She never lost eye contact as he bent her
backwards, leaning over her. She was barely aware of him undoing the top
buttons of her dress and folding the flaps back so it looked like she
had the ripped bodice common to thousands of romance novels. His eyes
were hypnotic, promising endless nights of passionate love-making.
"...Tracy, Tracy." It was Latrell talking. She broke eye contact.

"Tracy, it's time to take off your dress."

"What?" she snapped out of her trance.

"You’re wearing the knickers aren't you?" the photographer asked. She
nodded. "I want some sexier pictures. It's not like knickers show off a
lot. Let your dress fall to the floor."

"I'll help you," said Lamar. His skillful hands were already unlacing
her dress before he had finished and soon she was wearing her
old-fashioned white underwear as she stepped out of the hoop skirt.

"Lamar, take off your shirt, but leave the hat and guns on. Girls, get
Tracy a glass of water she looks flushed."

*****************

"I've read all your books Mrs. Lovelace," said Suzie as she removed
Tracy's pirate costume.

"Call me Tracy," she mumbled still in a daze. The day had been a blur.
They had done many scenes over the last few hours. Lamar had taken her
passionately in his arms, her body rubbing his bare chest as Latrell
took the pictures. Several poses had been odd, but she liked them.
Latrell had taken many of her kneeling at Lamar's feet, one of her
looking up at him adoringly with her arm wrapped around his thigh, and
other submissive poses. It was in one of these that she had first seen
the outline of his penis. It bulged out his leather pants, the tip
nearly touching his knee, longer even and bigger then Latrell's bulge.
At first she hadn't believed it, but then it moved under his pants and
she had gasped in amazement. After that, she had switched to a princess
costume and posed alone and then it was as pirates with a bare-chested
Lamar again.

It was as pirates that she decided she didn't like Lamar though she was
somewhat in awe of him. She was kneeling like a captured wench when she
noticed his penis had swelled up. Latrell noticed too. "Tracy, I need
you to place your hand over his crotch to cover up his bulge," he
ordered.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yeah, it's not unusual for the male model to get an erection when
posing with a woman like you. Just place your hand over it, in case I
get some good shots where it appears. We're all professional here."
Latrell started snapping as she reached up and found her hand didn't
began to cover the length of his penis. She settled for covering the
head area down his thigh.

"That feels good," whispered Lamar. "Feel how big and hot it is."

"Ssshhh, we're working." He was right though, it was big and hot.

"I'm not used to working with such a sexy white lady. "You made it this
hard." -that line sounded familiar to her- "Why don’t you squeeze it?"

"No!"

"If you do I'll shut up."

Against her better judgment, almost of its own accord, her hand gave it
a little squeeze.

"That's a black cock in your hand. I bet it feels a lot bigger then your
wimpy husband doesn't it?"

He was like an arrogant man from a romance that needed taming. He was
arrogant, rude, and had a bad mouth, but she had never been so aroused
in her life. Her puffy pirate pants were soaked with her excitement.
Luckily, Latrell was done with the scene, but he had one more he wanted
to do.  

*****************

"Tracy, how come you never use a black man like Lamar in your books?"
Suzie asked.

"I never thought about it before. I guess I could do one about a black
couple. It's just not my thing."

"No not a couple, just a black man. The woman would be naive and white,
maybe married and she can't resist his superior black genes."

"Or what's under his jeans," chimed Carla. The two girls laughed.

Tracy thought about an interracial romance, but decided it would be a
little too controversial. Her readership was mostly, young, married
white women and she didn't want to offend anyone. Of course, Latrell and
Lamar were the first men she had met who actually had the erotic
presence of a romance hero.

"Your last outfit is in the changing room," said Carla. "Take this," she
handed Tracy a bottle of water, "the lights tend to dehydrate you and
you need plenty of water."

*******************

"She's had a considerable amount of Xcite," said Latrell, watching Tracy
on the computer monitor. According to the monitor, several hundred
subscribers were also watching live and more would download the scenes
later.

Tyrone and Latrell leaned forward as Tracy removed her clothes. The
young woman locked the door and sat on the bench facing the mirror with
the hidden camera behind it. Both men stared at her engorged clit,
dripping with lubrication as she spread her legs and began diddling
herself. "When she gives in, she's gonna fuck like crazy," said Tyrone.

Tracy played with herself until she began shaking. They watched as she
put her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. The beautiful young
writer arched her back and both men growled with lust as her orgasm
squirted out on the bench. "A squirter," said Latrell.

"Yeah, and she cums pretty easily. This bitch is doomed."

Tracy stood up before the mirror and reached for her next costume. Only
there wasn't one, just a bikini hanging on the rack.

"Turn the sound up," said Latrell.

Tyrone did as Tracy said out loud, "I can't wear this. It's practically
nothing."  

"I'd better get back," said Latrell. "Should I send Carol in?"

"No, I'll come down in a few minutes." Tyrone watched as Tracy tried the
bikini on. They were always sized too small for the models. The top
stretched taunt over her large, up thrust breasts, showing just a hint of pink areola, and outlining her hard, erect nipples perfectly. The
panties were little more then a thong and the girl kept trying to stretch them out over her pretty white ass cheeks, but it was to no avail.. The front was sheer and tiny, whisps of curly, red pubic hair stuck out around the sides. Not that it mattered because her entire pubic mound was visible through the sheer fabric.

********************

"Latrell," called Tracy. She was covering her body with the dressing
room door.

"Yes, what is it?"

"My outfit is too small and who said anything about a bikini anyway? I
don't even where one on the beach."

"Sorry, but some swimsuit shots were specified in the contract that came
to me from your publisher, but don't worry, it's doubtful they'll ever
be used. People and Romance Quarterly will use the wild west or pirate
shots. Only a men's mag will use the sexy ones and what men's mag is
gonna run a story about a romance writer?"

Tracy had thought about getting some sexy pictures done for her husband
to rekindle his fires, but hadn't been brave enough to go through with
it. "I'll want to approve them before you send them off and I'd like
copies."

"No problem."

"But like I said, it's too small and quite revealing."

"I understand what you’re saying. I'll send Suzie in."

Tracy went back inside the dressing room feeling her restrained
breasts bounce with every step. She sat down again and admired herself.
The girls had done her hair to make her look like a vixen and with the
bikini she looked like an adult film star. The crotch was still soaked
and she could feel her clit throbbing with desire. What the hell was
wrong with her? She was practically climbing the walls with horniness.

Suzie came in with something. She kneeled by Tracy and plugged it in.
"What are you doing?" asked Tracy. "Where's the new bikini?"

Suzie tested the razor. "There isn't one. That bikini is sized to fit
you and it looks great on you."

"It's obscene."

"That's why I'm here." Suzie sprayed some shaving cream in her hand and
applied it to Tracy's crotch as she pulled the woman's bikini aside.

"Stop, you can't shave me. What will my husband think? Ooooh" The girl
had already applied the razor to the exposed hair and the vibrations
felt incredible.

"He'll love it and I'm only gonna shave the sides so that it doesn't
stick out. Your red-blonde color is too unique to shave off completely."

Tracy watched, breathing heavy as her hairy bush was transformed into a
thin strip of hair. The vibrations were driving her mad and Suzie seemed
to be taking her time running the razor along the sensitive nub at the
bottom. Tracy gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white. "Aaagh,"
she cried as she came. Her fluids coated Suzie's hand. "Oh my god! I'm
sorry. I‘m so sorry." Tracy was red from head to toe with embarrassment.

"It happens. It's nothing. Now go get'em."

Tracy looked around for a robe or anything, but there was none. She
turned to leave, exiting the room as Suzie looked in the mirror and
brought her hand up to her mouth. She looked directly in the camera and
licked off Tracy's cum.

Tracy walked right out into the chest of another large black man, just
as big and masculine as Latrell and Lamar only this man was ugly, with
big lips and a flat nose. "Mrs. Lovelace, I'm Tyrone Jones, head of E&I
modeling."

"Tracy, and it's nice to meet you." Her nipples throbbed under his gaze.
Her whole body felt warm. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and she
was standing before him practically naked. She was surprised to find she
liked exposing herself to the admiring gazes of men.

"Alright people, we're moving to the beach scene," yelled Latrell.

She posed for some shots before a fake beach background, standing,
kneeling, and laying in the sand. Tyrone watched her from beside
Latrell, his intense gaze never leaving her.
"Ok, Lamar start walking up the beach," called Latrell.

Tracy shivered. She had thought she was done with Lamar and now the
arrogant bastard would see her practically naked and the thought made
her shiver again. She looked over her shoulder. Lamar was wearing a
speedo as tight and small as her bikini. He looked like an ebony god
walking towards her.

"Here's the theme," said Latrell. "Tracy you’re a pretty young tourist who found true happiness in the arms of a black islander while vacationing in the Caribbean. Got it? Suzie, Carla, get some water on them."

The two girls threw buckets of water on Tracy and Lamar. Tracy jumped as
the cold water shocked her. Her already hard nipples, strained her
bikini top even more as they puffed up even bigger. She looked down her
body in horror as the water soaked into the already sheer bikini causing
it to become practically invisible.

"Lamar, take her in your arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss."

Tracy gulped as Lamar, his body glistening under the light, looked down
at her and took her in his arms. It was just like a scene from one of her novels. Wait, it was a seen from one of her novels, though that was between a shipwrecked white couple. His lips met hers and she felt his tongue pushing against her lips. She held them tight until Latrell yelled, "Make it look more real." Lamar pushed his way into her mouth and she relented, their tongues teasing each other. It didn't get any more real then this.

"Very good Tracy," said Latrell taking a close-up of her face lip locked
with Lamar's. "We're almost through. Why don't you kiss down his chest."
Tracy did as she was told facing the camera as she kissed his hard torso. "Keep going down." She moved lower, kissing his perfect black six-pack abdominals, more defined then any man she'd ever seen.

Tracy glanced down at his crotch as she neared his navel. She stopped in
shock at the sight of his bulge. His penis had stretched out the bathing
suit so much, she could see part of it's flesh. The thing had to be
immense. "Like what you see?" whispered Lamar. "That big black cock is
the perfect pussy pleaser for white sluts like you."

Tracy wondered if Latrell knew what a foul mouthed pervert he had
working for him. Still, she also had to wonder if what he said was true.
I made her panties juice up just looking at it. "Kneel again," said
Latrell, "and look up at him like he is the most incredible man you've
ever seen."

"That should be easy," whispered Lamar. "I am the most incredible man
you've ever seen." Damn him, but he was right. The arrogant bastard was
incredible.  

"Shit Lamar," said Latrell. "Can't you do something about that big cock
of yours? Tracy, put your hand over it again."

Tracy put her hand on it. This time just the thin material separating
her hand from his penis. "Latrell, it will look like I'm touching it."

"You are touching it," whispered Lamar.

"Just keep it covered Tracy. I can touch it up if the picture looks to
revealing. After all, what kind of magazine would use pictures like
that?" Latrell went back to snapping pictures.

"I bet you missed touching it. You like having a real man's cock in your
hands don't you?"

"Shut up," she whispered back through gritted teeth. He was right, but
she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was
infatuated with his penis. She really wanted to see it fully erect. It
was moving under her hand, all bunched up, and trying to break free.
Jesus, but it had to be over a foot long.

"Alright, lets do a love scene. Last scene of the day." Latrell loaded
more film while Suzie spread out a blanket on the sand.

Tracy fell back on the blanket trying to avoid looking at Lamar. Dozens
of tripod mounted cameras were aimed at her, some even looked like video
cameras. Tyrone was looking at her through one.

"Ok," said Latrell, "first couple shots, I want you both laying on your
sides facing me. Tracy in front. Lamar put your arms around her. The two
maneuvered into position and Lamar pushed his crotch against her ass.
Luckily, Latrell ended that pose quickly. "Lamar kiss down her body now
and then climb on top of her."

The handsome black model slowly kissed down her neck, stopping at the
top of her bosom, planting several on her impressive cleavage. For once,
he showed some gentlemanly behavior and skipped over her breasts
kissing down her belly. Each kiss sent a wave of heat through her body
and her belly spasmed at each touch of his lips. He was a jerk again on
his final kiss, slipping his tongue into her belly button.

Lamar climbed on top, completely engulfing her body. He rested his
crotch on hers, grinding them together. It was getting her so turned on,
she could feel her labia parting with desire, as if it were opening for
him. Her head was buried in his chest, but Tracy turned to say,
"Latrell, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing these
pictures."

"Oh," he set the camera down. "Why didn't you say something earlier.
These don't have to be so graphic. I'll need some more shots, but we can
cover you up so that it looks like you're making love under a blanket on
the beach."

Carla made as if to throw a blanket over them and Lamar jumped up, "wait
a second, I need to adjust my cock."

Suzie turned Tracy's head away from Lamar while he adjusted himself. She
touched up Tracy's make up until Lamar climbed under the covers with
her. He didn't come in close contact with her body at first, just
keeping his hands on her hips gently massaging them. His knee forced its
way between her legs until she parted them and he kneeled between them.
Lamar slowly leaned down bending his back so that he could kiss her
while bringing his crotch back up to hers. His penis touched her thigh
and just as she realized he had removed his swimsuit, his mouth covered
hers before she could say anything.

Her labia was parting again, her pussy opening for him as the head of
his giant penis slid up her inner thigh. She thanked god for the bikini,
wondering if the thin material could protect her from the approaching
monster. Her pussy lips stretched out around a penis-head the size of a
golf ball, it entered her before she realized her bikini was gone. The
bastard had untied the sides while he massaged her and skillfully pulled
it out of the way.

Tracy wanted to scream out in protest. Instead her legs were opening
wider for him and her tongue was busy teasing his again. She was finally
getting the sexual satisfaction she had been craving for months.

Latrell was busy snapping away completely oblivious to what was going on
under the blanket. Before she closed her eyes to kiss him more
passionately, she thought she saw Tyrone taking his shirt off.

"Feels good to have a man-sized cock in you, doesn't it?" Lamar whispered as soon as she pulled her lips off his to breathe. "A lot better then your husband isn't it? Does he fill you like this?"

"No," she said meekly. "So big. I don't believe this is happening."

"That's only half bitch."

"How big is it?

"Fourteen mother fuckin inches and they’re all yours."

"Impossible!"

"You'll see, but it will take awhile to stretch you out. You'll never
feel hubby's little worm again."

Lamar had some serious issues, but his cock did feel incredible and her
body was starting to respond to his slow thrusts. Her hips was raising
up into his cock, the big head sliding back and forth across a spot
never before reached by her husband. "Aaaaeeiiii," Tracy screamed in
orgasm throwing her head back and forth.

"Tracy, are you ok?" asked Latrell getting a close up of her sweat
covered face.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes, I'm fine," she replied having another. Lamar's
skillful hands had untied her bikini top and he was busy rolling her
nipples between his fingers while gently tugging on them. Tracy came
again when Lamar moved his head under the blanket and took her nipples
into his mouth. She opened her eyes to see Tyrone walking towards her.
He was naked, another long cock dangling between his legs. It was very
black like his skin and it was growing as he approached her. It didn't
appear as large as Lamar's felt, but it was still huge, probably close to a foot. Latrell had put down his camera and was pointing a video camera at Tyrone, filming his approach.

Tyrone kneeled in the sand on the set, his cock now rock hard, thick and
throbbing as he pushed it down towards her mouth. He may have been ugly,
but his cock was gorgeous. He rubbed the head along her lips, her tongue
flickering out to taste the pre-cum, then staying out to lick around the
head of his mighty cock. She took him in her mouth vaguely aware that
Lamar had stopped thrusting. Her pussy felt so full, she suddenly knew
that Lamar had buried every inch of his huge back cock into her and was
pausing to let her get used to it. Tyrone was pushing more of his cock
into her mouth and Tracy's eyes turned from looking down Tyrone's long
shaft to look at Carla as the Hispanic girl slowly pulled the blanket
off her. Latrell was busy photographing the action.

Lamar pulled out and slapped her leg saying, "Turn over and get on all
fours." Tracy did as she was told while Lamar kneeled behind her and
rubbed his cock along her labia. "Is this what you want?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Beg for it, slut."

"Please put it back in. I want it." He didn't seem to be responding. She
tried to push back into it, but he still held it away. "Please fuck me
Lamar. Fuck me with that big black cock." He pushed a little in,
suggesting he approved of her words. Tracy was going crazy with lust.
She wanted it all and at the same time Tyrone was rubbing his cock head
around her lips wanting her to suck on it again. Suddenly she knew what
he wanted from her and it was easy for her to say because it was true.
"Fuck me with that big cock. Your black cock is so superior to my
husband's pathetic little dick. Aaaahh!" Lamar had slammed his cock back
in and started pounding her pussy. "That's it baby, that’s what I want
big black cock....mmmph." Tyrone had finally grown too impatient and
shoved his cock back into her mouth as she spoke.

Lamar was pumping her so fast, his big balls were slapping her thighs,
stinging her a little. Each thrust of his cock pushed her into Tyrone's.
His prick slipped deeper into her throat until her lips were kissing his
pubes.

Tracy remained like that for close to a half hour, cumming constantly.
Just when she thought she couldn't cum anymore, his cock exploded in her
pussy, waves of sperm striking deep into her womb giving her a
mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel his swollen cock-head sending jet
after jet inside her, his thick cock acting like a cork keeping his
sperm deep inside.

Lamar pulled out, his sperm flowing out behind it. She immediately
missed his cock but another set of hands replaced his on her ass cheeks.
She couldn't look back with Tyrone busy fucking her mouth, but she
assumed it was Latrell. She couldn't see him, just Suzie on her left
filming the blowjob with a video camera and Carla had walked behind her
with another camera earlier.

Another long, thick shaft rested between her ass cheeks, moving down,
but it stopped before it reached her pussy. Instead, she felt pressure
against her anus as he pressed down on it. Tracy's eyes widened with
fear at the thought of getting ass-fucked. Her sphincter opened slowly
stretching wide around the probing cock-head. She opened her mouth, her
scream muffled by Tyrone's cock, just as it filled her mouth with sperm.
Tracy gulped wildly, but lost control from the pain in her ass. Sperm
sprayed her face, hair, dribbled down her chin and she still swallowed
what felt like a glass full. By the time he was done cumming, the pain
in her behind was fading.

Tracy looked behind her as Tyrone moved out of her way. It was indeed
Latrell slowly fucking her ass with another huge cock. He had
thoughtfully coated his shaft with lubricant and it helped make it easy
on her. It didn't take long for her to start pushing back into his
thrusting cock. "Fuck my ass with that black cock," she growled.

Amazingly enough, Lamar was walking over to her stroking his cock to
full erection again. He kneeled in front of her, her eyes crossing as
she stared down his monster shaft. It did appear to be fourteen inches
and she couldn't imagine how she and taken the whole thing.
"Your wimp husband ever fuck that sweet ass?" he asked.

"No," she replied kissing his cock-head. "I've never taken him in my
mouth either."

"What a pussy he is. Thank me for teaching you about black cock."

"Thank you for teaching me about..." It was the last thing she said that
day as Lamar pushed his cock into her mouth.

The last thing Tracy remembered was Suzie crawling between her legs and
licking her clean. Carla kissed and licked around her face trying to get
any drop of sperm the black men had left on her, but by then Tracy was
to tired and sore to feel them or to be disgusted by what they were
doing.

The girls helped her shower and dress, promising her that they would get
Latrell to destroy the film of her having sex, then the limo took her
home. The muscular black driver demanded a blow job from her and she
complied. She was worn out, her belly still full of sperm, but she
enthusiastically sucked on his huge shaft. She was filled with a desire
to service these men that made her ignore her own soreness and other
needs.

*******************

Tracy clamped her lips down around the spasming black cock of her new
publisher. She had re-read her book and decided it was complete crap, as
were all her books. She had written them before she knew anything about
real sex. She erased "throbbing manhood" and replaced it with "massive,
rampant cock". It still didn't ring truthful, so she made the cowboy
black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made
him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting
a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing
down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his
trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick."

Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down
early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers
with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly
young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking
them."

"You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his
pants as he stood up.

He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also
research your stories as much as you can."

"I am sir," she said, smiling as she unbuttoned his pants.

The End