26 Xavier Models Again

Xavier Models Again
An E&I Acres Story
copyright 2004 by Stormbringer

September 2001
 
Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. He cursed under his breath.
He was never going to fuck her if she kept avoiding him. She'd been
wearing a small bikini giving him a quick glance at an incredible body.
When his prey was out of sight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had
been standing nearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"

Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digital camera on a
tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife and looked upset that
he'd been interrupted. "No, my wife has nothing against blacks. She's a
minority too after all."

"Oh yeah, what minority?"

"She's Arabic. Her family were Lebanese Christians and fled the Middle
East to escape persecution. She's an all-American girl, but she still
has a hesitation when it comes to showing off her body to anyone, but
me. Not that I mind having that body all to myself. You're not exactly
the standard black minority either with that accent. What are you,
Australian?

"New Zealand. I'm half South African, half Maori."

"Interesting background. Well, I'll leave you alone to finish the lawn."
Norman lifted up the tripod and carried it inside.

Xavier led the team of blacks taking over Stony Harbor, Long Island. His
employees consisted of Rashidi and Mustafa, among others. Xavier had
spotted Ameena one day getting out of her car and decided he'd take this
yard and thus her, but it was late in the season. The summer was over,
enhanced blacks now had plenty of places to live while the
pharmaceutical plant outside town was being converted over to an Xcite
and Xserum production plant. Xavier didn't have too many days of lawn
work left and he was guessing E&I would find another use for him.

Xavier fondly recalled the other times he'd caught a husband
photographing his wife. One husband had asked to take pictures of
Xavier. Xavier had tricked the couple into letting the wife pose with
the black man in swimsuits, then naked, then the husband had taken rolls
of film of Xavier fucking his wife. She was now a popular E&I porn star
and the husband was actually such a great photographer, he now shot
interracial spreads for E&I magazines.

Xavier retrieved his hedge clippers and had almost started on the bushes
when he heard voices. The voices were coming from an open basement
window. Norman was pleading with Ameena to do something for him. Xavier
kneeled down in the grass and peered through the crack in the window.

Ameena was magnificent. Her ass was small and tight. Her waist and hips
were very thin, but her breasts were huge. They were so big, they'd
probably sag a little if her skimpy bikini wasn't keeping them firm and
she was only in her early twenties. Her belly button was pierced by a
diamond pin. Xavier loved pierced belly buttons, but thought the
practice was idiotic on other parts of the body. She also had a small
gem stone in her nose, which normally he would of hated, but on her it
enhanced her beauty. Her skin and features were Semitic, not too dark,
not too light. Long, kinky, dark hair fell down her back. She'd make a
great porn star for E&I Enterprises. Her ethnicity would be perfect for
playing harem girls, belly dancers, or maybe a genie and she certainly
had the body of a porn star. Or maybe, she'd become a stripper at the
zebra club. Anyway, Xavier planned to be the one to give her a new
lifestyle.

"I don't think so," said Ameena, posing as Norman took her picture.

"Honey, the tourists are gone. I want to take some shots of you in your
bikini on the beach in a natural setting. Listen, we can go to the state
park next Wednesday, it shouldn't be crowded."

"Ok, but if there's anyone around, I'm not going to do it. Now come fuck
me. I'm all hot and wet for you."

"I don't know what's gotten into you this summer, but I love it."

Xavier watched Ameena remove her top while Norman stripped down. Soon
the couple were fucking on a couch. Norman obviously wasn't drinking the
Xcite laced water around town, but Ameena sure was.

Xavier climbed to his feet and got back to work. He knew where he was
going next Wednesday.

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

Norman bent down close to the LCD display on his camera. It was a bright
sunny day and the glare made it hard for him to see. The image of Ameena
shown on the display was gorgeous. If his wife had training with her
facial expressions, she'd easily have been a professional swimsuit
model. Ameena was leaning against a piling, her face turned up to the
sun. He pressed down on the shudder to focus, then harder to take the
picture.

Norman lifted, then moved his tripod to capture his wife from a
different angle. He'd just aimed the camera at his wife when he saw the
black man. The man was walking down the beach in shorts and a white
tee-shirt. He was out of focus, but clearly in the picture. Dammit! That
man was going to ruin everything. It had taken Norman years to get
Ameena to go this far. The man was very muscular and reminded Norman of
his gardener and some of the other black men he'd seen around Stony
Harbor this year.

"Excuse me, buddy," called Norman, but you're ruining my picture.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Ameena, noticing the black man. Her arms
unconsciously covered her breasts.

Xavier looked from Norman to Ameena. He'd spoken to Norman just last
week, but the dumbass didn't seem to recognize him. Typical of snobby
white people not to recognize someone black that worked for them. Xavier
decided to give them what they expected. "Is dat one of dem digital
cameras?" he said in a fake American accent and mimicking Mustafa's
street lingo.

"Sure is," replied Norman always eager to show off one of his fancy
toys. "Come take a look at it." The giant black man looked vaguely
familiar to Norman. He walked over to the camera and bent down to look
at it. "See, you can see the pictures I've taken in this display. This
button cycles through them."

"Wow! What da fuck will they think of next," said Xavier shaking his
head. Of course, he already owned a digital camera. Many enhanced kept
them handy for quick blackmail material or for posting on amateur
interracial forums. "Yo wife sho is hot, Mister."

"Thank you."

"Norman?" said Ameena, pleading with her husband with her eyes and a
fake grin. She continued to keep her arms folded over her heavy breasts.

"Hey, Mister, you wants me to take some pics of you with your wife?"

"Umm." Norman looked at his wife. He envisioned himself standing beside
his hot wife with a "look what I got" expression and the picture sitting
on his desk for all his coworkers to see. He might even "accidentally"
leave some laying around when his buddies dropped by the house. "Sure, a
few pictures would be nice. Just frame the image within the display
there. Push this button part way down to lock in the focus and then
press it all the way to take the picture."

"I gots it."

Norman trotted through the sand over to his wife who looked quite
pissed. "What are you doing? I don't like him staring at me. Get rid of
him."

"Relax, honey. Just let him take some pictures of us." Norman reached
down and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The black man must have
been hot too, because he was also removing his shirt. Norman wasn't cut,
but he was reasonably fit. The black guy on the other hand, had the most
perfect musculature Norman had ever seen. Norman leaned into his wife
and she finally lowered her arms as they hugged and looked at the
camera.

Xavier leaned down to observe the couple in the viewfinder, then took
some pictures. Norman posed his wife in some more frames and Xavier
noticed her smile was clearly forced. She wasn't pleased with the
situation. Norman finally got her to stand before him. He rested his
head on her shoulder and put his hands on her waist. This pose showed
off her body to it's fullest extent. "Take several in this pose," he
yelled.

"Gots it," said Xavier.

"Thanks buddy," said Norman, running up to the black man. "I sure
appreciate it."

"S'cool. I'm not the best photo guy in the world." Xavier placed his
hands behind his head and flexed his muscles as he pretended to stretch.
"No, you look more like a bodybuilder." Norman checked the pictures and
was quite pleased. Then Norman turned to regard the black man's
physique. "You know, buddy. You got an excellent physique. Could I take
some shots of you?"

"Me? Sure, I guess so"

"Cool. Go stand over there by that piling. Hey, pretend you're trying to
push it over. Flex all your muscles."

"Norman, what are you doing?" Ameena had her arms crossed over her breasts and she was tapping her foot in the sand rather petulantly.

"Just let me get some shots of this guy. I've never met a man as
well-developed. He's the perfect subject." Norman yelled for Xavier to try some different poses and snapped a few more pictures.

"I thought I was the perfect subject," huffed Ameena. She liked being
the center of attention.

"Of course, you are honey. You're the perfect female subject and I'll
never pick some black guy over you, but he's here now and we'll never
see him again."

"I don't know. He kind of looks familiar."

"Just a couple more pictures." Norman turned and looked at the LCD
display. The black man had just removed his shorts. He was wearing white
briefs that really stood out against his black skin. Norman shielded the
display from the sun with his palm. Something was wrong with the black
man's crotch. He zoomed in on it. "My God!"

"Norman, what's wrong?" asked Ameena, watching her husband. He had just
pulled back his head in apparent shock, before bending back down to look
into the display again.

"Ah, nothing honey," said Norman, staring at the zoomed in bulge. The
black man's penis was a monstrosity. It appeared to have just been
shoved into the man's briefs. The material of his underwear looked
overmatched for such a bundle and Norman feared the man's massive penis
might rip free at any moment. Norman suddenly found himself wishing the
man would go away. "Alright, I got some shots," yelled Norman. "Thanks."

"Can I check them out?" The black man jogged towards them and Ameena saw
his crotch. She gasped and stared right a it as he approached them.

"Sure," said Norman, cycling through the pictures as Xavier bent down to
look at the display. "Ameena, honey, why don't you head back over to
piling and we'll start up again just as soon as our friend leaves."

Ameena nodded, seeming eager to get away from the black man.

"Dem pictures of yours sho is good. How about taking a few of me and
your wife? The contrast sho would look good."

"Hmm, I could even take some black and white pics. That would be artsy.
Hell, what am I thinking, she'll never go for it?"

"Just take the fucking pictures," growled Xavier. Norman suddenly felt sweat break out on his forehead and the color drained from his face. The giant black man turned and jogged towards Ameena standing by the jetty pylons.

Ameena stood up straight when she saw the black man approaching. Her
arms came up to cover her chest again. "Honey?" she yelled, looking at
her husband behind the black man.

"Our friend wants me to get some shots of the two of you together."
Norman was still recovering from a wave of fear that engulfed him when
the black man growled at him. He’d never felt anything quite like it and his hands were shaking.

"I don't know about this," called Ameena.

"Just a few shots, then we'll leave," said Norman. "J-just stand in
front of..."

"Xavier," yelled the black man before walking behind Ameena.

Norman zoomed in on the couple. He noticed his wife seemed to be
pleading with him. Xavier, on the other hand was staring down
Ameena's back. ogling her ass. Ameena had a very high, tight ass. Norman
didn't blame the black man for admiring it. "Run through some poses,
flex your muscles, put your hands on your hips, that kind of thing."
Xavier posed while Ameena faked a smile and just stood with her arms
folded across her chest. "Honey, put your arms down." Reluctantly, she
relaxed a little and dropped her arms.

Norman snapped some pictures and was actually pretty pleased with them.
The contrasts between their skins worked well together and both were
near physical perfection. Then suddenly, with dread, Norman observed
Xavier reach out to touch Ameena. The black man's hands thrust out to
rest on the flare of her hips covering her waist. Ameena jumped. Xavier
squatted leaning in close and smiling at the camera. Norman took a
picture, then checked it. The pose was great, but Ameena's eyes were
wide open as if in shock. Even now her eyes were still wide with
disbelief. Xavier was pressed very close against her. Ameena's
expression quickly turned worried as she was lifted into the air. Xavier
gently brought her down on his shoulder and balanced her for the camera.

Norman took the picture. It was a good pose. "Ameena, smile and look
like you're laughing." His wife listened to him and Norman took what
looked like a magazine quality photograph. He was pleased till he
noticed the lump in Xavier's briefs. He zoomed the camera in for a
closer look. 'My god, that things a monster,' he thought. The black
man's penis had to be bigger then a foot long. His underwear bulged out
as far a Norman's would have with a full erection and Xavier's was still
soft. Norman zoomed the camera back out as Xavier lifted Ameena back up.
This time, he laid Ameena perpendicular to his body over his head, like
he was lifting weights. It was a great pose and Norman quickly took some
pictures. Ameena looked flustered, but relaxed and actually smiled as
Xavier lifted her up and down at one point forming a cross with her
across his chest.

Norman watched the image on his camera as Xavier lowered Ameena to the
ground. Xavier removed his hands from her waist only to put them on her
shoulders. He must have been applying pressure because Ameena slowly fell to her knees. She was now eye level with Xavier's massive crotch and she was openly staring right at it. "Ameena," yelled Norman. "Face me, arch your back and put your hands in your hair." Norman was relieved when she finally took her eyes off Xavier's bulge. However, the black man moved behind Ameena and began posing again. His crotch was positioned so that it appeared beside Ameena's head in every frame. Norman finally had enough of staring at a penis much bigger then his own and shouted, "That's enough. I'm done here Xavier. Thanks for the shots, but I'd like to just take some of my wife now."

"I gots a lot mo ideas," yelled Xavier, still faking American ghetto
slang.

"No thanks, I don't have much memory left on my card," lied Norman. He'd
invested in the most powerful SD card and it would hold over 500
pictures. So far, he'd only shot 50. Norman lifted his tripod and
brought it in closer to his wife.

Xavier stepped out of the frame, but stood nearby with his arms crossed
before his massive muscular chest. "Would she ever consider posing
topless?" he asked loud enough for both to hear.

Ameena's eyes went wide and she shook her head. Norman said, "No, she
won't do nudes, even in our own home."

"How about suggestive nudes?” asked Xavier.

"No way," said Ameena.

"What do you mean?” asked Norman, looking interested.

"Like a wet tee shirt. That way you're clothed, but the tee shirt would
cling to your figure."

Norman‘s brows furrowed. "I don't think..."

"No," interrupted Ameena. "I'd consider that, since I wouldn't actually
be naked."

"Really?" asked Norman, a little too excited. "But we don't have a tee
shirt."

"Use mine," said Xavier walking over to where he had thrown his shirt on
the sand. Xavier waded out into the water and pushed his shirt under
until it was soaked. He then carried it up the beach to where Ameena was
still kneeling in the sand. Ameena took the black man's shirt from him
and pulled it over her head, shivering a little as the wet material
touched her skin. On Ameena, the tee shirt was the size of a dress,
nearly reaching her knees. "Now take your top off," ordered Xavier.

Norman was quite surprised as he watched his wife remove her top. She
didn't even shyly turn her back to them, she looked right up at Xavier
as she reached up under the shirt and untied her bikini top. She pulled
her top out and handed it to Xavier, continuing to stare up at the large
black man. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Norman shouted, "Honey,
turn to face me. Xavier, get out of the frame." The shirt was too bulky
on Ameena, but still the material clung to certain parts of Ameena's
body that made Norman's penis hard as he took his wife's picture.

"Hold on Norman, the shirt needs adjusting," said Xavier. The black man
stepped back into the frame. He kneeled, grabbed the hem of the tee
shirt and pulled it tightly down. Big black hands then patted the shirt
down all over Ameena's body, even her breasts.

Norman was briefly distracted by the bulge in Xavier's briefs. It looked
like the black man's dick was struggling to get into the same excited
state, his own was. The briefs looked as though they might burst at any
moment. Then Norman turned his attention on Ameena and started pressing
the shutter button as quickly as his camera would take pictures. Ameena
was looking down her body in shock and her arms were rising to cover her
breasts. She was obviously showing more skin then she had intended. The
shirt tightly hugged her entire body and was completely see-thru. The
dark outline of her bikini bottom was visible as well as her dark nipples which Norman's camera easily detected as being extremely hard. "Come on honey you were doing great," said Norman.

"Yeah, dey was some of da sexiest pictures I ever seen," said Xavier.
"You shouldn't cover a body like yours."

Norman was surprised, but delighted when Ameena seemed to listen to the
black man. She closed her eyes and forced her arms down to her sides
showing off her breasts. When she reopened her eyes she smiled at the
camera and started posing. Norman had never seen his wife look sexier.
"Would you take off the bottoms?" he asked after taking a few pictures.

Ameena looked up at Xavier then back at her husband. "No, I couldn't do
that," she replied.

"I'd like some of the shirt clinging to your ass cheeks."

"I gots me an idea," said Xavier. "Turn yo backside to the camera
woman," he said, walking over to Ameena. The black man reached down and
pulled up the tee shirt until Ameena's ass was exposed. She had a tight,
small ass, perfectly formed and it was one of her best features. She
squealed as Xavier grabbed the material and yanked it up. Her bikini
bottoms slid up between her ass cheeks, nearly disappearing.

Norman took a quick shot of Ameena's bare ass with Xavier's hand giving
her a wedgie before Xavier pulled the tee shirt back down. His big black
hands cupped both her ass cheeks until the shirt clung to them as much
as it clung to the rest of her body. Norman snapped some more fantastic
shots when Xavier stepped out of the picture.

"Good," said Xavier, "now lets try some with the shirt off."

"No way," said Ameena. She looked around the empty beach as if worried
someone might see her. Norman noticed she didn't seem to be bothered by
the black man's presence anymore.

"I gots me an idea." Xavier walked behind Ameena and rapidly began
tugging her shirt up. Ameena brought her arms across her breasts to stop
him from stripping her. "Relax babe, I'm just gonna tie your shirt up."
Ameena removed her arms and looked into Xavier's eyes as he tied her
shirt in a knot over her belly. His hands briefly moved between her
breasts as he grabbed the shirt end.

Norman gulped with awe. His sexy, but publicly shy wife was standing on
the beach with just a wisp of fabric covering her pubic region, her ass
exposed, her curvy olive colored belly with it's pierced navel on
display, and the bottoms of her breasts hanging out of a tight wet tee
shirt that revealed her hard swollen nipples. Norman's hands were
shaking as he took pictures of his hot Arab-American wife. Standing on
the sand, she looked the prize of some desert sheikh, a harem girl
stripped down for her master. The only problem was the giant black man
kept getting into the picture.

"How about you take that top off now?" asked Xavier. "Let your husband
get some nudes."

Ameena was kneeling, legs parted, arms behind her back, holding her hair
up. She turned to look up at Xavier. There was a long pause and Norman
almost thought she might do it. "No, I'm not ready yet." Her eyes
traveled down Xavier's body and locked on to his crotch.
Norman didn't blame her. He could easily imagine the monster those
briefs contained ripping through the material at any moment. He zoomed
in on the man's crotch and took a quick picture. Kneeling, Ameena
couldn't see it, but Xavier's briefs were so stretched, it was as if
he'd gained six inches on his waist. The camera easily made out the
man's pubic hair through the opening. Norman zoomed back out until
Ameena's face was visible again.

Several things suddenly happened almost simultaneously. Xavier's thumbs
hooked into his briefs as he said, "Well I'll pose nude, if you won't."
The thumbs pulled downwards. In shock, Norman's hands pressed on the
shutter locking the focus. Ameena's mouth fell open as the massive black
cock burst out from it's confinement. Norman took the picture just as
the cock pressed against Ameena's lips.

"Jesus!" muttered Norman, more in awe of the sight of Xavier's cock then
appalled by the fact Xavier was brushing the tip of his dick across
Ameena's lips. The huge dark brown cock was more then twice the size of
Norman's 6" penis and more then twice as thick. Norman figured it must
be around 14" long. Norman's whole body seemed frozen in shock except
for his index finger which kept tapping the shutter button taking
pictures.

Norman finally realized that it was his wife's mouth, Xavier was poking
his cock against. Norman could even see the black man's precum coating
her lips. "Ameena!" he said, to get her attention. She jumped as if
startled, like she'd forgotten he was even there. Ameena pulled back,
but Xavier's beefy hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled
forwards. Ameena didn't resist at first. Her lips parted and nearly the
entire plum-sized head of Xavier's cock pushed into her mouth. Ameena
pulled back and Xavier let her go. When his cock head reappeared it was
shiny and glistening as if she had licked it.

"I think we've had enough for the day," said Norman. He was sweating
though the day was chilly.

"No, lets get some more pictures," said Xavier. "We'll stay tasteful. Just some R rated contrasts. Ameena, put your hand on my cock."

"How is that tasteful?" asked Norman, watching his wife reach up to grab
the black man's cock.

"Just some size comparisons. Now start taking some pictures. Ameena, you
know what I mean by size comparisons, don't you?" Xavier smirked as
Ameena nodded and quickly glanced at Norman's crotch.

Norman snapped pictures and something strange began happening. He got an
erection. It was impossible not to find the scene before him overly
erotic. The black man's cock was so perfectly superior to any penis
Norman had ever seen and it suited Ameena's perfect body well. Ameena
appeared completely entranced by it. Her small hand was gripping the
base, the fingers not touching. Soon her hand moved up to squeeze the
huge knobby head. Her hand slid back down to the base, then back up. His
wife was actually stroking the black man's cock!

"Whoa there, I think that's enough." Norman didn't like the way the
black man glared at him.

"Get some shots of this," said Xavier.

Norman took more pictures as Xavier moved to superimpose his cock across
Ameena's face. His fourteen inch cock was longer then her face was wide
and he held his cock right under her nose. She seemed to be smelling it.

"Norm, gets your ass over here. I gots some more ideas. Stand behind me
and take some looking down my chest."

Norman walked over towards Xavier as the black man positioned himself in
front of Ameena. Xavier's giant black hand rested on her forehead,
pushing her head back and up. His cock was now superimposed over
Ameena's face, vertically, splitting her face in two. Conscious of his
erection, Norman stood behind Xavier and reached around the giant man to
take a picture of Ameena looking up at Xavier's face. She still seemed
to be smelling it and liking what she smelled.

Ameena was right. It did smell and standing so close to Xavier, Norman
could smell it too. The odor was pure masculine sexuality. He liked it
too, but his penis suddenly went from being as hard as it had ever been
to completely limp. Worse, Norman's penis started to shrink like he had
just jumped in freezing water. Even his balls began to contract. Norman
stepped away from the black man and he felt like a complete wimp.  

"Lets step these pics up a notch," said Xavier. "We'll take some
suggestive shots. Why don't you take your top off?""

"I can't."

Norman felt a surge of pride in his wife for resisting the persuasive
man. The look on her face suggested she was struggling with the idea,
however.

Norman had a folded up blanket near his tripod and Xavier walked over to
get it. The black man's huge banana cock bobbed before him as he opened
the blanket up and spread it on the sand. "Come get down on all fours on
the blanket," said Xavier to Ameena. "We can still get some good
pictures for your collection." He positioned himself on his knees behind
Ameena. "Norm, get some close-ups of her face and back."

Norman moved in front of Ameena. Xavier rose up a little and rested his
cock against her ass cheeks, the head rising well up past the small of
her back. "Zoom in on my cock to remind you of what a real man's prick
looks like," said Xavier. "Now I'm going to push it down like we're
fucking. Ameena, look like I've just buried this big boy in your twat."

"Ooh," moaned Ameena softly as Xavier slid the long length of his cock
down her ass cheeks. "OH!" she moaned louder. "What are you doing?"

Norman jumped up and looked at Xavier. The black man had pushed his
cock head against Ameena's slit. Just a thin strip of bikini protected
her pussy from getting penetrated by that monster. Xavier pushed hard
and nearly half an inch of his fat cock head pushed the material into
Ameena's pussy. Norman moved around to get a picture and noticed how wet
the material of her bikini was. Worse, it's color was darkening as more
and more lubrication began soaking it. The black man's precum was also
leaving it's mark on this side of her bikini. The sticky stuff was
pouring out of the black man's pee-slit in copious amounts and Norman
could see trails of it on Ameena's thighs. "Let's try a different
position," said Norman after Ameena let out a loud frustrated moan of
yearning."

"Turn over." Xavier leaned back so that Ameena could roll over on her
back. The shirt had ridden up high and it still clung to her bare
breasts. She looked incredibly sexy in that pose. Xavier moved up
between her legs and pushed his cock down against the entrance to her
pussy again. Norman noticed the black man rub and press his cock head
along her slit. Ameena squirmed as he did it. Xavier then raised his
cock up and inched his way forward, pressing his cock down on her
crotch. The shaft covered her pubic hair, the slight swell under her
navel, and pushed just past her belly button. "Big ain't it?" Both
Ameena and Norman nodded in agreement.

Xavier backed up and Norman hoped the black man was done. Instead,
Xavier rose up and straddled her crotch, sitting down on Ameena's belly.
He pressed his cock down between Ameena's breasts and pounded her chin
with the head of his cock. "Stick your tongue out and pretend to lick
it," he ordered.

Ameena arched her neck and did as she was told. There was little
pretending though, Xavier often directed his cock to slide against her
tongue and it left more precum behind on her lips. Several times Norman
noticed her tongue moved to follow his cock.

Norman had seen enough when Xavier pushed his cock down between Ameena's
breasts. His big black hands grabbed the sides of her breasts, pushing
them up and together until they held his cock between them. The wet
shirt still clung to her nipples and Norman could see how excited they
were, until the black man's thumbs reached up to touch them. The index
fingers soon joined the thumbs, his digits twirling Ameena's nipples
between them. Ameena was moaning and trying to thrust her hips up, but
Xavier's weight held her down.

Norman took a few steps closer to put an end to this, but as he got
within a foot of Xavier, his legs suddenly felt weak. He couldn't move
them. Even his hands were shaky and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
Norman was ashamed by his behaviour. He opened his mouth to demand
Xavier to stop, but the words choked in his throat. Xavier was slowly
working his hands under Ameena's shirt and soon became the second man to
ever touch Norman's wife's bare breasts. Xavier then pulled back and pushed his cock too under her shirt. The head thrust out through the blouse to poke Ameena in the chin which she was holding down on her chest still trying to lick his cock. As Norman fought to stop this, Xavier raised his hands up by the wrists and Ameena's shirt slipped up his hands until her breasts were freed.

"Look mate, get some fucking pictures will ya?"

Norman snapped out of it and took a step back not even noticing Xavier
had slipped into his accent. The black man glared at him until Norman
brought the camera up and started snapping pictures. The black man
pulled his cock back until it freed itself of her bunched up blouse.
When he thrust it back, it reared up and found Ameena's mouth. The black
man was now titty fucking Norman's wife and she was willingly catching
the head of his cock in her mouth. Norman obediently continued taking
pictures.

The focus on Norman's camera was having trouble locking. He looked up
from the display and saw that Xavier was now bucking his hips so fast,
his thrusting cock was a blur. Ameena's breasts were smashed together
around his cock and the black man's fingers were tugging and twirling
her nipples. "Get ready for the money shot," growled the black man.

"Better close your mouth, honey," said Norman. Ameena looked over at
him, her expression confused. It was almost like she didn't recognize
her own husband. She was also looking at him like he was crazy. "Ameena,
he's about to cum." She always refused not only to swallow, but to even
let Norman cum in her mouth.

"You don't want to close your mouth, do you?" asked Xavier. Ameena's
eyes quickly returned to looking up Xavier's muscular body glistening
with sweat. Her answer was to open her mouth wider and the black man's
cock head began disappearing inside her mouth with each thrust.
"Get ready Norman. Now!"

Norman pressed the shudder and held it so that the camera began taking
progressive shots. The first caught Xavier's cock head emerging from
Ameena's mouth a fan of white semen spraying between her lips. The still
spraying head entered her mouth again. When it emerged it leaped upwards
out of control and shot an amazingly large wad of cum completely
covering Ameena's face and hair. Norman caught a quick sight of Ameena's
open mouth completely filled with sperm. Her mouth disappeared as his
cock thrust over it and shot another strand of cum over her face. When
her mouth reappeared, it was empty. Norman could have jacked off into a
glass every day for a year and the amount wouldn't have equaled one
strand of Xavier's multiple orgasms, but then the black man's balls were
five times the size of Norman's.

Ameena was actually arching her neck to catch his cock head in her mouth
again. She succeeded a couple times and Norman caught sight of her
gulping. Xavier was still cumming when he quickly slid back and stood.
He shot the last few strands of sperm on Ameena's breasts, each wad
skillfully striking her nipples.

Norman turned away from the sight of the big black man standing over
Norman's sperm covered wife. He held the camera down with one hand and
rubbed his temples with the next. He brought the camera back up and
checked the last few pictures. They were perfect, but there was no real
reason for him to keep a memento of this horrible day. Norman's finger
was poised on the delete button as he turned around.

"Get the camera ready," ordered Xavier. Norman looked up with a start. Ameena was down on all fours facing the camera while Xavier was kneeling behind her in the doggy position. "Get some pictures for your collection that look like we're fucking."

Norman did take some shots from in front of Ameena. Her large breasts
were swinging under her as Xavier moved her hips back and forth. Norman
noticed her blouse was now completely off and laying on the sand. Even
Norman had to admit their perfect bodies did look good together.

"Come get some close-ups of my cock."

Norman walked around and was startled yet again. Xavier's cock was
completely hard again. It was so hard, it looked as if he hadn't cum in
months let alone minutes ago. The black man raised himself up enough to
push his cock down so that the head was pointed at Ameena's asshole. He
had her ass cheeks spread and her cute little puckered hole was on
display with Xavier's fourteen inch cock poised to penetrate it.

"Now some of me getting ready to fuck her."

Norman watched the fat knobby cock head move down. "Hey!" said Norman.
"She's not wearing her panties." Indeed, her bikini bottoms were laying
in the sand beside her blouse.

"No shit, dumbass. Get some close-ups."

Norman zoomed in on the black man's cock and subsequently Ameena's
pussy. Norman's wife's pussy was so aroused and engorged it looked like
it was throbbing. It was also soaked with her arousal and dripping
lubrication. "Don't put it in her," said Norman watching Xavier's cock
head rub along Ameena's slit until it too glistened with her juices.
"Hey watch it!" Norman looked up from the viewfinder as Ameena's labia
began spreading open around Xavier's cock head.

"Oh god, yes," moaned Ameena.

Norman looked down at the viewfinder. Xavier's cock head had disappeared
entirely. "Stop, pull it out. Pull it out."

"You want me to pull it out?" Xavier asked Ameena.

"Yes." The look on Ameena's face wasn't convincing and when Xavier
worked his cock around a bit, slowly starting to withdraw she changed
her mind. "No! No, it feels too good." Ameena looked conflicted, but
also more aroused then she'd ever been. "Just let him keep a little of
it in me, Norman."

"Damn it," said Norman. He was too scared of the black man to make him
pull it out. "Don't push any more in and don't you dare cum in her
pussy. She's not on birth control."  As soon as Norman said it, Xaver's
cock thrust another inch deeper as if the black man had momentarily lost
control.

"Ameena, I'll just get some shots of it in you, then we'll call it a
day, ok?"

"Oh-kay." Ameena drew out the word so that it was more of a moan.

"Don't let him push any more in."

"Don't worry Norm, I wouldn't want to turn your wife into a black cock
loving slut. Would I?"

"Wait a minute, your accent, you're our gardener."

"Right mate. I heard you talking about coming here to take pictures.
Your wife is such a sexy number, I just had to see her posing in her
bikini. I had no idea you wanted to see her pose like this with another
man."

"I didn't," said Norman. "Whoa there, pull out a little, it looks like
another inch has slipped in."

Xavier moved his hands up to Ameena's ribs and pushed. Norman was pleased to see the black man was obeying him and slowly removing the three or four inches of cock he'd pushed inside Ameena's pussy. Unfortunately, he was pushing down too hard on Ameena's upper back. Disaster struck. Ameena's arms collapsed. She fell forwards, her face hitting the sand, her ass still up thrust. Xavier also fell forward. The tip of his cock had been partially inside her pussy and it now shot forwards, pushing deeper then Norman had ever been.

"No, pull out, pull out," screamed Norman.

Xavier pushed up, but fell again, and his cock thrust even deeper this
time. "Sorry," said the black man. Xavier sat back on his knees, but
stupidly held on to Ameena's waist as he did so, in effect pulling her
into his cock. Norman was horrified to see that Ameena had just taken
nearly a foot of thick black cock. Xavier let her go so that she ended
up on all fours again. He tried to pull out, but for some reason pushed
forwards again. Ameena's head fell back to the blanket. Xavier
apparently gave up trying to pull it out. He held still with close to
thirteen inches of cock buried in Ameena's pussy.

Ameena whimpered. Her knuckles were grabbing handfuls of sand through
the blanket. "Yes," she hissed. Norman could barely hear her. Her whole
body jerked a little.

Xavier remained still, apparently not moving, but in reality he was
making his cock jerk inside her pussy. "Come around and get
some close-ups, fool."

Ameena raised her head. Her brow was sweating and she was sucking her
lower lip inside her mouth. She shook her head, not wanting Norman to go
look. "Aah," she cried, suddenly her lip coming out of her mouth to
quiver a little.

Norman moved around until he could see Xavier's thick black sausage
crammed inside his wife's pussy. Norman was no longer the only man to
put his dick inside Ameena. Her labia and thighs were soaked. He held
the camera up and zoomed in on their crotches. The viewfinder clearly
caught fluid running out of Ameena's pussy, flowing down the visible
part of the black man's shaft until it dripped off his balls. Ameena had
orgasmed! The camera close-up also showed the black man's cock jerking.
Norman took the picture.

"Why didn't you want your husband to look at your pussy?" asked Xavier.

"I didn't want him to know that I came."

"Show her what it looks like, Norman."

Norman switched to view mode and brought the picture up on the camera.
He held it up before Ameena's eyes. Ameena stared at it. "Oh god! That's
what's in me? Yes, so big, fuck yes. I'm cumming again."

"You like that big cock, dontcha?"

"Yes. I love it. I've never cum like that. Your big black cock is the
best ever. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

Norman felt heartbroken. He'd never been able to give Ameena orgasms
until this summer. Her unusual state of arousal had her cumming each
time they fucked, but Norman had to put a lot more effort into it.
Still, it had been the best sex of their marriage until now. Xavier had
started slowly withdrawing it and pushing it in. He wasn't waiting for
Norman's permission, but Norman gave in anyway. "Go ahead and fuck the
slut."

"Don't mind if I do." Xavier then proceeded to give Ameena the fucking
of her life. His cock became a blur as the black man began slamming it
in and out with enough force, Norman could hear his balls slapping on
her thighs.

Norman waited for Xavier to pull out. No man can go that fast or last
that long, he thought. However, Xavier didn't slow down and Ameena
continued to have orgasms. In fact, she seemed to be having one long
continuous orgasm or series of orgasms. Her body was quivering and she
was moaning loudly, also grunting each time his balls slapped her
thighs.

Norman took pictures, lots of pictures. Ameena's moans turned to a loud
scream. Norman looked up to see that Xavier had pushed his thumb into
her ass. Her scream wasn't from pain. It was from her orgasms increasing
in intensity.

"Next time, I'm gonna fuck that ass, slut."

"Anything you want," cried Ameena between orgasms. Norman didn't plan on
there being a next time, but was smart enough to realize, he might not
have a choice. Xavier suddenly stopped thrusting. He held his cock
buried as deep as it would go. Ameena's eyes rolled up in the back of
her head. Her body went limp as the biggest orgasm yet took control of
her body.

Norman felt relieved as he watched Xavier pull his cock out just in time. Sperm was spraying out of the tip as his hard, rampant cock appeared over her ass. Norman couldn't help being awed by it. His finger pressed the shudder capturing a long strand of semen shooting up, over Ameena's back. Xavier continued to cum, sperm pooling in the small of Ameena's back. It was an incredible amount, but less then he had the first time.

Xavier finally stood, his fourteen inch cock slowly deflating. Norman
went over to his wife as the black man retrieved his clothes. "You
alright, honey?" asked Norman shaking his wife. She barely stirred, but
she did moan contentedly. Xavier was dressed now. He walked over and
picked the camera off the blanket. He started looking at the pictures.
Norman had a sudden fear that Ameena's pussy would never return to
normal after fucking Xavier's monster cock. He bent around to look at it
and gasped in horror. Ameena's pussy lips were spread open around a
large hole the width of Xavier's dick. Worse, sperm was pouring out of
the hole, soaking the blanket. "Asshole, I told you not to cum in her
pussy."

"That's no way to talk to your wife's boss, wimp." Xavier turned away
and started jogging off.

Norman had no idea what he was talking about and gave the black man the
finger, but only when he was sure Xavier wouldn't catch him. Ameena
didn't budge for close to half an hour until Norman informed her there
were people heading their way. She dressed in her bikini and Norman
helped his weak wife get back to their car. At home, he helped put
Ameena to bed. Provided she wasn't pregnant, he hoped they could forget
about this incident. Determined to erase the pictures, he retrieved his
camera and turned it on.

The words “No memory card“, flashed on the screen.

The End