New one from Stealthbomer

 I just added The Meeting by Stealthbomber over in the E&I section.

I'm slowly pecking at Mothers and Sons. I'm also working on my own E&I story that should be in the shorter range. 

Another From Stealthbomber

 Lynn Cassidy’s story:

By Stealthbomber

Note: ‘Lynn Cassidy’ is based on Cassandra Lynn

Lynn fidgeted in the waiting room, it was done up very classy, all chrome, glass, and mirrors, like the

fancy reception room outside.

The building it was housed in was an anonymous looked office and factory block, identical to

hundreds of others Lynn had seen.

It was the California HQ of E&I Entertainment, a few hour’s drive from LA in the valley, and that Lynn

had found herself here was something she was not too pleased about.

She had auditioned for Playhouse and was sure she would have gotten the gig and been playpet of

the month easily.

She was blonde, had big fake tits, but good ones, expensive ones, she had baby blue eyes and the

face of an angel with a killer body, she even had the obligatory, cute tattoo in the small of her back,

of a butterfly.

She had worked the rounds of the usual strip clubs and car and bike events, but the Playhouse gig

was supposed to be her big break, it was supposed to lift her out of the muck of the ordinary and

into a world where she could snag herself a decent meal ticket.

She hated working if she was honest, and a succession of rich boyfriends and sugar daddies had left

her craving the better things in life that were handed to her without her doing much in the way of

actual work.

Sure, she had to suck and fuck to get what she wanted, but that was nothing to her. She had long

ago learned to fake any reaction or emotion that she needed to get what she wanted.

Her looks were her ticket to a better life, and she had been determined to use them to take her as

far as she wanted to go.

Which was why she was grumpy, she had been fired from a string of stripping jobs for turning up

late, I mean fuck them, it was stripping, not a 9 to 5 Office job! With her Playhouse deal having fallen

through and with several car show gigs she usually replied on having cancelled on her she was

running out of cash.

Her agent had suggested that she consider ‘commercial work’ a thinly veiled euphemism for porno,

and she had fired him on the spot for even suggesting such a thing to her.

As money had dried up she had tried to hit up a few contacts she still had in the stripping business,

and Cherri, a stripper she had worked with on and off, came through for her.

Apparently this E&I Enterprises, though a porno outfit, did glamor modelling also. Cherri assured her

that the place was totally legit, and that the demand for glamour work was steady and that the

money was decent enough.

Lynn had checked the company out, it seemed to do mainly interracial porno from what she could

see, and the uncensored pictures she came across were disgusting, just disgusting. Big filthy negro’s,

all of them with obviously fake cocks, fucking white women.

The glamor side of E&I seemed to be much smaller, and their definition of ‘glamour’ was much more

risqué than Lynn was comfortable with.

But in the end it had come down to money, she was flat broke and three months behind on the rent,

and the money she could make in one hard core scene with E&I would easily pay off her rent. She

had seen the various amounts that could be made depending on the scene, and despite her

misgivings it looked like porn paid best.

She would have to have sex with black men though, something which she was still not altogether

sure she was comfortable with.

So, she had taken a Valium and a Paxil before she had left her apartment, she avoided looking at the

pile of bills that were in her letterbox, no doubt all ‘final notice’ ones.

But now she sat squirming and waiting for her interview with a producer at E&I. On the TV CNN was

playing, she was staring at it, but her attention was not being held by what was being shown or

spoken about.

Instead, she was totally aware of how horny she felt, of how her nipples were straining the fabric of

the top she was wearing, of how her pussy was utterly soaked and that the slightest movement

would cause her engorged clit to rub against the fabric of her sodden panties.

She had worn kitten heeled sandals, hipster jeans that fitted low and snug to her hips, and a white

halter top that showed off a wide expanse of her taut stomach and its piercing, a barbell at the top

with two chains dangling from it, each chain ending in a tiny star. The halter top was skimpy and

showed a considerable amount of cleavage and the straps narrowed as they ran up her chest and

shoulders until they were less than a quarter an inch wide where the met at the back of her neck.

The sides also narrowed as the transitioned into the back until the material across her back was

barely as wide as the back of a bra.

Despite this she was sweating, the waiting room seemed to be far too stuffy, as if the aircon was not

working properly.

She had gulped down several cups of cool water from the dispenser, some brand she had never

heard of before, Naïve Aqua Blanc or something like that. But rather than cooling her down it had

only seemed to make her feel hotter and more bothered, and much more aroused.

When she got home she would be going straight to the shower to cool off, no, fuck that, she would

be going straight to her trusty vibrator to take the edge off this horniness.

Strange thoughts were coming unbidden into her head, those images of black men fucking white

women that had so disgusted her were flashing before her mind’s eye, and she was not reacting to

them with disgust.

Far from it, Lynn was beginning to feel even more horny if such a thing was possible at the heated

images that she was replaying in her mind.

Of course, what Lynn did not know was that the TV was steadily flashing subliminal messages, stills

from E&I interracial porn films, all captioned with messages about the sexual superiority of black

men, and how pleasurable sex with black men was for white women.

“Miss Cassidy? Miss Cassidy?” she was interrupted from her daydreaming by the receptionist, and

stunning, Californian blonde, who Lynn had taken an instant dislike to from the moment she had laid

eyes on her.

“Wha….I mean sorry, I mean yes?” she stumbled over her words, annoyed that she looked foolish in

front of this oh so pretty, oh so perfect looking bitch.

The girl made Lynn feel ugly, so perfect did she look, and Lynn hated anything and anyone that made

her feel ugly.

“Mister Johnson will see you now miss Cassidy, up the stairs down the hallway to the third office on

the left from the end.”

“Thank you,” Lynn replied, while screaming ‘bitch’ at the top of her voice in her head.

Making her way to the location Lynn noticed that the walls were covered in glossy posters of all the

female stars that E&I had on its books, all scantily clad and all draped across or around semi naked

black men. All the black men were built like the most powerful bodybuilders Lynn and ever seen, all

seemed to be wearing shorts or underwear with obscenely, impossibly large bulges where their

penis should be.

She shook her head at the visions that these glossy posters threatened to flood her mind with and

approached the door the receptionist had indicated.

Before entering the office, she ducked into what was the ladies rest room as indicated by the sign on

the door and she fixed up her makeup and hair, and generally making sure she looked perfect. On a

whim she applied a thick coating of pink lip gloss to her lips, her lipstick she was wearing was a shade

of pink anyway, but this lip gloss was very pink, and very glossy. It was called Heartbreaker Glitter Lip

Gloss and Lynn smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she lathered it onto her lips.

Putting the lip gloss away she pouted her lips and gave herself a little twirl in the mirror, perfect, she

looked perfect.

She did not question why she did this, only that it made her feel good about herself and that if it

made her feel good she would do it.

She shook her head at the visions that these glossy posters threatened to flood her mind with and

knocked on the door the receptionist had indicated.

The door opened and Lynn could not help but let out a little, involuntary gasp, a huge and very

handsome black man stood there, and she was shocked by her instinctive reaction to him.

“Miss Cassidy, please come in, I’m Max Johnson,” he said, his voice rumbling and deep, smooth, and

setting all sorts of butterflies jangling in her stomach.

The man turned away from her and strode over to the desk at the far end of the office and sat down.

She had admired the view of his broad shoulders and narrow waist as he had walked away from her,

the short-sleeved top he was wearing seemed to be rather snug on him, and his biceps and forearms

were huge and corded with hard muscle.

The office had a L shaped couch against the outer and side wall, a coffee table and then a desk with

two chairs in front of it and one behind it. The look was sleeky modern, European looking but it

struck Lynn as looking more like a film set than a real office, there was something off about it,

something too sterile, too perfect.

One wall was partially a floor to ceiling mirror, and she could not resist checking herself out in it. She

looked like a million dollars as she smiled at her reflection, there was no way this Johnson negro

would turn her down. Yes she was going to make a porno, but she would insist on a white male co-

star, yes she made her mind up, a white male co-star.

Johnson indicated with a hand that she should sit, though she had been moving to sit down anyway,

not waiting to be bid sit, least of all by him.

Lynn tossed her hair as she sat down and turned her smile up to maximum and beamed at Johnson.

Strangely this Max Johnson barely seemed to react to her, by now most men would be desperately

trying to make conversation with her.

After a rather uncomfortable silence he spoke again, “Miss Cassidy, you have indicated that you are

interested in coming to work for us, is that correct?”

“Yes, erh yes, yes, yes I am, yes…” Lynn stumbled over her words, cursing herself for her misstep.

Max Johnson smiled thinly at this and suddenly got up and went over to a water cooler and poured a

cup of water into a disposable plastic cup. He walked over to her and placed the cup on the desk

before her and returned to sit behind the desk.

“Drink,” he commanded, “you are nervous Miss Cassidy, it’s perfectly normal to be nervous.”

Before Lynn could protest that she was not thirsty she had the cup at her lips and she gulped its cool

contents all down, it had a very slight salty aftertaste she noticed, probably some expensive mineral

water. She placed the now empty plastic cup on the desk before her.

“Has the nature of what we do here been explained to you?” Max Johnson asked her in a

conversational manner, she felt a heat starting to rise to her face, she was blushing, she was fucking

blushing, she never blushed, unless she wanted or more importantly needed to!

“Ye-Yes, it, it has been explained to me, yes,” again she stumbled over her answer, just what the fuck

was wrong with her she wondered, she was acting like an idiot.

“And you have no issues with this?”

“N-no, no, no, issues, Mister Johnson,” she very nearly swore out loud at her stuttering, just what

was wrong with her. Bad enough that the desperate, aching hot wetness in her pussy was back with

a vengeance, but her nipples were straining the thin fabric of her halter top, sticking out where she

was sure Max Johnson could see.

Strangely he appeared to be ignoring her very obviously erect nipples, “Tell me about your acting

experience miss Cassidy,” he said in that deep, masculine and if Lynn had to admi it, sexy voice of

his.

“My, my acting?” she replied, her mind suddenly drawing a blank, why would he be interested in her

acting? “Well, I performed in a few plays in High School,” she eventually blurted out, her words

sounding foolish and stupid to her mind.

“I meant more along the lines of sucking cock in the production miss Cassidy,” Max Johnson replied,

his voice sounding cruel and dominant to her ears.

“No, well I mean no, erh, I, I mean yes…” she ran out of words, too flustered to say anything else.

“Do you have your portfolio with you miss Cassidy?” Max Johnson asked, another question of his

catching her off guard, her what now?

“My, my portfolio?” she asked, vaguely aware that she sounded just like some stupid bimbo.

“Yes, your portfolio, you know, pictures or videos of you modelling, that sort of thing,” came the

rather annoyed response from Max Johnson.

“Oh yes! I mean ummmh, I mean no, erh, was I supposed to bring a portfolio?” she asked, a plaintive

and slightly petulant tone evident even to her in her voice.

“Without a portfolio how am I to judge your suitability for the roles I would like to cast you in?”

asked Max Johnson, his words slow and careful, like he was explaining this to a child.

Lynn did not reply to that, stumped, she was sure she would remember if she had been asked to

bring a portfolio, wouldn’t she?

“You are wasting my time miss Cassidy, but in the interests of not wasting any more of my valuable

time I want you to strip naked for me, now.”

Lynn gasped, “strip, you want me to strip, to strip naked, like now?”

“Yes of course, how else am I to judge what roles you would be suitable for if I don’t know how you

look naked?”

Lynn considered this for a second or two, it was difficult to think straight, there was a smell just on

the edge of her consciousness, a heady, musky smell that reminded her of, what did it remind her

of? Oh yes, cocks, there was a smell of cocks tickling her nose. But not a nasty smell, no, a delicious,

manly, musky smell, and she inhaled deeply to catch the faint whiff of it, she wished the smell was

stronger though.

“Miss Cassidy?” Max Johnson’s voice cut through her daydreaming.

“Wha, I mean yes mas, I mean mister Johnson?”

A smirk played across Johnson’s very handsome face, he really was very handsome, even if he was

black, and she knew he had a nice body. And if she had to admit it right now she was powerfully

attracted to him, despite having never considered black men in any way attractive. Maybe, maybe

she might consider having a black co-star? If he was as handsome as Max Johnson she could see

herself coming round to the idea of getting paid to have sex with a black man.

“Miss Cassidy, I believe you were going to strip naked for me?”

“I, I was? Oh yes, I was, yes strip,” she stood up and moved back a few feet, Max Black also standing

up and coming to stand before the desk, leaning back slightly against it.

She started by removing her halter top, she was wearing no bra underneath, her fake tits were perky

enough to stand proud without the need for a bra. As she removed her jeans, she noticed that

Johnson’s eyes followed the swaying of her tits. Good, that was good.

On a whim she slipped back on her kitten heel sandals and then shimmied out of her panties, a low

rising thong that would not show above the tops of her hipster jeans.

She had not stinted on trips to the tanning salon or on other beauty treatments, despite her strained

financial situation. She had not skipped the gym either and she was proud of her body, expensive

laser hair removal treatment meant that her underarms and legs never needed to be shaved and her

pussy all the way from the front as far back as her asshole was total bald and hair free.

“Very nice Miss Cassidy, very nice,” Mister Johnson said, his eyes roving over her naked body, she

made no move to cover herself up or to even start dressing again, these thoughts simply did not

enter Lynn Cassidy’s head.

It seemed completely natural for her to be standing naked in front of a tall, powerful, masculine

black man, and she shivered deliciously at these thoughts. Her nipples were standing so stiff they

were almost painfully erect, and her pussy was aching, literally aching. She needed to get fucked,

and she needed to get fucked badly. Maybe, maybe she would let Max Johnson fuck her after this

was all over?

“While you are very beautiful Miss Cassidy, I’m afraid I have no real way of judging your talent for

the role I would like to cast you in,” said Max Johnson, still standing by the desk.

“Talent mister Johnson, what, I mean, I, how do you mean?” she asked, suddenly unsure what he

was asking her.

“Have you ever sucked a black cock before Miss Cassidy?”

“Suck, suck black cock?” she replied, stunned by these crude words, suddenly very, very aware that

she was standing naked before a huge, muscular black man, she wanted to cover herself up, she

wanted to grab her clothes and put them back on. She wanted to leave; Lynn knew that she had to

get out of here now!

“Yes Miss Cassidy, have you ever sucked a big black cock?” Max Johnson’s words seeming to still her

thoughts of panicked flight.

“I’ll take that as a no,” came the dry and ironic reply of Max Johnson when she failed to reply.

Lynn felt her panic rising again, the thoughts of fleeing once again bubbling up into her

consciousness,

“Well now you see that’s a problem,” remarked Max Johnson, stepping away from the desk to stand

right before her, she craned her neck up to look into his handsome face. Lynn was absolutely aware

of his sheer masculine presence looming over her, and all thoughts of leaving died in her mind.

Instead, she wanted to do what Max Johnson said, she wanted to obey him, she was sure that she

would do anything he would ask of her.

“You see I need someone who can suck a big black cock.”

“Do you?” she asked, “need someone to suck a big black cock?” her voice sounded strange to her

ears, like that of a tiny and frightened little girl.

“I do Lynn, may I call you Lynn?”

When she did not answer Max Johnson continued, “I need you to demonstrate to me that you can

handle a big black cock Lynn. Can you do that, can you handle a big black cock? Can you suck my big

black cock?”

Lynn Cassidy would never in a million years thought that she would find herself in the situation she

currently found herself in, and a part of her knew that she should leave immediately, and never

come back. But she looked up into Max Johnson’s eyes, saw the command there, the power, the

dominance and any shred of willpower she had vanished.

“Get on your knees and take out my big black cock?” Max Johnson said in a matter-of-fact tone and

Lynn sank to her knees before she even knew she was doing it and eyed the huge bulge in Max

Johnson’s trousers with a shiver of fear, he must have a massive cock.

“Take it out slut,” he commanded in a cold, hard voice, so she did, struggling to release him from his

trousers, until his cock finally sprang free, slapping her face and leaving a trail of liquid across her

cheek.

“OH MY GOD!” Lynn gasped, in utter shock, face to face with her first black cock, she coughed as an

overpowering male odour assaulted her nostrils, the musky smell pungent and intoxicating. She

instantly recognised the smell; it was the smell she had caught earlier on of cock.

Max let his trousers fall to puddle at his feet, behind the rigid shaft a set of huge, hairy balls swung

low, massive, sized to his match his huge cock.

Lynn stared cross eyed at the monster that bobbed before her face, the cock head was flared and

looked like the head of some lethal, dangerous snake, the pee slit huge and a clear fluid leaking

copiously from it already.

It was jet black, shining in the overhead lights, as thick, no thicker than her forearm, a network of

bulbous veins crisscrossed it. Huge, it was huge was all Lynn could think of as her mouth hung open

in shock.

Max gripped the base of his cock in a beefy hand and dropped his other hand onto her head, pulling

her forwards until his cock head slipped into her open mouth.

“Suck it,” Max Johnson commanded, her muffled protest choked off as his enormous cockhead filled

her mouth completely and touched the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

Lynn looked up at Max Johnson, he had removed his top and she was astonished at the absolute

sculpted perfection of his torso, great slabs and ridges of ebony muscle corded his body, his

shoulders were massive, his chest deep and broad. And Lynn knew that in some strange way she was

where she belonged, on her knees before a perfect specimen of an Alpha black male, with his cock in

her mouth.

She groaned at these thoughts and started slobbering all over Max’s cock, licking, sucking kissing it,

sliding it and out of her mouth, locking her lips fiercely to get as much friction as possible between

her lips and the great flared ridge at the crown of his cock head.

In and out, in and out Lynn sucked, pushing his cock slowly into and down her throat, with every bob

of her head she took a little bit more of Max’s incredible cock into her mouth and down her throat.

It was hard work, Max was by far the largest and thickest cock she had very sucked, he had to be

what, twice as long easily and at least twice, no three times as thick as any previous cock she had

sucked. But Lynn Cassidy was not a quitter and she persevered until finally she felt something tickle

her nose and she opened her eyes.

A wall of black muscle greeted her eyes, and her nose was buried in the thick, black pubes at the

base of Max Johnson’s cock.

“Damm bitch!” He exclaimed, “and on the first try as well! Fuck, you are one talented cock sucking

slut!”

His words were crude and should have annoyed her, but instead Lynn smiled at them, or smiled as

much as you could with fourteen inches of thick black cock in your mouth and throat.

Lynn slowly removed Max’s cock from her throat and mouth, lavishing his cock head with kisses and

licks, before she slurped down along his shaft to nuzzle at his balls. She tried taking them into her

mouth but could not, they were just too big, so instead she settled for giving them a very through

tongue bath.

The smell of him nearly made her choke, so powerful and pungent was it, it was not an unpleasant

smell, the opposite in fact, but it was just so strong.

She was reluctant to remove herself from this worship of his big black nuts, but she remembered

that she had a blow job to perform so she lapped and licked back up along the shaft to enclose his

cock with her mouth again.

She started bobbing her head up and down, again gradually getting deeper and deeper, while at the

same time picking up her pace. She was lost in a haze of cock sucking, soon she was deep throating

all of Max’s cock as fast as she could, his groans and moans telling her that he was enjoying this

treatment.

And that made her happy in a way she could not have believed before, she had never enjoyed giving

blowjobs, but she gave them because they were needed, as they could get her what she wanted.

This was the first blowjob that she was actually enjoying giving, her pussy was tingling and buzzing

like an orgasm was about to come, which it did suddenly. Lynn moaned and groaned around the

black cock that she was impaling her mouth on, lost in pleasure.

Lynn sucked and slurped, sucking Max’s cock with abandon, unaware of the passage of time, focused

only on pleasuring the magnificent ebony phallus in her mouth. All she wanted to do was suck off

Max, to give him the best blowjob he had ever gotten. And despite hating it, Lynn knew that she

would let Max cum in her mouth, she would even swallow his cum gladly, another thing that she

hated doing but which she would do if she needed the guy to do something for her. Though her

pussy ached and needed to be stuffed with cock so badly, a part of Lynn’s mind decided that letting

Max cum in her mouth was what she should do. It was what she knew Max would want, it would

please him, and she wanted to please him so badly.

Lynn did not question these thoughts, did not for a second think that they were odd, strange. As far

as Lynn was concerned, they were completely natural and logical.

Without warning the cock in her mouth stiffened dramatically and bulged, it seemed stuck in her

throat, and Max roared and grunted that he was cumming.

In shock and panic at the thoughts of Max’s cock being stuck in her throat more than anything else

Lynn tugged her head back, dislodging Max’s cock. Her belly felt suddenly full of something warm, as

the cock withdrew from her throat it spasmed and Lynn could feel cum hosing down her throat.

More cum shot forwards and spurted out of her mouth, splashing all over Max’s cock and groin.

The cock slid out of her throat and into her mouth, at this Max’s hands clamped onto her head and

held his cockhead in her mouth.

The huge black cock bucked and bulged, and her mouth was flooded with sperm, her cheeks bulging

out desperately to contain the sheer volume of Max’s spunk that had erupted into her mouth. With

his huge cock head in her mouth his pumping wad had nowhere to go, she had instinctively clamped

her lips as tight to his shaft. She could not gulp the cum down fast enough as Max’s cock spat

another wad into her mouth, the pressure sufficient to blast great ropes of thick cum past her lips.

Gulping as fast as she could Max spurted again, she just about contained this wad, but it was a close-

run thing, her bulging cheeks almost pulling her lips off the desperate lock they had on Max’s cock.

Cum blasted from the tip of Max’s cock again, the force sending a good portion of it straight down

her throat, the rest swirling and mixing in her bulging cheeks, a wave of it overcoming the grip her

lips had on Max’s shaft and pouring out of her mouth, dangling from her chin and the underside of

Max’s cock.

How much cum could one man have Lynn wondered as Max ejaculated again, another huge wad of

thick, hot, tasty sperm filling her mouth, she gulped as quickly as she could, barely swallowing most

of it before Max’s cock erupted again in her mouth, this time his load finally overcame her ability to

swallow and contain his cum.

Max’s sperm blasted out of her mouth, forcing her lips off the slick shaft, Lynn coughing and

spluttering as Max’s cock finally stopped spurting cum.

One of Max’s wads had to be as big as all the sperm she had ever swallowed previously, how was

such a thing possible Lynn wondered, as Max slid his slimy, cum coated cock out of her mouth.

Oh yes, his balls Lynn remembered, they were huge, obscenely sized, that must account for the

amount of cum he could spurt.

She just kneeled there, panting slightly and only barely aware of her surroundings, her lower face

and upper chest covered in slick ropes of cum.

Max Johnson reached down and dragged her to her feet, none too gently, picked her up around her

waist and placed her on her back across the desk, its cold, hard surface jerking her out of her fugue

state.

“Wha, what are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head up to see Max standing between her spread

legs, lining up his cock to fuck her.

“What does it look like bitch! I’m going to fuck you with my big black cock!”

And with that Max shoved himself into her, any protest died on her lips as a scream burst forth

instead.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhh! Stop, stop! Stop, you are huge, you are too big, too big!” Lynn sobbed as Max

ignored her and simply shoved about four inches or so back and forth inside her.

“Too big bitch? Fuck, that’s just the head!” he laughed cruelly, shoving a few more inches inside her

to a series of yelps and cries from her.

Lynn’s pussy felt stuffed, stretched beyond what she thought ever possible, she glanced down to see

what looked like about half of Max’s big black cock was sticking out of her pussy.

Max slid out slowly, his black shaft glistening with her pussy juices and she slid forwards again

equally slowly, and Lynn’s pussy spasmed at this, it seemed to want to clamp onto Max’s cock as it

withdrew.

“Ooooooohhhhhh,” she cooed as Max wiggled his hips as he thrust in and out of her, the friction

against her pussy sending shockwaves of pure pleasure radiating outwards throughout her entire

body.

Max kept up this shallow thrusting, and Lynn started panting and moaning, she could feel an orgasm

building and building and building from the thrusting of Max’s big black cock.

“Fuuuuukkkkk MAX!” she screamed, “Fuuukkkkkk, you’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum, Oh

GOD!!! MAX!!!!!! MAX!!!!!!! CUMMING!!!!!!!!”

The biggest orgasm of her life exploded out from her pussy, her entire body bucking, and she arched

her spine, throwing her head back as the world dissolved into pure, agonisingly pleasurable bliss.

Lynn came down off her orgasmic high as pain stabbed deep in her insides, she was sprawled out on

the desk, drained and everything inside her seemed to be shaking, jarred out of place.

The pain stabbed at her again, and then again, she levered her head up to see Max’s cock hilting all

the way up inside her, his heavy balls slapping gently against her ass.

“Fuuuccckkkk Max,” she breathed, gasping, ”that’s too deep Max, it’s too deep, pull out baby, pull

out, ahhhhhhh.”

Max whipped his cock out of her as if he was stung, Lynn gasping in shock at the sudden withdrawal

of the big black cock that had given her such pleasure It felt somehow wrong that Max had pulled

out of her, she felt empty, empty without him inside her.

“Why, why did you take your cock out Max?” she asked, her voice breaking, she needed him inside

her, she could not bear the thoughts of his cock not being inside her.

Max gripped his cock and smacked her pussy with it, before rubbing the head of his cock over her

pussy, his hard, broad cockhead rubbing roughly against her clit.

“Ahhhhhh!” she gasped, the friction was very pleasurable, but nowhere as good as having Max’s big

black cock inside her. She tried to move her hips to angle her pussy up to trap Max’s cock head, but a

beefy hand of his grabbed her waist and pinned her down to the table.

“Maaaxxx…..” she moaned, “stop teasing me Max, fuck me!”

He ignored her and continued to tease her pussy and clit, “Maxxxxx, please…..please…..fuck me, fuck

me, please!”

“Fuck you bitch?” Max asked, his voice dark and low, “Fuck you with what?”

“Your cock Max, your COCK!” Lynn cried out, desperate to get Max’s cock back inside her, the

friction of his cockhead was not enough to get her off.

“My cock Lynn?” Max asked, “my big black cock?”

“Yessssss!” she moaned as Max pressed down hard on her pussy, almost slipping inside her, “yes

Max, your big black cock!”

“You asked for it slut!” Max laughed and slammed himself forwards all the way inside her, burying

his cock to the hilt, his heavy nuts slapping against her ass.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed out, Max’s cock was splitting her apart, he was too big, he was

too big.

Max whipped his cock back completely and slammed forwards again to the hilt, then again, and

again and again, fucking Lynn brutally fast and deep.

She screamed and screamed but Max did not stop, her insides in agony at this invasion, but as she

cried and sobbed pleasure began to flicker and then grow and then blaze.

“MAAAAAXXXXXXX!!!!!” Lynn screamed out as Max pummelled her pussy into submission.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck you slut!” Max exclaimed, his cock glistening with her pussy juices as it

reciprocated in and out of her to its entire depth.

Another orgasm built up inside Lynn, “Ohhhhhhh, gawd MAX! MAX!, I’M, YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO

MAKE ME CUM MAX!!!!!”

“My big black cock is going to make you come Lynn?” he grunted back at her.

“OH YES, OH YES, YOUR BIG BLACK COCK IS GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!!!!! MAXXXXX!!!! I’M

CUMMMIIINNNGGGGGG!!!!”

The biggest orgasm of Lynns life just blew her away completely, the previous orgasm on Max’s big

black cock had been the best ever, this one was lightyears better, and Lynn knew at that moment

that she was in love with Max Johnson.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as she rode the surging

waves of her orgasm, Max still slamming away into her, her pussy clenching and gripping at Max’s

cock in tune to the peaks of her pleasure.

As the pleasure subsided Lynn felt after tremors pulse through her, as powerful as some of the

orgasms she had given herself with her fingers or her trusty vibrator. These after tremors continued

as Max never let up in either his pace or the depth of his thrusts.

Any man should have cum long before now, Max’s body was coated with a sheen of perspiration and

the heavy, manly stench of him tickled her nose.

Max picked her up off the desk and holding her in his arms fucked her standing up, slamming her

down onto his cock savagely, his face contorted in effort.

Inside her the after tremors came quicker and quicker until they were one continuous orgasm, and

Lynn’s head lolled around as Max pummelled her mercilessly.

He flipped her over and laid her down on the couch to fuck her from behind, she barely even

noticed, lost as she was in world of pure sensation.

Lynn lost all track of time as Max hammered her pussy from behind, a constant orgasm blotting out

any concept of time or even anything beyond the friction of Max’s cock smashing in and out of her.

“Maaaxxxxx…” she groaned, not even knowing why she moaned his name.

“Maaaxxxxxx,” she moaned again, “cum for me baby, fill my pussy with your cum,” she mumbled.

“I’m, I’m gonnnaa!” grunted Max, “fuucckk, nearly there slut, nearly there, AHHHH!!!!, almost

there!!!!!! FUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!

An explosion of pleasure blasted through Lynn as she felt Max’s cock jerk and flood her pussy with

sperm, carrying her away with an orgasm that defied her abilities to describe, to comprehend. She

simply passed out as her mind could take no more.

She regained consciousness with a sharp pain in her ass, something huge was sliding past her anal

sphincter.

“Ahhhhh!” she squealed, jerking her head back to see Max pushing the well lubricated head of his

cock into her ass.

“NO!” she cried, “No MAX! NO!! NO!!!! Not there MAX!!!! I’ve never done it MAX!!! It hurts, oh god

it hurts MAX! Pull it our baby pull it out, oh god, oh god, please pull it out, it’s too big it’s too big!”

Lynn sobbed as Max ignored her completely, pushing slowly into her ass until he was about halfway

in and then slowly pulling back out again.

“Fuck you got a tight ass bitch!” Max grunted, moving just his cock head in and out of her ass.

“Ahhhhhh Max! Please, please, please pull it out!”

“Not a chance baby, I’m taking this fine white ass,” Max laughed, and he set up a steady rhythm

fucking her ass, her bowels in red raw agony from the intrusion of his huge black cock.

Lynn sobbed as Max fucked her ass, but a shiver of pleasure began to tremble in her pussy at the

invasion of her ass. Lynn gasped as the pleasure steadily rose until it outweighed the pain of Max’s

big black cock in her ass.

“Ahhhh, fuck it baby,” she mewled, “that’s, that feels good.”

“You like my big black cock in your ass slut?” Max chuckled.

“Oh god, I do Max, I do, I’m, fuck it, I’m going to cum Max, I’m going to cum from your fucking my

white ass with your big black cock!”

“Yeah you cum for me slut, cum on that big black cock!” Max laughed, speeding up his thrusts.

“CUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!! OH GOGD MAX, CUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!!!”

This orgasm was very pleasurable, though it differed from the earth-shattering ones Max gave her

when he fucked her pussy, better that any orgasm before she had fucked Max. It was intense and

pleasurable, but not in a way that overwhelmed her, and she liked it.

Max’s cock brought several more orgasms from her ass as he fucked it before he dumped his load

into her, making her cum along with his release.

She lay on the couch, exhausted, sore but satisfied, no, glowing, she felt like she was glowing, yeah,

that was what she was going to go with, glowing.

Max had gotten up off her and disappeared, she heard the sounds of a shower and she levered

herself up, great gouts of Max’s sperm slopping out of her pussy and ass as she did so.

She hobbled over to where the sounds of the shower were coming from, the office had a restroom

with a shower in it.

Max was currently standing in it, she thought about squeezing into the shower with him but decided

against it.

She waited for him to finish, she tried to kiss him as he edged by her, drying himself off with a towel

but he pulled away from her.

Lynn was disappointed by this, but she hopped under the shower and cleaned herself off as best she

could. Her pussy and ass continued to leak cum in incredible amounts as she showered, and she did

not feel it safe to leave the stall until the leakage had stopped.

She dried herself with a towel and dried off her hair, the wavy curls she had set it in that morning

were a thing of the past after the shower, but she had to wash her hair, there were ropes of dried

spunk in it.

Emerging from the shower wrapped in a towel she saw Max was dressed again and sitting behind his

desk, papers before him.

She gave him a quick flash of a smile before dashing over to where her clothes were scattered, and

she debated putting on a show of getting dressed. She decided against it, quickly getting dressed

again and sitting down across from Max.

“A contract to work for E&I Enterprises,” Max said, sliding a piece of paper over the desk to her.

It was several pages in total, stapled together. She skimmed it, it was full of dense legalese that she

did not understand, on the last page above where she was supposed to sign were a load of tick

boxes. Many of them were already ticked, and not with pen but actually printed that way.

All of the printed ticks were beside sexual activities that specified ‘Black Male(s) Only’

She put the contract down and took up a pen she saw on the desk, and she signed her name, putting

a little cute love heart over the i in Cassidy.

“Welcome to E&I Enterprises” Max said, smiling at her in a predatory way that made Lynn’s abused

pussy spasm with fresh lubrication.

Lynn Cassidy E&I Filmography to date:

Interracial Casting Couch 27, Blacks in Blondes 29, Sorry Daddy, I’m a Slut for Big Black Cock 9,

Laying Pipe 16, My Daughter has gone Black 16, Interracial Anal Invaders 6, Face Fucked by Big

Black Cock 17, Monster Black Cock Invasion – We’re coming for your daughters!, Daddy’s

Interracial Nightmares 15, Ghetto Gangbangers 9, Suck Black Cock and Swallow Black Cum 5, Help!

There is a Negro in my Daughters Ass 6, When Blondes Go Black 6, Interracial Home Invasions –

Daughter Slaughter, Cheerleaders go Black 5, White Daughters love Big Black Cock 8, Black Cock

Superiority 4, Swallow Black Nut 21, Ruined for whitebois 16, Jungle Fever 26, Moms and

Daughters go Black 7, Interracial Glory Holes 19, Anal Facial Interracial 7, White Chicks and Big

Black Dicks 11, Daddy’s little Princess is a Big Black Cock Whore 3, No Holes bared to Big Black

Cocks 2, I’ve Gone Black and I’m NEVER going back 8, I Love Big Black Cocks 22, Your Daughters is a

whore for Big Black Cocks 13, College Sluts go Black 12, Drain my Black Balls! 26, Blondes suck

Black 23, Black Snakes on a Plane (Black Phallus video – unattributed), Interracial Home Invasions

– Gangbanged Blondes, Slurpin’ Black poles 5, Blondes prefer Blacks 13, White Chicks and Big Black

Dicks 27, Interracial Bang Blow Blondes 19, If it isn’t Black, take it back 12, Black Stepdaddy 16,

Bust a Nut Blondes 5, Big, Black and in my crack 3, Drain my Black Balls! – Hot Blonde edition,

Black Cock, Best Cock!, Blondes Love Big Black Cocks 23, I swallow (if he’s Black!) 22, Negro Womb

Invaders 7, When Black Cocks Attack 7, Blacks in Blondes 31, Ghetto Gangbang Fury 7, Interracial

Nut Busters, When Black Cocks Attack – Throatfuckers, Negro in the Woodpile (Black Phallus video

– unattributed), Nigger Nut Drainers 8, I suck Black Cock 14, Interracial Deep Throat Queens 18,

Blacks Fuck Best 6, Nigger Nut Loads 11, Lesbian’s love Big Black Cock 6, Blacks in Blondes 59,

Interracial Hotwives 5, When Black Cocks Attack 14, Gag on Black 21, No Whitebois Allowed 4,

Interracial Cum Whores 16, Fuck my white throat with your Big Black Cock 6, Ghetto Gangbangers

26, Black up my white ass 3, Your wife likes Big Black Cock 5, When Black Cocks Attack – Hotwife

Edition, It’s not cheating if he’s Black 6, Blondes like ‘em Big and Black 11, Blonde fantasies – Big

Black Cock Edition, Moms and Daughters go Black 18, Black Cock cum dumps 17, I need Black Cock

24, Bukkake Blondes 15, Negro Suck Sluts 27, Ghetto Gangbangers – Hotwife Edition, Nigger Nut

Drainers 8, Interracial Reparations – Blonde edition, Negro Womb Invaders – knocked up blondes,

Pregnant sluts for Big Black Cock 9, White Cucks and Blonde Sluts 14

New Stealthbomber E&I story

Here's a new Stealthbomber E&I story. He's sent me a few and I'll get them posted when I can. I'm slowly making progress on Mothers and Sons.

Carla Caples story (secret BBC Slut):

By Stealthbomber

She sat behind her husband Daniel Trump, as he and Solomon King stared at each other across the

room in Trump’s apartment overlooking Central Park.

The two men were working out some business deal, why she had to be present she did not know,

nor why it was only the two of them and not their lawyers, nor why it had to take place at this hour.

She and Daniel had been about to leave for dinner at the latest and most exclusive restaurant in

midtown, when Solomon King had arrived.

She felt her son shift in her belly, she was seven months pregnant, and her unborn son was growing

rapidly inside her. She let her hand fall to her bump, feeling comfort from the knowledge of how

blessed she was to be carrying this child. And how she did not care anymore about any of her fears,

that in carrying this child, this son, what she was doing was the natural, right, and absolutely correct

thing to do.

Men like her son’s father deserved to breed, to procreate, to spread their genes as widely as

possible, for was the father of her son not a powerful and wealthy man. And was she not thus

blessed to be carrying his son, the son of such a great man?

Trump and King were arguing back and forth about something, then she heard Solomon King say,

“Throw in one more thing, Daniel.”

“What’s that?” her husband growled back at the hulking black man.

“Carla gives me a blowjob, I’ll forgive the debt on 1/3rd of the loans, and you don’t even have to stay

and watch.”

She heard her own gasped intake of breath, and she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, she would

have to be very, very careful. She could not seem too eager, nor could she seem to be scared, and

above all she had to keep her secret safe and hidden from Daniel, at least for now.

Unbidden her mouth flooded with saliva as she felt a fresh wave of lubrication wash through her

pussy. She had been wet and horny ever since she had come into the presence of Solomon King. But

that was only right Carla knew, Solomon King was a superior male, a black male and so naturally

superior to any white man.

The message boards that she liked to visit in secret confirmed what she already knew herself, black

men were genetically superior to white men, and Solomon King represented the absolute apex of

black male genetic superiority.

Every video she had seen only confirmed this, every chat room conversation, demonstrating the

statistics of black male genetic and sexual superiority had confirmed her opinions on the matter.

She wondered about that chance discovery of that chat room on her husband’s laptop and how

unfulfilled and empty her life would have been without the forbidden knowledge she spent so many

months discovering and enjoying.

She had been careful, oh so careful though, it would not do for that idiot husband of hers to find out

about her little secret, oh no. She had been circumspect, often only indulging in her fantasies at an

apartment that Daniel had bought for her. She never looked at her now expanded list of websites

and chat rooms in the apartments or houses she shared with Daniel Trump.

It was a discipline that she had held herself to tightly, and it had paid off in the end.

“Well, what’s your answer Daniel,” asked Solomon King, his voice deep and commanding and setting

off something achingly familiar deep in Carla’s belly. “I’m offering you the deal of the century, and all

for the price of a single blowjob from you wife.”

She schooled her face to its normal impassivity, soon, soon she would be able to take Solomon

King’s superior big black cock into her mouth and suck on it, worship it as it was supposed to be

worshiped. She would kneel before him and gladly, willingly suck his delicious, creamy, thick, heavy

cum out of his huge balls and into her parched mouth.

She had gone long without Solomon’s cum in her mouth, and she was desperate to taste it again, to

swallow it, to have him pump his semen into her gagging mouth and throat.

But she had to be careful, Daniel would be watching, and that was a major problem, for she could

not risk letting Daniel know of her secret now, no it was too early. Oh, he would find out soon

enough, but not yet she promised herself, not yet.

“Why?” her husband asked.

Carla hid a smile, Solomon King was a superior alpha male, and she was his right to take by dint of

his superiority.

“Why not, Carla’s got a set of blow job lips that I think would look good wrapped around my big

black cock,” came the level reply from Solomon King, whose dark and magnetic eyes she had been

avoiding all evening. She had wanted to gaze into them but knew that she could not betray anything

of what had happened to Daniel Trump, who was pathologically paranoid about his women and

Solomon King.

And well he should be Carla reminded herself, the only relevant female in Daniel Trumps circle that

Solomon had not conquered with his superior big black cock was his daughter Ivara. And on that

score Melina knew that Trump’s daughters fall to Solomon was inevitable, the girl was too young of

course but once she matured and became a woman, Solomon would claim her. No women could

resist Solomon King, none, she could not, Trumps previous wife had not been able to, nor had his

mistresses or girlfriends been able to. Carla felt no jealousy at this, Solomon King would never be

faithful to one woman, he could not, he should not. Solomon King was a superior male, he deserved

to spread his superior African genes as widely as he could, and it was the duty of any woman to

accept her role as a receptacle for his DNA. Indeed, it was the duty of as many white women as

possible to get pregnant by genetically superior black men.

It was evolution in action she knew, women desired superior men to father their children, and what

could be more indicative of sexual and genetic superiority than a big black cock? And that those big

black cocks were sported by men who looked and acted like gods, and who dominated women the

way they were supposed to be dominated? Well, that was all Carla Trump, nee Caples, needed to

know on this matter.

“Fuck you Solomon!” her idiot so called husband announced. Oh no, that would not do, that would

not do at all.

“I’ll do it,” Carla said confidently, quickly, and decisively, it would be the only chance she would likely

get for a long time to suck at Solomon’s glorious, superior big black cock. Well for a few months at

least, once she bore her son things would change, of that she was sure. Then Solomon had promised

her as much big black cock as she wanted to suck and fuck.

“Carla!!!?” stuttered her husband, turning to look at her with a mixture of fear and surprise on his

sweaty, unattractive face. How poorly Daniel Trump compared to Solomon King she knew, how

terrible he stacked up beside her black Adonis, her superior, black lover, the black father of the black

son she now carried proudly, though for now secretly, in her womb.

And the fool Trump believed her that the baby growing below her heart was his, well he would

continue to believe this right up until she gave birth to Solomon’s son. Just like Trumps previous

wife, had, fooling ‘the Daniel’ into believing that she was carrying his child right up to the moment

that she had birthed a black son, courtesy of Solomon King’s superior African genetics. Daniel Trump

had been cuckholded by Solomon King with his previous wife, his mistresses and girlfriends, and

Carla saw no reason to break this run.

Trump had divorced Ivanka the day she had birthed Solomon’s bastard, Carla idly wondered if he

would do the same to her when Solomon King’s son emerged from between her legs and into the

world? And did she care? No, she cared nothing for the opinions of losers, and Daniel Trump, despite

all his bluster and bravado was a loser. And soon to lose once again to Solomon King. Solomon King

was a winner, and Clara liked winners, especially winners with big black cocks.

“The black fool is offering you a fortune!” she sneered. “You would turn down millions of millions of

dollars for something so trivial as a blow job?”

Carla was delighted when her pathetic, white, loser husband glared at her, then at Solomon King and

then finally said, “fuck it King, if you think a blow job from Carla is worth millions of dollars, be my

guest!”

“I’ll have Jordan meet up with you to draw up the necessary papers for you to sign,” Solomon said

with a note of glee in his voice, and Carla knew that Solomon King would have laid a trap for her fool

of a husband. Not that she cared, and she doubted that her husband would be able to hold onto the

properties that he now thought belonged to him.

Just as she belonged to Solomon King, as her womb belonged to Solomon King. But for the here and

now, only her mouth belonged to him, and only for as long as it took her to bring him off. Which

was long enough she remembered, Solomon always lasted a good thirty minutes or more, despite

her very best efforts. And she was very skilled with her mouth, it had been quite the talent that she

had used to get her where she wanted to go. Daniel Trump had proposed to her immediately after

she had first blown him, declaring her the best cock sucker he had ever had.

“Carla, time for that blow job,” Solomon King announced with cocksure assurance.

“You don’t have to do this Carla,” said Trump, an edge of panic sounding in his voice.

She said nothing in reply, already walking around the table as Solomon King pushed his chair back

from the table and began undoing his belt.

Carla undid Solomon King’s pants and reached a hand inside his trousers, conscious of the act that

she had to put on. She would have to put on a display of acting to fool Daniel Trump into thinking

that this was the first time she had ever seen a big black cock and equally that this was the first time

she was sucking such a perfect, superior specimen of the male phallus.

“My GOD!” she gasped as she withdrew Solomon’s cock from his trousers, reaching on to heft out

his equally enormous balls.

The heady, masculine smell of Solomon King was filling her nose, her nipples instantly hardening and

her pussy slickening with her juices.

“What’s wrong slut? Never seen a real man’s cock before, a big black cock?” Smirked Solomon King,

his handsome face twisted into an ironic sneer.

“No, I, I mean, no, I’ve never seen a real man’s cock before, only, only small whiteboi penises.”

“I’m bigger than your husband then?” Solomon asked, a wicked grin on his face.

“Ye, yes, twice as big, easily!”

She lied. Hah! ‘Twice as big’? No, try eight times as big, if you properly accounted for the volume of

Solomon’s superior big black cock. And Solomon was not alone in being so genetically superior in the

sexual department, all the videos she had seen confirmed one salient fact, that black men were

much larger, much, much larger than white men. Or boys, the usual derogatory term for white men

on the boards and websites she liked to frequent was ‘whiteboi’. And their manhood’s, if you could

even call them such when compared to those of black men, were always referred to as ‘whiteboi

penis’s’, usually with the added epitaph and insult of ‘tiny’ and/or ‘pathetic’. Whitebois were always

denigrated and being unmasculine and that only black men were real men, and thus only black men

had real manhood’s, and always referred to as ‘big black cocks.’

“Are, are all black men, this, this big?” She exclaimed in mock horror, looking back and Daniel Trump,

her face twisted into what she hoped was a convincing mixture of shock, terror, and disgust. When

of course her real emotions were 180 degrees from those she painted across her face for the

benefit, no not benefit, to deceive, good, but not good enough. To defraud, yes, to defraud Daniel

‘The Daniel’ Trump, such a better term given Trumps questionable business practices, of which she

was well aware of.

“Shut up and start sucking bitch,” Solomon growled at her, ignoring her question and her pathetic

husband had of course no reply to her query. She had been already beginning to kneel before him

and she sank to her knees, her eyes riveted to the object of her desire, the big black cock of Solomon

King.

She was proud to defraud Daniel Trump, a pathetic man, delighted to defraud him of his belief in his

wife’s loyalty to him, honoured to defraud him of his ability to reproduce, overjoyed at the notion of

defrauding him of his future. These thoughts echoed in Carla’s consciousness as she closed her eyes

and stuck her tongue out, its questing, muscular tip unerringly reaching the gaping pee slit at the tip

of Solomon’s cock and with practised, skilled licks and laps Carla lovingly distributed the ceaselessly

flowing pre cum that gathered there all over every inch of Solomon’s cock head.

Carla had promised herself to be very careful, to control herself, to not let the sight, smell and taste

of Solomon’s huge black cock make her lose control. But she could not, it was hopeless, once she

had coated Solomon’s bulbous, flared cockhead with his precum and her saliva she had engulfed

Solomon’s cock head with her lips, barely restraining herself from letting out a moaned sigh of

contentment.

For Carla was where she belonged she knew, on her knees before a superior black man, sucking his

superior big black cock into her mouth, all while his child grew in her womb. It was her destiny she

knew; of that she was certain. All the stories that she had first dismissed as fiction that spoke of the

rightful domination of black males over white women, or how this was the natural order of things.

Of how white society had kept black males down out of fear of their sexual superiority, all were true

Carla Trump now knew.

Without caring or thinking, for she was now oblivious to any concerns with secrecy or guile, she

began to slide Solomon’s cock deeper into her mouth and down into her throat. For her only

conscious thoughts now were of pleasuring Solomon King’s cock until he spurted his huge load of

semen into her mouth.

Carla struggled at the halfway mark, she was out of practice with big black cocks, Daniel Trumps tiny

whiteboi penis was laughably easy to deep throat, and was it ever deep throat when it hardly even

slipped more than a few millimetres into her throat?

Being so out of practice she had to regularly come up for air and to let her tired jaw muscles rest a

little, during these interludes she simply lavished Solomon’s cockhead with licks and fat lipped,

pouted kisses.

But she always returned to sucking Solomon’s cook as deeply as she could into her mouth, she loved

the feeling of his big black cock sliding past her lips and in and out of her throat produced.

She heard Trump storm out of the room and slam the door behind him, and this was Carla’s que to

really begin fellating Solomon’s big black cock the way it was supposed to be sucked. But first, she

had to worship Solomon Kings big black balls, to worship them as they deserved to be worshiped, to

be lavished with love and attention for providing the potent black sperm that had seeded her fertile

white womb. She slurped her lips off his cock and buried her face into Solomon’s groin, suckling,

licking and kissing his huge, black balls, hefting them in her hands, amazed yet again by their size and

weight. The manly aroma of Solomon King seemed to hang cloyingly thick around his huge black

balls and she breathed deeply of this intoxicating scent.

Carla spent several long minutes giving Solomon’s balls the attention they so deserved but she knew

that she would have to return to sucking him off is she wanted the reward of his cum. And she did

want it, she wanted Solomon to unload the fountains of cum that she knew was sloshing around in

his heavy, black balls into her mouth.

And so Carla Trump found herself frantically bobbing her head up and down as much of his cock as

she could, slobbering and desperate for the release of his cum.

She thought she heard Daniel’s voice raised in argument and then him leave, but she did not care as

Solomon’s cock bucked and bulged in her throat and she knew Solomon was about to finally cum.

His cock was in her mouth, just the head and Carla’s tongue and lips were working together

frantically to bring forth Solomon’s sperm, her lips were locked tight as she bobbed up and down

rapidly, inside her mouth her tongue lashed back and forth, back and forth over the sensitive

underside of Solomon’s bulbous cock head. Solomon let out a shuddering moan and Carla knew she

was about to get her reward, Solomon’s cock was about to shoot thick ropes of hot, delicious black

spunk into her mouth, and probably straight down her throat. Solomon came with such force that

this often happened, she had learned not to gag at this, and also to make sure that as little, or

preferably none of Solomons semen escaped her mouth.

“Here it comes baby, here it comes!” Solomon King grunted as Carla felt his cock give a mighty

shudder and then her mouth was flooded with Solomon’s nut. She felt an orgasm crash outward

from her pussy but she ignored it to concentrate on the cock bucking and jolting in her mouth.

Despite her swallowing the copious load that made her checks bulge Carla pushed her head back

and forwards in little nods, keeping her lips sliding over and back around the hard ridge of Solomon’s

cock head, while she kept her tongue slashing back and forth underneath Solomon’s cock head Or at

least she tried to keep her tongue as mobile as possible, it was difficult to do as she had to gulp as

fast as she could to keep up with the gigantic wads of cum that were spurting from Solomon’s cock.

Carla moaned in satisfaction as Solomon blasted great ropes of cum into her mouth and down her

throat, the only thing better than this was when Solomon came into her unprotected pussy and

knocked her up.

Solomon’s cum was delicious, thick and creamy and voluminous, as opposed to Daniel’s whose cum

had tasted sour and whose consistency had been thin and unsatisfying. And her husband’s cum had

barely dribbled out of his tiny whitboi penis, a few horrid drops of the stuff. Carla moaned again in

appreciation of the copious black semen filling her mouth, its taste something she had missed

terribly. Soon she promised herself, soon she would be able to taste Solomons cum as often as she

wanted, for was she not carrying his son in her womb, had he not promised her ‘all the big black

cock she could possibly want’ in return for going along with Solomon’s plans to cuck Daniel Trump?

A final explosion of cum erupted from Solomon’s cock and then seconds later a great dollop of cum

oozed out of the pee slit of his cock. Carla sighed contentedly, she would be now be able to properly

savour the taste and texture of Solomon’s cum. Another great wad oozed out to join the first and

Carla swirled the cum around in her mouth, luxuriating in the flavour and the consistency of

Solomons seed. More and more semen oozed out into her mouth, and she reluctantly swallowed

some to make room for the fresh draughts, hot and thick and delicious. Carla sucked hard on

Solomon’s cock head, trying to bring forth more semen, each dollop of cum that entered her mouth

still greater in volume than any single total load Carla had ever experienced with any of her previous

white lovers.

“Good slut, you still know how to suck a big black cock,” Carla heard Solomon say, and she shivered

with pleasure at the complement Solomon had paid her. She slobbered all over Solomon’s cock

head, finally swallowing the delicious mouthful of cum in her mouth. And it was a true mouthful,

thick and creamy and copious, and if she was honest she was a little sad to swallow it, for she would

have liked to have kept it in her mouth for a while longer, to enjoy its taste and heavy, thick

consistency.

Solomon instructed her to clean off his cock, which she did with gusto, until he deemed his cock

sufficiently cleaned, then he tucked it back into his trousers and left without saying a word to her.

Carla was disappointed that Solomon had not fucked her, in her pussy and/or her ass, because she

did not only miss Solomon’s big black cock in her mouth, she missed him in those two other places

also.

Daniel barely spoke to her for the next few days, for which she was thankful if she was honest, then

he was away on business for most of the rest of her pregnancy, a small blessing.

When she finally went into labour he was there, and the pathetic white loser was there when she

gave birth to Solomon King’s son, the horror and disgust on Daniel Trumps face ample reward for the

pains of labour and birth. Her son with Solomon King had beautiful caramel coloured skin and had

the looks of his father.

As she expected he had divorced her immediately, but she did not care, despite the best efforts of

Trump’s lawyers she retained quite a bit of money and property in the divorce settlement, enough

for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

But Carla did not want to live comfortably, she wanted Solomon King, and as agreed they kept apart

for four months until the furore in the scandal rags over the divorce had blown over.

It was finally the time when Solomon had agreed to finally meet her, she had sent their son, who she

had named Martin Luthor King away for the night, she loved her son but she wanted Solomon more,

her body was greedy for him, for his magnificent black cock.

A few days ago she had started to feel very, very horny, uncomfortably so, she was finding herself

aroused every waking moment, and her dreams were full of Solomon fucking her. Not that she did

not dream of Solomon King often, but every night she woke exhausted from dreams of such intense

sexual content that they seemed almost real to her.

The doorbell of her apartment rang and she made her way quickly to the door, she had pushed

herself hard to regain her figure after childbirth and she was proud that she was back to her pre

pregnancy figure. Carla was wearing high heels and a very see through negligee, and no underwear,

and she could not wait for the look on Solomon’s face when he laid eyes on her.

She opened the door and there Solomon stood, handsome as the devil himself, but behind him were

several very large and rather scary looking black men.

“Wha?” Carla asked as Solomon pushed his way into her apartment and the three black men

followed behind him, all of them giving off the same aura of absolute masculinity and dominance

that Carla associated with Solomon King.

Solomon stepped aside and the three black men advanced on her, their eyes filled with lust, their

hands reaching out to grope at her body.

“Solomon!” she cried out, before her mouth was smothered by the lips of one of the black men, his

tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Despite her outrage she moaned as unwanted desire spiked

through her body, the hands of the three black men pawing at her body, at her breasts, slipping

fingers between her legs to find her wet pussy.

“Damm this hot bitch is wet for big black cock!” one of them announced as Carla felt her negligee

torn from her body, her weak protests muffled by the mouth clamped over hers and the tongue that

stabbed and probed in her mouth.

She vaguely heard the door to her apartment close and she flet herself carried along to her

bedroom, until she was grabbed by her hair and forced naked to her knees.

The three black men loomed over her, in various stages of undress but with their three black cocks

out and inches from her face. They were big black cocks, almost as big as Solomon’s, and heavy ball

sacks swung at the base of each.

A familiar smell assaulted Carla’s nose and she inhaled instinctively, barely even aware that she was

opening her mouth and leaning forwards to take the nearest black cock into her mouth.

As her lips closed around the ebony bulk she let out a long moan, and a thought flashed across her

mind, Solomon King had promised her as much big black cock as she wanted, and it seemed that he

had not lied.

“Good little white slut, suck that big fucking black cock,” growled the man whose cock she was

sucking, and Carla felt a shudder of pure pleasure course through her body.