Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen Idaho
An E&I Enterprises Story
Copyright 2011 by Stormbringer
Stormbringerstories@gmail.com

Note: This is a author invitational story in honor of my tenth
anniversary as a writer(I`m 1 ½ years late). Authors are invited
to write their own adventures of the Miss Teen USA contestants
attending the pageant at the Nubian King casino in Atlantic City.
They may be as long or as short as an author likes. See the rules
following the story.

August 2004

Prologue:

"The O'Malley factor is on. Good evening I'm Bill O'Malley and
here's tonight's talking points. Is the Miss Universe
Organization a racist institution? First some background. In
November of 2003, our friend, the late Daniel Trump signed over
the rights to the Miss Universe Organization over to Solomon King
of King Enterprises. King also won the Trump Spire Casino off Mr.
Trump. Rumor has it both were won in a high stakes poker game.
Solomon King immediately turned the casino into an African themed
resort and it will now be hosting the 2004 Miss Teen USA pageant.
Now Mr. King has done some good works most notably his halfway
houses for ex-cons and delinquents, plus some charitable work,
but nearly all supports black causes. Indeed his halfway houses
primarily focus on African American men. The Miss Teen USA
pageant has always focused on teen charities, but now is almost
exclusively focusing on King's halfway houses and many
contestants have been working with young black males. Now there's
nothing wrong with these charities, but the Miss Universe Pageant
belongs to everyone, not just African Americans."

"Here are some more facts. King Enterprises focuses on black
owned businesses and whenever he adds a business to his growing
empire, he replaces the management and staff with black
employees. King Enterprises discriminates against whites. I
repeat. King Enterprises racially discriminates."

Today, I received a list of the judges at the Miss Teen USA
pageant being held this month and here they are. Victoria
Goodhead, CEO of Hidden Closet. She once dated Solomon King and
King owns a majority stake in her company. Indeed, it was King's
influence that made Hidden Closet go with bustier models and
sleazier lingerie. Next is Marcus Black, President of Black's Gym
and a friend of King. Next is Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle, a well
loved romance novelist who writes under the name Lacy Lovelorn,
now published by King and all her recent novels involve white
women with black men and are now classified as erotica, not
romance. Then there's Nikki Holden, sister of Paris Holden of the
infamous Blackchelor pay-per-view scandal two months ago. The
Blackchelor was produced by a company called E&I Enterprises and
though we can find no connection with Solomon King, it is a
company devoted to interracial pornography. And finally, the last
judge is the Reverend Al Sharpspeare, who is our guest tonight."

"Reverend, is Solomon King a bigot?"

"Of course not, Bill. Two months ago he married a white woman."

"A white woman worth 3 billion dollars."

"Bill, I married them and I can assure you, they are very much in
love. I'll even give you a scoop.  Solomon and Ivara Trump-King
are expecting their first baby.

"Well next time you talk to Mr. King, give him my
congratulations. Now Reverend, don't you think there's something
strange about all this?

"Not at all. Solomon King is a great man. If he's guilty of
anything, it's giving jobs to his friends and supporters. People
he knows he can trust."

"Like ex-girlfriends?"

"He's dated a lot of women, Bill. That's not a crime."

"All white women. Now why would someone who is such an activist
for black causes only date white women?"

"You'll have to ask him that and I think it's a testimony to his
greatness that so many of these women are still friends or
coworkers with him, like Victoria Gooodhead."

"He hasn't dated Nikki Holden has he?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Do you know there's a rumor that Nikki Holden just married her
sister's husband in a secret ceremony on the island of Trinibogo?
You married Paris Holden and Mustafa, correct?"

"Yes, but I'm not aware of any weird polygamist marriage.
Trinibogo does have it's own laws though."

"There's also a rumor that the entire Holden Hotel empire is
being turned over to King Enterprises."

"Bill, respectable journalists shouldn't deal in rumors."

"Like the one about you meeting with African American pastors to
form a separate Afmerican Church?"

The Reverend Sharpspeare's brow furrowed. "Those rumors are
unfounded. We've been meeting to discuss religious issues and
that's all."

"Last question, Reverend. Will you tell me your secret?"

Al Sharpspeare smiled. "You've been asking me that for two years
now."

"Well, you've kept off the weight, your muscles are huge and you
look thirty years younger."

"Clean living and faith in god is my secret."

"Thanks as always Reverend. You're a stand up guy."

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

Day One

Bethany Dutton stepped off the bus and looked up at the large
black spire of the Nubian King Casino, looking for all the world
like a giant black penis.

"You should be happy here Idaho," yelled one of the other
contestants on the bus.

Bethany blushed. Her sister Ann had been Miss Teen Idaho in 1999,
but lost her crown for failing to perform her duties and was
replaced by Lara Sadler. The truth was that Ann had gotten
involved in the adult film industry as did Lara Sadler at a later
date and even some other Teen Idaho contestants. Even later, Lara
apparently got several dozens of Miss Teen USA contestants from
the pageant to get involved in porn. The pageant was only now
just recovering from the scandals. Bethany stared at the black
spire. The porn the pageant contestants had gotten involved in
had all been interracial.

"Keep moving," said Marsha Dutton from behind her.

"Yes, mom." Bethany stepped forwards to where the other
contestants and their chaperones were gathering. There were
fifty-one contestants total, but many had already arrived. The
bus Bethany and her mother were on was carrying twelve other teen
girls. Marsha's eyes narrowed when she saw the beautiful blonde
daughter of Daniel Trump waiting in the lobby. The rich bitch had
married a black man. Marsha's eye twitched.

"Welcome, I'm Ivara King. You're Idaho aren`t you? As requested
by your chaperone, you've got a room together. Here's two key
cards for room 902 and an itinerary for pageant related
activities. Rehearsals began tomorrow morning at 9:00am and there
will be an introductory breakfast at 8:00.

"Thank you, Mrs. King," said Marsha.

"Thanks," said Bethany, fighting off a sigh. She had hoped for a
room with some other contestants hoping to make friends, but her
mom had become quite the control freak since the incident with
Ann.

"Lets drop our things off in the room," said Marsha.

Bethany followed her mom through the foyer. African tribal relics
reflected off the glass cases containing them throughout the
foyer. Marsha's eyes focused straight ahead, but Bethany looked
over the artifacts with interest. Many were masks, drums, or
spears, but there were also statuary of black men and they all
had enormous phalluses. One stood out and Beth quickly read the
label. The statue was of a black man with a penis half the size
of the statue itself. The penis stood erect and angled upwards.
The idol was of Legba, an African trickster deity.

The elevators were just off the casino and the noise from the
machines overwhelmed Bethany's senses. She watched her mom stick
her nose up at the sight. Marsha wasn't much for gambling and
didn't even play the state lottery. The noise disappeared as the
soundproof doors of the elevator closed.

They rode up the nine floors and made their way to their room.
Marsha unlocked the door and opened it. The suite was separated
by a wall and her mom could sleep in one area while she slept in
the other. Bethany walked in and her jaw dropped open. "Oh my
god! It's so big!"

Marsha smiled at her daughter. "Of course it's big, dear. It
seems to go on forever doesn't it."

"I never imagined it would be this big and it's darker then I
expected."

Marsha followed Bethany to the balcony and stared out over the
ocean. She'd seen it before, but the sight was new to her
daughter. "It get's bluer the farther South you go. We can go
down to the beach if you'd like or walk the boardwalk.

Bethany looked down at the boardwalk running up and down the
beach. The view right and left wasn't spectacular as it was
blocked by other tall buildings and casinos. The view out from
The Nubian King was impressive. The beach was crowded and many
seemed to be teenage girls in bikinis, probably other
contestants. Bethany could see several sailboats, a few jet skis,
and a plane pulling a banner behind it announcing drink specials
at a local bar was traveling North along the beach. "Let's
freshen up and go play tourist," said Bethany, excitedly. For the
first time, she understood her sister's desire to get out of
Idaho. There was a whole different world out there.

After an early dinner and walking the boardwalk and beach for a
bit, the Duttons returned to their room. Marsha called to check
in with her husband, Edgar while Bethany read through the
pageant's itinerary. The actual pageant would be held a little
more then a week from today on Saturday night. The time in
between would be spent practicing the dance routines, visiting
with makeup consultants, being fitted for gowns and bikinis.
There were also lots of interviews and press briefings. Despite
having so much to do, Bethany was surprised at the amount of free
time she would have.

Bethany looked up after her mom put down the cell phone. She was
surprised to see that her mother had changed outfits. Marsha was
now wearing a light blue skirt that fell to her knees and a white
sleeveless top. Marsha Dutton was stunning at 46 years old. The
former Miss Teen Idaho 1977 had kept herself in fantastic shape.
Marsha had great legs and the skin under her arms didn't hang.
Her belly was flat and showed no signs of giving birth to two
daughters. She could have pulled off a small bikini, but didn't
care for displaying too much skin in public. She wore a one piece
suit when swimming. Bethany had seen some sexy lingerie in her
mother's laundry, but that had disappeared after her father's
stroke. The Dutton women were famous for having thin figures and
large breasts, both Ann and Bethany had CC breasts that bordered
on DD and looked bigger on their thin frames, but age and
childbirth had Marsha's breasts approaching EE. The three Dutton
women all possessed long curly brown hair, but a few silver
streaks stood out from Marsha`s brown locks. Bethany was also
surprised to see what looked like a hint of makeup on her mom's
face. "What's up, mom?"

"Your father says hello and wishes you luck," said Marsha,
fidgetting and refusing to look her daughter in the eyes.

"Why are you all dressed up?"

"I thought I might go down to the lounge for a drink. I didn't
think this was really dressing up."

"But mom, you don't drink."

"I do, honey, just not often. I just never get anytime alone.
I've been raising you most of my life and the last few years I've
spent taking care of your father. I hope you understand."

"Sure mom, enjoy yourself." Bethany noticed her mom hadn't
mentioned raising Ann. Marsha never mentioned Ann since getting
the pictures of Ann with the black men in the mail. "I think I
might go see if any of the other girls are doing anything."

"You will do no such thing young lady. You won't leave this room.
The more sleep you get this trip the better. Lets start off
tomorrow feeling fresh and I want you on your toes. I'll be back
soon." Marsha turned and grabbed her key card off the dresser.
Bethany watched as her mom slipped the second key card into her
purse so that Bethany couldn't get back in the room if she snuck
off. She understood what her mom meant about being alone. Marsha
had hovered protectively over her daughter for the last five
years. "Be back soon." Marsha turned and left.

Bethany stood off her bed and walked out on the balcony to stare
at the ocean now bathed in the darkness of night. A half moon had
risen over the water and it was beautiful. Her mother hadn't been
gone ten minutes when the doorbell rang. Bethany frowned and
walked over to it. A brown haired woman was on the other side,
but Bethany couldn't make out who it was. She felt some
excitement opening the door. Maybe, it was another pageant
contestant wanting to make friends with her? Beth opened the
door, but the woman on the other side wasn't a teenager, she was
in her early twenties. She was Beth's height and resembled both
Beth and Marsha. Bethany's mouth fell open.

"Hello Beth," said her sister, Ann.

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

Marsha gulped nervously as she rode the elevator down. She
couldn't believe she was going to go through with this. It wasn't
who she was. I'm a wife and mother, she thought to herself. I
used to teach. I go to church and PTA meetings. She considered
turning around and going back to her room. Marsha actually did
hit the 9 button when the elevator opened in the lobby and she
rode it back up to her floor, but then she hit lobby again and
this time, she stepped out. The noises of slot machines filling
her ears, but she wasn;t here to gamble.

Marsha Dutton wanted to get laid.

Marsha Dutton wanted a big hard prick between her legs more then
anything else in the world at that moment other then having her
daughter win the Miss Teen USA pageant. Marsha hadn't had sex in
five years since her husband had a stroke after seeing pictures
of his whore daughter with hung black men. He'd recovered mostly
from the stroke, aside from a lisp and some trouble with his left
arm, but he hadn't had an erection since. They had been married
25 years and except for the last five, they made love every
weekend and usually once or twice during the week. She had loved
having Edgar's penis in her and provided her middle aged vagina
hadn't dried up and shrunk for neglect, she wanted another penis
in her.

Marsha skirted the casino area, frowning when she caught a
glimpse of some cocktail waitresses. The women were clad in
leopard, cheetah, or tiger, patterned bikini tops with loincloths
making them look like female Tarzan's. She knew the waitresses at
casino's wore skimpy outfits, but these were ridiculous. She
entered at small bar, called The Nairobi lounge. It was done up
like an African safari lodge. The barstools appeared to be made
of bamboo. Animal heads were mounted on the wall, though they
were obviously fakes since one was a Triceratops and another a
white man dressed like a Victorian explorer wearing a pith
helmet,  a monocle in his eye, and mutton chop whiskers. Tribal
relics such as headdresses, spears, and shields were also mounted
here and there.

Marsha's eyes scanned the small crowd. She was hoping to find a
young man who was all alone or with a group of  young men. My
god, she thought, I've become a... what's the term? I've become a
cougar. Her eyes fell on one man who was checking her out. He
wasn't young or attractive and he was older then her by ten
years. The man was even rough looking and had tattoos on his big
arms. He smiled and nodded towards her. Marsha quickly looked
away, her eyes passing over what appeared to be a black child as
she scanned the rest of the crowd. No young men. The only man
interested was the rugged older man. Why not? Her eyes went back
to him, his eyes met hers. She smiled slightly then headed over
to the bar.

"Is this seat taken?" asked a man before her rear had even hit
the cushioned stool seat.

"No," she replied. "Help your... self." Marsha felt a bit
embarrassed. The man talking to her was the black child, only it
wasn't a child. It was a dwarf. It made sense of course, a child
wouldn't be in a bar. The dwarf had dark black skin and looked
like a half-sized version of Solomon King, complete with goatee
and shaved head. He didn't have any of the deformities associated
with dwarfism aside from a small hump on his back.

It was staring at her and checking out her breasts before it
turned to the bartender. "I got her drink, Yousef."

"Sure thing, Mr. Nibelung," said Yousef, the bartender. He had a
thick African  accent to go with the lounge's theme. Like most of
the black men working at the casino, he was a muscular giant.

"That's not necessary, Mr. Nibelung," replied Marsha.

"Lester," he replied, holding out his hand.

"Marsha Dutton." She didn't wan't to touch it's black hand, but
she shook it anyway, surprised at the strength in his grip. It
was wearing a short sleeve shirt and his arms bulged with muscles
bigger then most actual people's muscles.

"It's my pleasure to buy you a drink, Marsha."

"Well, thank you." Was a black dwarf actually hitting on her? How
arrogant must it be to think that it had a chance with her? How
could she brush it off and not hurt it's feelings? Did she even
care if she hurt it's feelings? Yousef put her gin and tonic in
front of her. Marsha smiled. She hadn't taken off her wedding
ring. Marsha took up the glass with her ring hand and made sure
to display it long enough for Lester to notice. Instead, he
clanged his bottle of beer against her glass. "Cheers," she said
with a sigh. Her ring wasn't going to deter the little man.

"Cheers." He winked at her. "What do you do, Marsha?"

"I'm a housewife, but I used to teach. I also manage my daughter
who is here for the pageant. How about you, Lester."

"I'm in movies."

"Really! Any I've seen?"

Lester smiled and thought, `Not unless you're into interracial
porno, Mrs. Dutton.' He then spoke out loud. "Have you seen "The
Pygmy?" She shook her head. "I played the pygmy."

"Maybe I'll rent it when I get home." Marsha assumed his roles
were typical of dwarves, playing trolls, small aliens, etc.

A man stepped up next to her. "A refill bartender," he yelled.
"Hi there, pretty lady. Would you care to dance?"

It was the rough looking man and he had a grin on his face, that
actually made him look a little handsome. He also looked a little
smug, like he knew he was playing the hero rescuing her from a
dwarf. "Sure," she replied. "Excuse me, Lester."

Lester nodded and did not seem to be the least upset. He held two
fingers up to Yousef and pointed at Marsha's drink and the man's
empty beer. Yousef nodded. He'd already added Xcite to the
woman's first drink. He added another dose to her second drink
and poured a few drops into the man's beer.

Marsha slow danced with Doug, who wasn't as bad looking as she
originally thought. He was widowed, retired, and liked traveling
on his motorcycle. He looked the type to be on a big Harley. The
lounge was only playing slow music, so they danced closely. It
felt good to be held in his strong arms. Marsha felt him press
and sizeable bulge against her belly as they danced. The bulge
moved and she felt her panties turn damp. Maybe her old vagina
wasn't dried up after all? She was growing hornier by the minute.
She pressed back against the bulge.

"Wanta get outta here?" he whispered.

Marsha hesitated for several seconds. "Yes," she whispered back.

Marsha and Doug walked back over to Lester. "Well, I better be
getting back to my room to check up on my daughter. It was nice
meeting you Lester."

"And I'm on the road early tomorrow so I think I'll call it a
night. I'm taking the first ferry to Delaware in the morning and
riding to Ocean City, Maryland for a bike week."

"Well, you can't leave yet. Your drinks are full." Lester pushed
Marsha's glass towards her.

"A few more sips won't hurt," said Marsha, taking a drink.

"Thanks little guy." Doug threw his head back and drained the
full bottle of beer. "Come on doll, I'll walk you to your room."

Lester followed them out of the bar and walked along the edge of
the noisy casino. Marsha and Doug entered the elevator. He caught
Doug's eye as they turned to face the door. Doug threw his arm
around Marsha and winked at Lester. The dwarf grinned and nodded
back.

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

Bethany hugged Ann for nearly ten minutes. "You haven`t changed a
bit," said Beth.

"You sure have," replied Ann, not having seen her sister since
she was thirteen. "You`ve grown into a beautiful woman. You've
grown the Dutton breasts I see. Lets move inside."

"Mom, might come back," said Bethany as they entered the room and
shut the door.

"I'll worry about that when it happens." All the pageant
contestants rooms were monitored by hidden cameras. The people
watching them were called monitors and one was to alert Ann via
her cell phone when Marsha was heading back to her room. "For
now, how have you been? I'm so proud of you."

Bethany had always looked up to her sister. "Things are good.
Mom's driving me crazy."

"Well I hope you'll have a little time to go wild this trip and
try some new things. How's dad?"

"Better. He can function normally except for a lisp and his face
hangs a little.

"That's great," sobbed Ann, before tears started flowing rapidly.
Beth took her sister in her arms.

Bethany wasn't used to needing to comfort her sister. It was
usually the other way around.  "Ann, it wasn't your fault. Dad's
arteries were a nightmare. The doctor told us it was only a
matter of time." "Thanks, but I still feel as though I triggered
the stroke. It's my only regret."

"Then it's true?"

"What?"

"Ann, they say you're a whore. That you only make interracial
porn."

"Of course, that's all true silly."

"Ann! How can you make pornos? You were so shy and innocent when
you left Idaho."

"Yeah, the old me sucked. Now I'm happy and I'm paid very well by
the people I work for. They are even flying me to Trinibogo in a
few months for a month long vacation at the spa."

"But blacks?" whispered Bethany, even though they were alone.

"You a virgin, Beth?"

"No," Beth blushed. "I'm dating Neil, Jerry Ford's younger
brother."

"He was cute, if I recall. His penis is what, say six inches?"

"I guess. I haven't measured it."

"Show me on your throat, how far in your mouth it gets."

"Ann! I don't do that. It just feels big in my.. you know... down
there."

"Your pussy, Beth. You think it feels big in your pussy, but it
doesn't. Let me show you something." Ann walked over to the TV
stand, opened the doors to reveal a large TV. She took the remote
and turned it on. "Don't tell the other girls, but this hotel
appears to be having trouble blocking the adult stations. Lets
hope none of them find out." Ann grinned wryly. "Here we go." She
hit a button.

Bethany stared at the screen. A lovely blonde woman was slurping
on the biggest blackest dick Beth had ever seen or could have
imagined. Was this what Ann did for a living? The woman appeared
to be loving it. She pulled her head back and more of the shiny
black penis appeared. "That penis is huge!"

Ann chuckled. "We call them cocks, Beth. That is a big black cock
and it's the reason I do what I do. I mentioned being well paid.
I'd do it for free. Beth, until you've had one of those filling
your pussy, you are still a virgin."

"Turn it off, please."

"Of course," replied Ann. "One of my movies might come on and I'm
sure you don't want to see that."

"Yech, no."

"I'm not here to talk about the fantastic sex you would have
fucking a black man, anyway."

"Why are you here?"

"To see you of course. When I heard the pageant was being held
here, I drove down from New York and got a room. I'm gonna watch
my little sister win that crown."

"That's awesome. I hope we can spend as much time together as
possible. That is, if I can get away from mom."

"You let me handle, mom." Ann's cell vibrated in her pocket. "I'd
better go before she gets back. See you soon."

The two sisters hugged quickly this time.

Ann hadn't been gone two minutes when Beth heard a key card in
the lock. "Just made it," she sighed with relief.

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

Marsha's hands were shaking from frustration as they fumbled to
get in the key lock. She was pale, frustrated, and horny. Doug
had been a complete disappointment. What felt like a sizeable
penis was a limp as her husband's by the time they got to Doug's
room. Worse, the thing looked promising at seven inches long
soft. It would have given her the sex she craved, but it hadn't
stirred. She tugged on it, but it retreated into his scrotum
making it look smaller. Marsha's horniness was growing by the
second even as Doug's penis was shrinking. Doug was as frustrated
as she was. He looked horrified at his floppy little penis. He'd
apologized at first, then turned angry and ordered her out.

"Hi honey, what are you up to?" Marsha came in the room.

"Just watching TV. I was about to turn in," said Bethany.

"You do that. I'm feeling dirty right now. I'm going to take
another shower."

"Ok mom."

Marsha undressed in the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and
plunged two fingers in her needy pussy. She'd grown adept at
masturbating over the last five years and quickly had an orgasm.
In the shower, her fingers found their way to her pussy again and
she diddled herself to another orgasm. She was still horny! Her
pussy was craving a cock right now. She thought about going back
to Doug's room to see if he had gotten over his shyness, but he
had been pretty angry with himself when she left. Instead Marsha
crawled into bed and dreamed of sex with Doug and in one dream,
the black dwarf was standing over her grinning. Marsha awoke in
the middle of the night and played with herself again. She'd
never been this horny her entire life.

Day Two

Early the next morning, a black porter came around delivering
gift baskets. Each basket was filled with fruit, a bottle of
Trinibogo Tropic lotion, a bikini from Hidden Closet, and a card
giving each contestant a year's membership at Black's gym.

The Duttons rushed through getting ready and went to the
introductory breakfast. After eating, Marsha left her daughter at
rehearsal and went shopping on the boardwalk. She was at the
beach in the summer time and she hadn't even packed a bathing
suit. Marsha entered a swimsuit store and purchased a two piece
suit that hugged her luscious body. It was the type that covered
her stomach, but could be rolled up to her breasts when she
tanned. A very practical suit for an older woman.

Marsha walked around before getting hungry. She stopped at a
grill on the boardwalk and decided to forego her diet, ordering a
cheese steak. She had just finished lunch, when her daughter
texted her that she was done with pageant activities for a few
hours. Marsha texted back, `Want to hang out at the pool?'
Bethany replied yes, and Marsha met her daughter in their room.

The Duttons changed into swimsuits. Marsha put on the suit she
had just bought and Beth put on the one from her gift basket. The
Hidden Closet bikini was a little skimpy for her tastes, but it
had been sized to her measurements. Still the triangular patches
covering her nipples, left a lot of her large breasts exposed,
plus the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the
thin material. Both Duttons were more comfortable covering up for
the trip to the roof. Marsha just wore sweatpants and Bethany
pulled a sundress over her bikini. The two women left their room,
walked to the elevator, and hit the roof/pool button. The
elevator lurched and began it's rapid ascent.

The pool was on the Nubian King's main roof, but the large black
tower shot skyward over half the building. The other half was
made up of two pool areas. One pool was shallower and had a
kiddie pool section, the other pool was deeper. A muscular giant
black lifeguard sat on a raised white chair surveying the two
pools. Another muscular black man was working a tiki bar. The
bartender wasn't too busy at the moment as the pool was filled
with underage women in bikinis. A large number of pageant
contestants had also decided to work on their tans while they had
a break. A few of the girls were being filmed while standing in
the pool by various press agencies and some were getting
publicity shots taken.

Beth and Marsha found two cots in the sun and put their stuff
down by them. Marsha pulled her sweats down and Beth let her
dress fall around her feet. "Put your lotion on young lady," said
Marsha.

"You too Mom. The sun's UV index is a ten today."

"I'll put some on dear, but I can afford to get burnt or have
peeling skin. You can't." Marsha laid down on her back and rolled
up her midriff.

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

Bethany eyed her mom's flat belly, toned so that her abdominals
flexed whenever she strained her stomach. Beth prayed she'd look
that good when she was thirty years older.

Bethany took the bottle of Trinibogo Tropic out of her bag and
squirted some on her hand. She started with her arms, then her
legs, then her stomach. The lotion felt good, even making her
skin tingle. Bethany actually felt dampness between her legs as
she rubbed the area under her belly button. Her slick fingers
slipped under her bikini panty before she caught herself. Beth
jerked her hand back and looked around hoping no one had noticed.
No one had, but other girls seemed to be taking the same pleasure
from coating their bodies, all with Trinibogo Tropic.

Marsha took the bottle from her daughter and started coating her
body. Her horniness from last night had dissipated a little, but
she was still aroused and as she smoothed the lotion over her
skin, the contact had her arousal level growing again. Much to
her chagrin, her nipples pushed out the material of her top.
Marsha wanted nothing more at that moment then to rub the warm
lotion all over her big areola. Maybe, later when she was alone
in their room. Marsha noticed a black hand wave at her. She waved
back at Lester sitting at the tiki bar. She failed to notice
another beautiful young woman reclining near the bar and watching
her through dark sunglasses over a magazine. When Marsha happened
to glance that way, Ann raised the magazine over her face, but
not before Bethany spotted her.

After an hour, Bethany stood up. "I'd better get going and take a
quick shower. I need to practice my song and I have an interview
in a couple hours."

"Ok dear. I'll hang out here for another hour and meet you for
your interview."

Bethany grabbed her towel and pulled her dress on over her head.
She headed for the elevator and nearly froze with concern when
she saw her sister stand up. She quickly glanced at her mom, but
Marsha wasn't looking. The two sisters entered the elevator
together.

"If mom goes out again, want to talk some more?" asked Ann.

"Love to, but I don't see mom going out for drinks two nights in
a row."

"Here's my card with my cell, text me if she does. How`s the
pageant going?"

"Good so far." Beth glanced at the card. It read; "Ann Dutton,
actress and model."

"You singing?"

"Yes. I'm singing, "Greatest Love of All." I think it reflects
this year's theme of helping the youths at the King
rehabilitation centers."

"Good choice. You always had such a lovely voice. I'm so proud of
you Beth."

Beth leaned over and hugged her sister. "I missed you, Ann.
Though, you made my life miserable. Mom became such a control
freak when you left."

"I didn't leave. I was disowned, but maybe things will change
soon and for the better."

Beth and Ann broke their hug when the elevator door opened on the
ninth floor. Bethany kissed her sister's cheeks and hurried down
the hall to her room.

Bethany couldn't believe how horny she was when she entered her
room. She really wished her boyfriend was here right now. She let
the dress fall to the floor and untied her bikini. Her skin still
felt really good where she had rubbed lotion on it. She'd brought
the Trinibogo Tropic with her and took the bottle out of her bag.
She poured a small dollop on her fingers. Beth stood and brought
her wet fingers up to her prominently erect nipple. She rubbed
the lotion into her nipple, feeling it extend even more. Her
nipple felt warm and tingled. Their unusual sensitivity sent a
spasm straight to her ... pussy.  Beth moved her fingers over to
her other nipple which was hardening, seeming to be anticipating
the contact.

A minute later, Beth was on her back on the bed, tweaking both
her sensitive nipples. One hand left her breasts and slid down
her undulating belly. Her fingers slipped through the soft batch
of curly brown pubic hair. Beth gasped and arched her back as her
fingers slipped over her clit. Her pussy was wet and hot as she
moved the tip of her fingers around the inside.

Beth paused long enough to pour another dollop of lotion on her
belly. She scooped some up and ran her fingers over her clit,
then she began pushing them inside her pussy, moving them as fast
as she could while pinching her nipple with her other hand.

Beth fantasized she was home in Idaho. Neil was standing between
her legs, his six inch penis standing proud and tall. Neil
grinned and started stroking it. "Neil, something's happening,"
she whispered. Bethany could feel her pussy clamp over her
fingers. Her first orgasm took her by surprise and she liked it.
The real Neil had never made her cum and her daydream image of
him faded as she came down from the orgasm. Beth found herself
staring at the big television screen. She reached over for the
remote and turned it on. The screen came on asking if she wanted
to continue the movie she was watching. Beth pressed enter.

The man appeared to have difficulty pushing the big black cock
down towards the woman's wet pussy. Her white hand was holding
her pussy open for him. The picture was a close up of a cock that
had to have been a foot long if not more. The man pulled back on
his foreskin until a huge dark black cock head emerged, already
glistening wet. He brought the tip down to her slit and rubbed
his cock head up and down it.

"God, that's a big black cock," gasped Beth, still fingering
herself.

The fat head pressed against the woman's slit and pushed it in.
Soon the head was disappearing. He worked his cock around pushing
it deeper and deeper. Each time he pulled back, the shaft was
glistening with her juices. The woman wasn't having much
difficulty taking such a monster.

"Gonna cum again," gasped Bethany with surprise as she stared in
awe at the scene. This one felt like it might be even bigger.

The camera was panning back. The woman had a smooth flat belly.
The black man had grabbed her ankles and was pounding it home.
The camera panned back some more showing off the woman's
impressive breasts. Her body was very similar to Beth's and the
teen couldn't help pretending she was the one getting fucked by
that massive black cock. "You like that black cock, slut?" asked
the man.

"Yes," whispered Beth.

"Yes," growled Ann,  the camera showing her face. "I love that
black cock."

"NO!" Bethany shook as the orgasm rocked her body. She gasped and
panted as her fingers got flooded with her juices. She stared at
the scene on the screen in horror, unable to stop it as she
orgasmed, while watching her sister getting fucked.

Beth came to her senses and fumbled for the remote. On screen,
the man had pulled his cock out and was blasting huge wads of
sperm across Ann's face and breasts. Beth saw a torrent of sperm
was already flowing from Ann's gaping pussy. Neil's semen could
fill a tea spoon, but this guy could have filled a twenty ounce
soda bottle. Ann had wrapped her lips around the head and was
swallowing more by the time Beth got the remote to turn the
television off.

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

Ann entered her access code on the basement door and the lock
clicked. Inside were several black men watching dozens of video
screens. "What's my sister up to?"

"The horny slut is diddling her clit." The black man had made
Beth appear on four screens and was watching her masturbate.

"I think the first batch of Trinibogo Tropic is too strong. We
need to tone it down or people might get suspicious."

"That's been noted already. Hank and Jamal wanted this one
strong. Fuck! I wish I was the one to break that hot slut in or
even the old bitch."

"That's my mom and sister you're talking about, Gage."

"So what? If I can't have them, I'll use you. Come suck my cock,
whore. That's an order."

Ann grimaced. She didn't like the monitor, but as a female
employee of E&I, she was forced to service any black man who
requested it of her. Also Gage was rather small at 10 ½ inches
long which meant his penis had been a little more then 5 ½ before
his enhancement. He did have a nice set of balls though and his
sperm had tasted really good the last time. Ann kneeled between
his legs and undid his belt, her lust for black cock replacing
her dislike of the man who owned it.

"Hurry up and do me next," called another monitor. "I'm watching
two of the bitches go down on each other."

Ann smiled around Gage's cock head. The other guy had a cock over
12". Maybe she could convince him to fuck her instead?

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

Back at the pool, Marsha looked up as the black bartender brought
her a mixed cocktail with an umbrella in it and a slice of
orange. "From Mr. Nibelung," he said in a deep voice.

Marsha glanced past the massive torso of the bartender and saw
Lester raise his glass in a silent toast. "Thank him for me," she
replied. Her eyes ran down the bartender's chest. He wore a
Hawaiian shirt open to show of his bulging muscles. Her eyes kept
going down until they saw the swollen lump in his shorts. She
pulled her eyes away quickly. The image of big black phalluses
entering her daughter Ann's mouth and vagina was burned in her
mind for eternity since someone had sent an anonymous video to
her house. She took a sip of her drink and laid back in the sun.

Marsha was still horny and actually getting hornier. Tonight she
was getting laid no matter what or who provided he was white.
Screw that, she wanted sex now. Marsha sat up and responded to a
wave from Lester who was sitting at the bar talking to the
bartender. There was a decent crowd at the pool. She saw one man
alone. He was around her age. He had a thin build and a slight
paunch, but wasn't bad looking. He was busy typing into a laptop.


Marsha stood off the cot . She raised her hands to roll down her
bathing suit to cover her belly, but decided against it at the
last minute. She gathered her things and strolled over to the
business man. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, nodding at the cot
beside him.

He glanced up, then did a double take, his eyes roamed down her
body, taking in her trim belly, then they moved back up to her
breasts and she felt her nipples poke out even more. "Why no," he
replied, aware that there were plenty of unused seats nearby.

"I'm Marsha."

"John." He leaned over and held his hand out. Marsha shook it.

"What do you do, John?"

"Here for a conference. They gave us half a day of free time."
John's eyes narrowed. "What do you do?" He wasn't used to hot
women hitting on him and was starting to suspect Marsha might be
a prostitute.

"I'm chaperoning my daughter who's here for the pageant."

"Oh!"

"Oh what?"

"I see you're married."

"Excuse me," interrupted the bartender. "Would the gentleman like
a refill or something else perhaps?"

John looked up. He felt disappointed. He thought Marsha was
hitting on him, but apparently she just wanted someone her age to
talk to. The big black man was already holding another glass of
iced tea on his tray. "Tea is fine, thanks." He took the glass
and sipped it, frowning when he noticed a black dwarf at the bar
grinning at him. He turned his attention back to Marsha.

"Why were you upset I was married?"

"Well..." John eyed the woman. She looked flushed and her bosom
was heaving. "I thought you might have been hitting on me." He
looked away then he turned back to look at her. "I hoped you were
hitting on me," he said, cheeks turning crimson.

"Maybe I was," she replied. John looked surprised. "Long story
short, John. I am married, but my husband had a stroke and I
haven't had sex in five years. Take me back to your room right
now and you can use me any way you want to."

John gulped. He drained his iced tea and looked at Marsha's body,
then in her eyes. Her eyes were pleading with him. "Let's go."

Marsha grabbed her things, noticing Lester was watching her. She
ignored him and hurried to catch up with John.

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

Marsha wanted to scream with frustration as she slammed the door
to John's room. She rested her back against the door and ran her
hands through her long hair, pulling on strands until she felt
some pain. John was another dud.

At least he had eaten her pussy and she had enjoyed a small
orgasm. They had both eagerly stripped upon entering his room.
His prick was nothing special, but Marsha stared at it eagerly,
watching it. The thing didn't twitch when she took her top off.
Nor did it plump up as she slid her panties down. She grew
worried when she reached out to touch it and instead of growing,
it shrank up into John's scrotum. John was frowning too. He
pushed her away from it and pushed her back on the bed. That's
when he went down on her. Marsha was aware of John's hands moving
between his legs as he ate her. He was desperately trying to make
it grow, but when he finished and stood up, it was even smaller
then before. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I don't know what's
wrong."

Marsha quickly stood and dressed in her suit again. She brushed
him off when he offered to take her to dinner tonight. She fled
his room as quickly as she could.

Marsha stepped out of the shower just in time for Bethany's
interview. Her daughter was still in her bikini, sitting on their
balcony watching the ocean. Her cell rang right on time for the
interview. It was a journalist from the major Idaho newspaper who
covered the yearly pageant. Five years ago, the same reporter had
done a glowing interview about Ann. She had also covered the
scandal in graphic detail. Bethany pushed speaker on her cell and
placed it on the table as Marsha sat beside her.

Marsha stared out at the sea as her daughter answered the
questions. Though she had orgasmed with John, she was still horny
and unsatisfied. Two men in as many nights and both had been
duds. Both men had been sure of themselves and wanted her, yet
both of their pricks had been lifeless. Why? Was god trying to
stop her from sinning? That was the only logical answer. As
desperate for sex as she was, Marsha decided to give up her quest
to get laid and remain faithful to her husband. Maybe she could
find a sex shop and buy a dildo? She could have it shipped to her
house to avoid embarrassment at the airport security checkpoint.

"Mom..."

Marsha came out of her daydream just as the reporter said, "Have
any of the other contestants given you a hard time?"

"I don't want to talk about my sister," said Beth.

"You're the only contestant whose sister is an adult film star
and lost her title do to a sex scandal."

"Miss Myers," interjected Marsha, "We agreed ahead of time not to
mention Ann."

"We don't have to talk about anything personal, Mrs. Dutton, but
I'm afraid it is news and will have to be reported on. Now tell
me, don't you have a desire to redeem the Dutton family name?"

"Thanks for your time, Miss Myers." Marsha leaned over and shut
the cell phone off. "Lets change and go grab something to eat on
the boardwalk. Then we'll catch Rondini's early show."

Later, mother and daughter sat in the audience watching The
Nubian King's stage magician, The Amazing Rondini perform his
act. His wasn't a unique act except that Rondini was black unlike
most magicians. He was overly muscular like most of the blacks at
the casino. He went shirtless through most of his show. He wore
an African necklace of claws across his chest and tight spandex
pants that he must have stuffed to make his crotch look so huge.
He wore a magicians top hat and after one magic trick that had
him disappear, he reappeared with a white skull painted on his
face and skeletal ribs painted across his chest. The white paint
glowed in the dark. His assistants were white women wearing
scanty bikini tops and loincloths similar to the ones the
waitresses wore in the casino. Parts of the act were sexually
suggestive and the Dutton women grew aroused while watching as
they sipped their diet sodas. Rondini hypnotized one of the girls
making her freeze as stiff as a board. He kissed her passionately
then looked away as the bulge in his pants grew and traveled down
his leg. He reached inside and pulled out a long black snake that
wriggled in his hand. He put the snake away, but Marsha noticed
the huge bulge around his crotch hadn't disappeared. Rondini then
turned back to the frozen woman, placing her on a table before
sawing her in half. The show ended with both women kneeling at
Rondini's feet looking adoringly up at him. Marsha groaned
inwardly, there was no escaping images of miscegenation
sometimes. His later shows were supposed to be even dirtier and
children under 21 weren't allowed. Still, it was entertaining.

The Duttons returned to their room and Marsha said, "You alright
if I go out for a little while? I won't be late tonight."

"That's fine, mom." Bethany wondered if the hotel had solved it's
problems with their adult pay per view channels. Maybe she would
have time to masturbate again? She felt like she'd been horny
since arriving in Atlantic City and nothing could cure her itch.
Maybe she'd even find a movie with a white male actor.

No sooner had Marsha left the room, then Ann knocked softly at
the door.

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

Two Buck Tim's had a lively crowd and Marsha wanted to be alone
with her thoughts. She strolled to the next lounge which was
called The Addis Aba Bar. The names were plays on African cities
and she smiled at the puns. The Adis Aba Bar wasn't crowded and
she got a seat at the bar which had yet another massive black
bartender. Marsha sat and nursed a margarita.

"Hello Marsha. May I join you?"

Marsha looked up, then down at Lester's smiling face. "Sure," she
replied, a little miffed at having her thoughts disturbed.

"Bushmills whisky, Donovan," said Lester to the bartender.

"Do you know all the bartender's by name, Lester?"

"Most. How's your stay?"

"Fine."

"Problems with the pageant?"

"No."

"Other problems then?"

"Yes."

"Donovan, get this lady a refill. Now Marsha, why don't you
borrow one of my ears. I'm told I'm a good listener and maybe I
can help."

"I don't think you can help my problem," replied Marsha. The
image of Lester making love to her came into her mind and though
the thought was comical, she didn't smile. "But I think I will
borrow one of your ears." "Shoot," said the dwarf.

"It all started when I found out my daughter was making adult
movies. Not Bethany mind you, she's sweet and innocent. I'm
talking about my oldest daughter, Ann. One day, I received
pictures in the mail..."

Lester listened attentively. He had fucked Ann Dutton in two of
his movies, "Snow White and Dwarf Black" being his favorite. He
was the star of that movie, also fucking the evil queen, waking
the sleeping beauty with anal sex, etc. Marsha left out the fact
that Ann was exclusively doing interracial movies. He had Donovan
keep her drink filled and bought two shots. He patted her knee
sympathetically when she told him about her husband. He pretended
to be shocked when she told him about the man from last night and
the guy from the pool.

Marsha was quite drunk by the time she finished her story. She
was also hornier then she'd ever been. Marsha's nipples were
scraping her bra and her legs were damp. It was almost
unbearable. "Oh no. I can't face my daughter like this? How'd I
get so drunk?" Marsha looked at her watch. It was nearly
midnight. "Oh my god! How'd it get to be this late?" She had
planned on one or two drinks only.

"Come on. We can go up to my room to let you sober up some."

"Ok. No wait, I think I'll just walk around the casino until my
head clears."

"I'll help you."

Lester and Marsha headed down to the casino floor near the table
games. Marsha kept stumbling. "I can barely walk," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry I don't have a shoulder you can lean on," said the
dwarf looking up at her. "You're right, you can barely walk. Lets
just go to my room and we'll talk some more while you sober up
some. I'll make some coffee."

"Oh god, coffee sounds great. I haven't been this drunk since I
was a teenager."

Lester helped her as best he could towards the elevator. Marsha
was surprised when the elevator kept going up. They were in the
tower section and the most expensive rooms. The elevator opened
near a window with a gorgeous view of the moon shining over the
ocean. Marsha could see the roof pool far below. They were near
the top floors. Lester led him towards his room.

"Wow!" said Marsha when he opened the door. "Nice."

"Yes, it's a Grand suite. I usually stay one better, the Regal,
and sometimes I even splurge on a penthouse, but they're all
booked for the pageant bigwigs."

Marsha was impressed with the room. She was surprised she'd never
heard of Lester Nibelung. He must be doing alright as an actor to
afford this kind of luxury.

"Excuse me pwhile I use the restroom. You can start the coffee
machine, if you'd like." Lester entered his bathroom, urinated
and stripped his clothes off. His cock brushed the floor it was
so big. His cock was twelve inches long when erect and usually
just as big flaccid. His testicles hung to his knees. Lester had
adopted a wide stance to account for his genitals and considering
his legs weren't much longer then a foot this often left his cock
touching the floor. He put a robe he'd been forced to buy in the
children's department at a store. It reached his ankles and left
his cock head visible.

"Coffee's almost done," said Marsha when Lester walked out. She
eyed his robe suspiciously, but thought nothing of it.

"I'll fix us some cups. How do you take it?"

"Black."

"Excellent. Black is the best way to take it." Lester fixed two
cups and handed it to Marsha. She was swaying a little from
drunkenness.  She took a sip as Lester sat down in a chair
opposite her.

"Thanks for listening to me tonight," she said, looking into her
cup.

"My pleasure. I've been thinking about your problem. I believe
god wants you to be happy. Perhaps,  he was just waiting for the
right man to come along to take care of your needs.

Here it comes, thought Marsha. This little black man was hitting
on her. What arrogance it must have to think it stood a chance
with her. "I think god wants me to respect the fidelity of my
marriage." Marsha looked up. As she did, her eyes rose up from
Lester's feet. His robe had parted under the belt around his
waist and his huge black appendage was clearly visible, dangling
over the chair, hanging down even with his feet. "Jesus!" Marsha
exclaimed, unable to help herself.

Lester looked down and grimaced. "Sorry about that. There's not
much I can do with it. I'm pretty much always uncomfortable
unless it's hanging free. I'm cursed with a small body and a
normal sized cock."

"There's nothing normal about that thing. It's a monster!"

"Normal for a black man, I mean."

Marsha watched as the black penis swelled up, increasing in
girth, like an expanding balloon. It had quit dangling and was
starting to rise. "It's getting bigger."

"It does that when beautiful women stare at it." Lester hopped
off the chair and let his robe fall to the floor. He climbed back
on the chair and sat naked. His penis was sticking straight out
now, perpendicular to the floor. "Sorry, it's not going down
until I take care of it. Maybe you should go."

"Maybe I should." Marsha started to stand on shaky legs.

"Wait! You can at least finish your coffee."

"Oh yeah, I guess that would be alright." Marsha sat back down.
She couldn't believe how muscular Lester's body was. He was as
cut as any bodybuilder except for stubby legs and the slight
hump. She watched Lester grab the fat head of his penis and
squeeze it, before sliding his fist down the shaft. When he
released it, his penis was now fully engorged and angling upward,
pointing straight at her face. "It must be a foot long." Marsha
shook her head in amazement. His ball sack hanging over the
chair, dangling and swollen with two balls the size of peaches.

"Twelve inches exactly."

Marsha grinned wryly. "You certainly don't have a problem getting
it erect either." She had found herself leaning forward to get a
closer look at it.

"That's what I meant about not having the right man for the job.
You needed to come home with a real man, not those limp dicked
losers you told me about."

"Maybe you're right, but where can I find a man with a penis like
yours? How can I tell the size of their penis by looking at them?
I should be going. Thanks for the coffee." Marsha stood and
walked over to the counter to set her coffee cup down.

Lester sneered at her back and his face turned darker as he
flushed with anger. This uppity bitch didn't even consider him
worthy of being a sex partner. "Well you ain't going to find a
cock like this on a white boy. If you want a big one, you need to
find a muscular black man to fuck. Would you consider fucking a
black man?"

"Absolutely not," she replied.

"Why not? A bit racist are you?"

Marsha wiped sweat from her forehead. It felt hot in the room.
"Personal reasons. Plus, that thing of yours is a bit ridiculous
size wise. I doubt anyone could take it."

"This THING of mine is a cock, a big black cock, a superior cock
to anything you've ever had before and I've never had a woman who
didn't cum with the whole thing buried to the hilt up her tight
white pussy."

Marsha crinkled her nose at it's crass language, but at the same
time, her vagina squirted with excitement. "I've made you angry.
I should go."

"Wait! I'm sorry. I lost my temper. It was very rude of me. It
just hurts that you wouldn't even consider me as a lover because
I'm black or a dwarf or both. I just hate bigotry. I've put up
with it my whole life."

"I'm sorry. It's like I said, I have personal reasons. I'm not
really a bigot, though I don't think the races should mingle and
I suppose you should stick to women your own size."

"This cock ain't built for women my size, Marsha."

"Ha Ha, I guess you're right on that one." Marsha was standing
over him now. "Thanks for the coffee, Lester." She held her hand
out.

Lester reached up and shook it. He kept his hand locked in hers
and pulled her down a little. "Marsha," he whispered. "Do you
feel a little naughty?"

"Why?"

"Why don't you at least touch it," he said, still whispering,
like it was a secret. He pulled her hand over to his cock head
and released her from his grip. He brushed her fingers over the
crown around the head, letting go of her hand when she caressed
it on her own.

"Wow!" Marsha squeezed the head and tugged on the tip. "It's so
hard." Indeed, the mighty cock hadn't shrunken an inch since
getting hard. "It's so hot too, and thick. My fingers don't even
touch. I can feel it throbbing."

"Why don't you check out the base and feel my nut sack too?"

Marsha kneeled, sniffing the air. The air seemed thicker around
Lester's cock. It was a very masculine aroma that had her leaning
closer to sniff it again. She had noticed the masculine smell
before just being near the dwarf, but the smell was a lot
stronger near it's penis. She liked it.

"Heft my big black balls," ordered Lester.

Marsha slid one hand down to the base of his shaft and pulled it
up slightly to get a better look at his testicles. She reached
out and hefted them. His scrotum was as hot as his cock, his big
balls full of sperm. Marsha raised her eyes and found herself
staring at the long urethra on his bulbous cock head, just inches
from her mouth. The pee slit was leaking large amounts of fluid.

"Stick out your tongue and taste it."

Marsha's tongue flickered out and licked the pee slit. She
shuddered with arousal.

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

"What?" asked Ann.

Bethany blushed. "I accidentally saw you today."

"Yeah. By the pool."

"No. I mean on TV."

"Oh, you saw one of my movies. What were you doing watching that
channel? Were you being bad?"

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to turn it on."

"Tell me something, Beth. Did I seem to be enjoying myself?"

"You were loving it. The black man was huge."

"Interracial porn actresses don't have to fake it. I told you I
love my job."

"It was a pretty hot scene until I realized it was you. I just
cant get a grip on the whole black men all have bigger cocks
thing."

"That's because you're stuck in an Idaho state of mind, Beth.
Watch some more movies when mom's not around.

There was a loud knocking on the door.

Bethany frowned. "Who could that be? Maybe you should hide."

Ann smiled. "It's room service. I had them send up a chicken
sandwich. Sorry, but I'm famished. Don't worry, it's being
charged to my room. Coming," yelled Ann, when there was another
knock. Ann opened the door.

A big black man in his late twenties wearing a white coat pushed
a cart in through the door. He nodded at Beth. The man was rather
handsome, but a bit thuggish looking. His hair was short and cut
in strips from his face to his back in a striped pattern. He also
had a pierced ear with a large gold basketball shaped earring in
it.

"Thanks porter," said Ann. "Add a twenty percent tip for yourself
to the bill."

"Thank you, Miss," said The black man.

"Say porter," interrupted Ann as he was rolling the cart towards
the door. "What's you name?"

"Bruce, ma'am." The porter was trying to keep from grinning, like
he was hiding a secret.

"Hi Bruce. I'm Ann and this is my sister, Bethany. She's here for
the pageant."

"Good luck to you Miss Bethany," he said. "You're quite lovely."

"Thank you," said Beth, wondering why her sister was delaying the
man's departure.

"Bruce, my sister doesn't believe that black men have bigger
cocks. I bet you have a big one, don't you."

"Never had a complaint, ma'am."

"Would you show it to her?"

Bruce looked Beth up and down. "You eighteen?"

"Yes," answered Bethany. "But exposing yourself is not necessary.
I'll take your word for it."

"Nonsense, Miss." Bruce lifted his coat and unbuckled his belt.
"You can see it."

"Ann! Stop him."

Ann laughed. "Black men like showing off their cocks to white
women, Bethany.

"She's right, Miss Bethany." Bruce let his trousers fall around
his ankles. He was wearing boxers that had a huge tent in them.
"One problem though. I needs to be sure this isn't some sort of
set up to get me fired for exposing myself."

"We wouldn't do that, Bruce," said Ann.

"I know, ma'am." Bruce walked with his pants around his ankles
over to where Beth was sitting until he stood before her. "But if
she wants to see it, she's gonna have to take it out."

"Ann!"

"Do it, Beth," sighed Ann. She walked over to Bruce and kneeled
at his feet, staring wide eyed at the tented boxers. "Every time
I see a new one, I feel like it's Christmas and I'm opening a new
present. Hurry up Bethany, I want to see it."

Beth suppressed a sudden urge to giggle which meant she had
decided to go through with it. She felt a little naughty as she
leaned forward. "Here goes nothing," she said, pulling out his
waistband.

Ann inhaled deeply through her nose. "Can you smell it?' A
contented sigh escaped her throat. "So masculine."

Beth took a big whiff. "You're right." Her nipples popped out as
she breathed in the smell coming from the man's crotch. Beth
pulled the waistband out to it's limit, but the man's penis
didn't spring free.

"You're going to have to reach in and get it, Beth," said Ann.

Beth nodded. She slipped her hand in the waistband, her fingers
brushing through the man's pubic hair. She grabbed the root of
his thick appendage. "It's massive! It's feels as thick as my
wrist." Beth moved it around, watching the tent move under his
shorts. "It's stuck, I can't get it out." The thing was straining
against the material of the shorts. Beth moved her hand up the
shaft and pulled again, but to no avail.

"Let me help," said Bruce. "I needs to get me some of the
underwear designed for black cock." He reached around her hand,
grasped the opening for his penis and pulled. The boxers ripped
apart, the opening showing some of Beth's fingers grabbing the
shaft, then her entire hand with seven inches of black cock
sticking out. Then it showed his entire cock from root to the
bulbous purplish black cock head. The boxers ripped off
completely and fell to the floor.

Beth found herself holding a giant black cock. "My god! It's a
foot long."

"Nope," said Ann. "That's a thirteen incher. Nice. Check out
those big balls too. Bruce here is a heavy cummer."

"I see you know your way around a black cock, ma'am," said Bruce.

"Bend it towards me, Beth," said Ann.

Beth was staring fascinated at the huge shaft in her hands. She
pushed the shaft towards her sister and was horrified to see Ann
lean forwards and kiss the head right on the pee slit. "I
acknowledge the superiority of your black cock, master." Ann then
stuck out her tongue and curled it around a swollen cock head the
size of a small apple.

"Ann!" Beth yanked the cock back towards her and away from her
slutty sister. She found herself staring at the huge cock head
just inches from her own mouth. Beth felt a strong desire to run
her tongue around the swollen crown too.

"Now that it's out and hard," said Bruce, "One of you is going to
take care of it. I don't really care if you suck it or jerk it
off, but the swellings got to go down. How about it miss?"

Beth actually leaned forward and opened her mouth before catching
herself and pulling back. This was a disgusting act that she had
always refused to perform even with her boyfriend who begged her
to go down on him.

"Gimme," said Ann, grabbing Bruce's cock and pulling it towards
her. Ann quickly wrapped her lips around the fat cock head and
Beth could see her tongue pushing out her cheeks as it swirled
around in her mouth.

Soon Ann was bobbing her head over several inches. Beth stared.
What Ann was doing wasn't disgusting. It was fascinating! Bruce's
black cock was beautiful and it deserved to be worshipped. Ann
was lucky in a way. Beth's nipples scraped against her bra and
her panties were soaked as she watched Ann angle her head so that
she could take the black cock down her throat. Beth's sister was
amazingly skilled and eventually the entire thing disappeared as
Ann kissed his pubic hair.

"Damn gurl!" Bruce had an impressed look on his face as he looked
down at Ann's nose buried in his pubes.

Still, it was difficult to suck a cock that big with her neck
arched and as Beth watched Ann pulled back and started sucking a
little more then half the fat cock while stroking the remaining
part of his shaft and kneading his balls with her other hand.
Beth got off her chair and kneeled by her sister. She moved her
head closer. She took a big whiff and sighed contently. The
masculine scent was even stronger now, the air almost shimmered
with it around the rampant black cock.

"I think your sister wants to try," said Bruce. Ann shook her
head negatively around Bruce's cock. She wasn't about to quit
sucking it so he placed one huge black hand on her head and
pushed her back until his cock sprang free. He turned towards
Beth. "You ready for a taste, Missy?"

Beth gulped. Another feeling had been growing in her mind
watching her sister suck Bruce's cock and that was jealousy. Why
did Ann get to suck it? What did she have that Beth didn't have?
He'd offered it to her first. Beth couldn't say no this time. She
leaned down and a shiver ran through her body when her lips
kissed the head. Beth ran her tongue over the head. She felt it
press against her lips until she opened her mouth and let it push
inside. Beth wished she were naked, her hand squeezing her erect
nipples while she shoved several fingers in and out of her needy
pussy while sucking Bruce's superior black cock.

Since Beth wasn't nude and couldn't play with her own body, she
decided to emulate Ann and use her hands to please Bruce. She
cupped his balls, amazed at how heavy they were and they gave off
a good deal of heat to. She stroked his shaft, feeling it`s heat
and it`s large pulsing veins. The cock head pushed against her
throat and Beth gagged. She tried again and gagged, becoming
angry with herself for failing. Bruce deserved better. Beth
relaxed her throat and tried again, this time taking the head
down her throat. She was thankful she could breath through her
nose which filled with his masculine scent. She would need lots
of practice to truly satisfy a cock like Bruce's, but for now
she'd please him as best she could.

Beth felt pressure on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, but the
pressure grew. She opened her eyes, they crossed as she stared
down the eight or nine inches of thick black cock extending from
her mouth. Beth glanced to the side seeing Ann was the one
pushing on her shoulder. Her older sister looked angry. Ann
brought up her other hand and pushed  really hard with both of
them. Beth fell back on her ass, Bruce's cock springing up from
her mouth and smacking his hard stomach. Her sister had reclaimed
Bruce's cock for herself and was bobbing her head as rapidly as
she could over Bruce's cock. Beth's eye twitched with jealousy
and rage. She wanted to push Ann back off her cock, but she
controlled herself and remained on the floor watching her more
skilled sister service the hung black stud. She was amazed at her
desire to actually fighther sister for the right to service this
black stranger's cock. No wonder Ann liked her job.

"Not long now," growled Bruce. Still it seemed to take another
ten minutes of Ann's rapid bobbing. Beth sat up again and moved
closer. "Getting close," grunted Bruce. "Quick, show it to your
sister."

Ann mewled in protest, but she quit sucking and pulled back until
Bruce's cock was exposed. Beth's eyes widened at the sight. The
thirteen inch cock was so swollen and engorged, magnificent and
calling to her. I should have fought Ann for that big black cock,
she thought. Ann had already taken it back in her mouth and
started sucking again. Bruce was groaning. He grabbed Ann's head
and started fucking her mouth. Ann paused and let him do all the
work. He bellowed and groaned. Ann paused and Beth could see her
gulping rapidly. Bruce suddenly pushed her head back and grabbed
his cock as it sprang free. A big wad of sperm splattered Ann's
face, coating her from her eyes to her chin. He turned and aimed
it at Beth. "No!" screamed Beth, as the cock spat at her. Hers
wasn't so much a wad as a long strand. The strand's tip hit her
forehead and ran down to her chin. The end hadn't even hit her
chin before the next strand was coming her way. This one ran from
across her cheek to her ear. "Ugh," groaned Beth in disgust just
as a third strand shot straight in her mouth. She closed her
mouth as soon as she realized it, but she was too late. His sperm
was rolling across her tongue and it was good. It was rich and
still warm. Beth swallowed it, again jealous that Ann had gulped
much more of his seed down. Beth used her fingers to shove more
of his sperm into her mouth. She saw Ann doing the same. Sperm
fanned out from Ann's lower lip across her chin as if she hadn't
been able to keep up with swallowing the massive volume. Ann's
tongue was licking it off her chin.

"Let's go back to my room and I'll take care of this cock
properly," said Ann.

"Right behind you," said Bruce, pulling his pants up and stuffing
his still very swollen cock inside. "Nice to meet you Miss
Bethany. Good luck with the pageant. If you need anything, dial
room service and ask for me."

"Come on let's go," said Ann. "You better get cleaned up before
mom gets back," she said to Beth. Ann and Bruce hurried out the
door.

Jesus! What if her mom had walked in on her? She'd better get
cleaned up and fast. It was pretty late already and Beth found
herself wondering where her mother was. It was late enough she
started to worry.

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

In the hallway, Ann grabbed the waistband of Bruce's pants. "I
can't wait to fuck that big cock of yours."

"I can't wait to fuck the famous Ann Dutton," replied Bruce. "I
thought the plan was for your sister to suck me off?"

"That was before I saw what a nice slab of dark meat you had. I
wanted you first."

Bruce took Ann in his arms and kissed her. His face wrinkled as
he tasted his sperm on her breath, but he didn't stop. "I'm
getting used to this fast," he said, breaking the kiss.

"You a newbie?"

Bruce pulled her into the elevator. Ann hit her floor`s number.
He pulled her ass against his crotch and cupped her large
breasts. "Couple months now," he whispered in her ear. "Already
had me eight white women, four here at the hotel and four at the
university."

"Long Island?"

"Yeah, the company sent me to take some business management
classes, but I'm not the best student, didn't study, fucked my
bitches. I can try again when I get used to my new body and gets
my needs under control."

"Good luck to you. I'm getting enhanced in a month. Solomon
himself might breed me."

"Wow! Congratulations." The elevator opened. "Now where's your
room, slut? I need to fuck."

"Come on stud."

"Can I do your ass too? The other eight couldn't take much. I've
seen you take it up the ass in your movies.

 Ann slid her key card through her door as quickly as possible
and the two entered her room. "I think you'll be very impressed
with my ass," was the last thing she said before closing the
door.

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

Marsha had closed her eyes. She'd knew she should be going, but
had decided to stay just to sniff Lester's cock some more. She
could still taste his fluid on her tongue. She wanted more, but
she wasn't about to blow a black dwarf. There was nothing wrong
with just smelling it.

Marsha felt herself choking. She opened her eyes, gagging. Her
eyes crossed as they stared at the thick black shaft sticking out
of her mouth. A small jet of precum sprayed the back of her
throat. Lester's entire golf ball sized cock head was in her
mouth and she had no memory of him pushing it in her. Her body
had acted on pure instinct. She pulled back until her lips were
pursed around half his cock head. The crown was out of her mouth,
but the urethra was still between her lips. Another shot of
precum sprayed her tongue. Her hand hefted his heavy scrotum,
full of sperm, richer then the sweet tasty fluid currently
squirting in her mouth. Never had she wanted to taste a man's
sperm before, but she wanted Lester's balls emptying in her
mouth, flowing down her throat, and filling her belly.

Marsha moved forward and swallowed the head again, then back,
almost letting it leave her mouth before swallowing it again.
Soon she was bobbing her head around his cock head, then several
inches of his cock. It wasn't her fault. She was drunk. It was
the booze making her do this. It was also her whore daughter's
fault for giving her father a stroke and making Marsha go crazy
from celibacy for five years. It was this crazy hotel's fault for
making her constantly horny everywhere she went. Mostly, it was
Lester's fault for having such a perfect dick. He'd called his
big black cock superior and he was right. It was superior.

"Suck that big black cock, slut."

He's such an arrogant little bastard, though Marsha, but she
couldn't stop. In fact, her body was trying harder, wanting to
please him. The head was sliding up and down her throat now,
while her hand was stroking his shaft from the root to her mouth.
It was the hand the had her wedding ring on it. She could see the
big diamond reflecting in the light as her hand jerked Lester's
cock. She suddenly felt guilty, but still she didn't stop.

"I want to see you swallow more," growled Lester, grabbing her
head and pulling her down.

Marsha felt the big cock head stretching her throat out as it
pushed deeper. She tried not to gag, breathing deeply through her
nose. She closed her eyes to grimace and when she reopened them,
his pubic hair was just inches from her nose. Soon it was
tickling the ends of her nose. Lester released her head and she
started bobbing her head again. This time she didn't use her
hand, but just squeezed her lips tightly around his thick shaft
as she deep throated it again and again.

"I'm gonna shove this thing up that tight white pussy of yours
when you're done, Marsha."

Marsha's groan of lust and fear was muffled by the huge black
cock down her throat. She wished she was naked. Her hand would be
between her legs fingering herself, she was so horny.

Lester seemed in no hurry to cum. Her neck started hurting before
to long. She had to stop deep throating him and go back to
jerking half while sucking the rest. Every now and then, she
would swallow it down her throat. The thing was steel hard,
unbendable. Her husband never had  a problem getting hard before
the stroke, but it was never this hard and her husband's was
barely half Lester's length and width. Edgar was twice as tall,
but half as big. Not for the first time, Marsha felt a little
resentment towards her husband.

"Starting to feel it," said Lester, and his cock twitched.

Thank god, she thought, though a part of her didn't want this to
end. Marsha wasn't a young woman any more and her body wasn't
used to this kind of activity. His cock was swelling as he got
closer. Still, it was another five minutes before he erupted.
Just the head was in her mouth when he blew. Marsha was
unprepared for the volume. It completely filled every recess of
her mouth, squirting out the sides as he shoved his cock down her
throat. His cock spasmed down her throat, pumping more sperm,
shooting a wad in her belly. Soon, sperm was flowing down her
throat as he withdrew it back to her mouth. Her mouth filled with
his seed again and this time she could taste how good it really
was. Marsha gulped, enjoying the sensation of hot sperm sliding
down her throat. She gulped again as her mouth continued to fill.
It was so good, better then she had anticipated while tasting his
precum. This wasn't natural. Her husband's semen might fill a
spoon, but Lester had probably cum 10oz or so and he was still
shooting, though now it was taking three or more blasts to fill
her mouth.

Finally, Lester pulled his cock entirely out of her mouth. He
grabbed the base and squeezed upwards, Marsha instinctively stuck
her tongue out to catch the remaining sperm on her tongue. Even
the leftover is more then her husband's entire ejaculate, she
noticed as a large strand fell on her tongue. She swallowed it,
then used her finger to scoop up and lick the sperm covering her
chin. It was cold now, but still good.

"Strip off them clothes, slut and go wait for me on the bed.
Don't get under the covers or turn off the light. I want to see
you." Lester turned and entered his bathroom.

Marsha walked towards the bed, but didn't strip. Instead she
headed over to his balcony. The cool night air blowing off the
ocean was salty and fresh. It cleared her mind. What the hell was
she thinking? She quickly turned and almost ran across his room.
She could hear the toilet flush. Lester almost bumped into her as
she reached the door to his room.

"Where do you think you are going, slut? Get back here so I can
fuck you."

"I'm sorry," she cried, opening the door. "I gotta go."

"Stop! Get your ass back here. I know you want this cock. What
are you afraid of?"

Marsha turned and looked down at the cock he was hefting in his
hands. It was already hard again. She did want it and that's why
she was afraid. Marsha turned and fled towards the elevator.

Lester walked out in the hall naked and watched her go. "Don't
wait too long to change your mind. I won't be here forever."

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

Day Three

Beth noticed her mom was uncharacteristically silent the next
morning at breakfast, but she didn't much feel like talking
either. Marsha accompanied her most of the day, watching her
practice her routines. Nor did her mom go out that night. That
was fine with Beth, she hadn't wanted to see her sister after her
slutty behavior with Bruce. Behavior that still made Bethany
angry when she thought about it and she was embarrassed to
realize that a lot of her anger was jealousy. The problem with
her mother not giving her any time alone was that it left her
sexually frustrated. She wanted to play with herself again and
finally did, but it was late at night in her bed in the pitch
dark when Beth really wanted the TV on to watch dirty movies
again.

Day Four

That morning her mom seemed bitchier then usual and frustrated,
but then so was Beth. Marsha snapped at her to hurry up or they
would be late for practice and Bethany actually snapped back at
her mother. Marsha stared back at her in shock and Bethany
covered her mouth with her palm looking at her mother in horror,
but Marsha didn't say anything. They both just hurried out of the
room and down to the auditorium. Late in the afternoon, they were
sunbathing at the pool and Beth found herself wanting to moan as
she rubbed the Trinibogo Tropic across her flat stomach. She
wanted to slip her hands under her panties. Her mom cleared her
throat, impatient for the lotion herself. Bethany sighed and
handed her mom the bottle. "Sorry, I snapped at you this morning,
mom," she told Marsha.

"I'm sorry too, dear. Maybe, we've been spending too much time
together." Marsha pulled a large dollop of lotion in her hand and
rubbed it in her thigh. Her hand moved inwards closer to the
bottom of her panties.

They were interrupted by the bartender. "Excuse me, this is from
the gentlemen at the bar." The bartender handed Marsha a mix
drink complete with tiny umbrella and slice of orange.

Marsha looked over at Beth who was frowning towards the bar. The
only one drinking there appeared to be a tiny black man. "Thank
whoever sent this for me," said Marsha to the bartender. "Tell
him I'm married." Marsha held up her hand and flashed her wedding
ring.

"Certainly ma'am," replied the bartender running his eyes down
both Dutton's bodies. "I'm Langston. Just let me know if you need
anything else."

Marsha caught the movement of his eyes checking her out and her
own eyes flickered down to his crotch. She was impressed by the
bulge and she swore it moved.

Bethany stared at the bartender's crotch. His bulge was
impressive and instinct told her it was a big one. She wanted to
shove her fingers in her pussy right then and there. She wanted
him to pull it out so she could see it. She needed time alone to
masturbate again. "Maybe you should go out tonight for awhile so
we can have some alone time," she said to her mom.

Marsha looked over her drink as she sipped it, gazing at Lester
sitting at the bar. "I think I will go out tonight, dear."

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

Lester's cell phone vibrated in his pants. He checked it and read
the text. It read, "She's heading for the elevator." He quickly
left his room and strolled towards the elevator door on his
floor. His cell vibrated again. "On casino floor."   The elevator
took a long time to reach his floor and an even longer time to
descend to the casino level. He confidently strolled towards the
Addis Aba Bar and entered it. There was no sign of Marsha.
Somewhat surprised, he sent a quick text off to the monitor.
"10-20?" Lester left the bar with his cell phone in hand assuming
she was at Two Buck Tim's. He was halfway across the casino floor
near the table games when his cell phone went off. "Lost! Target
disappeared in crowd. Will keep trying." Lester growled. He was
sure, Marsha must be chomping on her bit to get her pussy stuffed
with some cock. Maybe she was trying to get some black cock, just
not from him? She wouldn't be the first to ignore him for another
black man. He changed direction and headed for the blackjack
tables. He climbed into a seat and placed a bet, hoping the
monitors would find her. They were busy watching for sexual
activity among the pageant contestants and couldn't devote too
much time to finding one woman for him. Plus, not every hall and
room had a hidden camera. He sat and waited focusing on the game.

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

Bethany was naked the second her mom walked out the door. Soon
she was on her back, legs spread, her finger stroking across her
clit. The young woman had found it to be a great source of
pleasure when she stroked the distended nub. The television
showed Ann lovingly sucking on a gorgeous black cock. Honestly,
the movie was disgusting. The title was "Lesbo Chicks Discover
Black Dicks" and Ann actually had a Lesbian scene in it. However
disgusting watching two women go at it was, the movie turned hot
when the black dicks came into play.

Bethany had a small unsatisfying orgasm. She got off the bed
feeling dirty and took a quick shower. After her shower, she
paced the room in her pajamas, walked out on the balcony and
stared out at the ocean for fifteen minutes, a sight she felt
she`d never grow used to. Frustrated and confused over her
feelings, Bethany walked over to the bed and kneeled, leaning on
it, her hands folded in prayer. She prayed for guidance. The only
response she got was a loud growl from her stomach. Bethany took
it as a sign.

Beth picked up the phone and dialed room service. "Hi. Can you
send a turkey club up to room 902 please. Yes, thank you. Oh and
if Bruce is working, have him bring it."

Beth hung up the phone. Tonight, she wouldn't have to share that
big black cock with her sister. Tonight, she'd suck and lick it
and take it down her throat. His cum tasted better then any
sandwich. Her pussy suddenly started leaking. She'd keep her
clothes on. She couldn't trust her body around Bruce's cock. Her
pussy wanted it. She couldn't cheat on her boyfriend and she
wasn't on birth control. She'd have to settle for sucking it.

Bethany sat down on the bed to wait.

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

Marsha was dressed to kill. She was proud of her looks, but
didn't like dressing to show off her body. She hated older women
who dressed like their daughters, finding it inappropriate and
believing those women were being unrealistic. Women should accept
aging and do it gracefully. She'd changed by her bed and slipped
out of the room, yelling bye to her daughter and hoping Bethany
wouldn't see what she was wearing.

Marsha wore a short skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her legs looked
like they belonged on a woman twenty years younger. They were fit
and firm, tanned from her recent sunbathing. They were smooth and
without a trace of varicose veins. Her top had spaghetti straps
over her shoulders that left her arms bare. Her arms were also
fit and smooth, with only minor sag around the upper arm when she
held her arm straight out. Most embarrassing was her top. It
hugged her breasts, a push up bra holding her mighty EE-cups up
and firm. The top was low cut and the view of her cleavage was as
impressive as the grand canyon`s. The Howard women were gifted
with big breasts, her mom had EE`s and her late grandmother`s
breasts hung down to her navel. No Howard woman ever had trouble
attracting attention from men and Edgar Dutton seemed hypnotized
by her breasts the first time he saw her with her bra off. Both
Bethany and the slut daughter had big DD-cup breasts on their
small framed bodies and so did Marsha at their age, but age and
childbirth had made hers swell to the pendulous heavy udders that
approached EE's and made her back ache from time to time. Showing
off her navel was also something she never did, despite a flat
sexy stomach. The top stopped about an inch above her belly
button. Most of her stomach was as flat as either of her
daughters, but she did have a slight motherly bulge beneath her
belly button. Heeled sandals showed off her painted toes. She
wore some makeup, red lipstick and a touch of eye liner. Her hair
was curled, the occasional streaks of gray the only indication
that this was a woman closer to fifty then forty.

Marsha passed the Eden Spa. It was the casino's spa and massage.
Through the window she could see a giant muscular black man
dressed in white shorts and a white tee shirt leading a middle
aged woman back to a massage room. Marsha recognized the woman as
one of the pageant contestants chaperones. Next door was Black's
Gym. One of the owners of the chain was a judge at the pageant.
Several muscular black men were strolling through the workout
equipment giving advice to a large group of people exercising.
Several were working closely with some of the pageant
contestants.

After Black's Gym was Posers. Posers was a large dance club
filled with a mostly younger crowd. It leased the space from the
casino and hadn't been remodeled as it was independently owned.
The main entrance was off the street, but there was also a
smaller entrance from the casino. A huge white guy half fat and
half muscle was checking id's at the door. He smiled and waved
her inside. Marsha smiled. She looked young, but not young enough
to get carded.

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

Scott's eyes bugged out when he saw the woman's cleavage. The
woman flashed him a shy smile. She was stacked and packed and at
first glance appeared late thirties, but a closer look showed her
to be much older. His lips curled up in a wry grin and he nodded
at her. She nodded back, smiling as she sat at the bar and
ordered a drink. She picked up her mixed drink and swirled it
before taking a sip. His eyes glanced at the hand holding the
drink, easily making out the white band around her ring finger,
obvious against her tanned hand.

Scott was working up the nerve to go talk to her, when his
friends grabbed him and pulled him out to the dance floor. Posers
was a dance club and the dance area was always crowded. It wasn't
a couples dance place, but a group dance club. People just
danced. His group consisted of five guys and two of their
girlfriends. They were in their early twenties and all worked in
the city. Tonight the club didn't have a band, but the DJ was
playing some good mixes.

Scott felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. The woman from the
bar was dancing up to him. He took in the amazing figure before
she put one arm around his neck and they started dancing
together. Her other arm held her drink. Scott placed his hands on
her bare waist and pulled her closer. He knew without any doubt
that he would be fucking this sexy older woman in a short while.
"Scott," he whispered in her ear.

"Marsha," she replied.

Scott pulled her close and held her as they danced. One of his
single male friends caught his eye and winked. They were always
looking to get laid and Posers was the bar for hook ups. It had
always been a hot spot in town, but something had changed when
the casino became the Nubian King. Scott and his friends realized
their odds of getting laid here had suddenly dramatically
increased. Woman staying at the casino seemed to show up here
looking more for sex then to dance. Scott had fucked six women
staying at the casino. Two had been fat, one had been fifteen
years older then Marsha, but Scott didn't care. He'd once told
his friends that he would fuck anything. Of course, one had been
a very attractive married woman who complained that her husband
hadn't been able to get it up since they'd arrived in Atlantic
City. He'd seen her the next night with one of the casino's black
employees.

Marsha`s abdomen brushed against his crotch and she seemed to
notice his bulge. She pressed against it and he swore she
shuddered. "Lets go get another drink," she said.

Scott nodded and winked at his friends. She held his hand,
leading him back to the bar. She ordered them a round and even
paid for the drinks. They sat at the bar and talked ordering
another round. Scott found it difficult to stare at her face
while talking to her with her vast cleavage sucking his eyes down
into their depths. She laughed at one of his jokes and put a hand
on his knee. Scott froze. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked.

"Love to," said Marsha, quickly guzzling down her drink.

"Do you have a room here?"

"Yes, but my dau... I'm chaperoning one of the pageant
contestants. She's using the room. How about you?"

"I live outside the city. It's a long commute."

"Damn," she groaned.

"Come with me," he said. Scott led her to one of the places he
had fucked one of the fat chicks. They exited to the street from
the casino's main entrance. Scott held her arm as they crossed
the street and walked down the dark road towards the boardwalk.
The neighboring block consisted of several buildings and an
intersecting alley through them.

"You want to have sex in an alley?" she asked.

"No, I want to have sex on a water bed in a cabana on the beach
in the Caribbean while a full moon reflects off the blue water
while the dolphins sing, but an alley is all we got."

Marsha laughed. "I'm still following you."

The alley was filled with dumpsters and a few low illumination
security lights. It was very quiet and they seemed safe from
being disturbed. Scott pushed her against a wall and began
kissing her. Their tongues teased each other, pushing first into
her mouth, then back into his. Scott's hands moved from her waist
to the bottom of her top, trying to push it up over her breasts,
but the top was too tight against her large bosom. She pushed him
back and pulled her spaghetti strap over her shoulders. Scott
eagerly pulled the top down. Marsha rolled her eyes as he stared
in awe at her tightly constrained breasts. He was too impatient
to reach behind her and unhook her bra. Instead he just slid his
fingers under her bra and flicked them up over her breasts.
"Wow!" he cried as her breasts sagged down.

"They're too big," she complained, moaning as he pinched one of
her erect nipples.

"Their magnificent," he said, bending down and taking the nipple
he'd been pinching between his lips. Marsha moaned and held his
head tightly against her breast. Scott reached down and fumbled
with his belt, quickly opening his pants.

Marsha felt his hands come up under her skirt, quickly grasping
her panties. She felt sick to her stomach suddenly. She wasn't in
a dirty Atlantic City alley. She was in her living room. Her
husband was sitting in the wheelchair he'd used after his stroke.
He was frowning at her as he watched his wife and the mother of
his two daughters about to have sex with a man young enough to be
her son. Marsha felt tears in her eyes. Scott was still gently
biting one of her nipples. Her hands went from grasping his
shoulders to resting her palms against them to push him back, but
she hesitated.

Marsha's panties were down now and Scott had pulled her thighs
open. His finger rubbed along her slit and she felt shamed by how
wet she was. Scott released her nipple and lifted her up along
the wall. Something hard slid along her slit and then it was in.
Marsha gasped in shock and joy. All thoughts of resisting fled
her mind as she felt her first stiff dick inside her in five
years.

Scott worked the end around, coating it with her fluids, pushing
it deeper as she opened for him. Marsha's tears of shame became
tears of joy. This young stud wasn't a limp dick like the other
two men she'd tried to hook up with. The head of his prick
suddenly slid deep and Marsha moaned with pleasure as she
trembled from her first orgasm in a long time. Even before her
husband's stroke, she hadn't cum with him in years. It had been
maybe eight years since she'd cum with a man and it felt good.
"Oh god, fuck me," she whispered.

"You got it, babe," growled Scott. Scott moved faster, thrusting
as quickly as he could.

Marsha thought Scott felt like her husband, though he hadn't been
able to maintain the pace this young man could for years. It felt
great, but she wanted more. "Deeper," she begged, whispering in
his ear. "Harder, fuck me harder and deeper." Marsha sobbed with
joy again. "I love your big cock."

Scott growled and pumped faster. His dick was completely average
and it thrilled him to be called big. "Gonna blow soon."

"Cum in me. Give me that big cock." Marsha wanted him deeper,
stretching her out. She felt him grunt, sperm coated her insides.
"Fuck me with that big black cock." She came again. Her husband
nodded his approval from the wheelchair while she fucked the
black dwarf. "Fuck me, Lester."

Scott pulled out and released her. Marsha almost slid down the
wall to the dirty alley floor, but caught herself. He was pulling
up his pants and frowning down at her. Marsha's face flushed with
embarrassment. She watched Scott turn and leave without a word to
her and she didn't blame him. "I'm fucked up," she said, pulling
herself to her feet. Scott had seemed to fill her up completely,
yet she had wanted more. She pictured Lester's superior black
cock. His semen tasting so good. She licked her lips at the
memory. She should have never left his room that night. She
didn`t even think of Lester as a person the first time she met
him.  The dwarf wasn`t an "it", but the most superior person
she`d ever met. "You are fucked up," she said again, leaving the
alley. Marsha wanted to avoid seeing Scott in the club, so she
turned and headed for the boardwalk.

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

Bethany trembled when the knock finally came on her door. "Room
service," called a voice she recognized as Bruce's. She was a
little shaky as she walked over and opened the door. Bruce stood
there, smiling down at her, a knowing grin on his face. He was
holding a tray. "One turkey club, Miss Beth."

"Yes, Bruce," she replied. "Bring it on in." She stepped aside as
he entered the room. Beth glanced up and down the hall. Here and
there several groups of contestants were talking. Beth backed up
and shut the door. "How much do I owe you?"

"$14.99."

Beth rolled her eyes at the exorbitant cost. The same sandwich
would have been five dollars at the diner back home. "Oops, my
mom has all my money."

"That's no problem Miss Beth, I can put it on your room bill."
Bruce put the tray down and walked up to her. "Was there anything
else you wanted?"

"No... I... Um."

"Anything you need?"

Bethany gulped. How do you tell a man that you want to suck his
cock? "J-just the sandwich."

Bruce nodded and smiled. "Then I'll be going. Say these are nice
pajamas." One big black hand reached out and felt the sleeve of
her top. "Soft," he mumbled. He slid his hand over to her large
bosom. "This is soft too." He squeezed her breast. Beth moaned in
response, not stopping him. She moaned and shivered as his finger
pinched her engorged nipple through her pajama top. His other
hand came up and pinched her other nipple. Beth wanted to fall
into his arms. "You gots some big white tittys, Miss Bethany. Now
I can put the sandwich on your tab, but I still need a tip."
Bruce moved his hand off her breasts and up to her shoulders. He
pushed down. Beth didn't resist, falling to her knees at his
feet, staring at the bulge in his pants. "Was the sandwich all
you wanted?"

"No," whispered Beth. "I want to see your penis again, suck it
some more."

"Say it right. This ain't no little white boy penis." Bruce undid
his pants.

"I want to see your black cock again. I want to suck your big
black cock."

"Better." Bruce pulled his cock out this time. He watched Beth
gasp, her eyes lighting up. "You want this all to yourself this
time."

"Yes," whispered Bethany. She reached out and took the stiffening
shaft from Bruce's hand. It looked bigger in her little white
hand then it did in his enormous hands. "All mine." She leaned
forward and ran her tongue around the head.

Bruce stepped back. "Do what your sister did." He stepped forward
again.

Beth leaned down and placed her pursed lips upon the tip, feeling
the fluid pouring from his urethra on her lips. She closed her
eyes and trembled, inhaling the powerful masculine scent coming
from his cock. "I acknowledge the superiority of your black
cock," she said, kissing it.

"Thank me."

Bethany frowned, looking up at the giant black man. "Thank you?"
she asked, looking perplexed.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Bethany closed her eyes and sniffed the bulbous head of his dark
cock. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock," she replied,
realizing it was true.

"You're welcome. You may began."

Bethany nodded, grinned, and kissed the head again. She then
began licking all around the head, tasting his precum and lapping
it up as quickly as it oozed out of his urethra. Soon Bethany was
kissing the tip, only this time, she opened her mouth wider and
wider and let his entire cock head slip inside her mouth. She
tightly squeezed her lips around the shaft and bobbed her head.
Beth gagged and choked as the head pushed back into her throat.
She pushed forwards, suppressing the reflex to force the cock out
of her mouth. She felt the head slide past her tonsils as it made
it's way deeper down her throat.

Beth felt a wave of pleasure engulf her body. This was her cock
and hers alone. There was no Ann here to steal this cock from her
like she had two nights ago. She shuddered at the memory of Bruce
pointing his cock at her, sperm hitting her face and  going in
her mouth. It had tasted so good and tonight she'd have more of
it. Beth bobbed her head faster.

Bruce reached down and wrapped his fingers in Bethany's hair. He
guided her head at a pace he desired. It was too much for the
teen and she gagged. Bruce relented a little, still guiding her
head, but letting her only suck on half his cock. She reached up
and used her hand on the rest. Her other hand found and squeezed
his ball sack. Bruce moaned and forced her head to move faster.
"Oh yeah, slut, that's good," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill your
belly and then I'm gonna fill that tight white pussy of yours."

Beth shuddered again. She wished she had pulled her top off
before sucking him. She wanted to play with her nipples or shove
her fingers inside her pussy. She did want to try it in her
pussy.  Beth quickly unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall
open. Her hands came up pinching and tugging on her nipples while
she bobbed her head over five inches of cock. She trembled,
moaning around the cock in her mouth. Her panties felt soaked.
Beth's right hand left her nipple and slid down her stomach,
slipping under the waistbands of her pajamas and panties. Her
fingers found her pussy and pushed inside. She shuddered almost
immediately as she had a small orgasm.

Bruce was impatient and grabbed her head, forcing it down over
more of his cock. Beth continued frigging her pussy while he
shoved his thick black cock deeper down her throat. She wanted to
gag and felt like she was choking, but she ignored it, breathing
through her nose. The knobby cock head pushed past her tonsils,
deeper and deeper until his pubes tickled her nose. She came
again as she realized she had just swallowed the whole thing.
Still, it was difficult to deep throat such a big cock. Bruce
grabbed the hand she had on her breast and brought it up to his
shaft. Bethany found herself rapidly bobbing her head over half
his cock while stroking the rest. Eventually, his cock swelled
even thicker and Bruce started groaning. Bethany redoubled her
efforts moving both her head and hand as rapidly as she could.
Bruce grunted and thrust his hips forward, shoving several inches
of cock deeper in her throat. His shaft jerked, the first wad
filling her belly. Bethany yanked her head back until the tip of
his cock exited her throat just as it blew it's second large wad.
Hot rich sperm filled her mouth and she gulped it down. Sperm
again filled her mouth making her cheeks bulge out. Bethany
swallowed, but some squirted out the sides of her mouth. Again
her mouth filled and she almost gagged keeping up with the flow,
but it was so good. Finally, the bursts of semen stopped, but his
cock still sprayed streams of sperm in her mouth. She was able to
roll her tongue around his hot seed, tasting it, loving it,
wanting more. She swallowed again and again, savoring each jet of
sperm. Finally, Bruce pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Hold yo
tongue out," he growled. He grabbed his shaft and stroked his
fist forward. Bethany thought he was done, but incredibly another
big wad of sperm shot out, covering her nose and eyes. A final
strand shot from his cock and landed on her tongue. For a few
seconds it hung like a web from her tongue to his urethra before
it fell off his cock completely. "How's that? Good?"

Bethany smiled. "It was incredible. I love sucking your cock."

"Well, your gonna love this mutha in your pussy even more."

"Yes, I think I am," said Bethany, staring in awe at his cock. It
had shrunken several inches and was bending downward. When he
mentioned her pussy it began reversing course and rising again.
Bethany glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Jesus! It's
late, mom could be home any moment. You've got to get dressed.
Hurry."

"Not tills I fucks this pussy."

"Tomorrow night Bruce. I promise."

Bruce sneered and for a moment it looked like he wasn't about to
stop, but then he appeared to calm down. Bruce stepped back and
began to dress. "Tomorrow night. Call me as soon as she leaves."

"Yes, as soon as mom's gone. I can't wait." Bethany grinned
evilly. She leaned forward just before his cock was about to
disappear in his underwear. She kissed the head and licked it. "I
want your superior black cock in my pussy as soon as possible,"
she said.

"Bitch!" growled Bruce, having difficulty shoving his now fully
hard cock in his underwear. "You'll pay for that, you tease."

"I hope so," laughed Beth. "Let yourself out. I gotta get cleaned
up before mom gets back."

Beth looked over at the turkey sandwich, but she was no longer
hungry.

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

Lester kissed the right ass cheek of the Russian girl as she
dressed. Svetlana was one of the casino's cocktail waitresses and
all she had to wear was the leopard skin bikini lying on the
floor beside the bed. She put the bikini on and stepped inside
her heeled sandals. "Good timing," she said. Her "good" sounding
like "gude". "My shift begins in an hour."

Lester lifted the rear of the loincloth and spanked her ass. "Get
to work then." He let the girl out of his apartment. She had been
an easy lay. All the sexy cocktail waitresses were black cock
sluts. Most had fallen during training before the casino even
reopened. Some had moved on to dancing at the nearby Atlantic
City zebra club, some were now nude modeling, and some had moved
on to making porns. Their replacements usually discovered black
cock within a week of being hired.

The nude dwarf waddled over to the shower. His cock dragged along
the floor, the contact stimulating it some and making it swell.
It was nearly fully hard when he entered the shower. He had asked
for a handicapped room so that he wouldn't have to climb into a
tub. The shower was ground level and he could walk right in.

Lester scrubbed off the remnants of last nights love making.
Flakes of dried sperm, churned into globs by the relentless
pounding of his cock, covered his crotch. His genitals were also
still sticky from the Russian's multiple orgasms. He rubbed the
soap into his cock, his hand gliding up the hard shaft. Lester
resisted the urge to masturbate as he felt his balls stirring.
His cock was still hard as he left the shower. He belted his
little robe on just as the doorbell rang.

Lester walked over to the door. His cock stuck straight out from
between the folds of his robe. He was forced to open his robe,
pull his shaft up against his chest and retie the robe's belt to
hold his cock up. "Who is it," he called, unable to see through
the peephole. Even in a handicapped room, nobody had thought to
lower the peephole.

"It's Marsha," called a voice on the other side of the door.

Lester smirked and opened his door. "Marsha, good to see you.
Come on in."

Marsha forced a smile on her face and nodded her head as a
greeting. She walked past the little man and into his large room.
She looked at the unmade bed and at the rumpled sheets. She
wondered if he would be fucking her on it in a few minutes.
"Lester, I..." She didn't no how to finish her sentence. She'd
never had to ask anyone to fuck her before. She didn't have to.
Marsha held her head down and turned around. "Oh my!" she cried,
seeing that Lester had dropped his robe and that monster cock of
his was sticking straight out from his crotch.

"Get out of them clothes, bitch and on the bed."

Marsha only stared at it for a second before her hands came up to
fumble with her top. Her belly growled as she stared at the fluid
slowly leaking from his cock head. It had tasted so good the
other night. "I'm sorry about the other night," she finally said.
Lester was staring at her body hungrily and she realized she was
now down to her underwear. She hadn't even remembered stripping
of her clothes.

"You're really gonna be sorry once I gets this in ya," said
Lester, hefting his mighty cock. "I'm only here a few more nights
and you're gonna be wishing I put this in ya the night we met and
a dozen times since."

Marsha trembled as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the
floor. If sex with Lester was as good as he made it out to be,
she was in for the best fucking of her life. Marsha leaned down
and pulled her panties down her legs. There was a small
insignificant wet spot from where Scott's sperm had leaked onto
it. She was now naked before the little black man. Marsha stood
up straight and thrust her breasts outwards proudly. So far he
hadn't said anything. She wondered if he was pleased by her body.
She closed her eyes and trembled some more.

Lester stepped up to Marsha. Her ponderous breasts hung down,
putting her nipples in line with his eyes. He tilted his head and
sucked one nipple between his lips. Marsha gasped and then she
whimpered as Lester's fingers reached up between her thighs and
felt her wetness. "I see you're ready for me," he growled,
plunging his fingers up into her pussy. The hot and horny bitch
actually came as three of his fingers pushed inside her as deep
as they could go which wasn't far given his smaller hands. He
felt her heat and wetness as her pussy tried to squeeze down over
his fingers. Lester gave her nipple a playful little bite before
backing away from her. He looked up at the haughty woman still
standing still, chest pushed out. She was looking at him
expectantly. "Get down on all fours," he ordered.

Marsha kneeled and then fell forwards on all fours. She knew what
he was doing. He was humbling her. He wanted to look down on her
while she looked up at him. Days ago, she was barely willing to
talk to the black dwarf and had abandoned him the moment another
man hit on her. Now, he was going to make her pay for her pride.

"Crawl over to me and beg to suck my cock, slut."

Damn him and damn me, thought Marsha. I'm going to do it.
Marsha's arm moved forward and then her knee followed it. She was
crawling towards the dwarf. "Please Lester. Let me suck your
cock."

"Not good enough," said Lester, taking a step backwards.

"Oh god," cried Marsha, humiliated. "I need to suck your big
black cock again. Please let me suck your big black cock. I
w-want to taste your cum again. It tasted so good." Marsha
realized that everything she was saying was true. She wanted to
taste him again. She needed this cock. His cock was sticking
straight out and her lips were approaching the big head. Just as
her lips were poised to touch it and her mouth was opening,
Lester pulled his cock up to his chest.

"Clean my black balls first."

Marsha crawled forwards another step, lowering her belly onto the
floor so that she could lick his hairy scrotum. It was as big as
her two fists put together, dark black, wrinkly, and covered in
pubic hair. She licked his balls and immediately felt a pubic
hair in her mouth. She continued licking, tasting several more
hairs. He was clean from his recent shower, but his crotch
stilled smelled exciting and the odor was stronger around his
balls. Marsha's enthusiasm increased. She wanted to please the
black dwarf, so she opened her mouth and tried to fit one of his
large testicles inside it. It wouldn't fit, so she just sucked on
it. She switched to the other ball and sucked on it. Lester
groaned, but actually jerked his crotch back from her mouth from
the sensitivity.

Lester's cock fell and whacked Marsha's head. She angled her head
and licked up the underside of his foot long shaft until she
reached the head. Marsha pushed herself off the floor, her mouth
engulfing the head and she began sucking. It was easier this
time. A strange sense of belonging filled Marsha as she bobbed
her head over his cock. How very strange to feel this way while
sucking a black dwarf's cock in a hotel room far from home. She
had not felt such a strong feeling of belonging or purpose at
home, in her husband's arms, or giving birth to her daughters.
She was where she was supposed to be, doing what she was born to
do. Doing what she loved doing.

Marsha came. Her orgasm sent waves of pleasure throughout her
body. It was intense and stronger then the one she'd had with
Scott earlier that night. She hadn't remembered when her hand had
found it's way between her legs, but sometime after she began
sucking Lester, she had also started fingering herself.  As good
as it was, she pulled her hand out from between her legs so that
she could concentrate on sucking Lester's cock and holding
herself up. It was her job to pleasure him, not herself. Her time
would come later.

Marsha pushed her head forward, her tongue pressing the underside
of his cock as she took him deep in her throat. When her nose
pushed against his pubes, she began bobbing her head with most of
his cock down her throat. Then she pulled up and used her hand to
jerk his shaft while bobbing her head over half his cock. Soon
she was rapidly sucking just the head, while stroking the shaft
with two hands. Suddenly, Marsha paused and pulled his cock from
her mouth. "I want you to fuck me," she said, looking at him.

"Don't worry. You'll get this cock, slut. Now finish the blow
job."

Marsha kissed his cock head and then went back to sucking it.
There was no doubt in her mind that he would keep his promise.
She bobbed her head as fast as she could, pausing only to rest
her neck. His stamina was as amazing as the last time. It was
close to a half hour before his cock started swelling. Marsha
pulled her head back, keeping the head in her mouth. She wanted
to taste him. Soon she got her wish. Hot sperm sprayed against
the back of her throat and her whole mouth filled at the blink of
an eye. Sperm squirted from the sides of her mouth before she
could swallow.

Marsha gulped, relaxing her throat as his semen flowed down her
into her belly. Lester kept giving little thrusts of his hips as
he came forcing his cock head down to her tonsils, churning the
sperm that continued erupting from his shaft. Her mouth filled
again and again, her swallowing kept up with his ejaculate and no
more of his sperm was wasted. His final wads were still enormous,
but she could roll them around her tongue, tasting him before
swallowing and tasting the next squirt. It tasted the same, but
each wad was different like a snowflake.

Marsha removed him from her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She
looked up at him as she stroked his shaft forwards, trying to
milk the last few drops out. His cock surprised her and sent a
long strand across her face before a second strand fell onto her
tongue hanging from his pee slit before a little more forced it
to fall into her mouth.

"Well done, slut," said Lester, when he was finally done cumming.
"Now go get cleaned up and join me on the bed."

Marsha climbed to her feet. It seemed unnatural that she towered
over this real man. He should be the one towering over her. He
quickly leaned forward and nipped one of her nipples before
smacking her on her ass and pushing her in the direction of his
bathroom. Marsha entered his bathroom and turned on the hot water
over his sink. Her hand came up to her face and pushed the long
strand of sperm towards her tongue. Marsha Dutton what have you
become, she asked herself? No wonder Lester, seemed to revel in
calling her a slut. Marsha quickly leaned down and washed her
face.

When she returned to the main room. Lester was lying on his back
on the bed. He was holding his erect cock in his hand. "Ride me."
he commanded.

Marsha climbed on the bed. His cock was so long, she had to stand
over Lester's lap and then squat. She gulped as she felt the
enormous head pressing against her pussy. She even felt a little
squirt of precum coat her labia, but she was already wet for him.
Marsha pushed down and she came again as the head pushed inside
her.  There was no turning back now and as each additional inch
entered her all thoughts of regret vanished.  She felt an orgasm
building and it would be a big one. It came when she had taken
about six inches. Marsha wasn't prepared for it's intensity. She
screamed with pleasure, her cum running down Lester's shaft. Her
legs started to shake and grew weak. Marsha found herself
collapsing, her body slamming down, impaling herself on his cock.
Her scream turned to pain as Lester's cock head slammed against
her cervix before pushing through into her womb.

Dazed, Marsha shook her head to clear it. The brief stabbing pain
she had felt was fading. Waves of pleasure radiated out from her
pussy and breasts. She blinked her eyes and looked down at the
hands both big and small at the same time kneading her breasts.
Lester's fingers would pinch and tug roughly on her nipples from
time to time, but it felt incredible.

"Damn slut! You got some big ass white titties."

"Thank you," replied Marsha, not knowing what else to say. "Your
cock is amazing."

"Time to ride it then," said Lester. He removed one hand from her
breast and brought it down hard on her ass cheek. "Giddee up."

Marsha hadn't completely recovered from her orgasm, but she
slowly started bouncing in his lap. She'd barely started moving
when she came again. She felt wetness around her thighs as her
cum soaked Lester's pubic hair and balls. She'd decided to have
an affair because she missed sex with her husband, but this was
better then anything she'd ever imagined. Scott was a nobody and
she couldn't remember what sex with her husband felt like. It was
almost like she was having sex for the first time. She recovered
faster this time, not wanting the movement to stop. Marsha was on
her knees now and couldn't use her legs so she could only bounce
in his lap. She came again and collapsed on Lester. The dwarf
found her nipples in his face. His sucked one between his lips
and bucked his hips. Marsha moaned. Lester switched to her other
nipple and sucked it for awhile. Soon he grew bored of this
position. He wanted to fuck her with the full length of his cock.
The dwarf flexed his big muscles and rolled the woman over.

Marsha found herself on her back. Lester sat up off her body and
kneeled between her spread legs. His cock started moving. Her
pussy gripped it as he nearly removed his entire cock. She could
feel his thick cock head stretching her labia out before it
pushed deep, through her cervix, and into her womb again. Soon it
was back at her labia. Twice he teased her, pulling it out all
the way and Marsha found herself begging him to put it back in.
He did and started fucking her faster. Each time he buried his
cock, Marsha raised her hips to meet his thrust. She came several
more times, each one bigger then the last. Lester's cock felt
even bigger. He suddenly slammed it forward with enough force it
hurt a little and then she felt the jet of sperm hit her womb.
Marsha was suddenly thrashing around on the bed as she had her
biggest orgasm yet. Jet after jet of sperm struck her womb
prolonging her orgasm. Suddenly her pussy was empty. Lester's
monster cock was sliding between her thighs, past her belly
button. It glistened with her juices and it really did look
bigger then it had when she sucked it. The head spit at her and a
wad of sperm struck her face. She had to close her eyes, but she
knew the thing hadn't stopped cumming, More semen splattered on
her breasts and belly as he pulled his cock back.

Marsha was wiping the cum from her eyes when she felt Lester
tugging on her leg. He was trying to roll her over. She was still
groggy, but he was persistent and she complied. Marsha turned
over on her belly and raised her ass up when he tugged on her
hips. She gasped as he entered her again. His cock must have
barely quit cumming and already he was sticking it back in her.
Marsha kept her face down in the covers with her ass up in the
air. Lester leaned against her and she realized the little black
man must be standing behind her where a normal sized man would
have kneeled in such a position. It worked well. He was able to
pound her pussy hard from the rear. Marsha found herself moaning
into the sheets as she started cumming again.

Marsha didn't think she could take much more. That last big
orgasm had been better then all the orgasms she ever had with her
husband in a lifetimes worth of fucking. How was it possible to
cum so much? How could she not with such a superior cock as
Lester's fucking her into submission? She felt addicted to his
cock already. She turned her head and glanced at the clock. She
couldn't believe how late it was. They had been fucking for
hours. His cock felt like it was getting bigger again and he was
slamming it harder. Lester's hands were squeezing her ass cheeks
as he fucked her. His hand shifted and suddenly his thumb was
pressing against her rectum. She wanted to pull away, but
couldn't. This was unnatural. His thumb pushed hard and quickly
slipped inside her ass. Instead of feeling unpleasant or hurting,
her ass squeezed it and Marsha moaned with increased pleasure.
Hot seed struck her womb again and Marsha came, her ass clenching
his thumb. The added stimulation made this orgasm even bigger
then the last.

Lester didn't pull out this time. He let her womb fill up with
his sperm. He pulled his thumb out of her ass as he slowly pulled
his cock from her pussy. His sperm followed his cock, first
pouring out when his cock came free and then reducing to just a
trickle. She felt her cervix close up trapping a good deal of his
seed in her womb.

"Oh god, Lester, " moaned Marsha with her face still in the
sheets. "That was incredible. I've never been fucked like that. I
gotta go. It's late and my daughter will be worried." Marsha
tried to push herself up on all fours. She managed it after
several attempts.

Lester suddenly spanked her ass cheek again. "I'm breaking your
slut ass in next time."

Marsha grimaced in fear. Just the thought of that monster
anywhere near her ass frightened her. Hopefully he was kidding.
She struggled to get into his bathroom and managed to clean
herself up as best as she could. She left the bathroom and walked
out to retrieve her clothes. Lester was propped up on the bed
watching the TV. He was flipping back between the news and an
interracial porn movie. Marsha stared at him as she dressed. His
cock was splayed out between his legs, nearly as long as his
short legs. Amazingly, a scene on the porn must have excited him
because his cock  suddenly extended an inch and the whole thing
plumped up a little. He reached out and grabbed the phone beside
the bed.

"Ah Lester," she said. "Thanks. I um..."

Lester waved his hand at her dismissively and said into the
phone, "This is Mr. Nibelung. I need some clean sheets brought up
to my room."

Marsha turned and let herself out the door.

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

Day Five

“Watch it Idaho!”

“Sorry,” mumbled Bethany. Miss Teen Arkansas was busy rubbing her
foot where Beth had stepped on it.

The dance instructor frowned at her and said, “Once more from the
top, girls.”

Bethany was distracted and couldn’t focus on practicing her
routine. All she could think about was Bruce’s cock and that
she’d hopefully have it in her pussy later that day. Her mom was
in the audience, but she too seemed distracted like she didn’t
want to be here either. Beth tried to focus on dancing, but the
pageant just didn’t seem important to her anymore. Her usually
obsessive mom had missed the beginning of rehearsal to go
shopping which was completely out of character for her. Beth
bumped into Arkansas again. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Her mom hadn’t
even noticed all the mistakes she was making. Marsha Dutton was
just staring off into space.

“If you want, I can replace you with another girl, Idaho,” yelled
the dance instructor.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit distracted,” replied Beth.

“Then I should replace you with someone more focused, but since
you’re not the only one, you‘re safe for now,” said the
instructor. “Half of you look distracted. Was there some big
party last night or something?” She was right. Half the pageant
contestants had dazed looks on their faces and were having
trouble focusing. “Well lets break for lunch. We can try again
later.”

It didn’t go much better later. Marsha went shopping while Beth
was at lunch. Her mother hadn’t even noticed the dance instructor
snap at her. The dance instructor and some of the other coaches
were disgusted with the girls by the end of the day. Marsha
showed up with some shopping bags when practice for the day
ended. She rode up to their room in the elevator with Beth. Both
were silent until they got to their room.

“You going out again tonight, mom?” asked Beth, trying not to
sound too hopeful.

“Um… yes,” replied Marsha. She hoped her daughter wasn’t
suspicious of her reasons for going out. “Do you mind? I mean we
haven’t spent much time together.”

“No no,” said Beth, a little too hastily. “Please, enjoy
yourself. You don’t get out much back home.”

“Thanks. I’ll call down and have room service send you something
up before I hop in the shower.”

“No thanks mom, I’ll do it after you’ve left.”

“Alright dear.” Marsha entered the bathroom and turned the shower
on. She stripped thinking about Lester’s huge black cock. She
couldn’t stop thinking about that foot long black monster cock
obscenely jutting out from the dwarf’s body. She wanted it again.
She wanted it every day until she had to return home. Marsha
stepped under the shower. Her nipples were hard as the water hit
them and she felt a dampness between her legs even before the
shower hit her. She wanted to get fucked again and badly, but she
was a little apprehensive. Lester had told her he was going to
stick it in her rear the next time. She couldn’t believe it.
There was no way that thing would fit. She’d tried it once with
her husband, but even his little dick had hurt a bit and the
experience hadn’t been pleasant.

Marsha finished washing and exited the shower. She wrapped a
towel around her body and another around her hair. She heard the
phone ring and Bethany answered it. “Hi dad,” said her daughter.
“How are things?”

Marsha looked in the mirror and the color drained from her face.
What the hell was she thinking cheating on her husband of more
then twenty years and the father of her two… her daughter?

“Mom,” yelled Beth. “Dad’s on the phone.”

Marsha came out and chatted with her husband for close to half an
hour. She filled him in on the details of the pageant and how
Beth was doing. Marsha paused as they said their goodbyes.
Finally she said, “I love you to,” in response to his term of
endearment and she hung up the phone.

Beth looked curiously over at her mother. Her mother’s eyes
glistened like she was about to cry. “Mom, are you alright? Is it
dad?”

Marsha smiled. “Everything’s fine.” Marsha returned to the
bathroom and started drying her hair. “Beth, in second thought, I
think I will stay in with you tonight. Call down and have them
send up a couple salads. Grilled chicken on mine, please.”
Instead of the sexy underwear, sleeveless white blouse and black
mini skirt she’d planned on wearing, Marsha found herself
dressing in dumpy pajamas.

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

Bruce looked over at the room service orders. “Hey that’s my
room!”

“They didn’t request you this time,” replied his supervisor.

“Did the little bitch request a real man?” asked Simon.

“Fuck you,” growled Bruce, looking over at the ugly black man.

Simon’s eyes narrowed with menace and the strange pale eye
glimmered in the light, but his face relaxed and his lips curled
up in a sneer. “What happened? You been bragging about getting
ready to fuck Idaho for days now.”

“I don’t know. She said tonight was the night.”

“You full of shit that’s what I think.”

Bruce wanted to tell Simon off, but truthfully he was scared of
the overgrown brute. Simon had served in the gulf back in the
nineties and taken some bad injuries. Rumor was that a RPG round
hit his hummer just as Simon leaped from it. The explosion blew
his left arm off and burned the left side of his body, also
blinding his left eye. His wounds left him bitter and mean. He
wasn’t happy with his pension or the way the army took care of
his injuries. They’d given him a prosthetic arm that was a
metallic piece of shit. Simon got out of the army and started
running around with a gang who used him as an
enforcer/intimidator. He’d gotten busted and later released to
one of Solomon’s halfway houses. What he was doing in a customer
service position, Bruce couldn’t figure out.

The big boss himself, Solomon King had hand picked Simon for
enhancement seeing in him some sort of kindred spirit.
Enhancement hadn’t gone as hoped. His arm had been surgically
removed and the tissue sealed, so it didn’t grow back, but then
no one had really thought it would. His burned scar tissue and
his eye had healed, but the pigment hadn’t returned. The left
side of his face, neck, shoulders, and torso was a splotchy white
(Someone had called him Two-face once and gotten his nose smashed
in as a response). So was the left side of the top of his head
and since his hair wouldn’t grow back right, he kept his head
shaved. He could see through his eye again, but the pupil was
pale. Solomon bought him one of the top prosthetics money could
buy. It had a claw hand and Simon was quite skillful with it. The
hand was also detachable and Simon had several accessories he
could replace it with. Someone had whispered to Bruce that Simon
had a twelve inch blade that attached to his arm, but since it
was illegal, he’d never seen him with it on. Bruce considered
that a fantasy someone had concocted, but what Simon did have and
Bruce had seen it was a screw on twelve inch black dildo. Simon
bragged how he was the only enhanced who could fuck a slut in her
pussy and in her ass at the same time.

The overall picture of Simon was not a pretty one. He was a 6’6”,
250lb brute with an over-muscled right arm, a scary metallic left
arm and a splotchy complexion on his left side. He was one of the
least successful enhanced at seducing raw meat and bitter for it.
He hated listening to the others brag about how they had broken
in this or that slut. It wasn’t just his scary looks that were
intimidating. Simon was classified as a mega-hung. That is he had
a large penis before enhancement and after getting the Xserum, it
had grown 15 inches which meant his penis was about eight inches
to begin with. Bruce’s had been only seven inches and that was
bigger then average. Bigger cocks meant more pheromones and
anyone with a smaller penis found himself looking at Simon as a
natural leader.

If that wasn’t enough to make Simon a unique enhanced, he also
possessed several penile abnormalities. As the number on enhanced
grew, E&I had started noticing rare individuals develop strange
traits classified as penile abnormalities. Simon was the first to
have two abnormalities. The first was known as water balloon
syndrome and so far was unique to him. His ejaculate shot out in
3-5 large wads each capable of filling a hand-sized water
balloon. The second was excessive semen production. A typical
enhanced produced nearly twenties times more semen then a norm,
but Simon produced twenty times more then an enhanced. His
ejaculate was the consistency of a thick pudding. A similar
penile abnormality was excessive fertility. That abnormality was
very similar, but with an additional compulsion for the enhanced
to impregnate as many women as possible. Bruce had heard that the
co-owner of Black’s Gym, Darren Brown possessed this trait, but
Simon apparently did not.

When the rumors started flying about Simon’s unique traits, Simon
had willingly chuckled, pulled his pants down and jerked off in
front of half a dozen other enhanced black men including Bruce.
Seeing that metallic claw grabbing the base of his huge cock
while his right hand jerked his huge cock into shooting off 5
baseball-sized globs of semen had been one of the strangest
sights Bruce and the others had ever seen.

Bruce couldn’t figure out why they had placed Simon here of all
places. He did fine as a porter at the hotel, but failed as a
skilled seducer. Bruce felt he would have made a better pit boss
in the casino. Rumors seemed to follow Simon like crazy and
others Bruce had heard suggested he’d been a bouncer at the Zebra
club and worked for King Security, but in both cases he’d been
too aggressive. Another, worse rumor, suggested that he was
wanted in New York for assault and King had shipped him off to
New Jersey.

“What are you staring at?” growled Simon.

“Nothing,” replied Bruce, meekly to his shame. He even cast his
eyes down in submission. He turned away and grabbed the order for
Beth’s room. “I’m taking this one anyway.” He left for the
restaurant, immediately understanding why he hadn’t been
requested when he saw two salads on the tray.

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

Beth sat across from her mother at their room’s small table.
“Mom?”

“Yes dear?”

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive Ann?” Beth had wanted to ask
this question for a long time.

Marsha’s face turned hard. Her brows furrowed and her nose
scrunched up turning the attractive woman ugly for a moment. “Do
you?”

“I already forgive her. She’s my sister and I love her.” Beth
watched a range of emotion cross her mom’s face. It turned soft,
then sad, then hard again. Her mother even closed her eyes like
she was deep in concentration.

“I can’t,” she whispered to her daughter. “I can forgive her
being with a black guy.” Marsha paused at a loud gasp from her
daughter. Beth hadn’t heard her say anything good about blacks
since the incident with Ann. “Not that I approve of the races
mingling.” Marsha closed her eyes aware of how hypocritical she
was being after last night. Despite being with Lester, it was
still her job as a mother to set a good example for her daughter
and steer her down the right path. “I can’t forgive her for
making a porn and interracial porn at that. I can understand
falling for one black guy.” Lester’s image sprang unbidden to her
mind.  “There’s no accounting for love (again Lester‘s image came
to her mind), but making adult movies where you’re with dozens of
different black guys? Beth, she’s even done scenes with women!
That isn’t Christian. It’s immoral. No, I’ll never forgive her.”

Beth nodded, but didn’t speak. There was another bigger reason
too. Ann had embarrassed the family. Everyone in their home town
knew what Ann had done. The Duttons were the ones with the nigger
loving slut daughter. Fellow church member consoled Marsha and
her husband, but gossiped and giggled behind their backs. Beth’s
dad had a stroke. He’d recovered, but apparently couldn’t get an
erection despite pills and therapy. Her mom seemed to get
bitchier as each year went by. Worse, she turned over protective
towards her remaining daughter to the point Beth felt stifled by
her.

“There’s another thing,” added Marsha.

“What’s that?”

“Your sister lost her title and you young lady need to work
harder if you expect to win this pageant.”

There was a loud rapping on the door.

“I’ll try harder, mom.”

Marsha stood and walked over to the door. “You do that young
lady. I’ve been neglecting you this trip. From now on, we’re
working together.” Marsha opened the door and froze. It felt like
a strong breeze hit her as the door open and she saw the black
porter smiling down at her. Marsha felt her nipples harden. She’d
gone braless and her nipples appeared to the black man though her
pajamas. He was big and muscular like most of the black men at
this casino and giving off waves of energy, promising sexual
prowess that she swore she could smell. She fought the urge to
glance down at his cock. She fought the urge to fall to her knees
before him.

Beth glanced at Bruce in the doorway. She shrugged her shoulders
to tell him, she couldn’t do anything about her mom. Then she
shook her head, hoping he’d get the hint that it was over between
them. She planned on making her mom proud of her and trying her
darndest to win this pageant and if not, to go home and be with
her boyfriend.

Bruce nodded at her, but she couldn’t tell if he’d taken the
hint. He accepted a five dollar tip from her mom, turned and
left.

“There sure are a lot of big black guys working at this casino,”
said Marsha, carrying the tray of food over to the table.

“Well, it is an African themed casino.”

“Nonsense. King’s a bigot and prefers hiring fellow black men.”

“There are a lot of whites working here.”

Marsha frowned. “White women and most of them are cocktail
waitresses wearing next to nothing in the casino. Enough talk.
Lets eat.” The rest of their dinner was all business. Marsha went
over some changes she wanted to see her daughter make in her
routines. Finally, after eating, Marsha stood up and declared,
“Lets go hit the gym. We haven’t worked out since we got here.”

Both women dressed in sports bras that squeezed their big bosoms
together and tight work out shorts. They spent the next two hours
vigorously working out down in Black’s Gym. Several of the
muscular black trainers offered to assist them, but Marsha
politely declined. The two Dutton women worked their bodies hard
as if taking out their frustrations through exercise. “Good
workout,” said Marsha handing Beth a cup of water from the Naive
Blanc Aqua cooler. “Lets head back to the room and get some
rest.”

Bethany collapsed on her bed still in her workout outfit. Marsha
stripped and put her pajamas back on going through the partition
to her bed. She turned the lights off and laid down on her bed.
She thought about Lester. She tried to sleep, but couldn’t. She
thought about Lester. An hour passed, she tossed and turned on
the bed, but nothing seemed to work. She thought about Lester and
his big black cock. Her hand slipped under the waistband of her
pajamas and two fingers slid over her wet labia before pushing
inside her. How could she be horny after last night? The fucking
the little black man had given her should have kept her satisfied
another five years without sex. Hopefully, she’d taken steps to
take care of her horniness problem.

Marsha reached over to one of her shopping bags from earlier that
afternoon. She pulled out the package. Walking into a sex shop
had been the second most embarrassing thing on her life after Ann
had humiliated the family. The adult movies the store was selling
seemed to lean interracial and to her horror, she believed she’d
seen her daughter on the cover of several, but she’d turned her
head away quickly to deny confirmation. Correction, walking into
the store was the third most embarrassing thing she’d ever done.
The second was selecting and purchasing a black dildo from a
grinning muscular black man that flagrantly offered her the real
thing if she’d prefer flesh to plastic. Marsha declined and
hurried out of the nasty store and away from the nearby strip
joint called the Zebra Club.

Marsha ripped into the dildo packaging struggling to separate the
plastics containing her new toy. It was twelve inches long,
thick, and looked nearly identical to Lester’s cock. It was
called the King Cock which made her think of the pageant owner
Solomon King and she wondered if his black cock was as big as the
dildo in her hand. Marsha froze, hearing Bethany stir. Her
daughter appeared to be restless in her sleep, but at least she
was sleeping.

She carefully set the dildo beside her, reached down, pulling her
pajamas to her knees. She could feel her vagina gushing in
anticipation. Her genitals hadn’t really stopped being a little
wet since coming to Atlantic City, but now she was soaked. She
grabbed the dildo and brought it between her legs. “Oh yeah,” she
moaned pushing it inside her. This just might work, she thought
as it slid deeper. She worked it in and out a little and was
rewarded with a small orgasm. Marsha was thrilled. If this could
keep her satisfied, she’d never cheat on her husband again.

She grew a little frustrated trying to move it in and out. Marsha
ended up kicking her pajama bottoms off entirely, so she could
spread her legs wider and pushing the covers down. She pulled her
top off as she sat up. That helped and she worked the dildo as
fast as she could. Her pussy actually started humping the plastic
cock. She came again and it was a good one. She wanted to take
the entire thing, but her fingers were using up several inches of
the shaft to fuck herself with it. She missed those two
additional inches. No, this was good and it could get her off,
but it was no substitute for the real thing. Cold plastic is not
the same as a stiff black cock, warm and throbbing with life. Not
could plastic spray her womb full of hot semen. She came again,
paused, but kept the cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.

Marsha laid there thinking. If she’d gone out that night, she’d
be getting the real thing from Lester. She clenched her pussy
muscles, squeezing the dildo at the thought of Lester’s cock
being in her. Damn, get you act together you slut, she told
herself. Lester may have given her the best sex she’d ever had,
but he was still black and a dwarf. Not to mention, he was a
little obnoxious. Plus, he had threatened to put it in her ass
the next time. If she’d gone back to Lester’s room, his cock
might very well be in her ass at that very moment. He must have
been joking. Good moral Christian folk didn’t do that kind of
thing. That was sodomy! Besides, something as big as Lester’s
cock couldn’t pass through an anus.

Marsha squeezed her pussy down around the dildo and pushed it
out. She reached down and grabbed the plastic shaft, wet with her
juices. She spread her legs wider and poised to reinsert the
dildo. This time she lifted her hips higher and poised the dildo
on her anus. Marsha pulled the dildo forwards, pressing it
against her rosebud, wincing as her anus pushed inwards. Tears
welled up in her eye as her ass tried to resist the pressure and
then slowly, it opened for the lifelike head of the dildo. The
head pushed through and she froze. God, it hurt. She was glad she
hadn’t gone to Lester’s room and let him do this to her. He would
have been forceful and unrelenting. The pain faded some and she
pushed another inch or two deeper into her ass. Marsha relaxed
feeling sweat on her head. Her ass felt stuffed full. Why would
someone even want to do something like that? Especially when he
pussy was wet and willing. She pushed more inside her, the
muscles of her ass contracting to try to push it out, but she
kept pressure on the plastic shaft. She relaxed her grip, letting
her ass squeeze it out, but pushing it right back in. She
repeated the step, increasing her speed. She tried to raise her
ass up towards the dildo as she pulled it back inside. Her ass
was now taking ten inches of the black shaft. “That’s it Lester,
fuck my ass,” she whispered so that she wouldn’t wake her
sleeping daughter. “Fuck my white slut ass with your big black
cock.” Marsha had both hands gripping the end of the dildo where
the balls would start if it had been real. She let go with one
hand and moved two fingers up to her pussy. Her clit was hard and
engorged. She immediately started rubbing it as rapidly as she
could.  “Oh gawd! Cumming,” she groaned, loudly. Marsha came. She
released the dildo and brought her hand up to squeeze her nipple.
Her ass clamped down tight around the dildo and forced it out, to
fall down on the bed.

Marsha froze. Beth was stirring. She’d been too loud. She heard
her daughter whimper in her sleep and then the bed creaked as
Beth rolled over. Marsha grabbed the dildo and returned it to the
shopping bag. She’d clean it off tomorrow. For now, she finally
felt able to get some sleep.

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

Day Six

“You seem more relaxed,” said Beth to her mom as they left their
hotel room.

“You don’t,” replied Marsha. “Beth you need to focus if we’re… if
you’re going to win this thing.

They entered the auditorium and Beth left her mom to join the
other contestants on stage. Marsha sat in the audience and
watched the practice run for the opening number. She made mental
notes as she watched her daughter. Beth needed to arch her back
more. She needed to show more teeth when she smiled. Thrust her
hip out a little more when she stood still.

Marsha surveyed the competition and the more she watched the
girls, the more she felt Beth had a chance of winning. These
girl’s were worse then the Miss Teen Idaho contestants. Sure
there were girls prettier and more talented then Bethany, but
they all seemed distracted. Half looked like they weren’t getting
any sleep and some hadn’t even shown up for practice. Girls were
trickling in late now even hours after practice was supposed to
start. That’s why Marsha hadn’t allowed Beth to room with any of
the other girls. They were up late partying no doubt and would
have been a bad influence on her innocent daughter.

Practice went on until noon.  The rest of the day was to be more
relaxing for the girls. The program coordinator walked to the
front of the stage. “Alright contestants. Go get your bikinis on,
heels and sashes. Meet in the boardwalk lobby in thirty minutes.
I want every contestant to use tanning lotion. Ask the concierge
for more Trinibogo Tropic if you need it. And girls, if you’re
ready early, walk around a bit and advertise the pageant. I’ll
see you in thirty.”

Twenty minutes later, an embarrassed Beth walked out of her
room’s bathroom wearing high heels, her sash, and the skimpy
bikini the pageant had provided for her. Her nipples were hard
and she was horny after rubbing Trinibogo Tropic all over her
body. Marsha nodded approvingly. “I can’t believe they want us to
walk around like this,” Beth told her mother.

“Don’t fret dear,” replied Marsha. “We’ll head straight to the
lobby.”

The boardwalk entrance opened right into a large area of the
casino styled like an African jungle. Normally Beth wasn’t
allowed on the casino floor and she looked around in wonder at
all the flashing lights and noisy machines. Most players were
like zombies mindlessly hitting buttons though they began to
notice the girls. Having more then fifty teen girls walking
around in tiny bikinis trumped staring at spinning wheels
everyday. Half the players were tourists off the boardwalk and
didn’t even know the pageant was being held here.

Ivara King met them at the entrance and they walked downstairs to
the boardwalk. A camera crew and photographers were waiting on
the boardwalk. Marsha moved behind them as all the contestants
were lined up on the massive steps for a group photograph just
under the flashing Nubian King sign. Marsha then followed the
crew and girls down onto the beach. She could see rafts and inner
tubes lined next to wave runners waiting to the girls.

Marsha walked down to the water past the camera crews. They were
all muscular black men of course, but that was par for the course
in King’s organization. There were white cameramen, but they were
with assorted news agencies and not an official part of the
pageant. She watched Beth group in with all the girls for another
group photograph. This one had the casino behind them with it’s
black spire rising above all the girls. She stared at the spire
and thought of Lester’s black cock.

Afterwards, the girls were dismissed to go have fun. Marsha knew
the score. They were to strip off their heels and sashes and go
frolic in the water and sun like they were the best of friends
and not rivals for the Teen USA crown. Two girls jumped on wave
runners and took off into the calm ocean. Others ran and grabbed
rafts. The camera crews and photographers walked among them
capturing the scenes and having the girls pose, hugging each
other.

Marsha walked up to her daughter. “Go have fun Beth, I’m going
back to the room. You don’t need me hanging around for this.”
Marsha headed back up the beach staring at the black spire rising
above the casino. She thought of Lester again and then she
thought of her new friend waiting for her in the bag by the bed.
She grinned as she looked forward to using the dildo again. Beth
and the other girls would be occupied for a few hours.

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

Lester laid naked on the bed fighting the urge to jerk off. He
grabbed the base of his cock, holding it straight up. Eight
months ago it had been just over six inches long which looked big
on a dwarf. He was still in awe of it and guessed he always would
be. His hand slid up to the tip. “Damn it, Lester,” he grumbled,
“Fight it.” His balls were swollen and he could feel the sperm
welling up in them wanting release. He hated to waste a load by
masturbating. King kept sluts handy to take care of these
situation, but Lester didn’t want one that was already hooked on
black dick. He liked breaking innocents.

Lester reached over to the lamp stand grabbing his cell phone,
dialing a number. “Gage, you seen Idaho’s mom anywhere?”

The monitor responded, “Yeah Nibbles, I seen her come in off the
boardwalk earlier and head to the elevators. She’s probably in
her room. Wait a sec… yup, there she is. Damn that woman is
stacked and packed. She‘s naked and getting something from a bag.
Hold it. Fuck Nibbles, she‘s gotten herself a black dildo.”

“Where’s the daughter?”

“With all the other future sluts out on the beach.”

“Thanks.” Lester flipped the phone shut and slid off the bed.
Minutes later he was dressed, his still hard cock held up against
his chest by his pants. He left his room and headed down to
Marsha’s floor.

He strolled right up to her door and banged on it with his fist.
He thought he heard a thump through the door, but no one
answered. He banged again. He could make out footsteps
approaching. He stepped close to the door under the peephole. The
footsteps moved away and he knocked again. The footsteps came
back. This time the door was flung open and Marsha stared down at
his grinning face. She was wearing nothing, but a towel. She
looked shocked to see him.

“S’up,” he said, slipping past her and into the room.

“L-Lester,” responded Marsha, glancing out into the hall to make
sure no one had seen him enter her room.

“I thought I’d come by to make sure you weren’t sick or nothing.
I missed you last night.”

“My husband called and I decided to stay in with Bethany.”

“I see.” Lester walked past the bed and too the partition,
peeking into Beth’s room to make sure she wasn’t there.

“She’ll be here any minute. I was just getting ready to take a
shower.”

“No you weren’t.”

Marsha’s face turned white. “What do you mean?”

Lester nodded towards her bed and the dildo sitting out in plain
sight. Light was reflecting off of it indicating it was wet.
“That’s no substitute for the real thing.”

“It’s going to have to be. The other night was great, but a
mistake. I’m a married woman and I need to start acting like
one.”

“Feeling guilty, huh?”

“Yes, and rightly so. You need to leave.” Marsha nodded her head
towards the door.

“May I take a piss first?”

Marsha sighed, “Sure, I guess.”

Lester entered her restroom. His cock was still rock hard from
earlier and would likely stay that way until he came. There was
no way he could urinate with it like that, but then he didn’t
really have to go. Instead, he stripped off all his clothes and
exited the bathroom, his foot long cock sticking straight out and
pointing the way for him. Marsha wasn’t even looking. She was
bent over beside the bed, trying to hide the dildo in a pile of
shopping bags.

Lester climbed up on the bed and walked over to the side where
she was bent over. When she looked up she gasped. He pressed his
cock head right against her lips. Marsha Dutton shivered,
fighting her lust, but her tongue still came out and flickered
over the head. Lester stepped back. Marsha followed his cock. She
ended up standing beside the bed and leaning down on the mattress
with both hands, lips wrapped around his cock head.  He reached
down and yanked on the towel until it pulled free. “That’s it
mama, suck that black cock.”

Marsha pulled back. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She kissed the
head, flickering her tongue over the urethra and sucking the head
into her mouth. She pulled back again. “I’m so so sorry, Lester.”
She wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked half his
shaft down her throat. Marsha bobbed her head rapidly. Lester
slowly withdrew his cock until it popped out of her mouth. Marsha
mewled in frustration. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I should have come to your room last night. Let you use me.”

“What about your husband?” Lester inched his cock closer. It’s
swollen head as big as his fist pressed against her lips.

“He doesn’t matter,” replied Marsha before attacking his cock
again. She sucked the entire shaft down her throat moving her
head as rapidly as she was able. Lester helped her along by
bucking his hips and shoving his cock deep down her throat. Soon
he felt the cum welling in his balls and with a groan, his semen
shot up his shaft and poured into her belly. Marsha was a little
caught off guard. She yanked back, gulping his continuous load
down her throat. As his cock head receded into her mouth, she
swirled her tongue around the still spurting head, tasting his
seed and moaning in delight at how good it was. Her hand
continued stroking his shaft forwards until every last drop of
his huge load had left the shaft and even then she kept stroking
it. Lester’s cock never deflated.

“Enough,” he growled, yanking his cock free of her mouth. Lester
fell down on the bed and held his shaft up. “Come ride me,” he
ordered.

Marsha eagerly climbed up on the bed. She squatted over the
dwarf’s huge cock, held her labia open, and slowly lowered
herself over the shaft. “Oh god yes,” she cried, cumming with
only half his shaft inside her. She came again as the entire
shaft buried inside her womb.

Lester stared at her in awe. Her mouth was slightly open and her
eyes were closed as she sat enjoying the fullness of having his
cock stuffed up her pussy. Marsha Dutton was truly magnificent.
He reached up to squeeze the large breasts that all the Dutton
women seemed to have. She moaned in response and started grinding
her pussy into his shaft. Out of the dozens of women he had
fucked since becoming enhanced and that included her daughter
Ann, Marsha was his favorite despite her age or maybe because of
it. “Get to work, slut,” he ordered, pinching both her nipples.
“Ride that cock.”

Marsha began bouncing in his lap, moaning and whimpering each
time his cock thrust deep into her womb. Lester continued
squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples watching this very
sensuous woman enjoy all the pleasures his cock could give her.
Finally, he pulled down on her nipples forcing her to lean down
over him. His short body put his head right under her big
swinging breasts and Lester began to suck on her nipples,
switching from breasts to breast. He lost count of the number of
times her pussy contracted around his cock as she came, but then
he didn’t really care how many times she came. The sexual
pheromones his body was emitting virtually guaranteed that she
would orgasm anyway.

Lester continued playing with her breasts. Her large bosom
approached a cup size of EE and each breast was as big as the
dwarf’s head. Lester felt they might smother him and what a great
way that would be to go, he thought. Lester gleefully squeezed
one breast while toying with the nipple on the other breast. He
squeezed just under the nipple and shook her left tit while
holding out his extended tongue, flickering her nipple across it.
Then Lester lived up to his nickname of “Nibbles”, nibbling the
long extended nipple slowly into his mouth before sucking the
entire nipple and areola around it into his mouth.

Marsha groaned slamming her pussy down hard over his cock and
pulling up again. She was constantly moaning now. She suddenly
pulled back, yanking her breasts free of his mouth and began
jumping in his lap, bouncing hard enough she nearly leaped off
his cock. Lester reached up and squeezed her breasts. Her pussy
was contracting hard around his cock each time she took him balls
deep. He couldn’t tell if she was constantly cumming or not, but
his crotch was soaked from her leaking pussy. He felt his cum
welling up again and with a grunt, he started thrusting his hips,
bucking his cock up into her descending pussy. Marsha screamed in
delight. Her scream turned louder as Lester grabbed her hips and
pulled her down hard on his cock, his seed spraying his huge load
directly on her womb and filling it to capacity.

They remained joined, both panting in contentment and staring
into each other’s eyes. Lester knew the look she was giving him
well, but never believed he would ever grow used to it. That look
was a combination of awe and love. Here was a married white
mother close to fifty years old staring at him with loving
adoration. He winked at her. “I’ll never deny you again,” she
whispered.

“I know.” Lester spanked his hand down hard on her ass. “Now go
get cleaned up. I still gotta break that ass in.”

Marsha’s face turned white, but she nodded and slowly rose off
him. His cock fell out, smacking down on his chest. “Timber,” she
muttered, and was rewarded by a chuckle from the big little man.
Then his semen started pouring from her vacated pussy and she
hastened to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Lester tugged on his cock to keep it hard, listening to the sound
of running water, the noise from a spinning toilet paper
dispenser and the toilet flushing several times.  She spent
twenty minutes trying to clean herself and even when she came
out, he knew she hadn’t gotten all his sperm. Lester rolled over
and hopped off the bed. “Get on all fours,” he told her.

Marsha climbed on her bed and assumed the position. She was
thinking about his height as she remained on the edge of the bed.
A normal sized man could have walked up behind her and fucked her
standing, but Lester found himself staring at her rear end. Her
pussy lips were spread far enough apart that he could see insider
her. They were red and even after cleaning up little globs of his
sperm still glittered in the light here and there. A trickle of
semen was slowly leaking from the hole, sliding down her engorged
clitoris and dripping on the bed. He moved his gaze away from the
messy pussy and up to the tight little puckered rosebud of her
anus. She was so clean back there that he felt the urge to lick
it and that was exactly what he did. Lester grabbed her ass
cheeks and wiggled his tongue against her asshole. Marsha jumped
away in shock, but he pulled her back into his tongue. He worked
his tongue over her rosebud a few times before pushing the tip
down hard against her anus, forcing it’s way inside. Marsha
gasped in pleasurable surprise. This was probably the last thing
she would have expected happening to her when she arrived in
Atlantic City, he thought. Lester quickly tired of licking her
ass and stopped. “Crawl forwards,” he ordered.

Lester climbed up on the bed as she moved forwards. He stood on
the bed behind her and bent his cock down to her pussy. He pushed
it past her abused labia and buried it balls deep again. Marsha
grunted into the mattress as he worked his cock around. Once he
felt it was nice and lubed up, he slowly pulled it out and
brought the head up to the tight little sphincter. He placed his
hand behind the head of his cock and pressed down.

“Ow!” squealed Marsha as her sphincter slowly opened from the
pressure. “It’s too big! Oh god, Lester, it hurts!” Marsha felt
like her ass was being ripped in two.

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

“Say cheese,” said the photographer. He was a big sexy black guy
named Willie and was working with another big sexy black guy
named Latrell. Willie was stocky and muscular where Latrell was
thinner and a little more refined.

Beth faked a smile as she pressed her cheek against the other
contestant’s cheek. She hadn’t spoken a word to the girl and
didn’t even know what state she represented, but Beth was pretty
sure this was the one on the bus who had told her that as Idaho
she’d be happy here while looking at the giant black spire of the
casino. A reference to her sister and the other past Idaho
contestants who were now making interracial porn. The picture
would make it look like they were best friends having the time of
their lives.

“I understand now,” whispered the girl, through gritted teeth.

“What?” asked Bethany, maintaining her smile while whispering
back.

“That’s good girls,” said Willie, moving on to take more
publicity photos.

The girl turned to face Bethany. She suddenly drew Beth into an
embrace, their breasts mashing against each others through the
bikinis. “I know why the other girls from Idaho did what they
did,” she whispered in Bethany’s ear continuing to hug her. “I
fucked a black guy,” she hissed. “Best sex I ever had.“ Bethany
felt the girl’s entire body tremble at the memory. “Their cocks
are amazing.” She pulled back and kissed Bethany on the cheek.
She quickly turned and left to join another group of girls.

Bethany stood frozen in surprise, but couldn’t disagree.
Unfortunately, it was an experience she’d never know. She
remembered sucking Bruce’s big cock and trembled herself at the
memory.

The party seemed to be breaking up. Some of the girls were still
enjoying themselves, but others were drifting off towards the
boardwalk. She decided to go take a shower. While the beach was
nice, she found she didn’t really care for sand all that much.
She put her sash back on and carried her heels back up to the
boardwalk. She put her shoes on when she reached the boardwalk
and had wiped sand off her feet. Bethany found herself entering
the casino with a dozen other contestants. Spectators gaping at
the sight of all the buxom beauties wearing bikini’s too
inappropriately small for teenagers.

Beth walked head held high towards the elevators that accessed
the hotel portion of the Nubian King. Several men whistled at her
and she heard one yell, “You got my vote.” She entered the
elevator alone and collapsed against the back wall as the door
closed and the elevator rose.

She exited on her floor, walking towards her room. She had hidden
her keycard in one heel and was now carrying it. She inserted the
keycard and paused when she thought she her a groan through the
door. Beth frowned and yanked the keycard out. The light turned
green and she turned the knob.

The smell of sex hit her as soon as she opened the door. It was a
powerful wave that made her nipples pop out and left a dampness
in her pussy. She shook her head as she peered inside her room.

“Fuck my white ass,” screamed her mother.

Beth’s eyes focused on the last thing she ever expected to see in
her life. Her mother was naked on the bed. She looked like a
wanton slut. Marsha’s large pendulous breasts hung down almost to
the sheets. Her mom was looking back over her shoulder at the man
who was fucking her. For a moment, Beth thought the man behind
Marsha was a little black boy, but then she realized that it was
actually a… dwarf!

“Harder Lester, harder,” begged Marsha.

“You like that big black cock in your slut ass?” The dwarf
actually pulled his hand back and spanked her mom’s ass.

“I fucking love it,” moaned Marsha. “I love it. I love your cock,
Lester.” Marsha seemed to start crying when she said the last
part. “I love you, Lester.”

Bethany felt her heart wrench in her chest. Her mom had just
confessed to loving a black dwarf. She was betraying Beth’s dad.

“You don’t love me. You love black cock,” growled the dwarf.

Bethany shook her head in denial. How could her mother betray her
father like this? How could she not? The dwarf was pulling his
hips back revealing a cock nearly as big as Bruce’s. Beth stared
at the big cock sliding in and out of her mother’s ass. The smell
of sex in the air was palpable. Beth started wishing it was she
kneeling on the bed getting her ass reamed by the black dwarf.
Beth had never seen her mom look sexier. Marsha was always an
attractive woman, but now she looked radiantly happy. Beth hadn’t
seen her mom look really happy since her dad had the stroke. If
Beth hadn’t been staring at her mom, she might enjoy watching
this couple have sex. She was enjoying it!

Beth shook her head to try to clear it. I gotta get out of here,
she thought. Beth stepped back through the door. Her mom never
looked up, but as Beth closed the door, she swore the dwarf
looked over towards her and grinned.

“What do I do?” asked Beth to herself. An older couple walked by
and stared. The old man’s eyes lingered over her body. “Jesus,
I’m stuck wearing this!” Beth looked down at her bikini clad
body, placed her hands on her sides and ran them down to her
hips. The Pool! The pool was open until 7:00 and her bikini
wouldn’t look out of place there. Beth headed towards the
elevator and rode it up to the roof top pool. She shoved her
keycard and sash into one of her heels and laid back in a chair.
She closed her eyes, but the image of her mother fucking the
black dwarf was burned into her retinas. She’s watched her mom
have sex with a black man in real life and seen her sister doing
it with a black man on the television, not to mention sucking
Bruce‘s black cock right next to her. “I’m gonna need to see a
fucking therapist,” she muttered.

“Excuse me, Miss.”

Beth opened her eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. The large
black bartender was leaning over her.

“The sun’s going down, but the rays are still strong. I’m
instructed to make sure all the contestants use lotion.” The
bartender winked at her and handed her a bottle of Trinibogo
Tropic.

“Thanks,” she replied, her eyes flickered down to his bulging
shorts. Sure enough the outline of a big cock was visible. It
swelled a little under her stare. Embarrassed, she pulled her
eyes away and looked up.

“Need anything else, Miss?” he asked, grinning at her.

Yes! I need your big black cock. Now! Bethany grinned back at
him, “Not right now, thanks.”

Beth squirted a dollop of lotion on her palm and began rubbing
the lotion into her skin. She’d coated herself before the beach,
but her body could use a refresher. The lotion did nothing to
take her mind of the thought of fucking a black man. It felt so
sensual rubbing on her skin, it made her arousal worse. Beth kept
pouring dollops into her palms and rubbing the viscous liquid
over her body. She moaned, wanting to slip her hand under her
bikini and coat her breasts. She wanted to slide her hand under
her bikini bottoms and… Get a hold of yourself, Bethany, she
thought, immediately stopping and putting the lotion down. Beth
turned bright red when she noticed every male eye around the pool
had been watching her display. She was so embarrassed, she
grabbed her things and left the pool.

Beth walked barefoot into the elevator, carrying her heels. She
was alone riding it down until it stopped on the floor above
hers. The doors slid open and Bruce walked in, carrying an empty
tray. “What happened?” he asked. “I thought we were gonna fuck
last night.”

I wanna fuck him right now, she thought. “Mom stayed in, but
tonight. I wanna fuck tonight.” Beth stridently walked forward
and grabbed his bulge. She felt it swell in her hand. “As soon as
she’s gone, I’ll order something.” Beth squeezed his cock. “If
not, I’ll sneak out and meet you somewhere.”

“Sounds good,” growled the big black man, thrusting his crotch
into her grip. Bruce leaned down and met her lips as she looked
up. They kissed until the elevator bell dinged. They broke their
kiss as the doors slid open, stepping apart as a couple of
businessmen entered the elevator.

Beth stepped around them as they stared at her body. The thin
material of the bikini did little to contain her arousal. Her
hard nipples pushed the material out and the panties clung to her
pubic mound. A growing wet spot was moving up the panty away from
her crotch. The men openly ogled her as she walked past. “Don’t
leave on our account,” said one, while the other slowly whistled.
“That bikini looks damn fine on you.”

“I’ll say,” agreed Bruce as the elevator doors slid shut.

The old Beth would have been uncomfortable with their stares, but
the new Beth slightly grinned and put a sway in her hips as she
walked down the hall. Tonight was the night she was going to give
in to her desires. Her body was Bruce’s to do with whatever the
hell he wanted her to do. He could even fuck her ass, like the
dwarf had fucked her mom’s ass. She didn’t care anymore, as long
as she got some black cock. It must run in the family, she
thought.

Beth slowed down when she approached her room. She stopped and
snuck up to the door, laying her ear against the door. She
couldn’t hear anything. Beth took her keycard out, slipped it in
and opened the door. The bed was made and the room empty. For a
second, she half thought she must have imagined what she’d seen,
but the maid had come and the room still smelled of sex. “Mom,”
she called out, hesitantly.

There was no answer and she moved into the room, past her mom’s
bed, through the partition and into her room. There was a note on
her bed. It read:

Bethany; There’s a little thing I need to take care of. I’ll be
out late. Mom

Beth snorted. Little thing indeed! She frowned, staring at the
note, a little disgusted with her mom. Then her frown turned into
a smile. She had the room to herself. She need not wait any
longer to get what her body had been craving since she’d arrived
in Atlantic City. She picked up the phone and dialed room
service. “Hi, I’d like to have some dinner sent up to my room.”
Beth paused. She wasn’t one to eat much meat, but then she wasn’t
hungry for food. “Send me up a sausage sandwich. Oh, and I’d like
to request that Bruce bring it. And give me about thirty minutes.
Thanks.”

Beth stripped off the bikini, entered the bathroom, and turned
the shower on. She spent the next thirty minutes under the hot
water washing the lotion off her young body and thinking about
Bruce bringing her a big sausage sandwich.

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

Bruce was passing Two Buck Tim’s, on his way back to his work
station when he froze. The lounge was closed for a private party.
An enhanced guard with King security stood by the door. Inside
the lounge looked like a who’s who of E&I and King Enterprises.
Bruce considered himself a bit of a Solomonaphile, quizzing and
learning everything he could about the organization.

Bruce immediately recognized two personal heroes of his, Willie
and Latrell of “Girls Gone Black” fame. He owned every XXX DVD in
the series. Dean Mfune of Long Island University was at a table
sitting beside Rev. Sharpspeare. The Dean of Long Island
University had been the one that told Bruce to come back to
college once he’d gotten his needs under control. Dondi Nkosi was
there, the head of King publishing. He also recognized Marcus
Black with a man he assumed was his partner, Darren Brown,
manager of Hampton Harbor Mall and co-owner of Black’s gym with
Marcus. The man sitting with them must be Xavier who now owned
several Melon’s franchises. E&I modeling was now producing the
Melon’s yearly swimsuit calendar and King publishing was
publishing it. Tyrone Jones was at the bar standing beside… Bruce
turned his head to get a better view, Reginald Jordan, E&I’s top
lawyer and a figure recognized nationwide.

Bruce’s eyes widened when he noticed a big ugly black brute
strolling towards him. The man had two lovely blondes on each
arm. One blonde was world famous, Paris Holden. The other was
lesser known, but Bruce recognized her sister, Nikki. The man was
none other then Mustafa himself. Bruce had bought “The
Blackchelor” on DVD just last month and watched the entire
extended edition twice already. Paris had won the contest
marrying Mustafa and was set to inherit half of a 300 million
dollar fortune. Mustafa decided he wanted the other half, so he
also married her sister on Trinibogo changing their laws to allow
for polygamy. Now he was filthy rich and likely turning over
control of the Holden Hotel empire to Solomon. The Holden women
kissed their husband on each cheek and left him as he entered the
lounge alone.

“Wow, what I wouldn’t give,” said Bruce, still staring. His goal
in life was to be a big fish in the E&I pond and join in on these
meetings. He resolved to get his damn cock under control so that
he could go back to school and make something of himself.

“Excuse me,” said a big black man walking past him.

“Sorry,” muttered Bruce, noticing who it was. “Hey bro, big fan,”
he yelled. Max Johnson turned, winked at him, and made a shooting
motion with his fingers. Bruce had recently read online that Max
had married Jamie Jennison and taken control of her adult film
studio, “Cockbreakers”. Bruce had been a fan back when Max was a
normal black porn star getting to fuck big boobed white women in
movies. He even seen all his old seventies movies on old VHS
tapes.

There was one white man in the room, Hank McGraw, the genius who
had duplicated the Xserum. All the black men knew what they owed
Hank and he was completely welcomed into the group. Not that
Solomon would have tolerated any bigotry against Hank anyway.
Hank was talking to some men in Hawaiian shirts and shorts. Bruce
guessed they were Trinibogons, but he wouldn’t have recognized
any of them.

Bruce heard voices behind him and turned as another enhanced
walked past. It was Jack Hammer. The man was in charge of the
adult novelty stores in the E&I empire. He pretty much controlled
every one in New York City and had stores in several other
cities. Bruce had been to the new one in Atlantic City. It was
located near the A.C. Zebra Club. Many a horny white woman had
left the Zebra club, fascinated with the black dancers, but not
quite willing to sleep with a black man. The black dildos in the
store’s windows brought them inside to buy a taste of what they
might have had and maybe bring them back for the real thing.

Jack was walking with two other men. Bruce’s eyes grew wide when
he realized who it was. “Hello Bruce,” said Solomon King,
grinning wryly at the black porter. Standing beside him with his
meaty arms folded over his enormous gut was Solomon’s constant
companion Bull.

Bruce’s mouth opened, but it took him awhile to speak. “S-sir,”
he stuttered out. Solomon King knew his name! Bruce straightened
up with pride, forgetting for a second that his nametag declared
to everyone who he was. “Oh,” he said looking down, “my nametag.”

“I know who you are, Bruce. Ann and I watched her sister giving
you a blow job a couple nights ago. Nice work.”

“I’m truly honored, sir. I hoping to take her virginity tonight.”
Bruce and the others like him considered that a woman’s first
time with an enhanced was taking their virginity and afterwards
women tended to agree with them.

“Well done.” King looked up as a large black man with a military
bearing approached them. “Yes Brutus?”

“I’ve swept the room for bugs, Mr. King. All clear.”

“Thanks Brutus.” Solomon turned his attention back to Bruce. “I
need to get to my meeting before it starts without me.”

Bruce chuckled. Solomon winked at him and walked past him. Bruce
suddenly called out. “Someday I hope to be in there with you,
sir.”

Solomon froze and turned around. “What skills do you bring?”

Bruce looked down. He was a college dropout and an ex-drug
addict. There was only one thing he could think of. “I’m a good
seducer.”

“We’re all good seducers. Bruce. What I need are earners. Make
money for the company and you’ll advance.”

“I will, sir.”

“Break in Idaho and I’ll give you a hand. Make you a trainer at a
gym or assistant manager at a Melons. We’ll think of something.”

“T-thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”

“Show me the money, Bruce.” Solomon turned and entered the
lounge. Everyone in the room looked up at him and stood in
greeting.

Bruce turned away and hurried back to the kitchen with a big grin
on his face. Tonight was the night he fucked Bethany. However,
when he got back to the kitchen, there weren’t any orders
requesting him.

“Ya had one,” said the manager. “I guess Simon must have grabbed
it.”

The grin fell from Bruce’s face. He hurried back to the
elevators, but it was already too late.

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

Beth stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around
herself. Her hair hung wet and limp down her shoulders. She
didn’t even have time to dry herself when a hard knocking banged
on her door. She grinned to herself. It hadn’t even been the
thirty minutes she’d asked for yet and here was room service.
Bruce sure seemed eager. As was she.

Beth left the bathroom and walked over to the door, dropping the
towel on the floor as she went. Better check just to be safe, she
thought, glancing through the peephole and seeing the distorted
figure of a black man at the door. Nervous, she gulped once and
opened the door, standing nude before the man who was going to
introduce her pussy to the joys of black cock.

Beth stepped back so that the man could come in and almost
immediately, realized there was something wrong. The profile
didn’t look right for one and as the man slowly turned to face
her, Beth’s mouth fell open in shame when she realized it wasn’t
Bruce standing in her doorway. The look of embarrassment on her
face turned to horror and fear as her brain tried to register
what it was seeing. The man was hideous! He appeared to have a
splotchy white birthmark covering half his face and running down
his neck. Her eyes ran down the birthmark to the arm holding the
tray wondering if the splotches covered his arm too, but his arm
was missing. A prosthetic metal limb with a claw grip was
grasping one end of the tray holding her sausage sandwich. Her
eyes ran over to his other arm. It was normal, muscular and dark
black. He brushed past her and entered the room. His foot kicked
back, shutting the door.

Beth stood frozen in fear. The man exuded masculinity, even more
then Bruce did. Her eyes moved back up to his face, but that only
made things worse. So some accident had cost him his arm. So some
genetic defect made him appear to be half albino. The most
frightening thing about the man was the one pale eye. The right
eye was normal and brown. The right was pale and colorless,
almost blue and it was cruel looking. She couldn’t move as she
stared into the pale orb. Her legs started trembling under his
gaze. Beth was barely aware that he was now holding the tray
entirely in his good arm. The prosthetic was reaching out to her,
but she couldn’t break his gaze. Something cold and metallic
pinched her right nipple. The spell was broken when the man’s
gaze broke eye contact and instead that evil pale eye’s gaze ran
down her nude body.

Bethany came to her senses and stepped away from the claw
pinching her nipple. She quickly bent over and swept the wet
towel off the floor, quickly wrapping it around her body.
“S-sorry, I thought you were someone else,” she said, nervously
and feigning a smile.

“I am someone else. I’m Simon.”  The prosthetic came back up,
the clawed end caressing Bethany’s cheek.

Beth quickly turned away and stepped back. “I thought you were
Bruce.”

Simon moved away and placed the tray on a nearby bureau. “You
wanted some sausage from Bruce. I thought you might be hungrier
for something a little more.”

“What do you mean?” asked Bethany, getting over some of her
initial shock.

Beth watched his good hand move down to his khaki trousers. “My
sausage is bigger.” The hand slipped under the elastic waistband.
He had no zipper or buttons making it easier for a one armed man
to get dressed. “Tastier.” His hand pulled at something under the
crotch of his pants and tugged. Beth watched a long tubular snake
recede up one pant leg. “And filled with a lot more protein.”
Simon pulled his cock free of his pants.

“Oh my god!” squealed Beth. The plump tubular dark cock was still
a little limp and already as long as Bruce’s cock was when hard.
Simon’s hand flexed as he squeezed the base and ran his hand up
the shaft to the head. He tugged twice on the swollen head. When
he released his cock, it stuck straight out, hard as granite and
several inches longer then Bruce’s. Simon’s hands slipped back
under the waistband of his pants and pushed them down. Beth’s
eyes followed the enormous cock as it bent down when Simon pushed
his pants down past his knees. When he stood back up, Beth could
see that his left hip and leg also had the white discoloration as
his face and she could see a pair of ludicrously big testicles
dangling under the cock. They were unbelievably large, but they
went well with a black cock that had to be fifteen inches long.
His testicles were so big, he had a bowlegged stance such as men
who spend long hours in the saddle possess. “Jesus! Oh my god”
Beth said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t believe
it.”

“I’m sure you’re impressed.”

“I’ll say,” muttered Beth, wishing she hadn’t opened her mouth,
wishing she could pretend it wasn’t the most impressive thing
she’d ever seen. It was bigger then any of the black cocks she’d
seen Ann take in the pornos she’d watched. Beth shook her head to
clear it. The air was getting thick with his masculine scent,
like Bruce‘s, but much stronger. “I don’t know what you think
you’re doing, but you need to leave right now.”

“You don’t want me to leave,” said Simon, taking a step toward
her.

Beth took a step back, finally looking away from his rampant cock
and looking back up into his eyes. His brow was furrowed making
the pale eye look even scarier. “Put that thing away, get out or
I will scream.”

“No.”

Beth backed into the door, clutching the towel tightly around her
body. “I mean it, I will scream,” she said as the giant black man
stepped closer. “I can hear voices out in the hall. They will
hear me.”

Simon’s lips narrowed and the corner of his mouth turned up in a
smirk. His enhanced hearing detected no one was in the hall. “No,
I won’t leave. Not until you at least touch it.”

“T-touch it.”

“That’s all. Just touch it, maybe jerk it off. I can’t put it
away when it’s like this.”

Beth’s hand reached out for it, but she pulled it back. “Why
don’t you jerk it off? You can use the bathroom.”

Simon held up his prosthetic. “I’m left handed,” he lied. “I need
you to do it for me. Just touch it. That’s all I ask.”

Beth’s hand came back out and squeezed the tip of his cock. The
head was somewhere in size between a golf ball and a tennis ball.
Her hand ran down under the large flare. “So big,” she muttered.

Simon placed his good hand on her shoulder and began applying
pressure. “Get a closer look,” he said. Beth’s legs gave out and
she fell to her knees without letting go of his cock. “This is
all your fault you know. If you hadn’t answered the door naked, I
would have just dropped off the tray and left.”

“My fault,” she muttered. Her hand stroked down the long shaft to
the base. She brought her other hand up and began stroking the
enormous shaft with both hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off
his shaft. The sweaty man smell was so strong down around his
crotch that she couldn’t think straight. She felt half drunk off
the cock bobbing under her nose.

“It’d go faster if you used some lubrication. Suck on it.”

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered, both wanting and not wanting to
suck on it. The wanting part was winning. Her tongue flickered
out and swirled around the tip.

“Simon sez, suck that black cock,” growled Simon.

Beth leaned forward to obey, the head slipping inside her mouth,
her tongue flickering over every square inch of his cock, it
could reach. She heard a snapping sound above her. Her eyes
traveled down the shaft sticking out from her mouth, then his
pubic bush, then up his well defined groin, and muscular stomach
until she was looking up at him. Simon was wearing a short sleeve
uniform similar to Bruce’s, but Simon’s had snap buttons making
it easier for him to dress and undress. He was yanking his shirt
open with his good hand and pulling it off. He was more muscular
then Bruce. The white splotches covered the entire left side of
his body from the bald head all the way down his leg. The
discoloration didn’t quite cover half his torso, but it reached
his nipple. Nor was it even along his left side. The
discoloration was consistent covering more skin here and less
skin there with black splotches in the white and white splotches
in the black. It got smaller as it ran down his leg. He’d lost
his arm above the elbow and the prosthetic was strapped in to the
upper arm. Now that she could see it clearly, only the hand was
metal. The rest was plastic molded to look like an arm, but she
could hear mechanical movement inside the plastic. It could bend
at the elbow and appeared to be an advanced, expensive piece of
equipment.

“Lost it in an explosion during the gulf war,” he explained,
noticing her gaze. “Bomb also blew half the black off of me.”

Beth nodded, wanting a closer look. She moved her head closer to
his pubic hair while continuing to look up at his deformed body.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt all choked up, but it
wasn’t from sympathy. Beth gagged. She yanked her head back, his
cock sliding up and out of her throat until she could breathe
through her nose better. Simon chuckled at her. She couldn’t even
remember taking it down her throat.

“Simon sez, keep sucking.”

Bethany had always believed in supporting the troops. She relaxed
her jaw and throat muscles, swallowing half his cock again. This
man had given a lot so that girls like herself would have the
freedom to compete in stupid beauty pageants. The least she could
do for him was to keep his weapon polished. Plus, it made her
feel good obeying him. She didn’t slow down when something cold
and metallic slid down her back. The metal claw gripped her towel
and pulled it off her back, leaving her naked and kneeling at his
feet.

Beth swallowed and sucked on his cock as best as she could. She
wanted to do a better job, but his cock was too thick. It kept
choking her, forcing her to pull back and catch her breath while
kissing and licking the head, jerking the huge shaft with her
small white hands. Tear swelled up in her eyes, not from choking,
but from frustration that she couldn’t service Simon’s cock as
well as he deserved.

Simon sensed her frustration. “You’re doing fine. I’m starting to
feel it.”

Beth nodded and took the head back in her mouth. She couldn’t
deep throat him long, so she settled on rapidly bobbing her head
over a little less then half his shaft while stroking the
remaining cock with her hand. Her other hand gently massaged the
coconut sized balls hanging under his cock. He groaned and she
redoubled her efforts sensing that she was pleasing him. His cock
grew hotter and more swollen. She could feel the large testicle
in her hand contracting.

When Simon came, the size of his ejaculate caught Bethany
completely off guard. The urethra was pointed at her tonsils and
it felt like a canon ball struck them. The initial wad quickly
compressed as it traveled down her throat, but the initial blast
of it had her gagging as the second huge wad filled her mouth.
Her head fell back away from the firing cock as the third
baseball-sized wad struck her face with force. His cock really
was a weapon, a powerful gun firing large rounds of ammunition.
The rounds got smaller after the initial three. The fourth wad
was tennis ball-sized. It also struck her face. Beth was blinded,
but she sensed, Simon was bending his cock down, aiming it at her
breasts. The fifth and sixth golf ball sized wads hit her right
nipple and then her left nipple. Hot sperm splattered over each
nipple nearly covering her entire bosom. Several more golf
ball-sized wads hit her stomach before his cock finally quit
ejaculating.

This all happened very quickly and Simon was done cumming by the
time Beth quit gagging. The first blast down her throat had
choked her, but by then her mouth was so full of semen she
couldn’t breath through it. She exhaled forcefully through her
nose to clear the nostrils of the sperm blocking it in order to
finally catch her breath. As soon as the fear of choking had
receded, Beth was able to fully appreciate the rich taste of his
seed. To Beth, nothing had ever tasted so good. At least half the
sperm in her mouth had dribbled down her chin and she now
regretted not being able to swallow it.

“Simon sez go get cleaned up.”

Beth slowly climbed to her feet and entered her room’s bathroom.
She could barely see through her sperm covered eyelids, but she
managed to find her way. When she flipped on the light, she
couldn’t believe the volume of sperm that Simon’s cock
ejaculated. The only area from her bellybutton to her forehead
not covered in semen was around her mouth. She didn’t even
realize that she had licked up every bit her tongue could reach.
Beth reached up to her cheek and slid more into her mouth, but it
wasn’t the same now that it was cold. Still, she scooped several
more fingers full of sperm and licked it off her finger.

Beth spent a good fifteen minutes cleaning his cum off her and
even then she wasn’t completely satisfied she’d gotten it all.
When she left the bathroom she gasped. Simon was lying down on
her mom’s bed, holding his massive black cock straight up.

“Simon sez come fuck me.”

Beth was already climbing up on the bed at his feet. “There’s no
way I can take that monster.” Beth straddled him and raised
herself to her feet so that she could squat over the massive
appendage. “It’s way too big.” Beth lowered herself and felt the
head push her pussy lips inward. She gasped as her lips spread
open for the large invader. “It’ll never fit,” she moaned,
lowering herself down over his cock. Beth did squats over the tip
of his cock, letting her wet pussy juice up his cock so that it
could slip in a little further with each squat. There were times
it felt good and times when it hurt. She’d hold herself still
when it hurt, letting her pussy get used to it. As inch after
inch slipped inside her, Beth found herself slipping into a
trance like state. There was no pain in her legs from squatting,
no hideous black man under her, no fear of her mother walking in
and catching her, no agony as her cervix spread open. There was
only white pussy, black cock, and intense pleasure. This wasn’t
how she pictured her first night taking a black cock, this was
better then she had imagined. Beth opened her eyes and looked
down. Between her breasts. She could see her curly brown pubic
hair meshing with his black hair. She ground her pussy against
the base of his cock. She’d taken it all.

“Simon sez, work that pussy, slut. Ride that black cock.”

And Beth did. Her legs were too weak and she collapsed on her
knees, but she bounced in his lap as fast as she could. Only
about six inches would exit her pussy and it felt incredible.
Simon’s right hand came up to squeeze her breast and pinch her
nipple. He brought his claw up to her remaining breast. The pinch
of the metallic claw was gentle as it squeezed her throbbing
nipple. He was staring at her to see if she was repulsed, but
instead her pussy started convulsing. It only took seconds for
her to start cumming and by the time she’d come down from her
orgasm, she was cumming again and again after that. Her orgasms
were so intense, she didn’t hear the pounding on her door. She
finally heard a key card in the lock as she came down from her
fourth or fifth powerful orgasm. She figured it was her mother
come back from fucking the little dwarf. Her mother was about to
catch  her daughter enjoying her own black cock. Well fuck her,
I’m not about to stop enjoying this, she thought.

“Goddamn fucker shit ass dick motherfucker!”

Beth looked over her shoulder still in an orgasmic daze. Bruce
was standing in her doorway, looking pissed. He kicked the
doorjamb in frustration. “Sorry Bruce,” she purred, “but his cock
is so good.”

Simon chuckled. “Ho’s before bros, loser.”

“Asshole,” hissed Bruce, quieter this time. He’d done all the
work and Simon was taking the reward, but already the bigger
man’s pheromones were calming Bruce down. He could feel himself
becoming subservient to Simon’s obviously superior cock. “Jerk,”
he whispered, entering the room and closing the door.

Simon’s hand released her breast and he reached around to spank
her ass. “You can break in this fine white ass, bro. Mines too
big for it anyway.”

Bruce nodded and began stripping. His cock was straining at his
new special stretch underwear. He’d turned hard the second he saw
beautiful Beth mating with this alpha male. In seconds, he was
nude and climbing on the bed behind Beth.

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

Jules slammed his black cock deep into Ann’s pussy and pumped it
full of black sperm.

“I can’t believe the little slut took a fifteen incher her first
time and now she’s getting ready to take a thirteen up her ass,”
moaned Gage, struggling to get his pants down around his ankles.
The scene on the monitors had his cock rock hard. The cameras
were capturing Beth’s black taking from multiple angles. A near
professional looking video would be edited and posted on one of
E&I’s amateur websites within a few days.

Jules pulled his long black cock out of Ann’s pussy. His cock was
a little over a foot long, straight and streamlined except for an
unusually large flared head. Ann was bent forwards bracing
herself against a desk covered in monitors filming and recording
all the wired rooms. Some were set to scan, changing from room to
room. Others were capturing over a dozen Miss Teen USA
contestants fucking and sucking black men. Whoever had planned
this hadn’t done that great of a job. Sure the number of screens,
cameras, and employees monitoring them was fine for a normal
night watching high rollers get seduced or the occasional wife
going black, but the large influx of hot teens and their
chaperones had overwhelmed the system. They could have put to
good use, hundreds of more screens and cameras, and employees
recording the action from various angles.  Maybe before the Miss
USA pageant was held here they could expand the monitoring
station some.

“Aargh! It’s too big,” came Beth’s voice through a speaker.

Gage sat down in a chair, his cock bobbing upwards. He grabbed
Ann’s hips and pulled her back down on his cock. They both
watched her sister getting fucked on the screens while Ann slowly
rode Gage’s cock. On another screen Marsha was bent over sucking
Lester’s cock while he sat on a table top in his room. “I do
believe she’s a bigger slut then you, Ann,” said Gage, reaching
around to squeeze Ann’s big breasts.

“As big, but not bigger,” moaned Ann. She was a little jealous.
Simon had tried to get her alone to fuck her a few days ago and
as an E&I employee, she would have been obligated to service his
every need, but she had avoided the scary black man. If she’d
known he was packing such a weapon, she’d have gone after him.

“Mom too, must run in the family,” said Jules, now back at the
camera controls, zooming them in and panning them out. “Damn fine
looking woman ya ask me. I can’t imagine what she must have
looked like twenty years ago.”

Ann shuddered as she came on Gage’s cock. She’d come downstairs
to watch her sister lose her black virginity to Bruce and that
hadn’t gone as expected. Nor had she expected to watch her mother
going all slutty for her own black cock and one Ann was quite
familiar with. Ann hadn’t seen her mother in over five years and
all because her mom had refused to accept her new career as an
interracial porn star. Now her mom was starring in her own porn
albeit unknowingly. Ann sneered angrily at the screen showing her
mother, so engrossed in the image and working her pussy up and
down Gage’s cock, she didn’t even feel the tears traveling down
her cheek.

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

“No more, no more,” begged Beth. She was panting heavily. Her
body had fallen on Simon’s, big breasts mashed against his chest
while Bruce slowly worked his cock in her ass. Bruce’s big cock
was fighting for room in her tight little derriere against
Simon’s massive cock in her pussy. Bruce paused his forwards
progress letting her get used to having her ass stretched out.
“Is that all,” she moaned, through gritted teeth.

“Not even half,” chuckled Bruce.

“Oh god,” cried Beth.

“Simon sez take it all up that white ass.”

Bruce chuckled again. He hadn’t heard Simon’s catch phrase
before. He began forcing his cock deeper causing Beth to squeal.
He needed his own catch phrase. Bruce will pump ya full of juice,
he thought. No. He had it. “Let Bruce make this ass loose,” he
said out loud.

“Shut the fuck up, Dr. Seuss,” ordered Simon.

Bruce did as he was told and concentrated on burying his cock. He
groaned in pleasure when he felt Simon jerk his cock in Beth’s
pussy. Beth’s ass contracted around his own cock and it felt
great. Simon flexed his cock again and Beth moaned. It wasn’t a
painful moan either, the little slut was starting to like it.

Bruce finally hit bottom, but there was still about three inches
of thick black cock sticking out of her over stretched rectum. He
pushed harder, but it actually felt to him like his steel hard
cock might start bending before her ass would take any more of
it. The young teen beauty was starting to push herself off
Simon’s chest. Beth was actually grinding her crotch around on
Simon’s cock, so Bruce decided it was time to start giving her
ass a good workout.

Bruce fucked her ass slowly, feeling the underside of Simon’s
cock sliding against his own. Simon was growing impatient. He
grabbed Beth’s hip and squeezed his prosthetic against her other
hip, trying to raise her up and down his shaft. Beth got the hint
and began bouncing again. At one point, she bounced as Bruce was
pulling back and his cock sprang free, slapping his abdomen with
a loud whack. He quickly pressed down on Beth’s back to hold her
still while he worked his cock back in. Soon the two black men
were fucking her, awkwardly at first, since neither had DP’d a
slut yet, but they quickly developed a rhythm, alternating
thrusts some times and slamming their cock in together at others.

Beth had started cumming again. They were intense and powerful.
She found herself weakening and becoming limp, collapsing on
Simon’s chest. Bruce helped his partner holding Beth up off
Simon’s crotch so that Simon could buck his cock up into Beth’s
pussy. The young teen was nearly comatose, her head flopped
around, moans coming from her lips. Bruce felt Simon’s cock
spasming against his own. Simon was cumming and Bruce knew from
watching him the one time that Simon’s cock was shooting out huge
balls of sperm. Balls that had nowhere to go. One big wad
ballooned up to fill her womb, the rest of his ejaculate was
squeezed out around his shaft. Bruce felt hot fluid striking his
scrotum as Simon’s semen shot out from Beth’s pussy. Simon moaned
and quit pumping. Bruce let Bethany fall on top of Simon with the
big black man’s spent cock still buried in her pussy. Bruce
hunched his body over Beth’s and began pile driving his cock hard
in and out of her ass. She moaned in her comatose state and he
could feel her pussy contracting as she came. He wished his cock
had been the first to taste that sweet pussy, but for now he was
satisfied with her ass. “Here it comes,” he moaned feeling his
balls contract. “Here comes Bruce’s juice up yo caboose.”

Simon groaned, but started to laugh. He could feel Bruce’s cock
contracting. Now it was his turn to feel another man’s sperm
pouring down on his balls as Beth‘s ass backed up with cum. Bruce
pulled his cock out when he quit cumming and Simon rolled Beth
off him. “I gotta get back,” he moaned.

Bruce was panting, looking down at Beth, now lying on her back.
His cock was still swollen and rampant. “Our supervisor knows the
score.”

“Yeah, but we’re short on porters and I need to shower first
before going back to work.”

“Well you go on ahead,” said Bruce. “I came here to fuck this
pussy and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Bruce eagerly pulled
Beth’s legs apart and cupped them under his arms as he bent his
cock down towards Beth’s gaping cum-filled pussy. Twenty minutes
later, Simon came out of the shower just as Bruce was depositing
his own load of sperm on top of the one Simon had put in her
womb. At some point, Beth had come back around and was eagerly
raising her hips to meet Bruce’s thrusting cock. She was moaning
and writhing as she came while Bruce did.

Simon let himself out without saying anything. Bruce pulled his
cock out. It was rapidly deflating, but stayed swollen and didn’t
shrink past a foot long. It fell between his legs, swinging and
dangling as he walked over to the bathroom, sperm dripping from
the tip and down the shaft to strike the floor. He entered the
shower and cleaned himself off as best he could.

When Bruce was dry, he returned to the room. Beth was still
laying on her back with her legs spread wide. “Oh god,” she
moaned. “I’m not on birth control.”

“You regret it?” he asked.

“Hell no,” she replied and they both laughed. “I wanna do it
again, but for now, my pussy’s a little sore.”

“A cock like Simon’s will do that to ya. As for me, I’d better
get back to work to.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?” asked Beth, stretching languorously on
the bed.

“We’ll see.” Bruce winked at her and left the room.

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

Day Seven

Marsha snuck back into her room before dawn. Damn, she thought
when she saw the state her bed was in. She’d hoped maid service
would have changed the sheets. The room even smelled of sperm.
She peaked in on Bethany and found her daughter soundly asleep in
the adjoining section. She hoped Bethany hadn’t noticed the
disheveled bed or the smell permeating the room, but then her
virginal daughter wouldn’t know what semen smelled like anyway.

Marsha stripped off her top and sat on the bed to remove her
shoes. As she slid her panties off, she sat back down in a wet
spot. The bed was covered in wet spots. She scooped some up and
sniffed it. Lester’s seed was still wet even almost half a day
since they had fucked on her bed earlier. She absentmindedly
licked the semen off her finger, the same semen filling both her
womb and belly at that moment. Not only had the super-human dwarf
fucked her that afternoon, but he had gotten off another six
loads with her throughout the night. He’d filled her belly and
ass once and her pussy four times. She’d blown him, then rode
him. They slept for an hour and then she’d awake with his cock
nudging her pussy from behind, sleep for another hour and then he
was pulling her on top to ride him. And so the night went.

Marsha crawled under the covers. It wasn’t wet there, but the
smell of a black man’s sperm still filled her nostrils. She liked
the smell. Her eyes closed as she began to drift off to sleep.
She liked cum. She liked fucking and sucking big black cocks. She
liked Lester. She loved Lester’s big black cock. She loved
Lester.

That night Marsha dreamed she was married to the little black
dwarf and she was happy. Everything was the same as in her real
life. Bethany and Ann kissed their little black dad on the cheeks
as they left for school. Then their father, Marsha’s dwarf
husband, would turn and chase her to the bedroom. Married life
was devoted to servicing her husband’s big black cock.

Marsha awoke feeling guilty, but her pussy was soaked and even
after the complete fucking she’d gotten last night, she was still
horny. Beth was in the shower. Soon it shut off and her daughter
came out with a towel wrapped around her. She didn’t say anything
as she passed her mom. “What’s the agenda for today?” she yelled
to Beth.

I’m scheduled for two judge Q&A’s and a photo shoot,” replied
Beth.

“You want me there?”

“No, the interviews are supposed to be private this year.”

“I don’t like it. I should chaperone.”

“Chaperones are only allowed if the contestant is under
eighteen.“

Marsha thought on the interviews she’d down and ones she’s watch
Ann give. King’s new format had every contestant answering a
judge’s question in private. Of course, none of this would air.
It was used to help eliminate contestants. The actual pageant
would have the judges sitting side by side asking only the
finalists questions. Two of the judges were men and that meant
there could be hanky panky. Marsha knew what some women would do
in order to win. Both male judges were big black men, big black
men with big black cocks. Marsha shuddered. Marcus Black was a
pretty hunky guy, but Sharpspeare wasn’t much to look at, though
he still had that air of conceited masculinity about him.

“You were out pretty late, mom.” Beth, now dressed, walked past
her mom towards the door.

“Wasn’t that late,” she lied.

“What were you doing?”

“I um.. actually I gambled for awhile.”

“You don’t gamble.”

“I thought I’d try it while I was here. This is Atlantic City
after all.”

“Did you win?”

“I broke even. I didn’t bet much, but it lasted a long time.” The
lie was flowing faster now. “I guess the time just caught up with
me.”

Beth frowned at her. “Well watch what you get caught up with, ok
mother?’

Marsha nodded. “Knock’em dead, honey,” she replied watching Beth
close the door. Her daughter had been a little cold towards her.
Maybe she had noticed her mother’s bed last night?

Marsha took a nap and had another dream about Lester. This time
she was younger, in her bikini wearing her Miss Teen Idaho 1977
sash. Lester was the judge interviewing her. He told her he would
vote for her if she’d blow him. The teen version of Marsha did
just that. She felt guiltier then ever when she woke up. She was
cheating on her husband and lying to her daughter. What was
happening to her? She didn’t love Lester. She loved her husband.
Still going from being sexless for five years to the fucking
she’d gotten last night had her wondering if she would leave her
husband if Lester asked. Marsha shuddered again. Would every
night with Lester be like last night?

After all the sex and sleeping in a sticky bed, Marsha needed a
shower. She washed up and then decided she could use a light
breakfast. After that, maybe she’d take a nap by the pool or come
back to the room and catch up on some much needed sleep. She
ordered a table for one at the Kenya Café which had a breakfast
buffet. She ordered some orange juice from the waitress and got
up to fill her plate. Not that she was that hungry, her belly
still felt full, not having digested all of Lester’s semen yet.
She figured that was enough protein so she only filled her plate
with fruit and she got a small bowl of cereal.

When she returned to her seat, the table beside her now held a
couple. The man was huge and black, the woman, white, blonde, and
beautiful. He was looking away from her, but she could tell he
was dressed in a bright red track suit. She on the other hand was
dressed business professional, though Marsha thought her skirt
was too short. The woman was eating light like Marsha, but the
man had piled his plate high with bacon, sausage, and a ham
omelet.

Marsha saw the man when she sat down. He was easily recognizable.
It was the Rev. Al Sharpspeare. There was no mistaking that hair
or the penchant for flashy gold jewelry. He noticed her stare and
nodded at her. “Amber, lets see the schedule for today,” he said
to the pretty blonde.

“Here it is, sir,” she answered, sliding a folder towards him.
“You are pretty free today except for ten Q&A sessions this
afternoon.” Marsha listened to the two talk. She’d forgotten that
Sharpspeare was a judge at the pageant. “I have some things to
take care of, sir,” said the blonde. She stood up and left the
table.

Sharpspeare immediately turned his attention to Marsha. “Good
morning,” he said to her across his table.

“Good morning,” she replied, feigning a smile. She’d never liked
the man. She certainly disagreed with him politically and she
found him a racial demagogue, exacerbating racial tensions
instead of helping them. He was certainly more of a media hound
and pundit then a true man of god.

“Here for the pageant.”

“Yes, reverend.”

“Which state do you represent?”

Marsha laughed almost choking on her orange juice. “Idaho circa
1977,” she finally replied. The man actually had a bit of charm
to him and a sense of humor. “My daughter’s the current Miss Teen
Idaho.”

“Well I wish her luck.”

“Thank you, reverend.”

“Care to join me?” he asked. “I could use the company.”

“Well, I’m almost finished.” Marsha’s plate was almost empty. He
nodded and went back to clearing his plate of the pile of food.
Then he stood up and returned to the buffet for another load.
Marsha seemed to recall that the Rev. Sharpspeare used to be much
heavier. Now he was as muscular as a weight lifter. If he didn’t
slow down on his caloric intake, he’d be gaining his weight  back
pretty quickly, but the black man seemed unconcerned with what he
was putting into his body. His hair used to be grayer to. Now it
was dark black, natural looking, but he must have dyed it. It
made him look incredibly young. He’d been in the news for thirty
years, but he barely looked thirty-five.

Sharpspeare noticed her staring again. “Anything I can do for
you?” he asked, a side of bacon sticking out of the corner of his
mouth.

“No… Well maybe there is. Do you hear confession?”

“I’m not Catholic, but I do counseling.”

“Oh, well…” Marsha’s eyes looked down.

“I do respect the confidentiality of the people I counsel,” he
replied quickly.

“I heard your assistant say you had some free time. I need
someone to talk to. I’ve done a bad thing, Reverend.”

Al Sharpspeare nodded gravely. “I’d be glad to help. We can talk
in my suite. Just give me a moment to finish my breakfast, Mrs…”

“Dutton, but call me Marsha and take your time Reverend and thank
you,” said Marsha watching him scoff down the remainder of his
plate. The reverend stood and Marsha walked beside him out the
exit and back into the casino area.  They entered the elevator
and Marsha was surprised to see Sharpspeare press the button for
the 51st floor. Not that she should have been surprised, the man
was a professional shakedown artist after all. Then again he was
judging the pageant and a penthouse suite may have been provided
for him. She cursed herself for being so judgmental.

Almost immediately when the doors slid shut, Marsha began to
sweat. The motor kicked in and the elevator started to rise. She
gulped wondering what was wrong with her, she’d never been
claustrophobic before. But it wasn’t fear of being in an enclosed
space that was bothering her. It was the Reverend. Nor was it
fear of being in an enclosed space with a black man. Nor was it
fear. Marsha was becoming horny. Her nipples were popping out,
her panties were starting to stick, and her heart rate was
accelerating. She’d been horny since arriving in Atlantic City
and stayed aroused even after the amazing night she’d had with
Lester. A night that should have kept her satisfied for another
five years without sex. Now her arousal was growing with each
floor they passed. Sharpspeare glanced over at her, smiled and
nodded.

Marsha glanced at the floor lights, 24 was lit, then 25, 26.
Marsha glanced back at the Reverend. This time she smiled and
locked her eyes with his. Not at all attractive she thought, but
god was he masculine. Marsha reached out and took his arm. She
squeezed it. “You obviously work out, Reverend,” she said,
feeling his muscle.

“Not as much as you might think,” he replied.

“But your muscles are so big.” I bet that’s not the only big
thing on him, she thought. Marsha looked down at her feet, but
found herself glancing at his crotch. Sure enough the outline of
a large cock was extending down one pant leg. Even as she
watched, it seemed to creep down another inch towards the knee.
Yep, his muscles aren’t the only thing big on him. Marsha
squeezed his bicep again and then quickly pulled her hand off
him. She felt the color drain from her face. My god! I’m actually
flirting with him!

Marsha took a step back and leaned against the side of the
elevator, trying to get as far from him as possible. She looked
back up at the numbers… 34...35...36.  She glanced at the
Reverend. He was smirking at her. Then he winked. The color
returned to her face, this time in the form of a blush. She
looked down to his chest and stared at the gold necklaces around
his chest. Marsha Dutton, what the fuck is happening to you? Your
acting like a love smitten school girl ready to spread her legs
for any boy willing to pay attention to you… provided he’s got a
big black cock in his pants.  Stop thinking about big black cock,
she ordered herself. Big black cock Big black cock. Big black
cock. Stop it! Marsha looked above the doors…45...46...47. What’s
happening to me? If he pulled his big black cock out right now
and told her to suck it, she’d be on her knees sucking his big
black cock, wanting him to fill her belly with his seed before
fucking her pussy with his big black cock. Big black cock. Big
black cock. The floors were now 49...50.
What’s happening to me? You know what’s happening to you Marsha,
said a voice in her head. She felt like she had the proverbial
little devil sitting on her shoulder whispering in her ear and
the little devil looked like Lester. You’re turning into a slut,
it whispered. A slut just like your slut daughter who can’t get
enough black cock and you know what, Marsha. The elevator dinged
as it stopped on the 51st floor. The noise broke her daydream
before the devil could finish talking, but she knew what it was
going to say. Marsha you’re turning into a slut and you like it.

“Here we are,” said Sharpspeare. “Long elevator ride.”

“It sure was,” said Marsha, moving past him and into the open
hall. The air immediately felt less stifling and helped clear her
head.

“Are you alright, Marsha?” he asked.

“Fine, I just needed some air.” She gasped, taking deep breaths
and quickly feeling better. He was staring at her, but he didn’t
look concerned. It was almost like he knew what had been going
through her brain. “Maybe, this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Nonsense,” he exclaimed in his deep voice. “My room’s just down
the hall and obviously something is troubling you. Follow me.”

Marsha followed him. The hall was short and the entire floor held
only three gigantic rooms. The hotel had six such rooms for
celebrities and high rolllers. Three were on this floor and three
on the floor under them.
The reverend led her over to his door. It was larger then hers
and was a double door. He took out a gold plated key card and
swiped it. The entrance light turned green and the big black man
pushed it open.

“Wow!” she said, following him into the room. She was staring at
the East wall. It was one long window with curtains the could be
pulled along it, but for now it was open and the Atlantic Ocean
spread out before her. The entire room was more then 2000sq feet
and luxuriously decorated. There were two bedrooms, both with
king sized beds. The bathroom door was open and she could see a
large two person Jacuzzi inside. The fixtures looked gold plated
and shined in the light. The windows covered the North, South,
and West walls also and she could see the bay through the door to
one large bedroom and the Atlantic City skyline through the North
and South walls. The room had an actual small kitchen and a bar
area stocked with alcohol. There was also a meeting table and a
desk with an open laptop on it.

“Have a seat at the desk,” said Sharpspeare. “I’m going to use
the facilities and I’ll be right with you.”
Marsha sat at the desk. She glanced at the open laptop, but found
nothing of interest on it. She could hear a powerful stream of
urine striking water in the bathroom and couldn’t repress an
image of a huge black cock in the Reverend’s hands as he
urinated. She pictured him shaking the black monster when she
heard the toilet flush. Sharpspeare walked out of the restroom a
moment later and sat down opposite her. “Well, what can I help
you with?”

Marsha stared at the massive black man, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m not sure where to begin. I’m not even sure this was a good
idea. I…”

“Go on, Marsha. You told me you did a bad thing, but you don‘t
seem like a bad person. What was it exactly you did?”

“I che… I cheated on my… I cheated on my husband.”

“That is a bad thing Marsha. Adultery is a mortal sin.”

“But it’s not my fault. My husband had a stroke and hasn’t been
able to perform his duties for five years.”

“That’s denial. Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let
the bed be undefiled: but God will judge the sexually immoral and
adulterers. Hebrews 13:4.”

Marsha suddenly choked up and began crying into her hands.
“You‘re right, sir. I am in denial. I feel so guilty.”

“Why did you do it?”

“It had been so long since me and my husband were together. I was
just so lonely for the contact and since arriving in Atlantic
City, I’ve just been so…” She paused to think of a proper term.

“Horny?”

Marsha blushed again, still sobbing a little. “Yes, horny. When I
first saw the man I cheated with, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“There’s something you are holding back. Tell me about the man
you sinned with.”

“He had a really big penis.” Marsha put her face down to keep her
shame from showing. “I couldn’t resist it.”

“There’s something you are not telling me about this man.”

“He was a dwarf.”

“You sinned with a dwarf with a big penis?”

“Yes.”

Sharpspeare stared at Marsha Dutton trying to look stern. “Wait a
moment. Was the dwarf named Lester Nibelung?”

“Oh god, you know him?”

“I’ve seen his movies. But Marsha, Lester’s black.”

Marsha didn’t think it was possible, but her face turned even
redder. She had wanted to avoid confessing to the Reverend that
her lover had been black. She should have just told him about the
man in the alley, but after Lester, that encounter was fading
from her memory. “Yes, he‘s black?”

“Then you are forgiven.”

Marsha sat up straight and stared at the Reverend in surprise.
“What?”

“Mrs. Dutton, do you consider yourself a racist?” Sharpspeare
watched her hesitate before adding, “Don’t lie to me or to
yourself.”

Marsha repeated to the Reverend the almost same thing she had
told Lester when he accused her of racism. “Somewhat I guess. I
never really thought about it. I was never hardcore. I just
didn’t believe the races should intermingle.”

Reverend Al nodded in understanding. “Don’t feel bad. Most whites
are like that. God does not like racists Mrs. Dutton and the only
way to end racism is for the races to engage in sexual
intercourse. The races aren‘t equal and it is the duty of the
white woman to submit to the black man.”

“That’s the most absurd thing I ever heard. First off Mr.
Sharpspeare,” said Marsha deciding to drop the Reverend from his
title, “It is not the duty of a woman to submit to any man.”

“For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man.
Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the
man.”

“Nonsense! And adultery is adultery, whether the man is black or
white and what do you mean the races aren’t equal.”

“I’m sensing some hostility Mrs. Dutton. Please we are all adults
here. Your problem is that you consider yourself to be a good
wife, but you are not. You are a whore and the bible is both
brutal and forgiving of whores.  I will not punish your daughter
when they commit whoredom, nor you spouses when they commit
adultery.”

“I am not a whore,” stated Marsha forcefully, yet she was
unconvinced. She had certainly behaved like a whore with Lester.

“Yet you cheated on your husband with a black dwarf. Was he a
better lover then your husband? Was his cock bigger? Was it the
best sex of your life? Did you do things with a black man that
you wouldn’t with your husband?” Sharpspeare stood up and towered
over Marsha who stared up at him in awe and fear. “Do you know
what the bible says about sleeping with black men, Mrs. Dutton?”

“N-no, sir,” stuttered Marsha, gulping.

“There she lusted after her paramours, whose members were like
those of donkeys, and whose emission was like that of stallions.”

“Oh my god!”

“Does your husband have a member like a donkey?” asked
Sharpspeare, just as he slid the waistband of his jumpsuit pants
down slowly revealing inch after inch of thick black cock to
Marsha’s wide eyed stare. “Or does the black man have a member
like a donkey?” Up sprang a cock every bit as long as a foot. It
was angled down slightly, but rapidly swelling and hardening
until it was pointed right at her face. Sharpspeare kept pushing
his pants down until he was able to step out of them. He then
straightened his back and lifted his powerful shaft up. “Grab my
balls, whore.”

Marsha was disgusted with his demeaning manner, yet her hand was
involuntarily rising at his orders. One of his testicles alone
filled her palm. “They’re so big.”

“That’s right. Heft them, squeeze them. Feel the sperm filling my
black balls, Marsha. Now tell me, whose emission is like that of
a stallion?”

“The black man’s, Reverend.”

“Praise the lord,” said Sharpspeare, guiding his large cock head
between her rapidly parting lips. Her tongue flickered out to
twirl around the helmeted head before she began sucking on the
tip of his cock.
“Halleluiah,“ shouted the Reverend.

Marsha began swallowing inch after inch of the Reverend’s cock.
She closed her eyes, breathing his masculine scent deeply through
her nose. She knew it was an illusion, but after seeing Lester’s
foot long cock sticking out from his little person’s body, it
made Sharpspeare’s cock look smaller. In truth, the two cocks
were almost identical in length and width, even their heads were
largely alike. The Reverend’s cock was a little darker in color
as was his skin color, but that was all. Lester’s may have been a
little more arrow straight, where the Reverend’s curved up
slightly.

Marsha wrinkled her nose as something tickled it. She opened her
eyes. Her nose was buried in Sharpspeare’s pubic hair. She hadn’t
even realized she was deep throating the massive cock. She backed
up a bit and then took him deep again. She could feel the golf
ball sized head moving deep down her throat. Marsha was a deeply
religious person. Sucking black cock was almost a religious
experience to her, possibly even more rewarding, more spiritual
in many ways. She’d never heard any of the Reverend’s seemingly
crazy bible quotes, but like the bible they appeared to be true.
She was lusting after a member the size of a donkey’s. She wanted
the stallion’s emission filling her belly, flooding her womb,
flowing from her anus. Woman was not created to serve man. She
was created to serve the black man. Marsha pulled back until the
huge cock plopped free from her mouth. She kissed the head while
stroking it lovingly. Marsha Dutton looked up at Sharpspeare and
told him, “I am a whore and I love your black cock.” From that
moment on, Marsha decided she would never again feel guilty for
betraying her husband and family. And she knew that Sharpspeare
would not be her last black man.

“Bless you,” he said, “Now suck the sin from me.” Sharpspeare
grabbed her hair and guided her lips back upon his rampant cock.

Marsha bobbed her head rapidly for she was eager to taste his
seed and even more eager to have it filling her pussy. She
swallowed half his cock while rapidly stroking the rest. Her
other hand massaged and squeezed the huge sperm filled scrotum.
Soon his cock began to grow even larger, swelling and hardening.
She could feel his testicles clenching up. A big wad of semen
spit from the head, flowing down her throat. She pulled back just
as the second wad filled her mouth. The amount was overwhelming
and some semen shot out the sides of her mouth just as she
swallowed the rest, but no sooner had she gulped then her mouth
filled with more hot sperm. The Reverend’s seed was every bit as
good as Lester’s, hot and rich, the best thing she had ever
tasted. Marsha swallowed mouthful after mouthful until his balls
quit pumping sperm up his long shaft. She ran her hand up the
shaft, milking it for every drop she could get.

“That was well done, Marsha.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now it is time for you to get naked.”

Marsha nodded and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. She
pulled it off and quickly unhooked her bra. The Reverend’s cock
had begun to droop a little after cumming, but as soon as she
freed her large bosom, it quickly straightened out again. It
pleased her to see his body’s reaction to her exposing herself
for him. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and stood naked
before him. He reached out and she took his hand.

Marsha assumed he was leading her to the bedroom, but instead he
took her over to the large ocean front window. Sharpspeare moved
around behind her and cupped her big breasts, gently tweaking and
pinching her nipples. They reacted to his touch swelling even
bigger the normal. He quickly pushed her against the window until
her breasts mashed down upon the pane. “I shall lift your skirts
as high as your face and show your nakedness to the nations, your
shame to the kingdoms,” he shouted as if from a pulpit.

He slapped her thighs until she parted them and soon Marsha could
feel his cock head probing against her pussy lips, pushing them
inwards until they slowly parted and his wonderful cock slipped
inside her. She moaned looking down upon the boardwalk and the
beach. They were too high to be seen without binoculars, but
still she felt exposed to the world as the Reverend began slowly
taking her from behind. Each thrust of his cock probing deeper
into her pussy and mashing more of her breasts down against the
pane of glass. The pressure hurt her nipples so Marsha slowly
brought her hands against the glass and pushed herself off,
bracing herself against the window and pushing her body back into
the thrusting black cock now deep in her pussy. She began cumming
as soon as it reached the halfway point, the additional fluids
making it easier for the massive black cock to slide in deeper
and deeper.

Sharpspeare gave her a good hard pounding for close to fifteen
minutes before he decided to switch positions. He pulled his cock
out and grabbed Marsha’s shoulder to turn her around. Marsha
faced him, staring at his rampant cock in awe. It was swollen,
angry looking, the black skin even had a reddish tint, and it
glistened with her juices as it reared upward. The black man’s
strong arms reached out to grab her hips, easily lifting her off
the floor. Marsha wrapped her legs around his hips as he brought
her down over his cock. She reached back and guided it in,
moaning as inch after inch sank inside her.

Sharpspeare stepped back against the window and now it was
Marsha’s ass pressed against the pane. He held her firm against
the window and slowly started pumping his cock into her. Marsha
came again and again. The mighty cock head pushed deep, knocking
against her cervix which slowly opened for it. Soon she was
getting the deep penetration only a black cock could give a
woman. “Oh god, I fucking love your black cock,” she screamed.

“My black cock loves this tight white pussy,” he growled. “Look
at me. Look at the superior black man fucking you like no white
man can.”

Marsha, whose head was bent back against the window while she
moaned in pleasure, opened her eyes and looked at Sharpspeare.
His piercing brown eyes stared back at hers with intensity. Their
faces were only inches apart. Both their heads moved closer. When
their noses almost touched, they both slammed their faces
together, lips mashing apart in the most passionate kiss of
Marsha’s life. Their mouths opened, each striving to be the first
to get their tongue in the other’s mouth. Like Marsha’s mind and
body, her tongue couldn’t resist the more powerful tongue of the
black man and it was Sharpspeare’s tongue that found it’s way
into her mouth.

To Marsha it seemed as if they kissed for fifty more thrusts of
Sharpspeare’s cock. She had three more powerful orgasms while
they kissed, her mouth opening to moan her pleasure with each
orgasm. They kissed while his cock swelled even larger. They
kissed when he slammed his cock forward and started pumping her
womb full of his seed. Marsha had the largest orgasm of her life
while he came inside her. Sharpspeare clamped his lips around her
tongue and held it while she screamed in orgasmic bliss. When she
was done cumming, they kissed again and continued kissing while
his cock slowly started to shrink. She could feel the bottled up
cum in her womb following his shrinking cock towards the exit of
her pussy. Of course, even a deflated black cock filled her pussy
more then her husband or the boy from the alley had and it kept
his seed from spilling.

Sharpspeare broke the kiss, but he continued to kiss down her
neck. “I was hoping to teach some teens about integration today,
but you’re hotter then any of these little girls, Mrs. Dutton,”
he mumbled into her neck.

“Thanks,” she replied, moaning. Marsha knew she was a good
looking woman for her age and it took a lot of work to keep her
body fit and trim. She found herself wishing Sharpspeare could
have seen her back in 1977 when she was a pageant contestant. She
found herself wishing she had discovered black cock back then
when she was young. Now she was middle aged and her looks
wouldn’t last forever. She was going to have to make up for lost
time and fuck as many black men as possible while she still
could. She wiggled her ass, still held up in his lap and squealed
with pleasure when his cock suddenly extended another inch.

“You know, I still have a couple hours free if you want me to
keep counseling you.”

“The longer and harder the counseling you give me the better, I
say,” she replied, suddenly sucking her lower lip inside her
mouth as she stared in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You were going to say something Mrs. Dutton. Say it!”

Marsha stared into his eyes, ashamed of herself. Her cheeks
flushed red with embarrassment. “I was going to ask…” She wanted
to break eye contact and look down, but she couldn’t. “I was
hoping… I wanted to know if you would fuck my ass?” There I said
it. God, how embarrassing. I feel like such a tramp. Hell, I am a
tramp. I’m a complete slut for a big black cock.

The Reverend’s eyes creased and he knowingly nodded in
understanding. “Marsha, there isn’t anything in the world that
could keep my cock out of your fine white ass.”

Marsha grinned, pleased that he would grant her wish. She felt
his cock grow another inch as if it was also pleased with her
request. The Reverend’s hands began lifting her ass and she felt
his cock being pulled from her pussy. It plopped out and
immediately the semen being held inside her pussy began pouring
out, staining the precious carpet.

Ten minutes later, after cleaning herself, Marsha found herself
on all fours on his bed with Sharpspeare coating his cock with
lubricant while kneeling behind her. “Reverend?” she asked,
“Isn’t sodomy wrong?” She regretted asking as soon as she said
it. He might change his mind and not fuck her ass.

“Only between two men or a woman and beast,” he replied. She felt
one hand on her ass and his cock head pressing against her tight
sphincter. “The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the
ground. And my eyes do fail because of the tears, my bowels are
troubled. So sayeth the good book.”

Marsha shuddered as the huge head pressed hard against her anus.
Her sphincter slowly opened for it and it slipped inside.

And she was happy.

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

Beth was staring out the window looking at the same view her
mother was while unbeknownst to Beth, her mom was getting fucked
against the window one floor up.
Beth was in the penthouse housing Victoria Goodhead, the CEO of
Hidden Closet. Beth held the robe tightly against her body. A
black photographer was setting up a camera on a tripod.

Bethany had been interviewed by Nikki Holden earlier. Beth had
found the rich heiress a bit vacuous. She seemed uninterested in
her own question or in Beth’s answer to it. Beth didn’t find her
to be a very good choice for a beauty pageant judge. Afterwards,
Beth had walked across the hall to the next judge’s room, passing
another contestant on the way. The other girl looked embarrassed
and wouldn’t meet Beth’s eye or even smile at her. Beth knocked
on Ms. Goodhead’s door while the other girl knocked on Miss
Holden’s door. Both girls entered the rooms at the same time.

Unlike Nikki Holden, Victoria Goodhead was more business
professional and seemed involved in her questions and Beth’s
answers. Victoria was a good looking woman about Beth’s mom’s
age. She was fit and trim enough to model her own lingerie and
look good in them. Beth vaguely remembered hearing that Victoria
Goodhead had dated Solomon King. Beth smiled at the woman,
feeling a kinship with her. Victoria Goodhead was probably no
stranger to black cock herself. Beth’s smile turned to a frown
when Victoria suddenly slid an open magazine across the table
towards her. “Well done, Miss Idaho.“ Victoria was apparently
pleased with Beth’s answer. “Now that that’s over with, what
about this bra and garter ensemble?”

“Excuse me?”

“For your photo shoot.”

“My photo shoot?”

“Yes, It’s in the Miss Teen USA contract. It’s the only reason I
agreed to judge this pageant. Mr. King has graciously allowed
that one picture of each contestant be published in Hidden Closet
catalogs. Some will be in bikinis and others lingerie. The
pictures will be published over the next year and we are even
putting out a special edition catalog with pictures of every
contestant. Great publicity for both Hidden Closet and the Miss
Teen USA pageant.”

“You want me to wear that? Don’t you have anything more
tasteful?”

“Not for contestants in your bracket, Miss Dutton. Underage
contestants are being allowed to wear a more tasteful bra and
panties, but contestants over eighteen will be wearing more
grownup lingerie.”

“Alright I guess.”

“Good. We’re doing the shots here in my room. You’ll find this
particular piece of lingerie in the bathroom. Go ahead and get
changed.

Bethany sighed, but then perked up and went to the penthouse’s
large bathroom. Modeling was on her list of possible careers
after all. Maybe, she’d get noticed? Plus, all good models had
lingerie, bikini, or even nude shots in their portfolios.

Beth stripped in the bathroom. The lingerie was blue and sheer.
The panties cut very low around the hips and the small patch on
the front barely covered her bush. The rear wasn’t a thong, but
just like the front, the material was miniscule and barely
covered the crack in her ass. She found herself pulling the
material out of her ass each time she bent over. The bra was
tight and did a good job lifting her boobs up. She hadn’t seen
the like before. The top was some sort of demi-bra or half bra.
It covered her lower breasts up to the nipples, but the material
was so sheer, her nipples were as plain as day. The entire tops
of her breasts were visible. In a cocktail dress, this lingerie
would show off a lot of cleavage.

Bethany stepped into the garter and fit it snuggly around her
waist. She pulled the sheer nylons up over her legs and clipped
them onto the belt. Afterwards, she looked in the mirror and was
pleased with what she saw in the reflection. Simon would go nuts
seeing her wearing something like this. She shuddered as she
thought about the scary black man. Her nipples immediately popped
out, clearly visible through the bra. Embarrassed, Beth tried to
wait for them to go down, but they seemed frozen. She waited as
long as she could before wrapping a robe around herself and
exiting the bathroom. Maybe they weren’t ready for the shoot yet.

Beth walked out and found Victoria and the black photographer
were impatiently waiting for her. She was surprised to see
another black man had joined them and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
He was very muscular, but had a leaner build. He was quite good
looking. He was wearing white drawstring pants and Beth had no
trouble making out a large banana cock swinging freely under the
material.

Victoria motioned to the two black men. “Beth, this is Jasper, a
photographer for Hidden Closet and this is Mark, a model we
sometimes use.” Both black men nodded at her. “Mark will take a
few shots with you after we get some shots of you alone.”

“Ok, I guess.” Beth let the robe fall around her feet and was
pleased to see both black men go bug-eyed when she revealed her
body. Mark’s cock started pressing against his white drawstring
pants.

Jasper put her through the paces. He was quite the professional
photographer. The first shots were against a white backdrop
placed against the wall. Then the moved into the bedroom and
Jasper had her pose against the large canopied bed.

“Not bad, Idaho,” said Victoria, watching the shoot and nodding
her approval. “You’re a little raw, but you appear to be a quick
learner. I could see a future as a model for you.”

“Thanks!” said Bethany, her smile widening. Jasper seemed to like
her bigger smile and started snapping away.

“We’ve been going with bustier models,” added Victoria.
“Previously, girls like you would only be hired to pose for media
like car magazines. How’s it coming Jasper, I have my next
interview in just a few minutes.”

“I got plenty,” said Jasper, holding the camera up.

“Well, get a few with Mark and send Miss Dutton on her way.”
Victoria turned and left the bedroom to await the next
contestant.

“Mark get in there,” ordered Jasper. “Hold her in your arms. Now
Beth, fall back like you are swooning. Mark, get behind her and
pull her back into you.”

Beth was trembling as she posed with Mark. Each time his strong
hands touched her, she felt an electric shock of lust go through
her body. She leaned back into Mark and he placed one hand on her
thigh and another across her stomach. He leaned down and put his
lips on her neck and Beth couldn’t help moaning.

“Excellent,” said Jasper. “I think we have enough pictures.”

Mark didn’t stop kissing her neck though. He also pulled Beth
back into his crotch and she felt his hard black cock push hard
against her ass cheeks. He finally stopped when Victoria came out
of the next room with the next contestant. “You’ll find the
lingerie in the bathroom. Let Miss Idaho get changed and then you
can go get dressed,” said Victoria to the doe eyed blonde staring
at Beth and Mark.

Beth was reluctant to leave. She wanted to pose with Mark more.
She wished she wasn’t wearing panties and Mark’s pants were
around his ankles. She quickly dressed, replacing the lingerie in
the box. The blonde contestant was waiting for her when she
exited the bathroom. She looked nervous and frightened. “Don’t
worry, you’ll do fine,” Beth said, reassuringly. The girl nodded
and gave her a shy smile.

Mark met her at the door to the hall. His erection was poking out
his pants. He handed her a business card with his name and phone
number. “Give me a call later, if you want to get together,” he
told her. Mark pulled his pants out so that she could look down
them. His cock was swollen and hard and beautiful, but it was
small. No, not that small. It was still bigger then her
boyfriend’s, but it was only around nine inches long. Good if
nothing else was available, but second choice to men like Simon
or Bruce. “Give me a call,” he said again.

Beth winked at him and left the room. He’d had a handful of cards
and she was guessing he was handing them out to all the
contestants. Beth took the elevator to her room. Her mother
wasn’t there when she entered the room.

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

Lester looked down at his cell phone as the elevator slid open.
“Mom just had her ass reamed by Sharpspeare,” read the message.
The dwarf walked out of the elevator. He was on Beth and Marsha’s
floor.

Lester paused to type in, “What’s the daughter doing?”

The answer came back a minute later. “Little slut just stripped.
Now watching porn and masturbating on bed.”

Lester grinned and put his phone away. He’d fucked Ann, the mom,
and now he planned on doing the daughter. Lester was going for
the Dutton triple crown. He knew Beth had already lost her black
virginity, but he still wanted her ever since seeing her at the
pool in her skimpy Hidden Closet bikini. Tonight was his last
night in Atlantic City. He was do back in New York tomorrow to
start filming Rumpled Foreskin, his next movie. He strolled up to
the door and knocked.

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

Beth froze when she heard the knocking on her door. She was
watching a recently released porn titled “Jaime Goes Black” and
featuring an apparently famous porn starlet having sex with a
black man for the first time after a long career only sleeping
with white men and women. It was very good and Beth had found
herself naked and on the bed masturbating as she watched it. She
was close to cumming when the knock sounded. She decided to
ignore it, moving her fingers around her clit faster, wishing she
could get off. The knock came again and again. Whoever it was,
was persistent. The knock came again and finally Beth growling
with frustration climbed off the bed. She turned the TV off and
pulled a robe on, knowing that as soon as she answered the door,
her caller would be gone. The knock came again.

Beth tightened her belt as she approached the door. She stood on
her tiptoes and peered out the peephole. Wouldn’t you know it,
there was nobody out there. She had just turned around when the
knocking came again. Beth looked out the peephole again, but
still didn’t see anyone. Finally, she undid the chain and opened
the door. The black dwarf stood staring at her. “Oh, it’s you,”
she said.

“You recognize me?”

Yes, thought Beth, you’re the little bastard that mom cheated
with. “Yes, from the pool,” she told him.

“Of course,” replied the dwarf. “I’m Lester.”

“Bethany.”

“Pleased Bethany. Is your mom here?”

“No, she’s out at the moment.”

“Mind if I come in a wait for her?” Lester slipped under Beth’s
arm and entered her room.

“Actually, I was kind of busy.”

Lester hopped up and sat on Marsha’s bed. “Anything I can help
you with?” he asked, grinning at her.

“No and I’d appreciate it if you left. I don’t know when mom’s
coming back. She might be on the phone with my dad.” Beth paused
to stare at the dwarf’s expression. She’d mentioned her father to
see if he was aware that her mom was married. He seemed unfazed.

“Hopefully she’s telling him about me,” said Lester, nodding.
“Your mom and I hit it off pretty good. Trust me, but I’m the
last person I’d expect a beautiful woman like your mom, hitting
on and inviting back to her room.”

“Whoa, back up a few steps. You’re saying that my mom came on to
you and invited you back here.”

“Of course,” said Lester. “I’d never make a pass at a woman so
obviously out of my league and I couldn’t turn such a sexy woman
down. I was hoping she was ready for round two.” Lester winked at
Bethany as she stood staring at him in horror, eyes wide and her
mouth hanging open. “I like me that tight white pussy, but then
you already knew that didn’t you? I saw you catch us last night.”

“I…um”

“I know, you were probably shocked, but then if I’m going to be
your new step dad.”

“NO!” Beth screamed, but then forced herself to calm down. “I
think you’re reading too much into the other night. My mom loves
my dad, but he’s been ill and unable to keep her satisfied. I’m
sure you were just a one time thing.”

To Beth’s relief, he didn’t look broken hearted or upset. The
dwarf paused then perked up. “So she just used me for sex, the
little tramp. Well I can live with that.”

Beth sighed with relief. “Good. Then if you don’t mind…” Beth
held her hand out towards the door.

“I ain’t leaving. Hopefully, she wants to use me for some more
sex. My cock’s getting hard just thinking about her.”

Beth glanced at his pants and gulped at the tent in the crotch.
She’d caught a glimpse of his enormous penis the other night and
apparently dwarfism did not apply to his cock. “Well, you can’t.
She’s not going to fuck you if I’m here. Look, I’m almost glad my
mom cheated…um.. finally got laid. Maybe it loosened her up some,
but-”

“Oh I loosened her up alright.”

Beth moved to where Lester was sitting on the bed. “Please
leave.”

“Not until I get me some more white pussy.”

“That’s enough. My mom and dad have been happily married for 25
years. The other night was a one time thing. Now for the last
time, I’m asking you nicely to leave before I call hotel
security.”

“You’re not married, right?”

“Of course not, I just turned eighteen.” Beth stared down at him
as his muscular arms reached out to grab her robe. “What are you
doing?” Beth watched one black hand yank the belt in her robe.
Before she knew it, he’d yanked the robe open exposing her
nakedness to his narrow brown eyes. His strong arms yanked on the
robe, pulling her towards him. “What the fuck?” she asked, as his
lips planted on her right nipple. “Stop tha- OH! Oh my god!”
Three of his fingers had just worked their way into her soaked
pussy. What the hell had just happened? Much to Beth’s
embarrassment, her already horny body was swiftly reacting to
him. Her nipple had hardened in his mouth and her needy pussy was
humping his fingers. Beth moaned as her pleasure grew. His free
hand was pinching her nipple, but then it slid down her side and
across her legs. He fumbled with something and she knew he was
taking his hard cock out.

“I told you I wasn’t leaving until I got some more pussy,” said
Lester, taking his mouth off her nipple. He quit fingering her,
grabbed her hips and guided her onto the bed, to kneel on the
edge, and to slowly lower herself down on his erect cock.

Beth moaned as the knobby cock head worked it’s way deeper in her
pussy. She worked her pussy up and down over the long cock.
Maybe, if she took care of Lester’s needs, it would take his mind
off fucking her mom again? His cock slid deeper until it knocked
against her cervix and then the head forced it’s way into her
womb. If she kept the little man satisfied, maybe her mom
wouldn’t cheat on her father again? Beth grabbed the dwarf’s head
and pulled him into her bosom as she trembled in orgasm. Fuck
mom. This is my cock now. Beth began bouncing in Lester’s lap.

Lester clamped his lips around one of Beth’s puffy nipples and
sucked it into his mouth, flickering his tongue across it. Beth
squealed and he could feel her pussy squeezing his cock like a
vise as she came. His balls grew soaked as her juices flowed down
them.

Beth threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. “You feel so
good,” she told him. She felt his mouth switch to her other
nipple. The dwarf’s strong hands grabbed her ass cheeks and began
guiding her up and down his cock. Beth looked down at him a look
of lust and contentment in her half lidded eyes. He stared back
at her with her nipple still between his teeth. Lester released
her breast and turned his head up at her. Beth looked at the
black face, dark lips surrounded by a goatee. She angled her head
and brought her lips down hard against his. They kissed
passionately, tongues dueling for control until Beth’s third
orgasm gave his tongue the upper hand and it slid into her mouth.

They kissed for nearly fifteen minutes while Lester’s strong
black hands continued lifting her ass cheeks up and down his
shaft. Finally, Lester seemed to grow bored with the slow
fucking. He lifted her up until his cock head parted her pussy
lips and slipped free. “Get on your back,” he growled.

Bethany eagerly laid down on her back and slid higher up on the
bed. Lester rolled onto his knees and climbed between her legs.
He pushed his cock down and both the white teen and black dwarf
watched his dark cock slowly reenter her pussy. When it was all
the way in, Lester pushed her legs open and began fucking her as
hard as he could.

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

Marsha was still a little dazed from her morning with Reverend
Sharpspeare as she stepped out of the elevator. A contented smile
split her face. Her hair was still damp from the shower she’d
taken in Sharpspeare’s penthouse after their marathon fuck
session. She slowly walked down the hall to her room and took out
her key card.

She slipped the card in and out of the lock and turned the knob
as the light went green. The smell of sex was like a physical
slap in the face as she opened the door. Marsha stood staring in
horror at the scene before her. Bethany, her innocent young
daughter was laying on her back getting fucked by Lester on the
same bed he had fucked her on the day before. Worse, Beth was
acting like a complete slut, fucking him back, raising her hips
into every thrust of his cock. She was even squeezing her large
breasts together and pinching her own nipples!

Marsha sighed and her look of horror slowly turned into a smile.
She of all people knew what pleasure her daughter was getting
from that foot long black cock of Lester’s. She knew how hard it
was to resist a big cock like Lester’s. She knew how the raw
power of these amazing black cocks had her behaving like a
complete slut. It was no wonder, Bethany and before her Ann, had
behaved the same way their own mother had when they encountered
these incredible men.

Marsha walked over to the bed and sat down beside the oblivious
couple. Lester noticed her first. He just winked. “Bethany, we
have an audience,” he grunted.

A really big orgasm was growing in Beth’s womb and she was
sweating from it’s intensity. She opened her eyes and saw her mom
staring down at her. Her eyes opened wider in surprise and fear,
but her mom’s expressions was peaceful, understanding, loving
even. “Mom! I’m sorr-”

“I understand honey.” Marsha reached over and caressed the side
of her daughter’s face. “I love you.” Marsha felt her daughters
head shaking under her palm. Beth’s eyes rolled up, her mouth
fell open as a scream of pure pleasure erupted from it. Marsha’s
eyes swept down over her daughter’s nude, sexually aroused body
in the throws of a massive orgasm and she thought she had never
seen anything so beautiful.

“Here it cums, slut,” shouted Lester.

Marsha looked down as the dwarf slammed his cock forwards and
held it buried. She knew from experience the power of that first
jet of seed striking a woman’s womb. She hoped Beth was on birth
control as she watched her daughter writhing in ecstasy as the
spurting cock extended her orgasm. Lester suddenly yanked his
hips back, his ejaculating cock springing free of her daughter’s
vagina. A strand of semen stretched from Beth’s clitoris to
Lester’s cock head, breaking as Lester’s rampant, glistening cock
stuck out and sent a stream of sperm across Beth’s belly and
breasts. Several more globs of semen struck Beth’s nude body
before the dwarf suddenly  angled it towards Marsha and shot
several more wads of seed at her. His sperm struck her clothes,
staining them.

Lester slipped backward off the bed, his hard cock bobbing before
him. He quickly took Marsha’s hands and pulled her off the bed.
His strong arms pulled her down and she fell to her knees. “Clean
if off,” he ordered.

Marsha leaned forward then onto all fours, staring greedily down
at the wet cock. A copious white drop of sperm as big as one of
her husband’s entire orgasms was leaking from the large urethra.
Marsha’s tongue flickered out and licked it off. Then her tongue
swirled around the big cock head. Then his cock was in her mouth,
down her throat, and she was sucking him as hard a she could. It
never softened in her mouth and he grabbed the sides of her head
as he began fucking her face.

“That’s it, suck that black cock,” groaned Lester. “You’re
turnin’ into a pro after only a few days. You Duttons are natural
born cocksuckers.”

A few days ago that statement would have offended the hell out of
her. Now, Marsha took some pride in being called a natural
cocksucker. She felt a strange zealous fervor to do her best
servicing these amazing black cocks. Marsha knew this went
against her personality. She was normally a overbearing, bossy
woman and she was proud of it. She dominated those around her
from her husband and daughters to her friends. They were eager to
please her. Now she found herself eager to please any black man
with a big cock and it felt completely natural for her to submit
both her mind and body to giving them pleasure.

“Here it cums,” said Lester.

Marsha’s lips were repeatedly burying into Lester’s pubic hair as
she deep throated him while he fucked her face. She cold feel his
cock swelling. He was too deep and she’d been deep throating him
for too long. Marsha opened her eyes and pulled back. Lester
relented and quit pulling her head down on his cock. Marsha took
over sucking him off, bobbing her head over half his cock. She
could see Bethany sitting up on the bed, liquefied sperm dripping
down her bosom. Beth was watching her closely. The mother and
daughter stared at each other as Lester’s cock jerked. Marsha
felt her cheeks bulge out, sperm pouring down her chin just
before she gulped. Beth continued staring while Marsha swallowed
another load just as Lester pulled back. Then Marsha had to shut
her eyes as a large strand of semen splattered on her forehead,
reaching down to her chin. She sensed Beth continuing to stare at
her as more globs of seed struck her face.

Marsha remained kneeling on the floor. She could hear Lester
dressing and the sounds of him kissing her daughter. She scooped
sperm off her face, but it still covered her eyes by the time,
Lester was opening the room’s door. “It was nice meeting you
both. I need to get back to New York today, but maybe I’ll see
you around.”

Marsha heard the door slam, just as she wiped enough sperm off
her eyes to open them. She slowly stood off the floor just as
Bethany climbed off the bed. Beth reached over and wiped her
finger along Marsha’s cheek. “Missed a spot,” said Beth, scooping
up a wad of sperm and sticking the finger in her mouth. What a
slutty thing to do, thought her mom. “I can’t go back to white
boys after this,” said Beth.

“I don’t want you to,” said Marsha, opening her arms. Beth flew
into them and she embraced her daughter not even caring that the
sperm on Beth‘s nude body was now staining her clothes.. “I love
you so much, Bethany.”

“I love you to, mom.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I want you to be happy to, mom.”

“Lets not tell your father.”

Beth shook her head in horror. “Oh no! His health couldn’t handle
it.”

“That’s right. I still love your dad, but he hasn’t been able to
satisfy me since his stroke and truthfully, after what I learned
this past week, he was never able to satisfy me.” Marsha pulled
her daughter down so that they could sit on the bed. Beth kept
her head buried in her mother’s bosom while Marsha slowly stroked
her long brown hair. “What happened? Lester didn’t force himself
on you did he?”

Beth chuckled. “No mom.”

And Beth began telling her mother about Bruce and Simon and
Marsha finally looked shocked when Beth told her that she had
done both black men at the same time. The Beth told her how
Lester had come looking for Marsha. She didn’t mention Ann, nor
did Marsha mention the white men she’d tried to sleep with nor
the one she’d fucked in the alley. Marsha told her about meeting
Lester and then the Reverend Sharpspeare’s special counseling. “I
guess we’ve both done things we’re ashamed of,” said Marsha.

“No mom, I haven’t done anything I’m ashamed of.”

Marsha paused in thought. “No, I guess not.”

Beth pulled away from her mom. “I think I should get cleaned up.”

Marsha nodded and followed her daughter into the bathroom. Beth
leaned over the shower and started the water while Marsha went to
the sink and turned the water on. She watched Beth step into the
shower through the mirror’s reflection while she washed the sperm
off her face with a washcloth. She’d showered at Sharpspeare’s,
but his semen was still leaking from her pussy and ass, leaving a
gooey mess in her panties. “Leave the shower on and I’ll jump in
after you,” she yelled at Beth.

“Ok.”

Marsha began taking her clothes off, setting them on the back of
the toilet. She was naked by the time Beth opened the shower
curtains and stepped out. The two nude women stood facing each
other, breasts just inches apart. Marsha couldn’t get over how
much Beth looked like she had when she was her age, nearly the
spitting image. They had the same hair and the same height.
Marsha kept her figure trim and was still close to her daughter’s
weight. Her ass was plumper and her breasts were a full cup size
larger thanks to two pregnancies. Beth’s breasts were still proud
and firm despite their large size and her nipples thrust out
several inches above Marsha’s slightly saggy heavier bosom. They
moved past each other and Marsha stepped into the still running
shower.

Marsha stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She
wrapped the towel around her body and walked out to her bed. She
peeked past the partition at Beth’s bed. Her daughter had dressed
and was brushing her hair. Marsha went back to her suitcase and
began dressing herself. “Lets go out to dinner,” she yelled to
her daughter. “Just the two of us. We’ll talk some more.”

“Sounds good,” yelled Beth back, “But I have a surprise for you.”

“What’s that dear?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Marsha chuckled and finished dressing. She returned to the
restroom to use the room’s hair dryer. Standing nude, facing her
daughter had made her feel old. Yeah, she looked great for her
age, better then most women her age, but she was still old. How
many black men would choose to fuck her over a young woman like
her daughter? How many more years would she still look good
enough to fuck? She brushed out the grey streaks in her hair
wondering it maybe she should dye her hair. She’d fought the
notion before, vowing to grow old gracefully, but now she had to
wonder.

The doorbell rang.

“Your surprise is here,” yelled Beth. “Why don’t you answer it?”

Marsha put down the dryer. Curious, she stepped out of the
restroom. Beth was standing at the door between their beds,
staring at the door, smiling. Marsha stepped toward the door. She
felt her nipples go hard again as she wondered if Beth had called
Bruce or Simon up to the room to fuck her. If Beth hadn’t been
exaggerating they both had bigger cocks then Lester or
Sharpspeare and Beth had taken them both at once. That was
something Marsha had yet to experience. Maybe Beth was going to
leave her alone with the two black men? Marsha stood on tiptoes
to peek through the peephole.

“No, don’t look,” interjected Beth before, Marsha had placed her
eye on the peephole.

Marsha came back down on her heels and reached out to open the
door. Two naked black men waiting on the other side would have
been less of a surprise to Marsha. She stood staring in shock at
the sight before her.

“Hello mother,” said Ann.

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

Beth held her breath waiting to see what would happen. After
nearly a minute watching her mom stand frozen in her spot, her
mom suddenly threw herself upon her wayward daughter and they
embraced. “I’m so sorry, Ann.” Marsha broke down and started
crying.
“I should never have disowned you. My daughter.” Marsha choked
up. “I’m so sorry, so judgmental.”

“It’s ok mom, I forgive you,” replied Ann, hugging her mom
tightly.

Beth found herself crying along with them as her mom and sister
reconciled. She could hear her mom sobbing and she could see
tears rolling down Ann’s cheeks. Finally, Beth couldn’t stand it
anymore. She raced over to her mother and sister and they opened
their arms so that Beth could join in the embrace.

“What are you doing here?” asked Marsha of Ann.

“I came to see Bethany compete.”

The embrace lasted nearly fifteen minutes and it took another
hour for the Dutton women to compose themselves and freshen up
their make-up. Later, the three Dutton women found themselves in
the Kalahari Buffet having dinner together for the first time in
five years.

Beth didn’t say much. She preferred watching Ann and her mom
talk. Her mom never broached the subject of Ann’s career choice.
Ann was mostly interested in how her father was and what her old
friends back home in Idaho were up to.

Beth looked up as a tall shadowy figure approached their table.
She recognized Solomon King immediately. His wife, the statuesque
former model, Ivara Trump-King was on his arm. Two weeks ago the
sight of a beautiful blonde on the arm of a black man would have
made Beth uneasy. Now, she looked upon Ivara with envy. King had
the air of a superior black male and no doubt his wife was
getting her fill pf his big black cock every night.

“Hello Mrs. Dutton, Miss Idaho, Ann,” said King acknowledging the
Dutton women.
They greeted him back. “Looking forward to the pageant, Idaho?”

“Yes sir,” replied Bethany, gulping as she stared at the handsome
black man. He looked younger then her mom, but his air was that
of an older mature man.

“Her name is Bethany,” whispered Ivara in King’s ear, loud enough
for all to hear.

“Well good luck to you, Bethany,” said Solomon, winking at her.
“I say, Ann, your last name is Dutton, are you three related?”

“Yes, Mr. King. Beth is my younger sister and this is my mom,
Marsha.”

“I would have thought she was another sister.”

Beth laughed along with everyone else. Though it was one of the
oldest lines in the world. Solomon had a way of making it sound
fresh and charming. Her mom was even blushing.
“So charming Mr. King,” said Marsha, staring at him with a glint
in her eye. “You’re a lucky woman, Mrs. King.”

“Thank you,” replied Ivara. “I’m well aware of it. Solomon and I
just got back from or honeymoon last month. It was an amazing
three weeks on Trinibogo. I hear you’re taking a trip there soon,
Ann.”

“Yes and I’m looking forward to it,” said Ann.

“Well enjoy your evening ladies. I’d like to buy your dinner.
Just tell your waitress that I said to comp it.” King winked at
Marsha.

“Thanks Mr. King,” said Marsha. Ann and Beth nodded in agreement.

“My pleasure buying the three lovely Dutton sisters dinner.”

The three Dutton’s watched Solomon lead his wife over to a table.
“You know Mr. King?” asked Marsha.

“I work for him, mom,” answered Ann.

Marsha stared at her daughter in surprise, then a smile crept
across her face. “You mean you don’t do porn- ah, make movies any
more?”

“Sorry mother, but I still make movies. I‘m very good at it and I
enjoy my work immensely.”

Beth held her breath hoping her mom and sister weren’t going to
start fighting again.  Ann was watching her mother, baiting her.
Marsha just smiled and nodded. “What do you do for Mr. King?”

“I recruit talent for his organization.”

“Well I hope he doesn’t find out about your other job. Famous men
like Mr. King don’t like to be embarrassed publicly.”

“I’m not too worried,” said Ann, smiling.

Bethany sat watching the exchange. “You know, I think Mrs. Trump
had some work done. She looks different from the packet cover for
the pageant I got five months ago.”

“I noticed that too,” said Marsha. “Her face looks younger and
unless she stuffs her bra, I’d say her boobs look a lot bigger.
What do you think Ann?”

Ann just smiled and shrugged.

“They’re as big as mine,” said Marsha. “She had nice full breasts
to begin with. I wonder why she got a boob job.”

“Maybe her husband likes big breasts, mom,” said Ann. “In fact,
I’m certain her does. I noticed him looking at your cleavage.”

“Ann! Stop,” said Marsha, blushing again.

“I’m serious,” said Ann, grinning at her mom’s discomfort. “And
what’s up with you telling Mrs. King that she’s a lucky woman?
Interracial couples used to put you in a tizzy or are you just
buttering up the pageant head?”

Marsha continued blushing. “Mr. King is charming, good looking,
and built. Not to mention filthy rich, not that Ivara Trump
needed any money. Their marriage might be more of a merger.
Anyway, she is a lucky woman.”

“So interracial couples no longer bother you?”

“No, they don’t,” answered Marsha, glancing over at Bethany
before looking back at Ann. “Lets just say that recently I’ve
become more open minded.”

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

Day Eight

It was starting to get down to the wire and Bethany still had
three more interviews to give with the judges. One today and two
tomorrow. Today’s interview included a photo shoot and Marsha was
coming along to watch the shoot though the interview itself was
private.

Marsha and Bethany headed downstairs and through the casino to
the Black’s gym in the building. Bethany’s interview was with the
owner Marcus Black. The photo shoot was to be similar to the
Hidden Closet shoot only Bethany was to be filmed working out in
the gym as publicity for this up and coming chain of fitness
centers. The interview was to be conducted in the gym manager’s
office.

Marsha had never seen Marcus Black before, but when she did, she
swore her pussy contracted and gave a little squirt that wetted
her panties. He was very handsome, very very big, and very very
very black. In fact, he was the blackest man she’d ever seen. His
muscles rippled and bulged on his arms. He wore a skin tight tee
shirt that hugged every ridge and muscle on his massive wall of a
chest. Marsha wanted to run her hands across that muscular chest
and let them slip down into the tight gym shorts he was wearing
to feel his giant black…”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Dutton, but the interviews are private.”

Marsha shook her head to snap it out of her fantasy. “Yes, I’m
aware of that Mr. Black, though I don’t agree that judges and
contestants should be alone together at any time.”

Black looked at her and Marsha felt her nipples start to push out
her bra. She watched his eyes flicker over to Beth, focusing in
on her breasts which didn‘t bother Marsha as by this time in her
life she realized men just couldn‘t help staring at women with
large breasts. Then his eyes moved back to her and down to her
breasts. Marsha felt her nipples straining to grow even larger
under his gaze. The side of his mouth curled up in a wry grin and
his eyes moved up to stare into hers. “I agree, we don’t want
anyone accused of impropriety do we? I see no harm in you sitting
in with the interview. It’ll only take a few minutes. I have ten
more interviews today.”

“Oh! Thank you Mr. Black.” Marsha followed Black and Beth into
the office he was using for the interviews.

Black sat down behind the desk. “Alright Miss Teen Idaho, Bethany
Dutton, the United States has an obesity problem, what would you
propose to get the nation back in shape?”

Bethany was sitting up straight, the Idaho sash draped across her
shoulder, both feet flat on the floor as she paused for a moment.
“I believe that citizens of the United States need to eat better
and exercise more. The government could help by increasing taxes
on fast food and junk food as well as providing tax breaks for
healthy physical activities such as purchasing a bicycle and
memberships to places such as Black’s gym. A universal ad
campaign promoting healthy eating and activities would also be
useful, targeting the young to start by running commercials on
cartoon and teen channels.”

“Very good, Miss Dutton,” said Marcus, making some notations in a
notebook. “Black’s Gym is already planning a campaign based on
ideas you mentioned by partnering with the Miss Universe
organization to attract new customers to Black’s Gym. Go on out
into the gym and find the photographer. He’ll give you a workout
outfit and set up your shoot.”

“Go on out Bethany,” said Marsha, staring at Mr. Black. “I’ll
catch up.” Marsha noticed her daughter look between her mom and
the black man then back at her mom. Her eyes narrowed in
confusion, but she got up and left the room.

Marcus stood up and walked over to where Marsha was seated. “Is
there something I can do for you, Mrs. Dutton?”

Marsha felt sweat break out on her forehead. His crotch was right
in front of her face and judging by the swell, it was a monster.
“Y-yes, Mr. Black and call me Marsha.”

“Marcus, Marsha.”

“Alright Marsha, I mean Marcus,” she replied. My god, I’m as
nervous as a school girl. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m
acting like a bitch in heat. If anything this man has an even
more powerful sexy aura then Sharpspeare or King. “I try to keep
fit, Marcus.”

“I can see that Marsha. You have an amazing figure.”

Marsha felt her cheeks grow crimson and her pussy squirted again.
There was no way to describe how happy it made her feel to find
out that these black men found her attractive and hopefully
wanted her. She hadn’t even thought to check his hand. Her eyes
flickered from his crotch to his hand and back. No ring. Good.
“Anyway, I could really use a good workout. I was hoping you
might help with the workout.”

“In what way, Marsha?”

“I’m sure a man of your talents, knows many ways to give a
willing woman the long hard workout she needs.” There it is, his
cock just shifted under his shorts. Damn! That thing looks big.
It just extended another three inches. Another inch and it’s
going to pop out of the leg of his shorts. Marsha unconsciously
licked her lips. The big black cock was starting to strain
against the cloth of his shorts.

“I know lots of ways to give women workouts.”

“I was thinking some stretching exercises would help me out.”

Marcus suddenly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and yanked
them down. His cock sprang free and he sighed in relief. “Would
this help stretch you out, Marsha?”

“Jesus!” she hissed under her breath. Marsha wanted that cock
more then anything in the world, but it was so big she began to
have second thoughts. The coal black monster was the biggest,
thickest cock she’d seen yet. It was probably fifteen inches
long, she assumed. There was absolutely no way a cock could get
any bigger then this. The owner wouldn’t be able to mate and pass
on his genes. “Yes, that will stretch me out nicely.”
Marsha continued to stare at the mammoth black cock as if
completely memorized by it.

“Well?” asked Marcus, impatiently.

“Sorry,” said Marsha giggling. “I was just admiring your cock.
It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m sure you’re very impressed, but it’s not going to suck
itself. By the way, this isn‘t going to affect my choice of
pageant winner in any way.”

Marsha leaned forward and kissed the head right on the pee slit.
As she did, the big cock gave a little jerk and squirted precum
between her lips. Marcus’ precum alone rivaled one of her
husband’s orgasms, but then a cock that big needed plenty of
lubrication. Marsha let her tongue run around the head before
flickering it over the pee slit. Several more squirts of fluid
shot out on her tongue. It wasn’t as rich tasting as semen, but
she still liked it.

“I wouldn’t expect it too, Mr. Black,“ said Marsha before parting
her lips and gagging as the head entered her mouth. She relaxed
and concentrated on the task at hand trying her best to suck him
off. Unfortunately, his cock was too big and giving him a great
blow job was a daunting task. As she grew used to his size, she
was able to suck a little more then the head down her throat.
Marsha wanted to please him and to do so, she decided to attack
his cock with gusto. She started bobbing her head as fast as she
could over the tip while jerking the long shaft with both her
hands. From time to time, she’d let her mouth hold his cock while
her hands squeezed and massaged his coconut sized ball. Marcus
seemed to appreciate the effort and after a good fifteen minutes
or so, his thick black cock began to swell even thicker.

Marsha guessed correctly that his big balls must produce massive
volumes of sperm. She quickly started unbuttoning her blouse
while Marcus put his hand on her head and took over fucking her
mouth with less then half his cock. He blew his load just as she
let her blouse slide off her arms. His load quickly outpaced her
ability to swallow. Marcus’ cock slipped out of her mouth as she
choked on his cum. A blast of sperm coated her face and then she
felt wads and splatters of semen striking her chest and large
breasts, staining and soaking her bra. Thankfully, she’d gotten
the blouse off just in time. Marsha quickly grabbed the cock and
pulled the head back into her mouth. She wanted to capture every
remaining drop of sperm Marcus’ black balls had to offer her. His
semen was the best she’d ever tasted.

“You’d learn to take it all with more practice,” he grunted, “But
overall not bad.”

“Thanks,” she replied, running her tongue around her lips and
chin to taste every drop of his seed within it’s reach.

“Get them slacks off and we’ll begin your workout.”

Marsha stood and unbuttoned her slacks, pushing them down her
legs. She ogled Marcus’ cock while she stripped. When she’d first
seen it erect, it had proudly stood up, but after cumming it’s
drooped until it stuck straight out from his crotch. Now as she
revealed her body to him, it slowly began to rise again. As her
big boobs sprang free of her bra, it was standing tall again.
Even when her husband was young and healthy he didn’t have a
recovery rate to match these black men.

As soon as she slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped
out of them, Marcus said, “Hop up here. The desk is a good height
for fucking.” His strong arms grabbed her hips and effortlessly
lifted her up on the desk. She automatically opened her legs for
him as he stepped between them.

“Go slow,” she begged watching him line the coal black monster up
with her white pussy.
Marcus just chuckled in response. She watched the huge cock head
as it pushed against her pussy lips. Her labia tried to resist,
but they gave way under his constant pressure. They both moaned
as the fat cock head slipped inside her. “So big,” she moaned.

“This is one tight white pussy,” said Marcus, grunting as he
worked his cock around. He pushed harder and a little more slid
in deeper.

“Oh god, that’s a big cock,” cried Marsha. It was unreal watching
inch after inch of the long thick monster disappearing inside
her. She felt like she was losing her black virginity all over
again. There was little pleasure at this point, but both her
pussy and his cock seemed to be doing their best to get him
deeper inside her. Her vaginal muscles were gripping his shaft
tightly spasming inwards trying to pull it deeper. Her fluids
were flowing so rapidly, she felt wetness dripping down her ass
and his cock continued spraying little jets of precum as it
plowed it’s way deeper. It was stretching her pussy wider then
any of the previous black men had and soon it was as deep as
Sharpspeare or Lester had been. There was some pain when the head
beat against her cervix, but his precum loosened it and the head
forced it’s way into her womb. Finally, it stopped moving deeper.
Marcus groaned and worked it around some more, but her pussy
wouldn’t budge.

Marsha sat there stunned using breathing techniques she hadn’t
used since giving birth to Bethany. She stared down at her
crotch, noticing he still had a little more then an inch of shaft
sticking out and swearing she saw a cock-headed shaped bulge just
under her belly button.

Marcus made his cock jerk.

Marsha jumped like she did when she caught herself falling asleep
for a second and waking up with a surprised lurch.

Marcus jerked his cock again.

Marsha moaned and opened her legs wider, still breathing like a
woman giving birth, but she wasn’t trying to force anything out
this time.

Marcus jerked his cock repeatedly like it was doing pushups and
for the first time waves of pleasure started shooting outwards
from his cock. Her whole pussy undulated up and down his shaft
and a sudden unexpected orgasm burst from her womb. The trickle
of fluid running down her ass turned into a stream as she came.

“This one hot pussy,” stated Marcus. “It really seems to love my
cock.”

“It does love your cock,” she gasped. “I love your cock. Start
fucking me with it and hold nothing back.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about, slut.” Marcus hooked his
elbows under her knees, spread her legs as wide as they could go
and he began to buck his hips. “Watch what you wish for.”

Marsha was stunned as the big salami started fucking her. She
stared amazed as Marcus picked up speed and inch after inch of
his shaft slid out of her pussy, shining in the light with their
juices. He fucked her rapidly and hard like he was eager to get
himself off. Marsha gripped the edge of the desk to hold herself
in place as his relentless pounding was pushing her back to slide
across the desk. The orgasms started coming quickly and she cried
out telling him how much she loved it, but all that came out of
her mouth was gibberish.

Something clicked inside her and her entire body felt flooded by
conflicting emotions. She’d never felt such feelings before.
Marcus’s cock brought forth bigger orgasms then Sharpspeare’s had
or Lester’s. She’d had the biggest orgasm of her life three times
already and soon a fourth burst from her making her squeal in
delight. She didn’t believe her orgasms could get any bigger, but
a fifth proved her wrong. Marsha began crying from the feelings
he was giving her. “I love you,” she whispered, but Marcus was
grunting so loudly he couldn’t hear her. And she did love him,
more then she loved her husband. She wanted this fucking to last
forever. Never had she felt so much affection for anything even
her children. “I love you,” she cried louder this time and she
thought of the fantastic fucking Lester had given her and the day
she spent fucking Sharpspeare. She loved them to, Lester and the
Reverend. She loved all three black men. She loved fucking black
men. “I love black cock,” she screamed as Marcus slammed his cock
into her.

“Fuck!” he growled. “Here it cums.”

Marsha looked down at their crotches and screamed as she saw
their crotches were now conjoined. Every inch of that fifteen
inch black salami was inside her. Cum was spraying the back of
her womb, flowing around and filling it. Her resulting orgasm set
another record as she bucked her hips into his spurting cock. Cum
forced it’s was through her cervix, flowing around the mighty
shaft still buried in her. The stream of fluid leaking down her
ass turned into a river. as his sperm poured from her pussy.
Marcus yanked his cock back until it sprang free and the river
turned into a torrent as sperm flowed freely from her pussy. His
cock was still shooting as it sprang free. Multiple jets of his
hot seed shot from the tip, falling in her mouth, coating her
chin, flooding her chest, deluging her breasts and nipples,
slowly working their way down her body as his ejaculate became
less powerful. The final wads splattered on her belly like rain
running down her taut stomach to pool in her navel.

Both the black man and white woman stood frozen, panting for many
minutes as they recovered. “That was incredible,” said Marsha,
staring up at Marcus in awe.

“Yeah, it was.” Marcus stared back at her with respect. Finally,
he stepped back and pulled his pants up. “There’s some towels
over there,” he told her.

Marsha nodded. Sperm covered and nude, she walked over to the
towels and used three getting all the sperm off her and trying to
plug the flow leaking from her legs. It took awhile, but she
finally felt clean and dressed herself.

“Your daughter should be about done and I have another interview
in a few minutes,” he told her dismissively.

Marsha nodded and headed to the door. He may have been acting
coldly towards her, but she felt his eyes on her every step of
the way. She had impressed him.

Marsha left the office and walked into the gym. She gasped at the
image that presented itself to her. A muscular black trainer with
a military flat top was standing behind Bethany like he was
fucking her doggy style. Another black man was taking their
picture. She was on all fours gripping a bar on a workout
machine.

“That’s about it,” said the photographer. “Now go stand under the
logo for one last shot and we’re done for the day.

Bethany climbed off the machine. She was wearing the sexiest
workout outfit Marsha had ever seen. Tight spandex shorts hugged
her ass and gripped her crotch so tightly Marsha could make out
the mound of her daughter’s pubic hair. The top was worse. It was
a tight sports bra but it barely covered her daughter’s big
nearly D-cup bosom. It hugged her breasts every bit as much as
the shorts hugged her crotch. Beth’s entire nipple was visible
and worse, her nipples made little tents in the material as they
were hard as rocks.

Marsha watched Beth walk over next to a large “Black’s Gym” logo
painted in black on the white wall. Beth was given a bottle of
Aqua Naïve Blanc to drink. She threw her head back and gulped the
water down as the photographer snapped pictures of the young
woman sweaty from her workout.

“All done,” said the photographer.

The handsome trainer walked over to Beth. “Give me a call,” he
said, handing her a business card.

“I will,” said Beth. She winked at him and looked over at her
mom. Beth’s eyes narrowed at her mom and Marsha knew that her
daughter suspected what she had just done with Marcus in the
office. There was no hiding her “well fucked” look.

“Ready? We are having dinner with Ann again,” said Marsha.

Two hours later, the three Dutton women had a very enjoyable meal
at an Italian restaurant on the boardwalk. Ann asked to spend
some time with her sister after dinner and Marsha gave her
consent provided they were not out too late. Marsha and Bethany
returned to their room and Beth took a quick shower. Beth was
still getting ready when there was a knocking on the door. Marsha
opened it and stared in shock at the three people at her door.
Ann stood there smiling with two black men on her arms. “Hi Mom,
Is Beth ready?” she asked.

“Right here,” said Beth coming out of the bathroom and brushing
past her mom.

Marsha looked at the two blacks. They seemed typical of the men
in the hotel, over muscled with arrogant smirks on their faces.
Ann relinquished one’s arm and Beth took it. He looked familiar
and Marsha realized it was the trainer she’d seen Beth working
with at the gym. The one with Ann she didn’t recognize and other
then having a great physique, he was quite ugly. Not someone
she’d expect to see her beautiful daughter going out with, but
Ann didn’t seem concerned with his looks. Beth was wearing a
shirt skirt and a tank top that hugged her bosom and showed off
her navel. She was also wearing more makeup than usual. “Beth,
where did you get that outfit?”

“Ann, loaned it to me. See you later, mom.”

“Goodnight mom,” added Ann.

The black men nodded at her and the foursome turned and began
walking away. “Not too late Bethany,” she called after them. “Big
day tomorrow.” But they didn’t acknowledge her. This is bad,
thought Marsha as she shut the door. She couldn’t say anything
for fear that Beth would tattle about her committing adultery
with a black man to Ann.

Marsha felt dirty, especially down there as she was still leaking
Marcus Black’s cum even hours after fucking him. Plus, after
seeing her daughter’s dates, her pussy had started juicing up and
wetting her panties even more then they normally were since
arriving in Atlantic City. She decided to take a shower.

Marsha stripped and climbed under the hot stream of water in the
hotel’s shower. She was worried about Beth and couldn’t stop
thinking about it. Marsha now understood what a fulfilling
experience sex with a black man could give a woman and couldn’t
blame Beth for going out with another black man tonight. Hell,
she was even a little jealous. The trainer was a good looking man
and no doubt hung like a horse and skilled in his cock’s use too.
Her problem was that Beth was sleeping with different black men.
If she wasn’t careful, Beth would end up with a reputation as a
slut. If she wasn’t really careful, Beth might end up an actual
slut like her sister, having sex with black man after black man
on film for money. Marsha shivered at the thought.

Marsha stepped out of the shower, dried herself off, and wrapped
the towel around her body before brushing her teeth. Afterwards,
she stepped out of the bathroom and looked over at her bed. The
bag with the black dildo sat nearby. It was wonderful, but no
substitute for the real thing. Again she felt a little jealous of
Beth’s date, the handsome black man. Then she felt a little
jealous of Ann’s date, the ugly black man. He might be ugly and
at least he wasn’t a cold piece of plastic like her dildo, but a
hot black cock throbbing with life and vitality with huge cum
filled balls. She completely understood why Ann hadn’t cared
about her date’s looks.

Marsha was about to climb on the bed and take out the dildo when
there was a knock on her door. She absentmindedly opened it
without looking through the peephole. A Handsome black man of
about eighteen stood looking at her. “Yes?” she asked.

“Hi, is Beth here?”

“No, Bethany has gone out for the evening.”

The black man’s smile drooped. “Oh, I see. We were supposed to go
out this evening.”

“I’m sorry, it must have slipped her mind.” Marsha eyed the black
youth up and down. He had a good sized bulge in his pants. He was
leaner then most black men she’d met. He appeared all muscle, but
not bulky. “I’ll let her know you stopped by.” Marsha began to
close the door, when the black teen grabbed it. “Yes?”

“You know,” he said, looking her up and down. “This evening
doesn’t have to be a total waste.” He stepped up to her and
reached out for the towel around her body, pulling it off and
letting it fall to her feet. “Actually,” he added, reaching out
to heft Marsha’s enormous breasts, “I’d say the evening’s looking
up.”

Marsha trembled as she pulled him into the room and slammed the
door shut with her foot. She melted into his arms.

Later, she was a little disappointed in his size. She never
learned his name, but he was only around nine inches long. Better
then the dildo and better then any white man she’d slept with,
but a bit of a let down after taking Marcus earlier that day.

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

Day Nine

Beth looked horrible. She was tired. There were bags under her
eyes. Her makeup was smeared. Worse, she was walking through the
casino racing to her room with dried sperm in her hair and flakes
of cum on her chin. Not to mention the gooey mess soaking her
panties.

She entered the elevator and hit the button for her floor. Her
date lived in a dorm style apartment building several blocks from
the boardwalk. The two black men hadn’t even taken her and Ann
out. They’d taken the Dutton sisters straight to their apartment
and all four were stripping within seconds of the apartment’s
door closing. They’d fucked their dates and after that their
dates swapped and after that Beth found herself sucking Ann’s
date while her date fucked her from behind and after that Beth
woke up to find herself alone with sounds of intense fucking
coming from Ann’s date’s room. She woke again around dawn and
found Ann’s date pulling her ass up off the bed and soon his
eleven inch cock was pushing past her anus. Sperm was still
leaking out of her ass as she pushed her key card into the door
of her room.

Beth opened the door and paused in surprise. Her mom was lying
nude on the bed in the arms of a handsome black man. Oops, she
thought. I forgot I made a date with Mark last night. No regrets,
she thought looking at his smaller black cock being cupped in one
of her mom’s hands. I certainly had a better time double dating
with Ann last night and it looks like the night turned out pretty
good for mom too.

Beth snuck into the shower, turned the water on and quickly
washed herself. She had her final two interviews that day and the
pageant itself was right around the corner. When she left the
restroom, her mom was under the covers and alone as if she was
hoping her daughter hadn’t noticed anything. “Good morning
Bethany,” said her mom, looking sheepish.

“Morning.”

“What time did you get home?”

“Just now, Ann and I tagged teamed a couple of black guys so we
spent the night fucking and sucking black cock.”

“Beth!” Marsha looked aghast.

“Don’t “Beth” me mother. You had your fun too and at least I’m
not married. What was he your third black guy, fourth? You‘re as
addicted as I am.”

“Don’t judge, lest ye be judged,” said Marsha softly and mostly
to herself. “You’re right honey, I can’t help myself.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I shouldn’t have snapped.” Beth felt a little
sorry for her mom. She was married after all and happily except
that  her dad couldn’t perform in the bedroom. The guilt must be
killing her.

“Where are you off to?”

“I have an interview with Lacy Lovelorn and then an interview
with Reverend Sharpspeare.” Beth grinned wryly at the expression
on her mom’s face when she mentioned Sharpspeare. “What about
you?”

“I think I’ll do some last minute shopping,” replied Marsha.

“Have fun,” said Beth, before grabbing her things and running off
to her interview. Her first was with Tracy Hardcastle who wrote
romance novels under the penname Lacy Lovelorn. Beth had never
heard of her or read anything by her. She was impressed by the
woman’s beauty. She was a strawberry blonde with large full
breasts and could easily have posed as a heroine on her book
covers. The interview was in her suite in the top levels of the
giant black tower.

“Nice to meet you Miss Dutton,” said Tracy.

“And you Mrs. Hardcastle.”

Are you ready for your question?” asked Tracy continuing when
Beth nodded. “25% of African Americans are functionally
illiterate. What would you do to improve the literacy rate among
blacks in this country?”

Wow, thought Bethany, this pageant sure took on a lot of black
themes and issues since Mr. King took it over. She smiled at the
romance writer while pondering her answer. Finally, Beth spoke,
“Literacy is important for everyone, but to help African
Americans in particular I would start a pro-reading campaign
using famous African American sports figures and entertainers
targeting black youths as early as possible. I would also make
sure that many of the books they start reading as young people
target their interests.”

“Such as?”

“Such as sports and music such as hip hop or rap. Perhaps
biographies of famous African Americans could help get young
people started reading. Yes, sports biographies would be popular,
but the odds of your average black male teenager becoming a
professional sports player are slim to none. They would be better
off reading about a rich and famous black businessman such as…
well, such as Solomon King. Mr. King would be a great role model
for black youths. Someone should write a children’s biography
about him.”

“Not a bad idea, Miss Dutton. I’m impressed and I may pass that
idea on to my publisher. Thank you. Please go on into the next
room and try on the outfit. We‘re doing promo covers for my next
novel to be posted on my website.”

“Thank you,” replied Bethany. She believed she was doing pretty
good at these interview questions. These were pretty tough
preliminary questions.  There would be more questions during the
actual pageant, but only if she made the top fifteen.

Beth was somewhat surprised when she saw the photographer. He was
white. She was half expecting another muscular black man and she
was almost getting used to seeing muscular black men working
every job around here. The photographer was a man in his thirties
named Jack. “Go ahead and try that on,” he told her, pointing to
a frilly hooped dress. “You can change in there.”

Beth took the large dress. It was white with blue lace edges. A
period dress, antebellum South she assumed. She removed her
clothes and put the dress on, admiring herself in the mirror. The
bodice was low cut and showed off a lot of cleavage. The waist
was tight accentuating her figure while the large skirt billowed
out at her hips. She looked as beautiful as a Southern belle on
her way to a ball. She wished she had known about this and had
time to curl her hair to look old fashioned.

Beth left the changing room and wasn’t the least surprised to see
the muscular black male waiting to model with her. He was
magnificent, bulging with muscles and had long kinky hair that
fell down his back. He looked like the cover model for a romance
novel. He was barefoot and wearing tattered brown trousers. His
chest was bare except for an equally tattered black vest. In
short, he was dressed like a slave.

“Beth, this is Lamar Jefferson,” said Jack. “He’s a cover model
we regularly use.”

Lamar boldly moved his head up and down her body, checking her
out and stopping to stare at her chest. “Well well,” he said, “A
beautiful Georgia peach.”

Beth smiled back. “I do declare,” she said, faking a Southern
accent. “You must have me confused with someone else. I’m an
Idaho potato.”

Lamar threw his head back and laughed. He quit laughing and
stared at her lustfully. “Girl, if you ain’t already, you should
be a model.”

“I thank you kind sir,” she said, still faking an accent and
curtseying. Beth’s eyes flickered down to his crotch. She was
impressed by the large swollen lump under the trousers.

Jack pointed at a wall that had a pull down image of a Southern
plantation complete with moss covered trees surrounding it. “Go
on and stand in front of the picture. Lamar take Bethany in your
arms like you’re about to ravish her.”

“I know the pose,” said Lamar.

Beth followed the giant black man over to the picture. He turned
around with his back to the plantation and his front towards the
camera set up on a tripod. He motioned for Beth to step up to him
and she found herself trembling as he took her in his arms and
leaned her back. He stared into her eyes with his lips pursed
about half a foot above her own lips.

“Great,” said Jack, the camera clicking. “Lamar, move one hand up
just under her breast.” Jack continued snapping pictures.

Tracy Hardcastle strolled into the room. “This will work as a
promo cover for my next novel,” she said, ““Plantation Uprising”
is about a slave uprising while the plantation’s men are off
fighting for the confederacy. If my artist likes this picture,
you may find yourself a painting on a romance novel, Miss
Dutton.”

“That would be cool,” said Beth. She looked over at Tracy and
found that the older woman was also dressed as a Southern Belle.

“I’m having other contestants pose with different scenes from
either my past books or some others I’m currently working on,”
said Tracy. She walked into the picture on the other side of
Lamar.

“Now grab his arm like you’re pulling him away from your
daughter,” said Jack.

Tracy grabbed Lamar’s arm and pulled. The big black man held
Bethany in one arm like he refused to give her up. Jack snapped a
lot of pictures. “I’ve modeled a lot of my covers,” said Tracy.

“You’re very beautiful,” said Beth.

“I’ve been working with her off and on for three years now,”
added Lamar, still frozen in the pose, but moving his lips. “Ever
since she decided to use black men as main characters.”

“Why did you do that?” asked Bethany. “Aren’t you marketing to a
specific audience?”

“Sales fell 30%,” said Tracy, “but I didn’t mind. Something
changed my mind three years ago and I could no longer think of
white men as strong male romantic characters. I thought it would
do a lot to improve race relations. Does that bother you,
Bethany?”

“Oh no, Mrs. Hardcastle. I’m inclined to agree with you. I’m
doing what I can to improve race relations myself.”

“No doubt. You must mean the charity work with the King halfway
houses?”

“Perhaps in the future,” said Bethany. “Some other girls have
visited the halfway house in Harlem, but I haven’t yet. It is
this years charity.”

“Alright ladies,” called Jack. “Kneel at his feet. The slaves
have just taken the plantation. Look up at him like you’re
frightened and submissive.” Jack snapped some pictures when the
women complied. Place your hands on his thighs, Bethany. Wow,
great expression.”

Bethany didn’t find it a hard pose. She felt completely
submissive to the giant black man towering over her and when she
placed her hands on his thighs, she found herself cupping the
golf ball sized head of his cock and her hands were only inches
above his knee. Instead of letting go, she squeezed it a little
and the swollen cock started to swell even more. She glanced at
Tracy who was watching her with a wry smile on her face. Tracy
had her arms wrapped around Lamar’s leg.

“Sorry,” growled Lamar, looking down at Beth, but his look was
lustful, not angry. “My damn cock’s getting hard.”

“It’s alright,” replied Jack, “Not that I blame you with those
two lookers. We’re done here anyway.” Jack turned and left the
room.

“Hey Beth,” said Tracy, sitting up. “You ever seen a fourteen
inch black cock before?”

“Actually, I have,” said Beth, her hand left the bulbous cock
head and slid up the length of his shaft under his trousers.

“Why don’t you take it out?” Tracy kneeled opposite Beth.

“You don’t mind, do you?’ asked Beth of Lamar.

“Fuck no. It needs some air anyway.”

Lamar’s trousers were being held up by a rope belt. Tracy reached
up and undid the simple knot, pulling the belt through the
trouser’s loops. Beth let her hands go up from the root of his
shaft to the waistband of his trousers. She grasped it and pulled
down. Lamar’s cock sprang up as she pulled the trousers down his
leg. Beth gasped in admiration at the magnificent piece of man
meat. It was smaller then Simon’s by about an inch, but it was
streamlined and beautiful. “Wow!”

“I told you,” said Tracy. “Lamar’s special even among black men.”

“Ladies,” grunted Lamar. “It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

Beth leaned forward and took a big whiff of it’s intoxicating
smell. She puckered her lips and kissed the head. “Your black
cock is superior,” she said, looking up at him with her lips
still brushing the knobby cock head. He looked down on her, his
piercing dark eyes drilling into her soul. Beth opened her mouth
and took the cock head inside her.

“Hold on there,” interrupted Tracy. “You gotta share that
monster.”

“I don’t want to,” said Beth, pulling her lips off it.

“Be fair, that things big enough for both of us. We each get
seven inches.”

Beth didn’t stop sucking the tip. Her eyes pleaded with Lamar’s.
It was his decision after all. “Let Tracy have some,” he ordered.
Beth nodded and released his cock, holding it out for Tracy.

“Thank you,” said Tracy. She leaned forward, kissed the head like
Beth had and took it between her lips. Beth thought she took too
long sucking the tip, but eventually Tracy relented and with
difficulty pushed the rampant cock back towards her and Beth took
him back into her mouth. This time she took him deeper down her
throat.

Tracy slid back a little bit and Beth hoped she was relinquishing
her share of the cock. Instead, Tracy moved behind Beth and
unlaced the back of Beth’s gown. Beth felt Tracy struggling at
the bodice until she was able to pull it down exposing Beth’s
full bosom. Tracy reached out and pinched one of Beth’s nipples.
“My turn,” she said. Beth pulled back and held the cock out for
Tracy. She noticed that Tracy too had pulled her gown down
revealing an equally impressive bosom. “Lets each take a side,”
said Tracy.

Beth wasn’t sure what she meant, But Tracy moved opposite her
with just the large cock between them. She leaned forward and
started licking her side of the shaft. Beth guessed she must have
moved too slowly, because Tracy reached up and pinched her
nipples, pulling on them until Beth moved forwards and started
licking her side of the shaft.

Their noses brushed as they tongued every inch of Lamar’s
fourteen inch black cock. Tracy still had her hands on Beth’s
breasts, pinching and twirling her nipples until they were
swollen and aching. When Tracy finally released one breast it was
to reach out and pull Beth’s hand up to her own breast and Beth
found her hand squeezing the older woman’s soft pillowy flesh and
feeling her nipples.

Beth’s tongue followed Tracy’s towards the tip of Lamar’s cock.
When they reached the helmet, their tongues went crazy, touching
each other as much as they were licking Lamar’s black knob. They
continued salivating over the head, lips approaching as their
tongues contacted around the urethra and then Lamar’s cock sprang
free and their open mouths found each other, tongues dueling
first in Beth’s mouth and then in Tracy’s. It was soft and nice,
but neither woman was here to make out with another woman. They
were here to service a Brobdinagian black cock. Beth was still
kissing Tracy even as her free hand reached up for the base of
Lamar’s shaft to pull it back down between them. Both women
returned to licking Lamar’s shaft.

Tracy licked from the root up to the head and removed her mouth.
“I’m feeling generous today,” she told Beth. “I’ve had this cock
a lot over the last three years. I want you to suck him off.”

Beth was lapping precum off the urethra while Tracy talked. She
quit licking it and said, “You will? That is generous.” Tracy
leaned forward, turned her head and kissed Beth on the lips
again. It was strange kissing a woman, but Beth was thankful and
willingly kissed back. Tracy was being more then generous and
Beth wasn’t sure if she could have done the same. They broke
their kiss and Beth turned to find that Lamar had backed away
from her. He was now sitting in a chair nearby, tattered trousers
around his ankles. He’d removed his vest and was sitting slowly
stroking his hard cock while he watched the women. Beth crawled
over to him on her hands and knees and took the tip of his cock
in her mouth.

Tracy crawled after Beth and while she began taking Lamar deep in
her throat, Tracy started licking his cum-laden balls. Black
testicles tended to match the cocks they belonged to and Lamar’s
were no exception. His orange-sized balls hung low in their sack
and hung over the edge of the chair.

Beth suppressed her gag reflex as she took Lamar further down her
throat. The big head pushed her uvula up as it moved on towards
and then past her tonsils. Soon it was difficult breathing and
Beth had to pull back, breathe in through her nose and then push
down again. She began blowing him. She lost her concentration
when Tracy’s head disappeared from under Lamar’s shaft and she
suddenly felt her right nipple getting sucked into the older
woman’s mouth. Her areola puffed up and her already stiff nipple
swelled even more as Tracy’s tongue flickered over it. Beth went
back to focusing on Lamar’s cock and Tracy moved her mouth from
her right nipple, kissing and licking her way over to her left.
Beth moaned as Tracy began gently sucking and licking that
nipple.

Having her breasts sucked felt good even if it was a woman and
Beth felt her growing arousal constantly soaking her already wet
panties. Still she was a little relieved when Tracy quit paying
attention to her breasts. However, Beth soon found Tracy had
moved behind her and was gently pulling on her hips until Beth
rose off her knees and onto all fours. A finger pushed against
her panties and Beth was unable to stop her body from responding.
She pushed down into it as she continued blowing the hung black
man. The finger felt so good, she made no objection when Tracy’s
hand began pulling her panties down. She raised herself up so
that Tracy could pull the panties all the way off her though she
was still wearing the hoop skirt. The finger returned, this time
sliding up to the knuckle in her pussy, pulling out and then
another finger joined it, pulling out and then a third was pushed
into her. Beth groaned around Lamar’s cock as her lower body
started grinding into the three fingers inside her.

Tracy pushed her fingers deep and raised them up until Beth took
the hint and lifted her ass high. Tracy’s free hand slapped
against her inner thighs until she spread her legs wide apart.
Beth felt the fingers slip from her pussy and she missed feeling
them inside her though they were a poor substitute for a second
black cock. She was barely aware of Tracy’s hands on her knees
and then Tracy was pulling on her knees, using them to slide
forward as her head moved under Beth’s crotch. Beth’s pussy
contracted in an explosive orgasm the moment Tracy’s tongue
flickered over her clitoris.

Beth’s cum poured into Tracy’s mouth as the romance writer’s
tongue moved from her clit, licking her labia and then worming
it’s way inside her pussy. Beth found herself humping the
thrusting tongue. Never had she considered a woman as a sexual
partner nor did she have a sexual attraction towards Tracy or any
woman for that matter. Kissing Tracy had been nice. It was soft,
different from kissing a man and Tracy’s fingers had been skilled
while her tongue was doing a sweet number on her pussy. She liked
it, loved it even, but the massive black cock sliding in and out
of her throat was all she really cared about. She didn’t have a
lesbian bone in her body, but there wasn’t anything she wasn’t
willing to do when she was with a hard black cock. She might even
go down on a woman if it meant getting a black cock in the end.

Tracy was skilled, really skilled and Beth quickly had a second
orgasm. Soon after, Lamar’s cock head almost got wedged in her
throat as it started to swell. Beth had to pull back and suck on
the tip while jerking the rest off lest it grow too thick, wedge
in her throat, and choke her to death. The first jet of cum
sprayed her uvula and slid down her throat just as Tracy’s tongue
got her off a third time. Beth screamed and ground her pussy down
on Tracy’s thrusting tongue. Lamar’s big cock blew into her open
mouth, filling it and sending a river of semen flowing down her
chin. Beth reared her head back as she came, Lamar’s cock flying
free of her mouth to send a blast of his seed across her face.
Beth came to her senses and caught the cock head between her
lips, letting him fill her mouth again and again, swallowing
every bit this time as she gained control of it.

Beth kept bouncing on Tracy’s tongue until Lamar had quit
ejaculating. He pulled his cock back and stroked the last
remaining drops of his semen out and onto her outstretched
tongue. Even the black man’s left over seed was more then her
white boyfriend’s entire ejaculate or several for that matter.

Tracy pushed up on Beth’s ass and Beth lifted up so that she
could slide out from under her. “Thank you,” said Bethany,
turning to look back at Tracy Hardcastle who had stripped off her
dress completely and was nude, then she looked up at Lamar. “And
thank you. Thank you both.”

“You’re welcome, slut,” grunted Lamar arrogantly, but Beth really
did feel like it had been a privilege to suck his black cock off.
She could still taste his seed and her belly felt warm and full
from his ejaculate. “Thank you,” she said again, licking her
lips, his cum was so good. He had every right to be arrogant.
Beth turned to look at Tracy and was aghast to see the state of
the judge’s face and hair. Her face was wet and dripping and the
front of her strawberry blonde hair was a tangled wet mess.
“You’re soaked!”

Tracy laughed. “Yes, you’re quite the squirter when you cum. So
am I. Maybe someday I can show you?”

“Maybe,” replied Beth, hesitantly, but willing to try it so long
as Lamar was there. The camera on the tripod was still pointing
at them and now that the action was over, Beth could hear it
still making noise as if the shutter was opening and closing. She
frowned, wondering it was still taking pictures, but assumed it
couldn’t have been. Jack was nowhere to be seen.

“You’re a bit of a mess yourself.”

Beth felt Lamar’s sperm liquefying where it covered her face and
hair. Her eyes fell on a wall clock. “Oh shit, I’ve another
interview in thirty minutes. Can I use your shower?”

“Of course,” replied Tracy watching Beth leap up, lift her skirt
up, and race towards the bathroom, big boobs bouncing over the
dress as she hurried. Beth entered the bathroom and as she closed
the door she heard Tracy say, “Jesus Lamar, I need to get fucked
so bad right now.”

“Head down, ass up, slut,” said the handsome black model.

Beth showered and retrieved her clothes. Her hair was still a
little wet when she left the bathroom, but that would have to do.
She froze at the sight before her. Tracy Hardcastle had her head
buried in her crossed arms, her ass was thrust up and Lamar was
fucking her hard from behind. Tracy was moaning and screaming
into her arms. Lamar had his hands on her hips, pulling her back
into his thrusting cock. She was taking the entire fourteen fat
inches of his monster cock and appeared to be loving every inch.
Beth watched for five minutes unable to look away. In that time,
Tracy screamed twice and Beth could actually see her cum
squirting out to soak Lamar’s pubes and balls to the point it was
dripping off his balls and onto the carpet. Lamar looked over at
her, grinned and winked.

Beth didn’t want to leave, but she had a meeting with Sharpspeare
and she forced herself to leave the room. As she exited, a second
contestant was waiting for her interview and talking to Jack.
“What’s taking so long?” asked the girl.

“They ready in there?” asked Jack, looking at Beth.

“They might still be a little while longer,” said Beth and Jack
nodded knowingly.

Beth was late and luckily Sharpspeare’s room was only a few doors
down. The judges all had the large penthouse suites and there
were three to a floor. Beth knocked and a pretty blonde woman
opened the door. She was dressed business professional with a
sleeveless white blouse and short black skirt well above the
knees. “You’re late,” said the woman.

“Sorry, I got held up with my last interview.”

“Well the Reverend does not like to be kept waiting,” she
replied, looking Beth up and down with a look of distaste on her
face. “Follow me.” Beth followed the woman into a sitting room
with a business desk behind which the famous racial demagogue sat
working at a laptop. “Reverend, your next interview has arrived.”

“Well it’s about time,” said Sharpspeare, gruffly. He looked up
at Beth and she felt her nipples hardening as his gaze settled on
her large bosom.

“Sorry, Reverend, I got hel-”

“Save it. I’m not a man who likes excuses.” Sharpspeare stood up.
He was wearing a mauve tracksuit with gold chain necklaces over
it. His usually wavy hair was slicked back with grease. He looked
over at the blonde woman. “Thank you Amber, that will be all.”

Amber looked over at Beth, her eyes swept up and down Beth’s body
once again. She snorted and turned away. “Thank you, sir.”

“Well Miss Idaho, Bethany Dutton,” said Sharpspeare. “I had the
pleasure of meeting your mother at breakfast the other morning.”

“Yes sir, she told me.”

The Reverend’s eyebrow shot up. “Did she now? A very delightful
woman, but we should get down to business. Have a seat.” His hand
swept out towards a couch.

“Thank you.” Beth took a seat on the couch, keeping her hands
folded across her knees demurely like a proper woman.

“Here’s my question,” said Sharpspeare, moving over towards the
couch. His crotch was eye level and Beth could see the outline of
an impressive cock moving beneath the material. The track suit’s
pants were even starting to bulge out a little. His cock was
swelling! “What would you do to improve race relations in this
country?”

Beth scrunched up her face like she was deep in thought, but she
was really staring at his bulging crotch. He took a step closer
until the crotch was just inches from her nose. The outline of
his cock was clear now. Damn! Lamar’s amazing cock had her so
horny. Her panties were soaked. Her nipples were rock hard. Her
heart was fluttering. She wanted a big hard black cock right this
second, any cock, and it didn’t matter that this was one of the
tackiest men she’d ever met. It didn’t matter that he had fucked
her mother. It didn’t matter that he was old enough to be her
father, though he only looked to be in his mid-thirties. “Well
sir, the thing that I would do to improve race relations in this
country?”

“Continue child.”

Beth’s hand came up and squeezed the long outline of his cock
through the material of his tracksuit. The Reverend didn’t flinch
at all, though his cock gave a jerk. “I would have as many
relations with other races as I possibly could.” Beth slid her
hand up to the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. She
looked up at him, but since he wasn’t objecting, she quickly
freed his cock. The torpedo shaped, foot long monster, sprang
free of his pants and smacked her on the chin. Beth quickly
licked all around the head and took it in her mouth. She began
sucking it in earnest.

“Praise Jesus,” shouted the Reverend. “Sexual integration is the
key to improving race relations in this country. You couldn’t
have answered my question any better child, but for the record,
blowing me will not influence my vote in any way. I am a man of
integrity.”

Beth pulled his cock out of her mouth. “I’m sucking it because
it’s big, it’s black, and it’s beautiful, not for your vote.” She
kissed his cock head. “Your black cock is superior and I will do
anything to have it even if you tell me you aren’t voting for
me.”

“Very good child. You are wise beyond your years.”

Bethany kissed his cock again. “I want to suck it sir, but what I
really need right now is to have this black monster shoved into
my tight white pussy.” The cock jerked in her hand again as if
her words excited it. She’d love to taste his seed, but her belly
was still full of Lamar’s cum.

“Then young Miss Dutton. I suggest you make like Eve and get
naked so that I can feed you the forbidden fruit from my black
serpent where you most desire it.” The Reverend stepped back and
began removing his clothes while Beth quickly stood up and
started stripping herself. The Reverend was a big man, but his
clothing was formless. She was impressed with his bulging muscles
as his shirt came off. She hadn’t been with a black man yet who
wasn’t the perfect physical specimen of a man. “Besides,” added
the Reverend, “I’ve already had a blow job today.”

Bethany frowned wondering if he was kidding. When the large black
man was nude, he sat down on the couch and held his cock up and
off his stomach. Beth took the hint, straddling his legs and
lowering herself over the huge cock head. The Reverend skillfully
lined the head right up with her pussy opening and she pushed
down until it forced it’s way into her. “There it is,” she
moaned, working her pussy around the head, lubricating it,
letting more of his shaft slide inside her. Soon she was fully
impaled on his cock, kissing the wide forceful black lips and
playing dueling tongues where just a short time ago it had been
the soft lips of a woman she had been kissing. Beth trembled and
came as they kissed. He broke the kiss, pushing her back so that
he could move his lips and tongue down to her breasts. “Yo mom
had some big ass white titties too, girl,” he growled, sounding
very ghetto at that moment. “Bigger then yours, but yours will
get bigger once you get a black baby in that belly. Now work that
pussy and ride that big black cock.” Sharpspeare actually swung
the palm of one hand against her ass cheek as he ordered her. His
palm connected with her ass making a loud “smack”.

Beth lifted herself up his cock, lowered down quickly and began
bouncing in his lap as fast as she could. Jesus, she thought,
carrying a black baby. What a nightmare that would be. She
pictured herself riding the Reverend’s cock with a swollen belly
nine months pregnant, her tits as big as her mother’s, swollen
and aching with the milk filling them. Instead of being horrified
at the image, she started cumming and cumming hard. The orgasm
was as big and as long as any she’d had over the past week. “Put
a baby in my belly,” she shouted, slamming down hard on his cock,
still cumming, wishing he was pumping her womb full of his
fertile seed.

Sharpspeare grunted, impatient that she wasn’t riding him. He
grabbed her under her ass and stood up without even seeming to
struggle lifting her. He carried her to his desk and sat her down
on the edge. It was his turn to take over fucking her. He grabbed
her ankles and lifted them, spreading them out in a V as he began
slamming the full length of his powerful cock into her pussy. The
head was through her cervix and inside her womb when he finally
came after many minutes of intense thrusting and many more
orgasms on her part. His cock head almost felt like a small
swollen balloon inside her and the balloon burst flooding her
womb with fertile semen. He held his cock buried in her, leaned
forward, their lips met and tongues once again dueled while his
cock pumped continuous wads of sperm inside her. He didn’t break
the kiss until his cock had quit squirting.

Sharpspeare whistled and quit leaning over her. “That’s a mighty
fine white pussy you got there Miss Bethany.”

“Better then my mom’s?” she asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“As good, but your mom’s has a little seasoning to it.”
Sharpspeare smiled and Beth couldn’t help but show her
disappointment. The Reverend pulled about half his shaft from her
pussy. He reached over and grabbed her wrist. He placed her hand
on his shaft and she automatically squeezed it. “Squeeze it
tight,” he said. “I want you to milk every last drop of a black
man’s seed into that white pussy.” He slowly began withdrawing
his cock through her grip depositing every last drop of cum
inside her except for a long strand that clung from her urethra
to her clit as he pulled it free. Sperm began pouring from her
still gaping pussy. It ran down the side of the desk she was
sitting on and dripping to the floor. “You’re making a mess, Miss
Idaho. Don’t worry, I’ll have Amber lick it… I mean clean it up.
It’s in her job description.” Sharpseare laughed and it was a
strange laugh, stranger more so that it came from a man who came
off as humorless during media appearances. “I say, but my cock is
still hard, Miss Dutton. God is truly great to have blessed the
black man so. I believe it’s time to have relations with your
fine white ass.”

Beth nodded and soon found her hand braced on the couch seat
while Sharpspeare slowly worked his cock inside her ass and for
the next twenty minutes she remained in that position while he
pounded his entire shaft deep inside her rectum before finally
depositing another large load of cum inside her bowels. This time
he didn’t drain every drop inside her. Instead, he pulled out and
blasted several large loads across her ass and back. “Good job,
Miss Dutton,” he said, stepping back. “Keep working on improving
race relations.”

Beth forced herself to stand up, the new position forcing a
steady flow of semen to leak from her ass, running down to join
the trickle still pouring from her pussy. “I will sir,” she
answered, meaning it.

“Go get cleaned up Idaho and I will see you on stage. I’m already
late for my next interview. No doubt Amber is keeping her
distracted.

Beth cleaned up as fast as she could, but the slow trickle of
semen leaking from her ass and pussy seemed never ending. She
ended up stuffing toilet paper inside her panties hoping it would
soak most of it up. When she left, Amber was indeed cleaning up
the evidence of their lovemaking. Sharpspeare was again dressed
and at the laptop. There was no sign of any other contestant.

She left the room without being acknowledged. The same girl from
earlier was hurrying towards Sharpspeare’s room. She was walking
kind of bowlegged. Her face was shiny like it had just been
washed and some of her hair was wet. Beth wondered if she had
just gotten fucked by Lamar’s fourteen incher and instantly felt
a little jealous. She flickered her eyes up and down the girl’s
body with a disdainful sneer on her lips. She was pretty,
beautiful even and looked very fit, but her tits were smaller
then Beth’s. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” said the girl. Beth didn’t
remember what state she represented. “I’m so late. Is he in
there? Is he mad?”

“Furious,” replied Beth, “I think you just blew your chances.“
She hurried past the girl.

“Oh my god,” said the girl.

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

Marsha showered, dressed, and went shopping a short time after
Beth had left for her interviews. She hit the stores at the mall
a block off the beach and returned to her room.
She had made several purchases. One was an impulse buy, a small
paperback romance. The book was titled, Lady Chatterley’s
Gardener and was by Lacy Lovelorn. Marsha was curious about her
since she was one of the judges. Plus, she wanted to get back
into reading and maybe she could get the author to autograph it.
The cover featured a young housewife sitting by a window,
glancing lustfully at the jean covered ass of an apparently
muscular gardener pushing a mower. Inside the front cover was
another cover and this got Marsha suddenly excited. The wife was
now wearing a bikini with most of her bosom exposed and
glistening as the muscular gardener took her in his mighty arms
and he was BLACK! The front cover never hinted that this was an
interracial romance. Marsha didn’t need anything else making her
hornier for black men this past week, but here it was and she was
eager to start reading.

It was still early for the pool and looked a little like rain so
she plopped down on her bed and started reading. By page twenty
she was naked and fingering her pussy as she read. By page forty,
she had her black dildo buried in her pussy. There was nothing
romantic whatsoever about this book. It was smut plain and
simple. The young wife’s sexual experiences with the hung black
gardener mirrored Marsha’s own and by page fifty, she’d thrown
the book down and was furiously ramming the dildo in and out of
her pussy until she had a small but satisfying orgasm.

When she was done, she pulled the dildo from her pussy and held
the wet glistening foot long shaft of plastic up before her face.
“Nowhere near as good as the real thing, but at least you’ll keep
me sane,” she told it.

The purpose of Marsha’s earlier shopping trip was actually to
purchase a new bikini. The mall had a Hidden Closet and Marsha
had gone through their bikini collection looking for just the
right one to put her assets on display. It was small and hid
little of her body, exposing most of her ass cheeks and barely
covering her nipples. It was a little small for her breasts so
the bikini hugged her bosom tight squeezing her breasts to bulge
around the material. She would never have worn this at any other
time in her life, but now she had  a new attitude and wanted to
show off every bit of her body while she still looked good.

Marsha put the bikini on. It was still a little cloudy outside
the window so she sat down on Beth’s bed and turned the TV on to
find the weather channel. “Oh my god!” she gasped as the picture
came on. The television seemed to be in the middle of a porn.
Marsha quickly snatched up the phone to inform the front desk and
was curtly told that they were aware of the problem and would be
fixing it in the near future. After giving them a piece of her
mind for potentially exposing all these poor young contestants to
pornography, Marsha hung the phone up and turned back to the
screen. A buxom young blonde woman in Victorian explorer’s garb
was pushing her way through an obviously fake jungle. She was
calling her companion’s name. The screen flashed to her
companion, another big breasted woman, but a brunette this time.
She was on her knees sucking a huge black cock of a man dressed
in African tribal garb. Marsha stared in horrified amazement. She
felt her arousal growing. By the time the tribesman had blasted
his load on the woman’s face and started fucking her from behind,
Marsha had stripped off the bikini, retrieved her dildo and was
fucking her pussy with it again.

Marsha was a little slow and the scene ended before she had cum.
It quickly switched to the next scene however. The previous
blonde was nude and washing herself under a waterfall. The scene
was stupid. It was clearly a fancy pool, but fake plastic or
potted plants had been arranged to make it look like a jungle
pool. The woman quit washing and stared wide-eyed into a bush.
“Eek,” she screamed, “Snake!” The scene switched to a serpentine
black cock head pushing through the leaves. More and more of the
large shaft revealed itself. “Another massive African cock,” said
the woman. “Lucky me. Did I do that? Were you watching me? Let me
suck it. Don’t worry little guy, I won’t bite. Unless you want me
to.” She leaned forward and started sucking his cock.

Marsha felt an orgasm growing as the native revealed himself. He
was wearing an African headdress and had white war paint across
his cheeks. He stepped out of the bushes, fit and muscular, and
just over four feet tall. “No!” screamed Marsha, but then the
dildo did it’s job and the orgasm burst from her body. She soaked
the dildo as she came watching her Lester having his dick sucked
by the blonde. It was her cock that tramp was sucking and soon
after blowing his load, it was her cock the tramp was riding to
her own obviously non-faked orgasm.

Marsha lay back on the bed panting from the intense orgasm. She
continued watching the scene unfold, resisting the urge to start
moving the dildo in and out of her pussy again. My god, she had
fucked a porn star! Shit! He had fucked her poor Bethany too!
Lester had told her he was an actor, but she hadn’t guessed what
kind of movies he made. No wonder he was so skilled. She found
herself getting turned on again, but fought it, grabbed the
remote and switched the TV off. As she touched the remote, the
movie title came up on the screen. The Pygmy it was called. She
remembered talking to him that first night. “Have you seen “The
Pygmy? I played the pygmy.” He had told her with a smirk on his
face.

Marsha glanced out the window and saw that the sun had come out.
She put the bikini back on. Put her dildo back in the bag. The
cold plastic was nice, but right now she wanted the real thing.
Marsha Dutton decided to go fishing for some black cock out by
the pool. Marsha picked up the Lacy Lovelorn book so that she’d
have something to do if the fish weren’t biting. She grabbed a
towel, the bottle of Trinibogo Tropic, slid her feet into sandals
and wearing next to nothing strolled out of her room. She ran
into several men in the hallway and elevator who went bug-eyed at
her body, some stared openly, some tried to hide it, but failed.
These men wanted her, but she didn’t want them. She wanted
something darker. “Push the floor for the pool, please,” she told
a nervous man in the elevator. He did and then spent the next
minute trying and failing to get up the nerve to talk to her.
Marsha ignored him as she left the elevator, strolled over to
glass door leading outside to the rooftop pool and walked out
into the sunshine.

Marsha was quickly disappointed. There were two black men and
magnificent specimens they were, but they were hotel employees.
One was a lifeguard bulging with muscles and wearing a skimpy red
brief bathing suit that clung to a package she would have paid to
see. The other was the bartender at the tiki bar. His head was a
bald cue ball and he wore an open Hawaiian shirt, and cut off
jean shorts.

Marsha sighed and found an empty cot. She planned on laying out,
getting some sun, and hoping some action might show up soon.
There were only a few patrons at the pool. There was one white
couple with a toddler at the shallower pool. Marsha couldn’t
figure out why any parent would take their child to a casino, but
theirs wasn’t the first child she had seen. They were a handsome
couple, the man spent a lot of time in the shallow pool playing
with his daughter. The mom on the other hand, seemed to spend
more time at the bar talking to the black bartender. Marsha
didn’t approve of drinking heavily around children either. Other
then the family, there were a few pageant contestants who must
have found some spare time, and two big bellied male senior
citizens smoking cigars.

“Good afternoon.”

Marsha had her eyes closed under sunglasses as she rubbed the
suntan lotion over the exposed portions of her breasts. They were
pale white and had never seen the sunlight before. She was trying
not to moan as the lotion felt so good rubbing into her flesh
just as it had the first time she‘d used it. Between her and
Bethany, they had almost emptied the free bottle of Trinibogo
Tropic. Marsha opened her eyes and found the black lifeguard had
addressed her. He was looking down at her body as she coated
herself with lotion. “Good afternoon,” she replied, smiling.

“Name’s Cassius.”

“Marsha.”

“Pleased to meet you. Are you one of the contestants?”

Marsha giggled and smiled at the handsome black man. She’d heard
the same line from Sharpspeare. “Yes, Miss Idaho 1977,” she
replied.

“Well I hope you won.”

“Thank you.” Marsha picked up her paperback, but continued to
look up at him under her dark sunglasses. To his credit, he
continuously scanned the pool, but he kept checking out her body
whenever he could. She was reclining a few cots away, parallel
with the lifeguard chair so she couldn’t see too much of his
body, other then his bulging bicep.

“Ma’am, may I get you a drink?”

Marsha looked over to find that the bald bartender had walked
over to her. His flowered shirt was open and she stared at his
dark muscled chest and stomach. “Sure, why not? I’ll have a
margarita on the rocks, no salt.”

“Coming right up and the name’s Langston.” The bartender
exchanged a glance with Cassius and winked at the lifeguard.
Cassius grinned back and for a second wondered if they were gay,
but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. “Just let me know
if you need anything.”

Marsha looked back at her paperback as Langston walked away. The
slut heroine was completely infatuated with her black gardener
and had gone from fucking him by the pool to inviting him into
her marital bed while her husband was at work. The book was pure
pornography and it wasn’t helping her aroused condition at all,
nor was the sun, the two handsome black men by the pool, the
suntan lotion that made her skin tingle, nor the margarita
Langston brought her, nor the second margarita, nor the third.

By the time she had finished her third drink, she was lit and her
head was spinning. Her pussy was screaming for attention. She
couldn’t focus on the pages in her book. She was near the end now
and the gardener, Mustafa spent all his time with the housewife
that her husband was becoming suspicious that no work was getting
done. He brought his nephew over to mow the lawn while he fucked
the wife, but the wife ended up with both black men in her
marital bed. She sucked one while getting fucked from behind and
even let one take her ass while she rode the other. Marsha threw
he book on the cement and grunted with frustration. Two black men
at once! The thought should have disgusted her, but the book had
opened her mind to the possibilities.

Marsha needed to cool off. She jumped in the water and swam a
couple laps. She took a break on the opposite side of the pool,
throwing her arms back on the rim of the pool while kicking her
legs out and holding her face up to the sun to get tanned.
Cassius couldn’t take his eyes off her, but then again, she was
the only one in either of the pools at that moment and maybe that
was his job.

It was getting later. The family had left as had the seniors. A
couple of goof looking white college aged men had shown up, but
still no black men. She considered moving down to the beach, but
sand was messier then cement and it all her travels the past week
all the blacks she’d seen on the beach tended to be families. If
she really wanted to find some black men, she’d be better off
looking in the rundown section of Atlantic City which was pretty
much every part of Atlantic City not within two blocks of the
boardwalk. Marsha smiled at the thought of her slowly driving
down through the projects calling out to black men like a John
looking for hookers. No, she wouldn’t be doing that.

Marsha dropped under the water and kicked off from the wall. She
swam underwater towards the ladder closest to her cot. The cool
pool water did nothing to quell the fires in her pussy though it
helped clear her head from the booze. She was horny enough that
if she didn’t find something soon, she might actually entertain
the possibility of visiting the seedier section of town. She
grabbed the ladder under the water and burst up into the air as
she climbed. Her hair was wet and covered her eyes. As she
stepped onto the cement, she swung her hair back and over one
shoulder. She glanced down at her body as she wiped water from
her eyes. Her new bikini was even more obscene when wet. The
material had tightened up around her nipples, showing her
distended nipple and every bump on her swollen areola. Her bush
was outlined around her panty to.

“How you doing?”

Marsha looked up to see one of the college boys, staring her up
and down. “Fine,” she replied, wringing water from her auburn
hair. Wet, her hair showed little gray and she could have passed
for a woman in her early thirties.

“You here alone? May I join you?”

Marsha let her own eyes run up and down his body. His lips curled
up in a cocky grin as if he assumed she liked what she saw. He
was handsome and fit though his muscles didn’t bulge like a black
man. And speaking of bulges, there was none whatsoever under his
swim trunks. When she had first arrived in Atlantic City
desperate to have sex for the first time in five years, this was
a man she would gladly have taken to bed. “Not interested,” she
told him watching his cocky grin fade away to a look of
incomprehension. “I’d rather be alone.”

“Ah come on,” he said, smiling again. “I’ll show you a good time.
I know how to treat a lady.”

“I said no thanks.” Marsha brushed past him and sat down on her
cot.

The man walked over and stared at her body as she reclined.
“Lady, I know a cougar when I see one.” When she didn’t respond,
his grin actually broadened. “Oh I get it, you’re a lesbo.”

“Chad!” Called his friend, waving at him to come over.

“Hold on,” yelled Chad back at his buddy, but then a massive
black hand fell on Chad’s shoulder. Chad turned angrily around to
find himself staring into the massive chest of Cassius. He looked
up and gulped.

“I suggest you go join your friend,” said Langston, approaching
to Cassius’ left side.

“I think I will,” said Chad, quietly. He turned and hurried away.
The two black men and Marsha heard him mutter something about an
entire casino staffed by black prizefighters as they exited the
pool.

“My heroes,” said Marsha.

Cassius made a fist with his thumb extended and pointed it at his
chest. “No punks gonna mess with a lady around my pool.”

Marsha smiled, wanting to run her hands up and down his hard
chest before slipping them down into his tight red briefs. “He
didn’t think I was a lady. He thought I was a cougar. Whatever
that is.” Marsha knew full well what a cougar was.

“It’s an older woman looking to have sex with a younger man,”
stated Langston.

“Oh! Well maybe I shouldn‘t have gotten offended then.” She
winked at Langston.

“Are you a cougar?” he asked.

“Maybe, but this cougar only mates with strong black panthers.”

Langston and Cassius shared a glance. “For you sexy,” said
Langston, “I’d join the black panthers.”

“I’m more of a black bull,” said Cassius. “I like my woman with
big udders.”

“Are you calling me a cow, Cassius?” she asked, continuing to
smile.

“No ma’am.” Cassius’ eyes had gotten bigger when he realized he
might have offended her and he shook his head in the negative.

“But I do have big udders,” she said, placing her hands under her
breasts, squeezing them together as she lifted them up. “But they
haven’t produced any milk in seventeen years.”

“Maybe you haven’t found the right milker,” said the towering
black lifeguard, reaching out and pinching her nipple right
through her bikini top.

Marsha gasped in shock. She stood frozen while he continued
tugging and squeezing her nipple. “Oh dear god, I want to fuck
one of you,” she blurted out as both Langston and Cassius
laughed.

“Which one?” asked Langston.

Marsha looked at them both. She had decided on making a pass at
Langston, Cassius was a little crude. Cassius had been the one
who intimidated the college punk though. She looked back and
forth between the two men and thought of her paperback. “I want
both of you,” she said.

“Can you wait 30 minutes?” asked Cassius.

“Yeah,” added Langston. “My night replacement will be here and
the pool will close.”

“I’ll wait.” Marsha wondered where they could go. She’d take them
both to her room if she had too, but she didn’t want Bethany
catching her with two black men even though Beth had done two at
once. He daughter would think her mom was the biggest slut in the
world and worse, she might want her to share. She returned to her
cot and laid back on it. Cassius sat up on his white chair
grinning down on her. The pool and bar remained empty. Langston
stayed busy cleaning up the bar. Marsha looked at Cassius through
the tinted sunglasses. “I bet you have a nice big black cock all
for me,” she said, her voice throaty.

“It won’t disappoint,” he replied.

Marsha could see him put his hand in his lap and squeeze. “Oh
Cassius,” she moaned, sliding her hands up to her breasts and
squeezing them. “How big is it?”

The big black man stared at her rubbing her breasts. “Thirteen
fucking inches.”

Marsha’s pussy spasmed the moment he told her how big he was. She
flipped the little patches covering her nipples up and squeezed
her exposed nubs. “I want all thirteen fucking inches of your big
black cock,” she told him.

Cassius glared at her, his eyes focused on her fingers pinching
and rubbing her nipples. “You fucking tease.” He reached down to
his crotch, struggled with something, and gave a little sigh.

“I can’t help it,” she moaned and one hand slid down under her
panties, the tip of her finger rubbing her clit. “I’m so fucking
horny.” Marsha had never been this horny. Her skin glistened and
tingled everywhere the sensuous tanning lotion had touched it.
She was openly displaying and playing with herself under the
staring eyes of a black stranger. Her head still felt dizzy from
all the margaritas she’d consumed. Must be the booze, she thought
correctly, but for the wrong reason. Langston had added extra
doses of Xcite to each drink, she’d had. “I want your cock. I
need your cock right now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Fuck!” growled Cassius, jumping down from the lifeguard chair.
He’d pulled his cock free of his red swim trunks. It stuck out
from his crotch, straight as an arrow, but angled up slightly,
bobbing as he moved. He hadn’t lied about it’s size. It was big
and beautiful and just what Marsha’s pussy needed. He grabbed her
hand and pulled her toward the bar. “Pools closed early,” he told
Langston.

“I hear you, bro,” said Langston tossing a set of keys to
Cassius.

“Fuck, will ya look at that,” said a voice.

Marsha turned aghast, her nipples were still exposed. A strange
black man had come out onto the pool. He wore a tight white tee
shirt that hugged his muscular chest and bore the Nubian King
logo. He was staring at Marsha’s nipples, licking his lips. The
man had been strolling towards the bar casually, but when his
eyes focused on Marsha’s exposed nipples and her body clad in
only the tiny bikini, he started limping. I’m making him hard,
she thought, realizing the effect her endowed body had on these
men. They had power over her, but she had power too.

“About time you got here,” said Langston to the man. He turned to
Cassius “I’ll be right in.”

Cassius pulled her over to a large storage closet and unlocked it
with the keys Langston had tossed him. He flipped the light
switch on, pulled her inside, and shut the door. It was very
bright inside, well lit for a storage shed. One wall was lined
with shelves full of liquor bottles, drink mixes, napkins, etc,
and the other had extra cots, bottles of chlorine, and a pool wet
vacuum. The entry was empty and spacious. Not only was there
plenty of room for a couple to have sex, but there were stains on
the floor and the powerful scent of black semen filled the shed
coming from a bundled up crusty towel on the floor implied that
the room had already been used for this purpose.

“Oh god, lets fuck,” cried Marsha, giving some tugs to the
strings of her bikini until it fell at her feet.

Cassius was bent over and stepping out of his briefs. “Come suck
my cock first,” he said, adding when Marsha mewled in
frustration. “Don’t worry you’ll get plenty of cock and more cum
then your body can hold. Lang and me been working eight hours
without no pussy. “We may have to carry your limp body back to
your room.”

Marsha fell to her knees on the cement floor. She took his cock
head inside her mouth and let her tongue run all the way around
the crown. Was he implying that it was difficult for a black man
to go eight hours without getting off? She hefted his ball,
kneading them. Like all black men, his testicles were huge and
heavy. Cassius’s balls were as big as baseballs, one testicle
alone filled her palm. It did seem heavy, swollen, like it could
burst at any moment. Cassius did need to cum. He needed to cum
really bad. He needed her to make him cum. Marsha couldn’t
control herself any longer, she swallowed his cock down her
throat bobbing her head eager to taste his seed.

Cassius didn’t last long for a black man. His cock was hardening
and swelling after only ten minutes of her rapid sucking.
Sunlight filled the room and she heard someone enter behind her
and began removing their clothes. A moment later, Langston moved
beside Cassius. The bald black man’s cock was strange looking. It
was slightly shorter then Cassius’ maybe a foot long, but also
thinner. It was the thinnest cock of any black man she’d been
with, but still thicker then any white’s. The strange thing about
his cock was the head. It was serpentine shaped and elongated,
not a crowned ball like Cassius’ or Lester’s or Sharpspeare’s,
but it was as thick as the others making Langston’s cock look
unbalanced. Plus, the head was nearly four inches long, making it
a third of the cock’s length. Marsha glanced sideways at the
strange shaped cock. Suddenly, she wanted it in her mouth. She
quit sucking Cassius and leaned over to take Langston in her
mouth. He moaned and threw his head back.

“Not yet, slut. I’m too fucking close.” Cassius grabbed the top
of her head and pulled her mouth back over to his cock. She
sucked him fast again. Her hand moved up Langston’’s leg, over
his knee, sliding up his thigh until she hefted his balls. They
were as big as Cassius and had the same weight to them. Her hand
moved up his balls, to grasp his shaft and she began jerking
Langston off while sucking Cassius.

Cassius came with little warning other then to grab her head
again and hold her still with 90% of his shaft down her throat.
His cock jerked and started pumping. Hot cum struck her
esophagus, rapidly filling her belly. Cassius groaned with relief
and Marsha feared that anyone out in the pool area could hear
him. He pushed her head back and the end of his cock entered her
throat, immediately filling her mouth with sperm. She gulped,
swallowing it, loving the taste. His cock was still shooting as
he pushed her head back farther, his cock sprang free blasting
semen on her face. His hot sperm covered her face from ear to ear
and forehead to chin there was so much and there was still more.
Marsha stuck her tongue out as small jets of ejaculate shot out
to land on her outstretched tongue. It was still cumming when
Langston’s hand fell on her head and pulled her face to his cock.

Marsha took his long snake-like cock deep in her mouth. She was
now stroking Cassius with her free hand. The lifeguard’s cock had
lost some of it’s steel after cumming, but it firmed back up
after only a few strokes. She was now used to the amazing
recovery power black men possessed. Cassius stepped back and
moved to her side until his cock pulled from her hand. Marsha
turned all her attention to Langston. She bobbed her head over
the serpentine triangle of his cock head, pausing to slide her
tongue around the ridges every minute or so. She could feel
Cassius’ hand pushing against her back. Langston slowly lowered
himself to his knees, pulling back as he did so and Marsha
followed him down, leaning forward until she was on all fours.
She continued sucking as Cassius smacked her thighs with his
hands, ordering her to spread her legs wider. As soon as she
obeyed, his cock head begin sliding up and down her soaked labia
before pushing inside her.

Oh my god, thought Marsha. I’m actually doing it. I’m actually
taking two black cocks at once. I’m having a three way, but I’m
not ashamed. It was wonderful! The cramped storage shed was
quickly filling with the smell of sex, the overwhelming masculine
scent of the aroused black male. It was a scent that dominated
all her thoughts and her body. It was a scent that she willingly
submitted herself to. She would do anything these black men asked
of her at that moment. No matter how slutty or how degrading it
was. She was their slave and she was happy to be their slave.

Cassius had been working just the end of his cock around inside
her pussy when suddenly he decided he wanted it buried. He pulled
back and slammed forwards. Marsha had to fight from choking as
Langston’s cock shot down her throat. She pulled back, but
Cassius was slamming forwards again. This time his cock head hit
her cervix just as her nose buried in Langston’s pubic hair.
Marsha was prepared this time and breathing calmly through her
nose. She held her face buried in Langston’s crotch waiting for
Cassius’ precum to soften up her cervix. Soon her cervix opened
and Cassius cock head forced it’s way into her womb.

Once her cervix was loosened up, Cassius began thrusting his cock
in and out of it, keeping it open as he increased the tempo of
his fucking. Soon he was pulling his cock nearly out of her and
slamming it back into her womb. Marsha remained frozen, her moans
muffled by the foot long cock down her throat. Her pussy was
gripping and quivering around the hard shaft sliding in and out
of her pussy. She wondered not for the first time how such a big
penis could possibly be doing this to her pussy without hurting
her. Langston’s pubic hairs tickled her nose as she inhaled his
scent and she came, explosively.

For the next fifteen minutes she came five more times while
Cassius fucked her from behind. She managed to gain some control
over her torso back. Enough that she was able to pull back so
that she could suck Langston properly. Langston helped by bucking
his hips, letting his cock do most of the work. Cassius was
getting close. She could feel his cock stretching her pussy out
even farther as it swelled. He buried it in her womb and pulled
back, but the crown around his cock head caught on her cervix. It
was stuck. He could only move his cock an inch or so and that’s
what he did. Marsha’s own pussy trembled around the mighty shaft,
squeezing it, pulling it inward, milking the cum from it. Cassius
suddenly bellowed like a bull and his cum began filling her womb.
Hot seed filled her womb, inflating it like a balloon, his semen
had nowhere to go until his softening cock was able to pull back
through her cervix and his sperm flowed after it colliding with
the semen his cock was still ejaculating with force.

Cassius didn’t pull all the way out though and his cock hadn’t
finished cumming. Jet after jet of semen filled her and
afterwards Marsha swore she had never had an orgasm last so long.
She came and continued cumming with each squirt of his cock.
Cassius’ cock quit spurting, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he
just slowly worked it around inside her keeping it half hard.
Marsha turned her attention to making Langston cum now that her
own orgasms had passed. She bobbed her head rapidly, raising one
hand off the ground to knead his balls and stroke the base of his
shaft. Her efforts were rewarded and soon Langston’s rod was
shooting it’s load down her throat, filling her mouth twice as
she gulped as fast as she could. He yanked back until his cock
plopped out of her mouth and it shot a final blast across her
forehead, into her hair, and several drops even splattered on her
back.

Langston stroked his cock while sliding himself underneath her.
“Come on cougar. Time to ride this black panther,” he growled. He
worked his way under her in the cramped shed. Cassius helped
raise her hips up as Langston’s still hard cock slid down her
belly, the head striking her brown bush. His shaft rubbed against
Cassius’ shaft and both their scrotum’s pressed together. Then
with a yank, Cassius’s cock pulled free of her pussy, his cum
followed it, pouring out of her vagina and flowing down
Langston’s shaft before it replaced Cassius’ cock in her pussy.
Cassius’ semen squirted from her pussy as Langston’s cock
displaced it. Marsha moaned as she began riding the long shaft.
It didn’t fill her as much as Cassius’ thicker cock had, but
Langston’s larger cock head felt just as good sliding up and down
inside her.

Four hands held Marsha’s hips and pulled her down into Langston’s
lap as they ground their crotches together. One pair of hands
left her hips and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks open.
Cassius’ big knob almost immediately pressed against her anus.
Marsha squealed in pleasure as it pushed past her rectum and
forced it’s way insider her ass.

Marsha came and came again. She lost count of the number of
orgasms the two black men gave her. Their shafts fought for room
insider her. She could feel the two rods pushing and sliding
against teach other with only a small layer of flesh to separate
them. They knew what they were doing and she wondered if they’d
done this before, but what were the odds of that? The orgasms had
left her weakened. The black men held her body up so that they
could do most of the work. Langston bucked off the cement,
thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy while Cassius held
himself over them both like he was doing a pushup. They
alternated slamming both their cocks in deep at the same time
then switched to alternating so that she always had one cock
buried inside her.

Both black men came at the same time, but Marsha was nearly
comatose and barely aware of it. Cassius flooded her bowels with
semen and then yanked his cock free to shoot wad after wad of cum
on her ass and back with some even reaching her hair. Langston’s
cock flooded her womb again and then it somehow slipped from her
pussy. How, she couldn’t figure out, but guessed Cassius must
have given one last forceful thrust that pushed her forwards. As
Langston’s cock was freed from her pussy, His hot seed splattered
on her belly and sprayed against the bottoms on her dangling
ponderous breasts before it started dripping down on to his
muscular chest. He didn’t like that and immediately started
wiggling free.

Marsha moaned in pure contentment as she listened to the two men
dress. She was still on the floor, head down against her crossed
arms, ass thrust up in the air as the two men left the shed
without so much as a thank you or goodbye. The door opened again
a few minutes later and she assumed one had come back to thank
her or bring her a clean towel, but instead one had come back to
fuck her again. A fat cock head pushed against her messy labia,
entering her and quickly increasing pace until it was fucking
her. It felt different, not as utterly massive as Cassius nor
thinner with a thick head like Langston’s. Marsha pushed herself
off the floor to look back at the man fucking her. The black man
winked at her. It was Langston’s replacement bartender. He fucked
her hard and her body responded pushing back into his thrusts and
having several more orgasms. She was willingly fucking a strange
black man whose name she didn’t even know. Soon her womb was
flooded by a third black man’s sperm. He pulled his cock out and
shot it‘s last few wads on her messy labia and thighs. “You’re
one hot mama,” he said, smacking her ass with the flat of his
palm, thanking her in his own way. He left almost immediately.

Marsha shook her head trying to clear it. She forced herself to
her feet, looking down at her body. She was a complete mess.
Gooey sperm ran down her face, matted her hair, dripped of her
breasts, and a rivulet flowed from her anus to join with one
pouring from her pussy to splatter against the floor. Globs of
sperm slid down her belly and she could feel the same thing
happening on her back. She had nothing to clean herself off with
but the crusty towel and it was too nasty to even consider.

Marsha put her bikini on and stepped out of the shed and into the
fading light of day. The third man who had fucked her without
telling her his name was giving Langston a high five. Langston
must have covered the bar for him. Langston quickly turned and
left leaving the pool while the strange black man retuned behind
the bar and started mixing drinks for a half dozen people seated
at the bar. Their eyes all turned to stare at her, opening wider,
brows raising, heads looking her up and down while mouths fell
open.

She silently walked past them, cursing when she realized she
hadn’t brought a change of clothes. She couldn’t get on the
elevator like this or walk down the hotel’s hallways, but she did
have a towel. Marsha stepped over to the side of the pool and
jumped in, kicking off to swim underwater to the other side.

“Pool’s closed, lady,” yelled the black bartender that had fucked
her ten minutes ago as she emerged from under the water. She
wiped water from her eyes to see him shaking his finger at her.
She swam back to her side and used a ladder to climb from the
pool. The dip had helped, but sperm tended to clump up when wet
and she had dozens of small to large white balls stuck to her
skin. Marsha wrapped the towel around her and hurried back to her
room. Several passersby gave her curious glances, but none stared
to long.

After nearly a forty minute shower, Marsha finally felt clean.
She walked bowlegged, naked from the bathroom and collapsed on
her bed, falling quickly asleep. She was woken up some time later
to find her daughter standing over her. Beth helped her get under
the covers. Her daughter tucked her in, gave her a kiss on the
forehead, and soon Marsha Dutton was fast asleep again.

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

Day Ten

Bethany got up, showered, and dressed. Her mother didn’t stir and
Beth wondered what she had gotten herself into last night that
left her so worn out. Beth was exhausted herself. After her
encounter with Sharpspeare, she had met Ann for dinner, their
mother being AWOL and leaving her cell phone in the hotel room.
They met Bruce and Simon at the Addis Abba Bar and after one
drink hurried up to Ann’s room where the two Dutton sisters each
took a man, swapping in the middle of the night.

But that was last night. Today was about the pageant. The Miss
Universe Organization was doing a dry run through tomorrow’s
events. Beth gathered up her bikini and lingerie and headed for
the grand auditorium where the pageant would be held tomorrow
night. Beth joined in with a crowd of several dozen other teen
girls. Many were chatting, looking exited. Several wished her
luck and one even hugged her like they were the best of friends.
Beth hadn’t gotten to know any of them well and felt a bit like
she had missed out on the camaraderie, though there wasn’t
anything she would have changed about the past week.

As the remaining girls arrived (and an embarrassingly large
number arrived late), they were led backstage to put their
evening gowns on for the opening number. Beth did well. The song
and dance routine wasn’t too complex. After that, the girls were
all wearing their bikinis under their gowns. They stripped their
gowns off, replaced their sashes and followed the lineup for the
swimsuit competition.

They were given a break for lunch and Beth returned to her room,
surprised to find her mom was still asleep. She awoke the groggy
Marsha Dutton and gave her a run down of practice so far. Marsha
took a quick shower and returned to the auditorium with Bethany
to watch and critique her daughter’s performance during the rest
of the day.

The contestants dressed in their lingerie and did the parade down
the stage. Only half the girls would be in the lingerie
competition, but since they wouldn’t know who progressed until
tomorrow, all the girls had to practice. Solomon King and some
men from his organization had watched the swimsuit completion
from the audience. Even more showed up to watch the lingerie
competition. The contestants were dismissed to return to their
rooms or elsewhere to work on the talent competition. They
weren’t allowed to practice before the other contestants for fear
the information might be used against them.

Beth had “I believe the children are the future,” down to a
science, but Marsha made her sing through it half a dozen times
anyway. When she had finished Ann showed up and the Dutton women
went out to dinner again. Ann wanted to go out with Beth again
after dinner, but Marsha wouldn’t have none of it. Marsha and
Beth returned to their room and went to sleep early.

Day Eleven, Pageant Day

The next morning, Beth sat facing her mom at breakfast.
“Nervous?” asked Marsha.

“Yes, but not too bad.”

“Anything you need to practice?”

“No mom, I think I’m ready. I’d just like to relax by the pool
today.”

“Sounds good,” said Marsha. Beth noticed her mom’s eyes glance
over her shoulder and look past her. She turned her head to see
what her mom was staring at to see a large black man making his
way towards them. “Oh oh,” said her mom. “I wonder what this is
about?”

“Beats me,” replied Beth.

The man came up to them. It was the casino manager. He was well
dressed in a tailored suit. “Miss Dutton?”

“Yes,” answered Marsha.

“I mean Miss Dutton, Miss Teen Idaho,” said the man, bowing his
head at Marsha in an apology.

“That’s me,” piped in Beth, meekly and fighting the urge to
glance down at the man’s crotch. She saw her mom was glancing
down out of the corner of her eye.

“Mr. King would like to see you in his office.”

Marsha suddenly sat up straight in alarm. “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Dutton. Mr. King merely wishes to speak with
Miss Bethany Dutton. If you’re available now Miss Dutton?”

“Uh… Ok, yeah sure, I guess,” stuttered Beth, suddenly wishing
she had dressed a little better. She was wearing sweat pants and
a tank top.

“I want to go to,” said her mom.

“Mr. King only requested the current Miss Idaho, Mrs. Dutton. Mr.
King gets what he asks for.”

“Alright, but tell Mr. King, if I hear anything inappropriate
happened, I’ll be filing a complaint with the Pageant board and
I’m already thinking about filing one because of the outrageous
changes to this competition like private meetings with judges and
putting teen girls in lingerie. Absurd!”

“Mrs. Dutton, I manage the hotel and casino. I know nothing of
the Miss Teen USA contest other then that I had to put aside over
fifty rooms, free up my main theater, and make sure teen girls
stayed off the gaming floor. I suggest you take your complaints
up with the pageant board or Mrs. Trump-King. Now if you’ll
excuse us.”

“Beth, let me know what this is about,” said Marsha.

“Alright, mom.” Beth stood and followed the giant man to the
lobby and behind the staff area. A massively obese man stood
guard outside the door to a large office with a “manager” sign on
the door. The obese black man knocked once on the door before
opening it for Beth. The hotel manager held his hand pointed at
the open door and walked away as Beth entered.

Beth had been filled with trepidation wondering if King had found
out about her code of conduct since arriving in Atlantic City.
She sighed with relief when she entered the office. Solomon King
was working behind the desk, signing papers, and tapping at a
computer, but what calmed her down was the sight of her sister
Ann standing beside the handsome black man, grinning at her.

“Mr. King, this is my sister, Bethany,” said Ann.

King looked up, a broad smile spreading across his face causing
his goatee to turn up. “Bethany, a pleasure,” he said, rising and
extending his hand.

Beth’s hand disappeared inside his massive black one and she
shivered at his touch. He held her hand for half a minute,
staring into her eyes and smiling at her. “Ugh- you to, sir.”

“You must be wondering why I requested this meeting,” he said,
still holding her hand and leading her over to a well cushioned
chair in front of the desk. He released her hand and leaned back
against the desk, crossing his muscular arms.

Unfortunately, this pose lined his bulge up with Bethany’s eyes
and she had to fight not to stare at it. “Yes, sir, I’m a little
nervous.”

“Why? You haven’t done anything wrong have you, Miss Dutton?”
King’s eyes narrowed and he stared sternly into her eyes.

Bethany found herself trembling under his gaze. If she hadn’t
been seated, she would have fallen to her feet before him,
kissing his crotch begging for forgiveness. “No sir,” she
whispered, fighting the urge to confess everything to him.

King threw his bald head back and laughed. “Relax Bethany. This
meeting has nothing to do with the pageant. Ann has served me
well for five years now and my organization is always looking for
new talent. Beth, I’d like to offer you a job.”

“A job!” Beth’s eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to fall to
her feet before him and kiss his crotch to thank him.

“Yes Beth. Do you have any plans to go to college or have any
other jobs lined up?”

“No, I was hoping to get into modeling.”

“Excellent, models are exactly what I’m looking for and
actresses. Can you act?”

“Not sure, but I could give it a try, sir.” The thought of
modeling had always intrigued Beth, but she’d been told she was
too buxom to model. Ann had managed to get some modeling
assignments when she moved to New York, but had turned to making
adult films to pay the bills. The thought of her sister’s career
choice made Beth frown. “What would I be doing?” she asked, still
frowning.

Solomon King was still smiling, but his brow furrowed. “Exactly
what Ann does for me, Beth. You’d be posing for interracial
spreads and making interracial movies.”

“Jesus Christ!” Beth slapped her palm across her mouth at her
blasphemy. She removed her palm. “You want me to make pornos? For
you?”

“Yes Beth. I see in you the potential to be as big a star as your
sister and not directly for me, but for a subsidiary not directly
affiliated with King Enterprises, E&I Enterprises.”

“It pays very well Beth,” added Ann. “Solomon is a very generous
boss. We might even get to work together.”

Beth stared at her sister in horror. Ann had recommended her for
a job in the porn industry! “Ann, how could you?”

Solomon slowly unfolded his arms and stood up off the desk. “I’m
sorry Miss Dutton. Ann told me that you really loved a big black
cock.”

Beth shook her head in feigned denial. “That’s not true.”

“Well I guess I’m disappointed then.’ Solomon put his hands in
his pockets drawing Beth’s eyes back to the bulging crotch of his
expensive Italian tailored suit pants. “Ann seemed to think that
it was true. She told me that you behaved like a complete slut at
the sight of a big black cock.” Beth kept staring at his bulge
watching it twitch and swell. She sucked her lower lip into her
mouth as she stared at it. Sweat began to bead on her forehead.
“I’m offering to pay you and pay you generously for doing
something that you love, Miss Dutton. How many people can say
that?”

“I can’t,” she croaked.

Solomon’s hands moved out of his pockets and over to his belt.
They began to unfasten his belt as she watched. He wasn‘t taking
his cock out was he, she thought? Solomon King‘s a married man, a
newlywed even. “Too bad. I heard you really knew how to treat a
hard black cock.” He began unbuttoning his pants and pulling the
zipper down.

“Ann, how could you tell him that,” whispered Beth, still
mesmerized by the movements of King’s hand.

“She didn’t Beth,” said Solomon, reaching under white
overstretched briefs and grasping the monster they contained.
“Lester Nibelung told me,” he continued, adding after Beth’s
gasp, “And two of my porters, Bruce and Simon, and my good close
personal friend, the Reverend Al Sharpspeare.” Beth gasped again,
but this time it was at the sight of Solomon’s hard black cock.

“Magnificent isn’t it,” said Ann, leaning down to stare at King’s
cock. It jutted out a good foot from his crotch, a perfectly
streamlined black cock. Ann leaned closer and Beth noticed her
sister‘s nostrils flare as she took a big whiff of it. “It’s not
the biggest I’ve seen, but I swear it’s the best. Oh god Bethany,
you should taste his cum. It’s so rich and delicious. God, I’m
going to cum just thinking about it.” Ann held her fist up to her
mouth and bit her index finger, staring at the black cock
lustfully.

“Can you honestly tell me you don’t want this cock?’ asked
Solomon, waving the big head under her nose.

Beth’s eyes followed the swaying cock head. “I do want it,” she
whispered as if talking to the long black penis itself.

“Take the job, Beth,” said Ann.

Beth leaned forwards and Solomon stopped moving his cock. He held
it still for her and she kissed the head, looking up at him.
Beth’s lips parted and her tongue flickered out to twirl around
the head. “I do want it,” she said, louder this time. “I want the
cock and the job.”

Beth parted her lips to take it in her mouth, but Solomon pulled
back. “Not until you sign a contract with me,” he said. Beth saw
movement off to her right. Ann was holding out a multi-page
document and a pen. Beth grabbed the pen and sprawled her
signature on several lines. “Excellent,” said Solomon.

“Oh goody.” Ann clapped her hands before taking the contract back
from her sister. “We’re going to have such great fun together
Beth. You won’t regret it.”

Beth looked up at her new boss as she took his cock head in her
mouth and began to suck. He smiled down at her. “Welcome to E&I
Enterprises,” he said. “Now suck that black cock, slut.”

Twenty minutes later Solomon’s big beautiful black cock was
pumping his hot seed down her throat. He pulled back and Beth had
to agree with Ann, it was the best sperm she’d ever tasted.
Solomon pulled his cock out and jerked the shaft over Beth’s
outstretched tongue. Beth wanted to smack her whore of a sister
when Ann fell to her feet and quickly licked up the long strand
of semen dangling from Solomon’s cock head. “It’s been so long
since I tasted you, Solomon,” murmured Ann, running her tongue
around her lips, savoring his taste.

“Take your clothes off Beth,” ordered Solomon, ignoring Ann.

Beth stripped before him. She was delighted to see his cock go
from pointing slightly down to rising back up as she removed her
bra and panties. “Oh yes,” she sighed, when Solomon reached out
to caress her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. He pulled on
her nipples, forcing her to follow him to the front of the desk.
Solomon lifted her up on the desk and she opened her legs as he
moved between them.

“Fuck me instead, Solomon,” begged Ann, staring at Solomon’s
immense cock lining up with her sister’s pussy.

“Shut up,” he barked, “but come here.” Ann walked around the desk
to stand beside her boss. “Grab my cock.”

“Hurry,” moaned Beth. “I need you in me.”

“Feed my cock to your sister’s pussy,” King told Ann.

Beth looked at the jealous stare on her sister’s face and then
her eyes roamed down to her sister’s hand, grasping the base of
Solomon’s 12” cock. Ann bent the shaft over so that the head
pressed against Beth’s soaked labia. Beth squealed as Ann raised
and lowered the head over Beth’s slit and then Solomon was
pressing forward, his cock head slipping inside her. Ann let go
of his shaft as he began to fuck Beth.

For the next thirty minutes Beth screamed things to Solomon
between her orgasms. “Fuck me.” “I am a slut.” “I do love black
cocks.” “I love your big black cock.” “I love you Mr. King.”
“Don’t ever stop fucking me.” “I’ll do anything you want,
master.”

“Give me a baby,” she finally screamed as Solomon’s hot sperm
flooded her womb. Beth’s period had just ended before she hooked
up with Simon so she wasn’t at her most fertile, but one could
still hope. Beth stared down as Solomon removed all but the head
of his cock. He ran his fist along his shaft making sure that
every drop of his seed was in her pussy before pulling it out and
the now familiar flow of a black man’s seed draining from her
pussy began to drip down the desk. “You were so right about his
cock, Ann,” sighed Beth, looking over and staring in shock at her
sister. Ann was naked and seated on the cushioned chair, playing
with her clit as she watched Solomon fuck Beth. She still had a
jealous look on her face. Moisture covered the leather under her
pussy from where Ann had cum multiple times.

“I’d love to fuck that sweet ass of yours, but I’m saving up for
tonight,” said Solomon, dressing.

“Tonight?” asked Beth, slowly rising from the table.

“Ann, tell her about tonight,” ordered Solomon.

“All new employees of E&I Enterprises are invited to a party
after the pageant,” said Ann as she also dressed.

“That’s most of the pageant,” Solomon added, grinning and winking
at Beth. “Why don’t you bring that fine looking mother of yours
along too.”

“Alright, sure,” said Beth.

“Now get out of here, both of you.” Solomon fixed his tie. “I got
work to do.”

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

Marsha noticed the dazed look on her daughter’s face as Beth
found her by the pool. “What happened? What did he want?”

Beth shook her head as if to clear it. “He offered me a… Mom!
What are you wearing?”

“It’s my new bikini dear. Now tell me what happened.”

“Solomon King offered me a job working for him.”

“He did?” Marsha was astonished. That was the last thing she
expected to hear from her daughter. She half expected that
Solomon was kicking Beth out of the pageant because he had found
out Marsha had fucked Marcus Black, one of the judges. “You
didn’t agree did you? You didn’t sign anything?”

“I did.” Instead of letting her mom knock her down, Beth stood up
straight,

“Bethany Dutton, I’m not only your mother, but I’m your manager.
You don’t sign anything until I go over it.”

“It’s my decision mother and I made the right one. Ann told me to
sign it.”

“Ann was there?” Marsha looked at her daughter and was proud to
see the beautiful young woman she had blossomed into. Her bikini
was too small and inappropriate, but then Marsha looked down at
her own bikini and if anything it revealed even more skin then
Beth’s overstretched bikini. “I guess if Ann thought it was a
good deal.”

“She did, mom. Ann’s worked with Mr. King for a while and she
enjoys her job and she trusts him.”

“Then I’m happy for you.” Marsha stood off the cot and rose to
her feet. “And I’m proud of you.” She embraced her daughter and
they heard a man whistle at the sight of the two buxom women
hugging, but they ignored him. “And I guess it could be worse.
You could have gotten a job in Ann’s other line of business
rather then working for a powerful man like Mr. King.

“Ah… yes, thanks mom,” said Beth. “Oh and by the way, Mr. King
invited us to an after party tonight on the penthouse level.”

“Sounds fun.“ Marsha stepped back and sat back down on her cot.
“Two hours before you have to start getting ready. Lets get some
sun and then head back to the room.”

Three hours later, Ann met Marsha and Beth just as they were
leaving their room. Marsha and Ann were nicely dressed, but Beth
just wore a sweat shirt and pants as she’d be changing and
getting her hair done backstage at the pageant.

The three Duttons walked to the elevator, took it down to the
casino floor and skirted the casino as they headed to the grand
theater. “Good luck,” said Marsha, hugging her daughter tightly.

“Good luck,” said Ann, the next to hug her sister.

“Thank you,” said Beth, joining a throng of other girls heading
back stage.

Marsha and Ann played some slots waiting for the pageant to
begin. When the doors opened and seating began, they sat beside
each other, applauding as the host came out and the orchestra
started playing. The two women applauded loudly as the evening
gown competition started with a song and dance number before the
contestants were introduced and Bethany’s name was announced. 
The contestants smiled and waved as they marched off the stage.
No sooner then the final girl had left the stage, then the first
girl was marching back on stage in her bikini followed by the
next.

“Unusual,” said Marsha.

“What’s that mom?”

“They don’t usually have every contestant in a bikini during the
telecast.”

“I know,” agreed Ann. “For my show it was only the top fifteen.”

“And such small bathing suits,” said Marsha, shaking her head. “I
believe their sashes are even smaller to show off their bodies
more.”

The girls paraded by and took their positions on stage, sides
angled to the crowd with one leg extended out and one hand on
their hips. The host held up his cards. “As I call your name,
step forward,” he said into the microphone.

Marsha and Ann held hands, tightly together as they waited in
anticipation. They squealed and hugged when Beth’s name was
called. 25 girls stepped forward to proceed to the next round.

The contestants disappeared from the stage to prepare for the
next round. The host strolled forward and began introducing the
judges. Each judge stood and waved when their name was called.
Marsha felt the color drain from her face as she realized that
she had actually had sex with two of the judges. Her pussy
quivered when Marcus Black stood and waved. He made a muscle when
the host told the audience he was the owner of Black’s Gym.
Sharpspeare was next. He got a laugh when he also made a muscle
almost as impressive as Marcus’, before leaning into his
microphone and saying, “I workout in God’s Gym.”

Round three started. It was a new contest and one Marsha had the
most objections to. 25 teen girls marched out on stage in skimpy
lingerie. Men in the audience stared and the crowd grew quiet.
“Disgusting,” said Marsha. “I wouldn’t like it if the Miss
Universe and Miss USA Pageants were wearing…”

“They will be mom,” interrupted Ann. “Starting this year.”

“Well they shouldn’t, but at least they’re adults. These are
teenagers! It’s disgusting.” Marsha wrinkled up her face.

“It’s brilliant,” said Ann, continuing when her mother looked at
her in surprise. “Think about it. These pageants have been losing
money and network ratings for years. What male wouldn’t want to
see 50 gorgeous women marching around in tiny bikinis are half
that many showing off their bodies in sexy lingerie. Think how
popular the Hidden Closet fashion show is every year. By
partnering with Hidden Closet, Solomon King is probably going to
set ratings records for this pageant. It’s pure genius.”

“You’re probably right and maybe making the pageants a little
sexier will save them from disappearing altogether, but teenagers
in lingerie? It’s inappropriate.”

Ann hugged her mom again when Beth’s name was called to proceed
to the next round. Beth stepped forward. Her large bosom was
squeezed together by a tight white lacy bra. The panties were
lacy and sheer. A garter belt encircled her waist held her white
nylons up by white straps. The next girl was called. She was
wearing a green baby doll teddy. The third girl had more modest
bra and panties, but then she was under eighteen. Ten contestants
were picked for the next round.

There was a short break in which the MC listed the prizes each
contestant got as well as the winners. They showed a brief review
of the activities of the previous year’s Miss Teen USA winner.

The talent competition started and Bethany was the third to go.
She came out on stage again in her evening gown and did a good
job with her song. As she crooned, “I believe the children are
the future,” the screen behind her showed poor black teen boys in
orange prison jumpsuits, selling drugs in the streets, or wearing
gang colors before switching over to this years charity the King
Rehabilitation Centers. Muscular black teenagers were shown
working out, being trained by a black drill instructor, studying
before books and a computer. Bethany ended her song and the crown
applauded, but she wasn’t quite good enough. Her name wasn’t
called when the next five winners were announced. Bethany took it
well, smiling and waving at the audience as she walked off stage.


Marsha and Ann slowly applauded. The rest of the show went
swiftly. The host did a brief presentation on the King
Rehabilitation Centers. They had an 83% success rate with their
fitness and education programs. A website was given for viewers
wanting to donate to it. The five remaining contestants came out
one by one and each one was asked two questions by two of the
five judges. “Lets go,” whispered Ann, leaning over to her mom.

Marsha nodded and the two Dutton women made their way down the
aisle. They didn’t even hear who the winner was. They were
allowed backstage where they saw Beth. She ran into her mother’s
arms. “Bethany, you were wonderful,” said Marsha, stroking her
hair. “I’m sorry you didn’t win.”

Beth wasn’t crying. “That’s alright mom. This has been the best
week of my life in more ways then one.” Beth opened her embrace
enough to motion for Ann to join them and all three Dutton women
hugged tightly. “Hey and I was in the top ten.”

“Better then I did,” said Ann. “I was fifteenth.”

“I was third,” bragged Marsha.

Beth laughed. “Well family, I believe we have a party to get
ready for.”

“I’ll meet you at your room,” said Ann.

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

An hour later Beth was sitting on her mom‘s bed when Marsha
stepped out of her bathroom. She tried to pull the hem of her
dress further down her thigh. “I’m way too old for this,” she
said, slipping her feet into black high heels.

Beth looked her mom up and down. “Mom, you look fantastic.”
Marsha was wearing a strapless little black dress.

“You too, dear,” said Marsha, looking her daughter up and down.

Beth curtsied. She hadn’t brought anything so fancy on this trip,
but she had pulled on a spaghetti strap flower print dress that
fell to her knees, but showed off a lot of cleavage.

There was a knock on the door and Marsha opened it. “Good god
Ann! What are you wearing?”

Beth peaked around her mom, curious to see what her more daring
sister was wearing. Ann also had a little black dress on, but her
dress had a lot cut out of it. There were slits along her waist,
breasts, hips, and thighs, showing off a lot of skin. Her entire
flat belly was visible. “I like to make an entrance,” said Ann,
“But don’t worry, I don’t plan on wearing it for long.”

“Why, are you taking a change of clothes?” asked Marsha.

“You’ll see,” said Ann to her mom before winking at Beth
conspiratorially.

The three Duttons boarded the elevator and rode it up to the
penthouse. They were the only ones on the elevator as it climbed
the spire of the Nubian King casino. When the elevator stopped on
the top floor, the doors opened and a massive black man in a King
security uniform blocked their way. “Dayumn!” He said, looking
the three women up and down. “You three got invitations?”

Ann held out two large golden tickets. “Here you go. This is for
me and my sister. Mr. King asked me to bring along my mother
here.”

“Alright,” he nodded, stepping aside. “You’re Ann Dutton, ain’t
ya?”

“I am,” said Ann, smiling.

“I’m a huge fan of your work Miss Dutton. “Come take care of me
before the party’s over.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Ann. She leaned over to Beth and whispered so
that her mom couldn’t hear. “As employees of E&I, we’re required
to service any black employee who asks us.”

“Any?” Beth frowned as she whispered back.

“Anyone from Mr. King to a janitor to a security guard. We live
to service their needs and in turn our needs get taken care of.”

“Is that moaning?” asked Marsha stepping out of the elevator.

The guard laughed. “You can use the crates for your clothes,” he
told them.

Marsha looked confused. Crates were stacked four high and fifteen
long along the hall. About half had clothing folded up inside
them with shoes sitting on the clothes. “Why would we… Ann,
what’s going on?”

Ann let her skimpy dress fall to her feet. She picked it up,
folded it, and placed her dress in an empty crate. She wasn’t
wearing a bra so she just bent over slipped her panties down,
placing her underwear and heels on the dress in the crate.

“What the hell?” said Marsha, staring past her nude daughter as
one of the casino’s cocktail waitresses walked out the door of
one room and into another. She was wearing a cheetah print
loincloth, heels, and nothing else. Her big DD’s bounced before
her as she carried a tray filled with champagne glasses.

The guard was looking at Ann’s nude body. “Fuck that. I want you
now. Take my cock out and suck it.”

“Gladly, sir,” replied Ann, dropping to her knees, undoing the
guards pants and pulling out a fat eleven inch cock. “You’re my
first of the night, so I got plenty of energy.” She kissed his
cock head before starting to suck his cock.

Beth and Marsha watched in shock. Ann had warned Beth that these
parties got a little wild, but judging by the noise coming from
the three penthouse suites, this was a full blown orgy. Beth
looked up as a naked giant of a black man entered the hall.
Marsha didn’t see him as he came up behind her and cupped her
tits. She jumped in surprise, but soon was leaning back into him
as he kissed her neck. Beth watched in amazement as the black man
slowly stripped off her mom’s dress and then her underwear. She
just threw her dress wadded up into a crate and followed the
black man to one of the rooms.

“Fo gurod’s sakes, gurlge Beth, gurg haf some fufn,” said Ann,
sperm dripping out of her mouth.

Beth nodded and stripped off her own dress. She folded hers and
carefully placed it in a crate. By the time she had turned
around, Ann was gone and the guard was blocking the newly arrived
elevator. Beth walked nude down the hall to the nearest open
door. She saw three of her fellow contestants in the elevator
handing the guard three golden tickets.

Beth walked into the first room and almost bumped into three nude
black men holding up their champagne glances in a toast. “Well,
well, well, what have we here?” said one. “A big titted white
girl that wants to suck our dicks,” said another. Beth never
found out their names, but she called them 10, 11, and 12 based
on their cock sizes. She sucked all three, stroking the two she
wasn’t sucking. 11 shoved his cock down her throat until his
balls slapped her chin and filled her belly full of cum. She
never got to taste him. She tasted all of 12. He had her jerk his
cock while sucking just the head, laughing at her as she choked
on his seed and it ran down her chin. 10 to his embarrassment
came while she was jerking him, but he made sure he blasted her
face and breasts with his cum.

Beth stood, sperm dripping down her breasts and chin. “Thanks for
letting me suck you,” she told them before she wandered off. She
needed to find a bathroom to clean up. She passed another
contestant laying on her back across a table while Simon plowed
her pussy with his superior cock. Her head was thrown back and
King’s lawyer Reginald Jordan had his cock shoved down her
throat. Simon winked at her when he noticed Beth walk past.

They had arrived at the party around eleven and Beth noticed a
clock showed that it was now midnight. Ann had warned her that
these parties lasted until dawn. She stepped into the bathroom
and was no sooner soaping sperm off her body under the shower
then the curtain was pulled back and a handsome black man joined
her. He reached out and squeezed her breasts. Beth’s eyes widened
in surprise. “You’re Max Johnson?” She’d seen him in the movie
“Jamie Goes Black earlier that week.

“That’s right slut,” he told her, lifting her up by her ass and
lowering her down over his perfectly straight 14” cock. “Jaime
and I are here on our honeymoon.”

“Oh god, fuck me, Max” she cried as inch after inch impaled her
needy pussy.

“I like this tight white pussy,” said Max. “Solomon hire you?”

“Yes,” said Beth both answering him and crying out as she
orgasmed.

“I’ll have to ask him to sign you over to me. I own Cockbreakers
studio in LA. You wanna work for me doncha, slut?”

“Yes! Yes, anything you want, just fuck me,” screamed Bethany as
she orgasmed again.

Forty-five minutes later, Beth was still under the shower,
stooping and trying to scoop Max’s sperm from her pussy. He had
wandered off leaving her alone to clean up. Finally, feeling
clean, Beth exited the shower and was about to turn it off when a
voice said, “Leave it on.” Beth turned to see a dazed looking
teen girl covered in sperm. She was one of the contestants, but
Beth didn’t recognize her. The girl passed her and stepped into
the shower as Beth toweled herself dry.

Beth wandered nude through the room. She paused at the entrance
to the main bedroom in the suite. Jaime Jennison, the porn star
was on the bed with three black men. Large black cocks were
shoved in each hole. “My wife’s been with hundreds of men, but
she used to refuse having sex with black men,” whispered a voice
in her ear. Beth turned around to see Max was standing beside her
again. She felt guilty for spying on his wife then immediately
realized how stupid that thought was. “I was her first black
man.” Max took Beth’s hand and moved it over to his stiff cock.
She grabbed the huge shaft and started stroking it. “Once she had
that cock in her, she married me, signed her studio over to me,
and now she only fucks black men both on camera and in real life.
How about you?” Max started pulling back.

“Only black men,” Beth murmured. She never released his cock from
her grip and he led her over to a nearby couch. “I’m only going
to fuck black men from now on,” she promised.

“Good. Now bend over that couch and spread those ass cheeks.”

Beth was soon screaming as Max fucked her ass. Soon a foot long
black cock appeared bobbing before her face. She looked up to see
Sharpspeare grinning down at her as he shoved his cock in her
mouth. “Nice to see you again, Miss Dutton,” said Sharpspeare.
Max flooded her ass with semen a short time later and ten minutes
after that Beth was gulping down Sharpspeare’s cum. Both men
quickly left her still leaning over the couch and before she
could push herself to her feet, another black man was forcing his
cock into her ass. Beth never even saw his face. After he
finished, she quickly got off the couch before another black man
showed up. Her ass couldn’t hold any more sperm. Semen squished
around and leaked from her anus as she left the room.

Beth entered the hallway again. The party had grown some.
Everywhere she looked were black men having sex with white women
with a few other races mixed in. She entered the next suite and
slipped past two pretty contestants making out. One was blonde
and one was brunette. They were kissing and squeezing each others
breasts. A black man quickly grabbed them both and pushed them to
their knees. The two girls went from kissing each other to
fighting over the black man’s cock.

An older blonde woman was forced against a wall, her legs wrapped
around a black man’s waist as he fucked her standing up. He was
easily identifiable by the scary metal prosthetic and the white
burn scars on his body. Simon didn’t notice Beth’s stare, but the
woman moved her head, opened her eyes, and stared into Beth’s. It
was Solomon’s wife, Ivara King that Simon was fucking. Beth
hurried past, hoping for their sake, Solomon didn’t catch them,
but then Solomon wasn’t exactly faithful so why should his wife
be?

A moment later Beth ran into Solomon himself. He had one of the
contestants spread open legged on a table. His cock was lined up
with her pussy. Another black man had his hand on Solomon’s cock
and was guiding it into the young teen. “Join me Barak and it’ll
be your giant black cock fucking these white sluts,” said King.

Beth glanced at the black man. Nude, her eyes always went first
to see how big the black man’s cock was and for the first time,
she was disappointed. If anything he was smaller then her white
boyfriend’s. Maybe not, because this black man’s little penis
seemed to have shrunk and withdrawn up into the scrotum with
shame. His body wasn’t big and muscular either and he had big
ears. His face was dark brown, but he still looked pale. Sweat
beaded his forehead. “I have a wife,” he told Solomon.

“So do I,” replied King, laughing

The black man yanked his hand back from Solomon’s cock as it
pushed into the teen’s pussy. His hand was shaking. There was
something  familiar about the man. It quickly hit her. She’d seen
him last month on television giving a speech at the Democratic
National Convention. He was Senator Odama and he had a best
selling book out. The party seemed to think he was going places.
Now here he was a black man with a white man’s penis in a room
filled with hung black men. Something wasn’t right here. The
thought that something strange was going on tugged at Beth’s
brain. Or maybe all black men weren’t hung like horses?

She needed to pee and also to drain some of the cum from her ass
so Beth hurried to the room’s bathroom. She passed the next
bedroom and glanced in. Her sister was lying on her side, kissing
another woman, their breasts mashed together. Two black men were
behind the women fucking them from behind on their sides. Both
men were watching the girls make out as they fucked them. The one
fucking Ann was slamming his cock into her hard while the one
with the other girl was taking slow leisurely strokes.

Beth watched her sister for ten minutes, fully realizing that she
was getting a glimpse of her own future. The thought thrilled
her. She wanted to watch some more, but she really had to pee.
Apparently, so did the black man already in the bathroom. He
however, was standing in the tub, urinating on one of the pageant
contestant’s breasts as she squeezed them together. Pretty
disgusting, thought Beth, but at least that left the toilet free.
She sat down, empting her bladder and trying to squeeze some of
the sperm out of her ass. She couldn’t help but to stare at the
couple in the tub. “Pee on my tits,” cried the girl. The black
man looked indifferent and Beth realized that the girl was the
freaky one. After the black man had shaken the urine out of his
cock, the girl took it in her mouth and started sucking it to
full hardness.

Beth stared fascinated. The black man placed his hand on the
girl’s forehead and pushed her head back until his cock sprang
free. Beth looked up to see that he was staring at her. The black
man stepped out of the tub and walked over to Beth, guiding his
cock into her mouth. “Get lost,” he told the other girl now
staring at him in horror and jealousy. She rose to her feet
looking like she might cry. “I like this slut’s tits better,” he
explained.

“Fucking Idaho bitch,” screamed the girl, giving Beth the finger.
A passing black man suddenly scooped her up and threw her over
his shoulder, carrying her off. He obviously didn’t care about
the size of her tits.

Beth turned her attention to sucking the black man. “Hold off,”
he told her. “I want to fuck that sweet looking pussy and I’ve
already cum five times tonight.”

Beth’s mouth tried to follow his cock as he stepped back. He
switched places with her, putting the lid down and sitting on the
toilet. Beth straddled him and lowered herself down over his big
cock. She looked into his eyes as she impaled herself. She
recognized him. He was the casino’s stage magician. “You’re
Rondini?”

“Correction. I’m the Amazing Rondini. Now watch me make my cock
disappear.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her down until she
was completely impaled. “Great titties,” he said, kneading them.
“Big and white just the way I like them.” Rondini sucked and bit
at her nipples while she rode him to orgasm after orgasm. Two
white girls brushed past them and stepped into the shower. They
were still in the shower twenty minutes later when Rondini’s… the
Amazing Rondini’s sperm flooded Beth’s womb. He lifted her off
his shaft and without another word, joined the two girls in the
shower. Soon they were in each arm and he was kissing them both.
One was stroking his cock and it was rising to full hardness.

Beth wouldn’t have minded another shower, but it was too crowded
in this one. She left the bathroom and stepping around dozens of
couples fucking and sucking, she made her way back to the hall
and into another suite. This was as crowded as the last. A black
man and two white women were watching a scene in one bedroom.
Beth was curious and joined them, staring inside. The sight that
greeted her was both disgusting and amazing. An enormous black
man with layers of quivering fat covering his body was kneeling
on the bed, straddling a white woman. The only fat black man
she’d seen was Solomon’s bodyguard and it was indeed him. His
cock was an absolute monster, probably eighteen inches and the
thickest thing Beth had ever seen. It was way too big for a
woman’s pussy or mouth. Nor was the black man even trying. He was
fucking the woman’s thighs. He must have been sliding the shaft
across her labia because she was humping up against it. The end
of the enormous cock was sliding between the woman’s huge
familiar bosom. Familiar, because it resembled Beth’s and Ann’s
and the breasts that had breast fed her eighteen years ago.
Marsha Dutton was lying on her back getting titty fucked by an
eighteen inch black cock and she was crying.

“Mom! Are you alright,” said Beth, working her way into the room
past the voyeurs.

Marsha bent her head down and licked the giant bulbous cock head
every bit as big as  a baseball if not bigger. She lapped at it
every time the fat black man thrust it forwards. “It’s so big,
Beth,” cried Marsha, pausing to lick the head again and
continuing when he pulled back. “I can’t show it how much I love
it.” Marsha continued crying.

“You’re not doing too bad, Milf,” moaned the black man. “You is
about to gets me off.”

Beth stared at the cock as it swelled up. She moved around the
bed to stand facing her mom’s head, looking down her mom‘s body
and the enormous black cock that nearly took up her mom‘s entire
torso. She watched as the immense cock slid up so that her mom
could kiss it and then it retreated back into her mom’s breasts.
It slid up and it slid back. The urethra itself had to have been
over an inch long on the bulbous monster. The next time he pushed
it forwards, Beth leaned down slightly to get a closer look. The
long urethra appeared to have opened, like an eye. Beth quickly
stood up as the cock head exploded. A wave of milky white semen
fanned out from the huge cock head, covering her mom’s face and
then big fist-sized wads were flying over her mom’s head. One
caught Beth on the chin before she had stood up completely. Two
others hit her breasts. After that, they still came, but they
were smaller, splattering against her belly and crotch. The
peppering wads of semen quit reaching her, several falling on the
bed past her mom’s head or in her mom’s hair. The obese black man
not only covered Beth’s front in sperm, but he yanked his cock
back through her mom’s thighs and covered Marsha’s breasts and
belly with seed. Finally, he moved his immense bulk around her
mom and held the end of his cock out over her mouth. Sperm
continued dribbling out and her mom started lapping it up. Beth
licked the sperm around her own chin and was immediately jealous
of her mom. It was good, the richest she’d tasted, better even
then Solomon’s. She began scooping lumps of it off her breasts
and belly, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick off.

There was a smattering of applause from the crowd watching them
and then the onlookers moved off. Beth was dripping with cum and
really needed another shower. She left the room and was relieved
to find the bathroom empty. Beth rubbed soap all over her front,
swearing the fat black man’s semen must have been enough to fill
a two liter soda bottle.
Thirty minutes later, she felt clean enough to step out of the
shower, but no sooner had she left the bathroom, then she found
herself kneeling before five black men. She tried to touch them,
but they stepped back. All five started jerking their big black
cocks off while she watched, but they wouldn’t let her touch them
or suck them. She stared fascinated, turning her head not sure
which cock was her favorite. Their cocks grew and soon they were
cumming, strands of long white semen shooting out from two of
their cocks at first and then it was three cocks and then all
five were spraying their seed all over her body.

Beth was coated in sperm again. So much so that she had to wipe
it free of her eyes. When she reopened them, the men were gone.
Beth licked the sperm around her lips, climbed to her feet and
sighed as she went to take another shower.

After Beth had cleaned herself off yet again, she wandered around
to the next room. There she found her mom and sister again.
Marsha and Ann were sharing a bed, on all fours. Each had a black
man fucking them doggy style, while another black man had his
cock shoved down their throats.

Beth watched, wishing she could join them, but there wasn’t
enough room on the bed. A big black hand fell on her shoulder and
spun her around. She looked up into the piercing black eyes of a
dark skinned over muscled black giant. “Mr. Black,” she said.

“Idaho,” greeted Marcus Black. He pointed to another black giant
behind him. “This is my business partner, “Mr. Brown.” Mr. Brown
had adopted the bald head and goatee look that Solomon King had.

Beth nodded in greeting and then she glanced down wanting to see
how big their cocks were. “Oh my sweet Jesus!” she cried when she
saw them. Apart from the obese black bull that had titty fucked
her mom, Mr. Black and Mr. Brown had two of the biggest cocks
she’d seen. Brown’s was over a foot long, but incredibly thick,
maybe too thick. At least as big around as a plastic soda bottle.
Black’s wasn’t as thick, but it was wide and it was long,
probably fifteen inches. His testicles were as big as tennis
balls, but Brown’s were even bigger. “Those are two big cocks!”

“What, this little thing?” said Marcus and Brown erupted in
laughter. “Seeing as how there’s no room on the bed, Darren lay
down on the floor.”

Beth glanced over at the bed. The man her sister had been sucking
off was blasting a load of cum all over Ann’s face. A third man
had joined in with her mom and Marsha had a three holes plugged
by a black cock. She glanced down to see Brown was lying on his
back, holding her cock up for her. “That’s too thick,” she
mumbled.

“Get down there,” ordered Marcus. “You’ll be surprised how
elastic your pussy is.” Marcus placed his hand against her back
and started pushing her over to straddle Brown.

Darren Brown watched her stand over him and slowly lower her
crotch over his up thrust cock. Darren leaned up close to her
pussy and sniffed. She felt hurt when his nose crinkled up in
displeasure, but then he laid back down. Beth moaned as the big
head slid along her labia and then her lips were pushing inward
before slowly opening for the huge cock head. Darren placed his
hands on her hips and pulled her down.

“So thick!” she cried, loudly as inch after inch slowly
penetrated her. “I can take it!” she exclaimed in disbelief. Beth
was suddenly thrashing around from a large orgasm that caught her
off guard. She lost her balance and the remainder of his cock
shot it’s way up through her pussy to bang against her cervix.
Beth winced at the sudden pain, but her cervix was used to being
stretched out by now and Brown’s cock head pushed it’s way into
her womb.

“Feel that, you sexy big titted slut. That’s my cock in your
womb.”

“I feel it,” she moaned in both pain and pleasure, but the pain
part was fading and the pleasure part was growing.

“I’d love to put a baby in that womb,” he said, bucking his hips.
“Start riding that big black cock.”

“Oh Mr. Brown, you’re so thick,” screamed Beth bouncing up and
down in his lap. Her scream turned louder as it became an orgasm.


“I wanna knock you up so bad,” he said, reaching up and squeezing
her breasts. “Swell that white belly and see a black baby sucking
on these nipples.” He pinched them as he spoke.

“Do it,” cried Beth, looking him in the eyes. “Knock me up, Mr.
Brown.” Beth was caught up in the moment and wished he was about
to impregnate her.

“Fucking A, I would, but you ain’t ovulating.” His nose crinkled
up again distastefully.

“Shit Darren,” said Marcus stepping over his prone friend and
guiding the end of his cock into Beth’s mouth. She took the head
between her lips and licked it lovingly. “You knocked one up this
weekend already. How many of them do you want to impregnate?”

“All of them,” said Darren Brown, looking completely serious.

The two men quit talking and focused on the sex. Beth jerked half
Marcus’ shaft while sucking the head, but she couldn’t do it
justice while Darren’s cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.
Apparently Marcus didn’t think so either. He stepped away from
her and Beth was soon scrunching up her face as his huge cock
slowly entered her ass. The pressure of taking two such huge
cocks was immense, but she quickly got into it and started
cumming again. Darren was the first to cum. His huge coconut
balls contracted and Beth’s womb filled with so much sperm, her
belly started to bulge out to the point it hurt. His giant cock
head was stuck through her cervix and his semen had no where to
go.
He held his cock buried inside her while Darren started pumping
hard on her ass. She didn’t know how much she was taking, but it
felt like a foot of cock was sliding through her rectum. Soon
another huge load of jizz was filling her bowels.

Marcus pulled his cock out, his sperm welling to the top of her
anus until it began pouring down to drip on Brown’s balls. Darren
grabbed her hips and slowly lifted her off his prick. The bulge
under her belly button began deflating as his semen followed his
cock, pouring from her pussy as he flung her off him. Beth laid
on the floor exhausted.

She didn’t sleep long, but when she awoke, a fresh load of spunk
covered her face. Someone had apparently randomly jerked off over
her as she lay comatose. Her eyelids were covered in sperm and as
she tried to open them, the semen hanging from her lids turned an
orange and red colors. She closed and wiped her eyes clean of
sperm. When she reopened them she could see the light of a new
dawn pouring through the window of the room. Streaks of oranges,
reds, and purple filled the sky as the sun appeared over the sea.
Beth struggled to climb to her feet and stared out the window as
the new day began.
When she finally tore herself away from the sunrise, she began
wandering room to room through different suites to find her mom
and sister. Ann was in the hallway on the floor, asleep on a
black man, his cock still in her pussy. Beth shook her awake and
Ann smiled and winked at her. Ann rose off the black man’s cock
and the foot long shaft fell on his belly as it left Ann’s pussy.
It was completely hard and twitched as he slept. Sperm started
dripping down on it from where Ann stood straddling him.

The Dutton sisters passed a bed filled with black men and teen
girls to find their mom kneeling before the toilet in the
bathroom. Marsha looked dreadful, like a woman with the worst
hangover of her life. Only it wasn’t booze she was throwing up.
“I swallowed too much sperm,” she gagged.

“Been there, done that,” said Ann, pulling her mother to her
feet. The three Dutton women stood naked in the bathroom staring
at each other. All three were a mess. They had red eyes and puffy
cheeks. All three had sperm still leaking from their asses and
pussies. They had taken numerous showers all night so that their
hair clung to their heads and sperm covered them everywhere. It
matted the hair on their heads and crotches. It covered the
faces, breasts, and bellies both in the sticky, wet stage, and
the dried, flaky stage. “Lets clean up.”

Beth and Marsha nodded. Beth followed her mom and sister into the
cramped shower, their big breasts mashing and nude bodies
pressing against each other as they took turns under the spray of
water, helping each other clean up as best they could. It took a
good thirty minutes before they finally stepped out of the
shower.

The three women passed the bed as they left the bathroom. Two
black men and four teen girls filled the King sized bed. One girl
had her head in a black man’s lap and she was sniffing his cock
in her sleep. Another girl was in the same position, but her
man’s cock was growing in his sleep. Her tongue came out to
flicker over his shaft as she started waking. She was awake and
sucking on it by the time the Dutton’s left the room, stepping
over another interracial couple on the floor. Here and there a
few couples were still fucking and sucking though they were going
slowly as if the urgency was gone. Scenes like this were
everywhere as they made their way to the hall and the elevator.
The guard was gone. Half the clothes in the crates had been
collected. Ann, Beth, and Marsha retrieved their clothes and
dressed in the hall. When they were decent they entered the
elevator.

Ann got off the elevator on her floor while Beth and Marsha
returned to their room. They each took another shower, but this
time they freshened up and groomed better, drying their hair with
the hotel’s hair dryer. They wanted nothing more then to collapse
on their beds for a few hours, but they needed to pack. Ann
knocked on the door before checkout and Beth and Marsha left
their room for the last time. “Drive us to the airport?” asked
Marsha of her formerly disowned daughter.

Ann frowned. “I can’t mom. I need to be back in New York as soon
as possible and Mr. King wants Beth to come along with me.”

Marsha’s face dropped. “I see.” She stood staring at the two
young women as she realized she was losing both her daughters. “I
need to get back to your father,” she said, tears welling in her
eyes. The Dutton daughters suddenly dropped their suitcases and
hugged their mom tightly. “I love you both so much,” cried
Marsha, sobbing.

“Come visit,” said Ann. “Beth can stay with me and I have a nice
sized apartment.”

“I will,” said Marsha, breaking the embrace. “I’ll visit as soon
as I can. I’m still your manager after all, Beth.” Marsha
embraced Beth, kissed both her cheeks and pushed her away. Marsha
then turned to Ann. She hugged Ann just as tightly. “Forgive me,”
she whispered in her ear.

“I do, mom,” whispered Ann back.

“I didn’t understand then,” said Marsha, breaking the embrace,
still sobbing.

“And now you do?” asked Ann, with a wry grin on her face.

“Now I do,” agreed Marsha, nodding.

A handsome black hotel employee brought Ann’s car around. It was
a sporty new convertible. Beth and Ann put their luggage in the
trunk and climbed in the car. The top of the car rolled back and
Ann drove off, their hair blowing in the wind. They waved as they
pulled away and Marsha waved back, still crying. By the time her
daughters were out of sight, the shuttle to the airport had
pulled up. Marsha climbed on it followed by some other
contestants and their chaperones before the bus pulled away and
Marsha Dutton was on her way home.

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

Reginald Jordan was sitting cross-legged in the lobby watching
the Duttons say their goodbyes. One hand stroked his chin as he
admired the beautiful mother and daughters.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

Jordan didn’t even look up. “Yes, Simon. I could use a man of
your talents.” Jordan handed a manila folder over to Simon. The
scarred man’s metallic hand clamped down over the folder and took
it. The file had Idaho written on it. He began leafing through
it. “Anything stand out?” asked Jordan, finally turning to look
at the splotchy white side of Simon’s face.

“They have six million in assets,” said Simon, finally.

“Excellent,” said Reginald. “You know, I sent them a composite
porno of Ann doing some nasty stuff with some black men years
ago. The poor father suffered a major stroke. I wonder what would
happen if he found out his wife and other daughter liked doing
nasty stuff with black men too?”

Jordan was eyeing Simon as Simon looked thoughtful. “I think
someone should send him some footage so we can find out,” said
Simon finally.

A broad smile spread across Jordan’s face. “I was thinking the
same thing, but I sure wouldn’t want to miss out on six million
dollars if he divorces his wife provided he survived another
stroke.”

Simon stared at the well known black lawyer and felt a shiver
travel up his spine. “Are you asking me what I think you’re
asking me?”

“I need someone willing to speed up the process and to make sure
Marsha inherits the money. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No,” Simon replied, softly. He had killed before, though that
was war. This would be different and if he went down this path
there might be no turning back. “Does Mr. King know about this?”

Jordan frowned. “Solomon is a more patient man than me and he so
abhors violence. What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him and he
does like the extra cash.” The image of Daniel Trump smashing
through his window came to Reginald’s mind. Marrying Trump’s
daughter had been a windfall for the cause and Solomon didn’t
even know he had Jordan to thank for that. Even as the thought
occurred to him, Reginald saw the elevator open and Solomon
exited it with Ivara on his arm.

“What’s in it for me?”

Jordan looked up at Simon. “I’ll give you half my fee when I
settle the Dutton estate. We’ll split a million.”

Simon slowly whistled, no longer feeling dirty about this
discussion. “I’m in, but there’s just one problem. I’m not
exactly nondescript.” Simon looked down as Jordan removed a jar
from his pocket and handed it to him. He had to use his normal
hand to take this item. “Shoe polish?”

“It matches your skin color. Hide the burns. I’ve ordered you a
new prosthetic. A cursory glance and no one will notice it isn’t
real.”

Simon frowned. “How’d you know I’d say yes?”

“I have a file on you also,” said Jordan, standing up. “I’ll be
in touch Mr. Allen.” Reginald Jordan walked over to Mr. and Mrs.
King. “Solomon,” he said, greeting his boss.

“Reggie,” nodded Solomon. “Successful pageant eh Jordan?”

“I’d say, sir.”

Solomon stepped outside where Bull had pulled up a limo and a
porter was loading the King‘s luggage in the trunk. Jordan
followed him and watched Solomon open the door for his wife.
“I’ll see you back in New York, dear.” Solomon leaned down and
kissed his wife before closing the door. King turned to Jordan.
“It’s a beautiful day,” he said. “Race you back?” King held up a
set of keys. “Brutus is letting me borrow his bike.”

“I’ll stick to my air conditioned stretch limo,” replied Jordan.
“Besides, I have work to do.” Jordan held up files, each with a
state’s name on it. One for each contestant and how E&I could
best make money off of them.

“Jordan you work too hard,” said King as a valet drove up on a
motorcycle. Solomon took the helmet off the bike and straddled
the seat. “Enjoy yourself a little. It’s a beautiful day,” he
said, again.

“That it is, sir. A beautiful day,” replied Jordan, watching King
ride off.

The End.



Marsha Dutton returned to Idaho where her unusual state of
arousal slowly subsided over the course of a few weeks. As she
became less horny, her guilt began to grow. She began doting on
her older husband. Two weeks after leaving Atlantic City, she
came home from grocery shopping to find her husband dead on the
floor. The coroner claimed he had a massive stroke. Her daughters
returned home for the funeral to find their mother half crazy,
babbling strange internet conspiracy theories about black men.
She had written several letters to congressmen asking for an
investigation into interracial porn sites and the possibilities
of drugging white women for sex on those sites. The only official
to respond was her state’s Senator Spalding whose own daughter
had become a black male only porn star performing under the name
Terri O’Cherry. Before Marsha was able to meet with Sen.
Spalding, she went to visit her daughters and found herself once
again joining her daughters in servicing black men. This didn’t
cure her of her crazy conspiracy theories and she actually seemed
to grow worse. Ann convinced Marsha to accompany her on a
preplanned trip to Trinibogo and the Trinibogo Springs Spa paid
for by Ann’s employer, Solomon King. Marsha agreed feeling that
she could use a relaxing vacation after losing her husband. Ann
and Marsha received vaccinations a week before they left for the
tropical island. By the time they arrived on Trinibogo, Marsha
was feeling younger and full of energy. Her heavy breasts looked
a little bigger and had even firmed up a little. She noticed her
daughter’s breasts looked bigger too. Unfortunately, Trinibogo
didn’t cure her of her desire for black cocks as the island was
filled with hung black men. One week on the island and she was
marveling at how good she looked. She now looked the same as she
did when she was thirty except for the gray streaks in her hair
and when she colored her hair to hide the gray everyone now
assumed she and Ann were sisters. Marsha’s breasts had swollen
way beyond EE and Ann’s now approached EE. As the third week
approached, Marsha noticed her nipples leaking breast milk. When
she pointed this out to Ann, she noticed wet spots appearing on
Ann’s bikini top around her nipples. Both women were immediately
separated from each other and locked in private rooms by native
Trinibogons. Marsha didn’t have time to fear her imprisonment as
she found her arousal growing to a level that virtually drove her
insane. She couldn’t keep her fingers out of her pussy and
searched the room for anything with a cock’s size or shape to
fill her pussy. She wasn’t alone for long though. Marsha was
watching little jets of milk shoot up from her breasts as she
fingered herself to orgasm when her door opened and a familiar
dwarf sized man entered her room. Lester and Marsha immediately
attacked each other and fucked for the next three days to the
point of exhaustion. After a brief sleep. She awoke to find
Lester gone, but a handsome and hung islander took his place.
After a week, her sexual craze died down and she was released
from the room, but not the island. Devon the island’s governor
informed her that she was not only pregnant, but that she was now
a breeder whose purpose was to repopulate the island. She bade a
tearful farewell to Ann and now resides on Trinibogo serving as a
teacher to island children and having islander babies yearly. Her
black son with Lester is normal sized. She is completely
satisfied and happy, though she misses her daughters.

Bethany Dutton traveled to New York and moved in with Ann. She
and Ann quickly made five interracial pornos together billed as
The Dutton Sisters. Beth’s popularity quickly rose to match her
sister’s. She got her own website, did multiple magazine spreads
in the E&I magazines, and began traveling to various Zebra Clubs
as a dancer. When Ann and her mother were vacationing on
Trinobogo, Beth was transferred to work for Max Johnson and Jaime
Jennison at their growing production company, Cockbreakers in
L.A.

Ann Dutton convinced Solomon to let her distraught and unstable
mother accompany her to Trinibogo knowing that her mom wouldn‘t
be allowed to leave. Ann was hoping Solomon himself would breed
her, but as she went into her heat phase, she found her uglier
boss and one of the first enhanced she’d ever fucked, Tyrone
Jones had flown down to breed her. She was too horny to be
disappointed. The new and improved Ann Dutton returned to the
United States and moved to L.A. to work with her sister until her
pregnancy showed and even then she made some pregnancy fetish
videos. After giving birth to a black son with Tyrone, she hosted
a reality special on the E&I Channel, titled, “Be the Black to
Breed Ann Dutton.” The winner was B-Love the lead singer of the
rap band Black Phallus. After that, she was allowed to go on the
pill and began working with Bethany again for a year making
movies and dancing until popular demand convinced E&I to produce,
“Be the Black to Breed Ann Dutton 2.”

Simon Allen traveled to Idaho where he left a package for
Marsha’s husband showing all three Dutton women fucking and
sucking black men at the Nubian King Casino on DVD. Dutton’s weak
heart did Simon’s job for him and Simon was just able to remove
the DVD from the home before Marsha returned from shopping. He
continues working for Reginald Jordan as a special operative and
private investigator willing to get his hands dirty to grow
Jordan’s, his own, and E&I’s wealth in that order.

Reginald Jordan continues working behind Solomon’s back earning
wealth for E&I by whatever means necessary.

Bruce did manage to take the black virginity of a contestant and
Solomon kept his word promoting him to a trainer at the Black’s
gym in the casino. Eventually he was made manager of a Black’s
gym in Miami

Reverend Albert Sharpspeare does what Sharpspeare does. Within
days after the pageant, he was off to Alabama where a black
teenage girl had been called a water buffalo by white students at
an all girls school. The white girls were taught the error of
their ways.

Solomon King continues to grow his empire. With the addition of
the Holden Hotel chain after “The Blackchelor” and the three
billion in assets his wife inherited from her late father, he
became one of the wealthiest black men in the country.

Ivara Trump-King remains head of the Miss Universe Organization
overseeing the Miss Universe, Miss USA, and Miss Teen USA
pageants. In March 2005, she gave birth to a son, Maximillian
Daniel King. In January 2007, she gave birth to twin boys, Shaka
and Samuel King. In December 2008, she gave birth to a white
skinned daughter, Danielle Trump King. In November 2009, she gave
birth to another black son, Benjamin Tyrone King.

Lester “Nibbles” Nibelung continues to be a popular E&I porn
star.

Marcus Black and Darren Brown left E&I to form Brown and Black
Ent. opening Black’s gyms in cities across the country and taking
over Melons franchises among many other successful endeavors.
They are both quite wealthy and King Enterprises owns a small
share of their company’s stocks.

Langston continues working at the Nubian King serving as a
floating bartender.

Cassius continues working at the Nubian King as a lifeguard.

Tracy Hardcastle aka Lacy Lovelorn continues writing interracial
pornographic romances.
Her book’s sales declined when she switched to exclusive
interracial stories, but sales have slowly begun climbing again
and may surpass her original figures within a few years. She
started a trend among romance writers to write more pornographic
stories.

Rondini’s act has grown to one of the most popular shows in
Atlantic City, especially his evening adult humor magic acts
which now feature nude white female assistants.

Barack Odama was convinced to join E&I accepting the Xserum and
becoming president of the USA in January 2009. Unfortunately an
economic downturn made the Odama presidency a disappointment for
E&I. He was however, able to get funds appropriated for the King
Rehabilitation centers and helped increase the number of
enhanced. The economy and high unemployment cost him his
reelection, losing to the interracial porn hating Senator
Spalding of Idaho. But that is another story….






The Fresh Off The Bus 4 Story Challenge

Authors are invited to write further stories set at the Miss Teen
USA
Pageant (They don‘t have to be as long as mine). The basic idea
is for an author to pick a state and tell the
story of that contestant’s seduction by an enhanced black male.
Stories should open with the girl stepping off the bus and titled
“Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen (fill in State‘s name). Other
ideas will be considered. Author’s may write more then one story.
All requests will be handled on a first come first serve case by
case basis. All stories will be posted in a folder at my
repository at asstr.org and at the E&I yahoo group. Updated lists
of what states are taken will be posted at the yahoo group.  I
will not profit from author stories in anyway, but I reserve the
right to keep them posted in perpetuity.

All characters must be 18 years of age. Underage characters can
be used,
but the sex would have to take place set in the future. For
instance a
seventeen year old contestant gets a job offer at E&I Modeling on
her
eighteenth birthday. The story could also involve the seduction
of an
underage contestant's mother or chaperone, etc.

Authors may use established E&I characters or create their own.
If interested, contact me at Stormbringerstories@gmail.com. I
will gladly share my thoughts and review stories. I’m not going
to worry about inconsistencies with the E&I universe. That would
take too long and I don’t have the time. I may make suggestions
to tie stories in with the E&I Universe. Authors are encouraged
to join the E&I yahoo group,
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stormbringers_universe as I will
post updates there from time to time.

The Pageant:

The pageant itself will have five main parts. The evening gown,
swimsuit, lingerie, talent, and interview. There will also be
some musical/dance numbers. The pageant’s director is Ivara Trump
King, Solomon’s wife from the story, “Trump Card.”

The 5 Judges are as follows:

Nikki Holden- Sister of Paris Holden
Al Sharpspeare- Reverend
Victoria Goodhead- CEO Hidden Closet
Tracy Lovelace Hardcastle- Romance Author
Marcus Black- CEO of Black's gyms.


The contestants and their chaperones are staying on the 9th-12th
floors of the casino. Some girls are staying with their
chaperones and some are rooming together. Every room has hidden
cameras and free access to adult channels. They have been
provided with Aqua Naïve Blanc, xcite laced bottled water and
Trinibogo Tropic sunscreen, xcite laced lotion. E&I executives
and pageant judges are filling the master suites and penthouses.

Some ideas:

A contestant with fake id gets caught gambling at the casino and
is blackmailed by a black floor boss.
A contestant on the beach gets rescued by a black lifeguard.
A contestant's mother visits the Zebra club Atlantic City and
hooks up
with a black stripper.
A contestant sleeps with Al Sharpspeare or Marcus Black hoping he
will
vote for her.
A contestant goes to Tyrone's room for a private modeling session
and gets
seduced.
A contestant gets advice on toning up from the casino's black
fitness
instructor, an employee of Black’s gym.
A black bellboy catches a contestant masturbating.
A black bellboy catches two girls making out.
A black bellboy is asked to buy several girls beer. He does so,
then
blackmails them for blow jobs and later sex.
A black female contestant gets seduced by Hank McGraw or another
enhanced white male.
A contestant visit’s a King halfway house filled with newly
enhanced horny black teens.
A contestant gets seduced by Latrell while filming a video
interview.


The Nubian King Hotel and Casino



Originally the Trump Spire, The Nubian King was built by
billionaire mogul, Daniel Trump in the late eighties. It is 51
floors tall and has 1250 rooms. It was largely a costly
boondoggle and never turned a profit. Trump lost the casino in a
poker game in November of 2003 to Solomon King along with the
rights to the Miss Universe Organization.

King began a massive remodeling of the building, painting the
great spire, black and renaming it The Nubian King. It reopened
in June 2004 and hosted it's first pageant, Miss Teen USA 2004 in
August.

The main rear entry foyer to the front desk is decorated with
authentic African art including a statue of Legba with an erect
phallus. The front entrance off the boardwalk opens directly onto
a jungle themed casino floor.

The Casino:

The casino takes up space on 3 floors and consists of over 3000
slot machines and 210 table games. The cocktail waitresses all
wear big cat print bikini tops and loin cloths. They are
considered the skimpiest outfits in the industry. The casino
floor is designed as a jungle setting with different areas
resembling different regions of Africa (Serengeti plains, jungle,
Egypt. etc.).

The rooms:

The casino has 1250 rooms. 230 rooms are suites. There are 6
penthouse suites in the tower. All are luxurious with 1800-2500
sq ft. The tower also houses 782 other rooms. Under the penthouse
is the Regal at 1400 sq ft, the Grand 1200 sq ft, the Chairman
with 1000sq ft, the courtroom with 480 sq ft, and deluxe guest
rooms with 437 sq ft. Most rooms have either one king or 2 queen
sized beds. Smaller rooms have 2 double beds.

All suites, courtroom or higher are wired with hidden cameras
pointing towards the beds and the shower/Jacuzzi.

Rooms with attractive or rich female clientele are stocked with
Aqua Naive Blanc, Xcite laced bottled water and a free bottle of
Trinibogo Tropic, Xcite laced tanning lotion.

Restaurants/ Lounges:

The casino has four 5 star restaurants, 12 casual dining, four
lounges, and a large dance club.

Kalahari Buffet- buffet restaurant.
Kenya Café- casual dining
The Nairobi- lounge
Two Buck Tim's- lounge w/ $2 shots
The Addis aba bar- lounge
Melons- casual dining
Posers- Dance club. Independently owned

Shops:

A concourse off the third floor casino houses 8 stores. There is
a chocolate/candy store, a jewelry store, an African gift store,
a news stand, and a Hidden Closet, plus three others.

Theater:

One large theater for headline acts and pageants as well as
several yearly concerts by Black Phallus, plus two smaller
theaters.

Other:

The bikini bar: Tiki style, long bar off the boardwalk. Seasonal
only.

Black's Gym- Large fitness center on the ground floor. The gym
has a year round indoor pool and is free to guests.

The Eden Spa- Salon and Spa featuring in-house masseurs. Located
next to Black's gym.

Roof Pool- under the spire. The pool has a tiki bar and an on
duty lifeguard.

22 meeting rooms with a combined space of 200,000sq ft. Some are
bugged to collect the occasional corporate secrets.

The Basement:

Two levels underground are occupied by the E&I command center.
Security is housed there as are the many monitors for the casino
and the hidden cameras in many of the rooms.

Employees:

Rondini- Enhanced black magician who performs nightly in one of
the theaters.

Yousef- Bartender at the Nairobi lounge. African native.

Gage- Monitor stationed in the basement. He has a 10 1/2" cock,
but big balls.

Jules- Monitor stationed in the basement.

Donovan- bartender at the Addis Aba Bar.

Bruce- Porter with a 13" cock. He shaves his hair in a striped
pattern.

Simon- Mega hung porter with a 15” cock and a prosthetic left
arm.

Cassius- Seasonal lifeguard with a 13” cock. A former employee of
the city of Stony Harbor.

Langston- Bartender.

Note: I based the statistics for the casino on the Taj Mahal in
Atlantic City. I couldn't find a floor plan online, but if anyone
has access to one, feel free to send it to me.

As Authors complete Fresh Off The Bus 4 stories, I will update
this list