"Now, I need you to look like you're gasping while I do this." He hops off the desk, kneels beside me, and grabs my thigh, opening it slightly. No need for me to act this one out! I do actually gasp. With a flash of light, the picture is taken.
"What are you doing?" I ask, eying him suspiciously.
"Did you not read over the contract, love?"
Shaking my head, I reply, "No, why?"
"Well, you got yourself into this. You can't turn back now. Stand up and bend over the desk."
"What?!"
"You heard me. If you had read the contract, you'd know that you're here for a BDSM photo shoot I'm going to spank you," Brock leans in close to me now, his mouth pressed against my ear. "And then I'm going to fuck you."
I recoil back. "I don't think so!"
All three men chuckle now. "You already took the money, Jenna. Plus, you need it, don't you? A hot body like yours should be shown to men around the world." Rubbing my hips, Brock lifts my skirt up a bit. "You need the money."
I stare at him, feeling betrayed and humiliated. He's right. Of course he's right. I need the money. And that's exactly why I stand up and lean over the desk, my face bright red with embarrassment. I feel his rough hand slide up the back of my thigh, and another flash goes off. Brock flips my skirt up, revealing my panties and my ass to the camera. Another flash. He squeezes my left ass cheek roughly before giving it a slap, all caught on film.
I'm about to whirl around and give them their money back, when there's a sudden sting on my ass and an audible WHACK. My whole body stiffens as I look behind me, the look of shock on my face immortalized on film as another flash goes off. "That was a good face, do that some more."
He slaps me again with what I can now see is the ruler he was holding. Again and again, he slaps my ass with the hard plastic until my skin is red and stinging. "God, please stop! It hurts!"
My cry is met only by another slap, this time lower on my thighs. "Stay there," I'm told. I couldn't move if I wanted to, the pain is way too much. My eyes follow Brock as he goes over to another prop, the teacher's desk, and opens one of the drawers. He rustles through some things before deciding on what he'll pull out.
In his hand is a huge vibrator! Bringing it over to me, he presses a button and the machine comes to life, buzzing away. "Are you ready?"
"No-"
Before I can finish my denial, he presses the head of the plastic phallus against my pussy, forcing it up into my slit and against my clitoris. The sudden vibration against my sensitive nub is way too much, and I try to pull away. Brock grabs my hand and holds me still, though. "If you move, I'll spank you more. Harder."
Not wanting to endure more pain, I stay as still as I can. As I'm finally getting used to the vibration and starting to enjoy it, I can't help but wiggle a little bit, trying to make it press on just the right spot. "Mmm," I moan. My hips shift and move but just as the vibration hits just the right spot, Brock takes it away. I whimper in annoyance until I feel him slipping down my panties. His hand roughly plays with my pussy, my juices slicking up his skin. "I've never been with a black girl before. You're so wet," he says. The camera flashes behind us.
Two of his fingers rest on each side of my clit and start to tweak it, rolling it. I gasp, my hips jumping as the electricity of his touch courses through my whole body. Removing his hand, he picks up the ruler and spanks me again. The sudden pain makes me cry out. "Stop it, you asshole!"
He hits me again. "You'll call me master if you want to get paid." Again, the plastic comes down against my skin, the stinging causing me to grit my teeth. With vibrator in hand again, he quickly fills my hole with it.
"Jesus!" I pound my fist against the table as I get used to the large machine being in me. Slamming it deep into my cunt, Brock uses his other hand to work on my clit. The vibration and stimulation is proving to be too much, and I know I'll orgasm soon. "Fuck, fuck!" I cry.
"Not until you cum first!"
I let out a choked wail as finally my tension gives in and my juices gush from my slit as I twitch and spasm through a roaring orgasm. Still, Brock fucks me with the vibrator, before pulling it out and pressing it against my clit again. I'm still so sensitive from my orgasm that the vibration nearly hurts. Pulling it away, he switches it off.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
I do as I'm told, looking with lust up into his deep brown eyes. I fall to the linoleum below me, slamming one knee a bit too hard, making me wince. Brock unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pulling them down. "Pull down my boxers."
My hands grasp the elastic band around his waist, pulling them down. The camera flashes. Remembering that I'm being watched, I blush. When his huge cock springs free, I can't help but gasp. I've never even seen someone so big!
"Suck it," he commands.
I nod, but he reaches down and grabs my braid. "Didn't I tell you to call me master?"
I choke back tears from the pain and humiliation. "Yes, master." Keeping his grip on my hair, he pushes my head forward toward his quickly growing cock. Lifting it up with one hand, I slowly stroke it. I open my mouth and lick the head, which makes the prick spring much more quickly.
Swirling my tongue around the head, I lap up his salty pre-cum. He groans happily, pulling at the base of my braid before pushing my mouth onto his cock. I quickly take the whole shaft down my throat, nearly choking but somehow holding it back.
Before we can really get into that, Paul tells Brock to hurry up. "We don't want you to cum in her mouth."
Pulling my braid again, Brock removes his cock from my mouth. "Stand up and lay on the desk."
"Yes, master." He helps me up like a gentleman, and I lay flat on the desk. Lifting my legs up, I give the men a good view of my pussy and ass.
"Rub your pussy for the camera."
I do as I'm told, one hand holding open my cunt lips as I swirl two fingers from the other around my clit. Then, I use the whole hand to rub up and down my slit, enjoying the look of lust on all three men's faces. "I would like to be fucked now, master."
Brock raises his eyebrows, surprised that I'm getting into it. The cameramen move to get a better view while Brock inches toward me, pumping his huge cock to get it read for me. He spits into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his prick's skin.
Pressing his cock between my pussy lips, Brock rubs himself against me, pressing against my sensitive nub just right. I moan and pinch my nipple through the thick fabric of the uniform. Slapping his cock against me a few times, Brock then places the huge mushroom shaped head at my entrance and presses into me.
"Ssss," I hiss, breathing in slowly to manage the pain. He's much larger than he looks, and if he's not careful I could be ripped apart. The danger of the situation only makes it hotter for me, leaving me panting and wanting more. Slowly, Brock enters me inch by inch until he's finally fully nestled within my quim. I feel my vaginal muscles twitch against the invader, and watch his eyes roll back with each twitch. I consciously flex my muscles now, milking his cock as he gets ready to fuck me.
With his first stroke, he pulls out almost completely, only the head of his penis remaining inside of me. Slowly, he pushes himself back in. Again, faster this time. And again, and again, until his cock is pounding me fast enough for his balls to be audibly slapping against my ass while he fucks me.
He takes one of my legs, forcing me onto my side and my calf over his shoulder. The new position makes me feel even more pull, the pressure of his thickness driving me wild. He reaches over to grab my tits, and then my braid. Pulling on it allows him more power to fuck me harder and faster. The pain and pleasure mixing together is pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the orgasmic cliff, but I don't want to cum until he does. I want to feel his hot seed inside of me before I explode.
Letting go of my braid, he digs his nails into my back, scratching down my skin as he lets out a long, manly cry. I know he's about to cum, and I finally let myself loose as his cock twitches and the first gob of sticky cum hits my womb. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I shout, grabbing his arm and trying to move against him. I need it rougher! Harder!
Finally, as my orgasm subsides and the last of his sperm shoots within me, he pulls out. I feel the sticky mess dripping out of my cunt. Laying on my back again, I spread my legs wide as the camera clicks away, frame after frame of my cunt leaking Brock's ejaculate.
The men hand me a towel as Brock goes off to the bathroom to clean himself up. "So," I say with a wicked smile on my face. "How did I do?"
Paul glances at Harry and shrugs. "We'll cut you a check for $1000, and we'll need your phone number. We'd definitely like to use you again in the future."
Touch My Black Skin
Interracial Urban Impregnation Erotica
Asia Marquis
I love basketball. Is that weird, for a girl to like basketball? There's constant action. Football has a lot of down time with time outs, and hockey can get really violent, but basketball is the perfect medium between the two.
Plus, the players are almost all so hot. Tall men! What's not to love about them?
My favorite player, Andrew Summers, is this hot golden god. Yeah, I know. A black girl loves a white basketball star. You don't have to make fun of me!