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When moving to Savannah, I found myself with no job. One day I found an advertisement on the newspaper; someone was looking for lingerie models and I thought it was a good chance to make some money…
One afternoon, as Victor was at his office, I went to the address.
I found it was a night club. Once inside, a huge black man called Ned told me he was the manager. He made me go to his office for the interview.
He explained that some people loved to take some sexy pictures of the models. He also said that some models had and “extra” business with the customers; but on their own…
I was still some naïve and had no idea what he was talking about, but I felt I needed the money.
Then Ned took some outfits for me and told me he wanted to take some photos dressed up as a lingerie model.
After changing my clothes inside a small bathroom, I came out to stay in front of Ned for the shooting. He explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to me and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on my body.
Suddenly I felt his fingers going into the waistband of my panties and he gently felt my round boobs and ass cheeks.
Then he took some photos and later he had me change into three or four different outfits.
The last item he gave me was a sheer see through top and crouch-less panties. I was reluctant at first, but Ned promised he would just shoot pictures and needed to see me in that whole sexy outfit.
After I got dressed like a real slut, he came closer to me and suddenly put a hand in my pussy lips, inserting a finger between them. I felt wet, but I pulled away and told him to stop…
Ned then said he had thought I might be a racist and he would not hire anyone that hates black people. He just wanted to see my reaction.
Then I told him that race had nothing to do with, that I was happily married and that I would never cheat on my loving husband.
Ned said he did not believe me a single word and he bet that I had never in my life even kissed a black man. I told him that I had kissed some black men before, but he insisted and I finally agreed to kiss him, just to show that I was not a racist woman.
That black bastard put his arms around me and kissed me open mouthed. The kiss lasted a long time and the man began to finger my pussy again.
This time I did not stop him, because I felt wet and aroused by that man.
I needed that job and his kissing and fingering were making me real horny.
After breaking the kiss, he made me bend over his desk and fucked me during at least one hour. He made me suck his black dick clean and asked to fuck me in my ass; but I rejected him, telling he was too thick for my anus. When I left his office, I had the job and an advance of my first week pay…
But the next day I went to the club, I discovered that the photographers were really there just for sex. They all started taking pictures at the models, but later finished fucking them... with an “extra” pay…
Then I became a real working girl. However I did not say anything to Victor.
With him I was very vague talking about my job; our financial troubles had vanished in less than two months…
But one evening, my loving husband left his office earlier than usual and visited me at work. As he got the club, he was received by one assistant who told him I was booked for the next two hours; but he could choose instead any other model…
Victor went mad and started to scream in rage. Ned then tackled him, as my husband yelled saying he wanted to see his wife right now…
I heard his voice and went to see what was happening out there.
Then I saw Victor and I forgot I was only wearing a see-through robe and high heels. Ned was explaining him I was a good money maker and also his personal sex toy when I was free…
“Take off that robe, slut…” Ned commanded, looking at my eyes.
As I stood nude before them, Ned squeezed one of my boobs and said:
“See these nice boobs… I own them now" He took a finger and literally jammed it up my pussy, saying to Victor: "This wet spot is mine too..."
I just stood there, motionless, as Ned fingered my cunt. When he removed his finger and put it in my mouth, I sucked it like I loved it. And all the time I looked directly into my husband’s eyes…
At this point, Ned told Victor to get out and never to come back to his place again, unless he wanted to be a paying customer.
Victor looked at me with sad eyes, but he never said a single word.
As I was going to leave, Ned smiled and told me:
“Now show your useless husband how much you love my black dick…”
Without any hesitation, I fumbled with his pants, pulled out his cock and started to suck him off. I saw Victor was not leaving; he wanted to watch…
Finally Ned filled my mouth with his warm semen and I struggled to swallow it all. When it was over, my loving husband left without a word.
Later that night, I went back home and told Victor the whole story. I have done it for the money at first, but now, after being fucked so many times by that black bastard, I really had become her sexual white slave…
Worst of all, I had fallen under his spell. I could not stop pleasing that black man whenever he wanted. I loved his hard huge black cock; I loved the wild and brutal way he fucked me…
Victor kissed me and said he loved me. We could find a solution for this…
Few days later my husband came home saying he had a solution for our marital trouble: we would move to Fort Lauderdale, as soon as we could...
But then I replied he could move on the next day and wait for me there; meanwhile, I would make some extra money… for the moving expenses…
One afternoon, as Victor was at his office, I went to the address.
I found it was a night club. Once inside, a huge black man called Ned told me he was the manager. He made me go to his office for the interview.
He explained that some people loved to take some sexy pictures of the models. He also said that some models had and “extra” business with the customers; but on their own…
I was still some naïve and had no idea what he was talking about, but I felt I needed the money.
Then Ned took some outfits for me and told me he wanted to take some photos dressed up as a lingerie model.
After changing my clothes inside a small bathroom, I came out to stay in front of Ned for the shooting. He explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to me and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on my body.
Suddenly I felt his fingers going into the waistband of my panties and he gently felt my round boobs and ass cheeks.
Then he took some photos and later he had me change into three or four different outfits.
The last item he gave me was a sheer see through top and crouch-less panties. I was reluctant at first, but Ned promised he would just shoot pictures and needed to see me in that whole sexy outfit.
After I got dressed like a real slut, he came closer to me and suddenly put a hand in my pussy lips, inserting a finger between them. I felt wet, but I pulled away and told him to stop…
Ned then said he had thought I might be a racist and he would not hire anyone that hates black people. He just wanted to see my reaction.
Then I told him that race had nothing to do with, that I was happily married and that I would never cheat on my loving husband.
Ned said he did not believe me a single word and he bet that I had never in my life even kissed a black man. I told him that I had kissed some black men before, but he insisted and I finally agreed to kiss him, just to show that I was not a racist woman.
That black bastard put his arms around me and kissed me open mouthed. The kiss lasted a long time and the man began to finger my pussy again.
This time I did not stop him, because I felt wet and aroused by that man.
I needed that job and his kissing and fingering were making me real horny.
After breaking the kiss, he made me bend over his desk and fucked me during at least one hour. He made me suck his black dick clean and asked to fuck me in my ass; but I rejected him, telling he was too thick for my anus. When I left his office, I had the job and an advance of my first week pay…
But the next day I went to the club, I discovered that the photographers were really there just for sex. They all started taking pictures at the models, but later finished fucking them... with an “extra” pay…
Then I became a real working girl. However I did not say anything to Victor.
With him I was very vague talking about my job; our financial troubles had vanished in less than two months…
But one evening, my loving husband left his office earlier than usual and visited me at work. As he got the club, he was received by one assistant who told him I was booked for the next two hours; but he could choose instead any other model…
Victor went mad and started to scream in rage. Ned then tackled him, as my husband yelled saying he wanted to see his wife right now…
I heard his voice and went to see what was happening out there.
Then I saw Victor and I forgot I was only wearing a see-through robe and high heels. Ned was explaining him I was a good money maker and also his personal sex toy when I was free…
“Take off that robe, slut…” Ned commanded, looking at my eyes.
As I stood nude before them, Ned squeezed one of my boobs and said:
“See these nice boobs… I own them now" He took a finger and literally jammed it up my pussy, saying to Victor: "This wet spot is mine too..."
I just stood there, motionless, as Ned fingered my cunt. When he removed his finger and put it in my mouth, I sucked it like I loved it. And all the time I looked directly into my husband’s eyes…
At this point, Ned told Victor to get out and never to come back to his place again, unless he wanted to be a paying customer.
Victor looked at me with sad eyes, but he never said a single word.
As I was going to leave, Ned smiled and told me:
“Now show your useless husband how much you love my black dick…”
Without any hesitation, I fumbled with his pants, pulled out his cock and started to suck him off. I saw Victor was not leaving; he wanted to watch…
Finally Ned filled my mouth with his warm semen and I struggled to swallow it all. When it was over, my loving husband left without a word.
Later that night, I went back home and told Victor the whole story. I have done it for the money at first, but now, after being fucked so many times by that black bastard, I really had become her sexual white slave…
Worst of all, I had fallen under his spell. I could not stop pleasing that black man whenever he wanted. I loved his hard huge black cock; I loved the wild and brutal way he fucked me…
Victor kissed me and said he loved me. We could find a solution for this…
Few days later my husband came home saying he had a solution for our marital trouble: we would move to Fort Lauderdale, as soon as we could...
But then I replied he could move on the next day and wait for me there; meanwhile, I would make some extra money… for the moving expenses…
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