Fair Trade Man Is Forced To Watch His Wife Fucke
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Based on a XXX-rated video by Rodney Moore with Chelsea Blue [sorry, don't
remember the name of it but it was damn hot.]
Jenny Carter wanted to do something nice for Rob. The couple had been married
for nearly ten wonderful years. In fact, it was the rapidly approaching
anniversary date of her exchange of fidelity vows that was motivating Jenny's
desires to show her lover just how much he still was near her heart.
The past year had been a little stressful despite the fact she still "loved"
Rob more than life itself. He was her everything, but perhaps that realization
was also part of the "problem." Jenny wanted c***dren.
The university cheerleader-coach wasn't getting any younger and she had made
the decision to start her family last Christmas. Rob hadn't been so sure that
they were ready with the careers and all, but Jenny knew SHE was. She had
stopped taking the pill and than she had just waited... and waited... and
waited. By the time her ninth anniversary rolled around in May, she had become
despondent. Appointments at the fertility clinic confirmed it wasn't her, but
obviously Rob couldn't be tested without letting him know that Jenny was trying
to get impregnated.
Besides... once Jenny was told that she was actually "extra-fertile," there was
no doubt that it was all Rob's equipment that was firing the blanks... and
Jenny really didn't want to hurt her beloved.
She really did still love the man she promised herself to. Jenny had spent
nearly the whole past year telling herself "that" each day. They still laughed
and played and were "passionate" but something was missing for Jenny...
something that she just didn't know how to fill.
It was with this mindset that Jenny's eyes saw the advertisement in the
personals. It read "High-performance brand-name professional-quality Video
Camera for sale. Best offer."
Rob had always wanted a camera. Jenny allowed herself a slight blush as she
imagined what they might do with the camera the night of their
tenth-anniversary. She had to laugh though, as she knew she would probably
chicken out like when Rob had wanted to take that Polaroid of her back when
they had first started dating.
Jenny liked sex, but she was a respected professional at the University and she
had a reputation to protect.
Still, a camera would make a great gift for Rob and Jenny decided to call the
phone number in the advertisement to see just what the seller was considering
for "a best offer."
"Umm, hello, I just saw your ad in the paper for the camera." "Right, are you
interested."
"Yes. Yes I am. My husband has always wanted a camera and I was wondering how
much it would cost."
"Well... it is kind of hard to know how great a camera it is without coming
over to check it out. It will be for your husband you say?"
"Right, it is almost my anniversary and I wanted to do something nice for him."
"Okay... Good, so you would be the one actually looking at the camera than?"
"Umm, I guess I could. I really can't afford to spend much though. I didn't
want to waste my time if the camera is going to be to expensive."
"I tell you what. You come over and I will show you this camera, and when you
see just how much fun you will be able to have with it, I am sure we will both
be happy with the deal."
"Okay. I won't be able to come over to around noon. Is that okay?"
"That will be fine. I am a professional photographer so drop by my studios at
--- --"
As Jenny wrote down the address, she was actually kind of excited. She could
spend up to around $500 on the gift. She would love to get the camera for
less, but if it really was one of those "professional" ones than she would have
to really "sweat-talk" the guy to sell. It was worth a dinner hour though to
give it the old college try.
***
Jenny Coachmen hadn't quite realized what part of town the address would be in.
It wasn't that Jenny was racist. In fact, at the university, she went out of
her way to be nice to them. She knew that growing up in the projects could
never be easy. Sometimes Jenny wished she could do more, but there was only so
much a lone white-woman could do, and it was never a smart thing for any "lone
white-woman" to be in "this" neighborHOOD.
She almost turned the car around a half-dozen times as she slowly drove towards
her ultimate destiny. It would maybe be interesting to know if she would have
slammed on the brakes had she known just what the day was about to have in
store for her [chances are maybe it would have been the gas the young bride
would have stepped on?]
The actual "studio" looked more like a half-abandoned warehouse to Jenny as she
found the address. She really didn't want to be judgmental but she couldn't
help grab her purse a little tighter as she got out of the safety of her car
and walked her married white-ass to the front door. She just thought she
"better damn-well get the camera for all this."
Marcus opened the door and smiled to see the early thirty-something,
strawberry-blonde, cheer leading coach looking "pretty as a picture" and
quickly tried to flash her a "reassuring" smile. He had sold his cameras
before and he knew he would need to play this by the numbers.
"I take it you must be Jenny? Won't you come on in and we'll get down to
business."
For just an instant, Jenny's intuition told her to turn around and run, but
than her "white-guilt" kicked in. Jenny wasn't racist and even though this man
inviting her into the "abandoned warehouse" was just about the Blackest she had
ever seen anyone, there was just no way she could do the "whRIGH-thing" and get
her ass back to "civilization."
Jenny was in the jungle now, and it was just a matter to see how it would
actually play out.
As shitty as the outside walls looked on the "warehouse-studio" most of the
interior was just as bad. Marcus had setup one area though that was where he
made his "movies. He actually had a few cameras, lights, sound mike... Some
editing equipment and a couple pieces of furniture [most prominently was a bed
in the middle of all the cameras.]
Jenny wasn't that naive. She knew just what type of pictures this young Black
man took even without seeing the various glossy eXXXamples of his work pinned
up on the walls. If Jenny hadn't been such a self-confident woman, the scene
would have been intimidating enough to put her in panic. As it was, she
quickly went on the defensive to make sure that she wasn't about to get
"surprised" by anyone[s?] from behind suddenly.
Marcus wasn't about all that though. Sure he never actually invited anyone to
his "studio" unless he was reasonably sure it would be a woman all alone that
came down, and he definitely liked them married and white, but the "Nigger"
wasn't into that **** shit. He had never needed to go that road when he was so
damn good at just seducing the little bitches right out of them panties.
"Umm, so. You... unh, make movies?"
"That's right. Maybe you saw some. They are in most the stores." Marcus
loved when they started the conversation with the "movies."
"No... NO... I don't think so. We don't really watch movies like... That."
"You and your husband you mean?"
"Right, Rob..." Jenny liked getting it out again that she was married. She
tried to rationalize that the sudden unease she was feeling was totally
unwarranted but there was just something so unnerving about looking at the
walls and seeing that nearly every photograph showed white women actually
having sex with several different Black men. What made it that much more
unnerving to the normally self-confident young woman was that many of the
pictures showed Marcus, himself as the "stud."
"Rob doesn't really like movies."
"What about you?"
"No-I-don't-like-them-either." Jenny couldn't get the words out fast enough
but what was the saying about "methinks thou does protest to much?"
"That's cool. I only make them to pay the bills. Course they are fun to do,
but I guess we are here to talk about selling you a camera."
"Can I see it?" Jenny was very glad to get the conversation to the
transaction. The faster she was on her way back to her husband, the safer she
would feel.
"Sure. It is on the stand there. It takes great pictures and is loaded. I
only used it for a few videos but I don't really need it now as I am mostly a
one man operation here and without anyone to work all the features, they don't
do much for me."
"You've... You used the camera to make... Video's."
Marcus allowed himself a warm, soft laugh. Perfect.
"Well, yeah. Don't worry though, the camera stays on the tripod. I mean if it
could talk it would have a tale to tell, but all it does is record the action."
Jenny was suddenly aware that she was having a hard time swallowing. Her heart
was actually sped up and she was sure she was blushing. Damn it, she couldn't
understand why she was having so much "trouble." Surely she wasn't racist, was
she?
"Tha-that's not a problem."
Jenny's words lacked conviction but she wasn't running so Marcus pressed his
advantage. His first order of "attack" was always to get the bitch agitated.
He had long ago mastered the art of projecting his awesome sexual magnetism.
Marcus was proud to be in the front line soldiering in his own little war to do
some payback on whitey. The way he had it figured, there was so much pollution
in the proud Afro-American blood from all those limp-dicked slave owners back
then that it was well past time to start "coloring" as much of the white
gene-pool as he could to even the accounts. He was only one "Nigger," but he
was a damn good warrior, and his weapons of looks and charm, almost always
proved "fatal" to any white-woman's virtues.
First attack was to get them flustered so they would be more susceptible.
Second attack was to start them thinking it wasn't S-E-X that was about to
happen.
"You know, if it is a problem... I suppose I could knock $25 off the price
maybe. What do you think you'll offer now that you can see what a great camera
it is."
Jenny really didn't know cameras, but she knew how much she had to spend. She
also perked up when Marcus had offered to discount the $25. She tried to
collect her voice to get rid of that damned stutter and in her best attempt at
feigned "disinterest," she spoke, "maybe $375?"
Marcus was almost insulted. It wasn't about the camera though, so he just
slipped into the game. Money was not going to be anything more than just the
pieces moved to win his "prize."
"$375??? I'm sorry if I offend you, but you must have been smoking some crack.
This is a $1000 camera easy."
Jenny's face dropped. A thousand dollars? All she could spend was five
hundred.
"I can't afford that, I-I'm sorry."
Jenny was about to turn to leave when Marcus stopped her. "Hold up there. What
do you got?"
She did want the camera. "$600"
Jenny would have a hell of a time finding the extra hundred but she did love
her husband.
"That all? Damn... You seam like such a nice woman, and with your anniversary
and all. I mean I wish I could do something but I am strapped myself... I
could maybe go as low as $800 if I kept the leather and the extra batteries."
Eight hundred. It still wasn't possible for Jenny but it was so much closer
than a thousand. Did she dare hope?
"Isn't there anything else we could do to get the price down. Maybe something
else I wouldn't need?"
Marcus allowed himself to imagine just bluntly telling her that it would be her
virtue that she just wouldn't be needing anymore after he was about to Blacken
it, but the "player" bit his tongue. There was a fine line between being cool
and stalling out, but when he had them nibbling at the line, it was time to
freshen the bait before he could set the hook.
"Well, the camera is basically just that. I really couldn't sell you anything
less. It really is worth it though. I mean, maybe if you saw the quality of
the picture?"
Marcus picked up the light handheld and impulsively aimed it at the attractive
young bride. The monitor behind him lit up with the image of her 36c-26-36,
5'9" well proportioned body. Jenny had never been on "TV" before.
Still, $800 was not doable.
"I'm really sorry, Marcus. The camera is wonderful. I wish I had the money,
but..."
It was time to jerk the line to see if she would bite.
"What if you posed for me?"
The cards were on the table.
"W-what... P-posed?"
Marcus had to be fast. "Not anything like that. I wouldn't think to offend
you. Maybe just something a little suggestive that I could put in my
portfolio. Wouldn't no one see it and I could probably knock off a bunch from
the price as I pay $50 normally for non-nudes."
Fifty dollars off? The camera would still be seven hundred and fifty dollars.
"Would I still get that $25 off you mentioned earlier since you used it for
your movies?"
The question was kind of ridiculous as even $725 was not going to happen for
Jenny, but the lower price was beginning to fill her with hope.
"Sure... We could do that. Are you going to be able to come up to seven and a
quarter?"
Jenny paused as she considered her next thought. She couldn't believe what she
was thinking but Rob would love the camera. "How can we get the price down to
$600?"
"Six hundred? You sure you can't budge? I mean... I do pay $200 for nudes but
are you willing. They are tasteful and strictly hands off..."
Jenny couldn't hear the words as Marcus tried to explain how "tasteful" it
would be for her to bare herself to this "Nigger." No... That wasn't fair to
herself or Marcus. It wasn't even that he was Black that suddenly put her into
a mind-numbing state of shock. The idea of being naked in front of any man
besides her husband or her gynecologist would have effected her. She just
couldn't... Could she?"
"No, I can't. Not nude."
Marcus smiled. He had stopped talking a good thirty seconds before she managed
to answer. Jenny Carter was his. Time to let her just nibble a little more at
the hook before he reeled her in.
"Okay... I normally only pay $100 for lingerie and "cheesecake," but I really
want to help you out here. If you pose for a roll, I'll go $600... You are
wearing lingerie?"
"Of course, I am." Jenny could get the camera. It would be no worse than
going to the beach... would it?
Jenny had never been ashamed of her body, but she had been raised right. She
had maybe gotten a little "showier" in recent years as she realized that a
little leg went a long way to keeping her in regard at the university, but
mostly, Jenny was under the mindset that taking her clothes off was something
best done with the lights off and the window shades drawn.
She almost said "no"... almost.
"Throw in the camera case too."
"Sorry. The leather is a $100. You don't need it though. The camera will be
what hubby likes. I am only doing this as a favor cause I like you but I just
can't go lower for lingerie."
It was low enough. Jenny had to get that camera.
"Okay... Where do I change?"
"You need to change?" Marcus played dumb. He knew she didn't want to strip in
front of him but the goal was to get rid of her last inhibitions. Getting the
go-ahead on showing off some was always a near certainty that the bitch was
his, but there was still the need to play this right.
"You don't have a... room?"
"Considering the movies I make here, it isn't really necessary. I won't look
though if that puts you at ease."
Jenny felt like a little girl again in her first day of gym class. Only this
wasn't a bunch of other young girls she was about to undress in front of...
Marcus was a man... A large, Black man.
Jenny's hands were trembling slightly as she hesitantly reached for the first
button of her blouse. Since she hadn't had a class during the morning, she had
dressed for the office instead of her normal athletic wear.
Marcus was true to his word as he turned his back while Jenny unbuttoned. He
didn't need to watch if it made her uncomfortable. After all, the hidden
camera's had her on film for the video release anyhow.
Jenny worked her buttons to loosen her top until she reached the bottom. Again,
came a moment of "pregnant" pause as she had just the absolute sudden thought
to run, but again... she overcame the impulse. Jenny shrugged her slender
shoulders as she let the blouse fall to the floor and unveiled her toned belly
and her outstandingly firm tits [still mostly concealed in her white
sports-bra, of course.]
Jenny felt the butterflies in her eXXXposed, toned belly as she proceeded her
attention next to her skirt. Jenny didn't often wear a skirt as she was a
cheerleader coach first, but as mentioned, today was to have been just a day at
the office. She hadn't dressed sexier in any sort of way "anticipating" that
she would be posing. It just happened that she was wearing some very "brief"
little panties under her skirt.
She had forgotten that she was wearing such tiny panties. Not that it would
have probably effected her decision. Even though Jenny felt very vulnerable in
her heels and bra and panties, she was also proud of herself that she was going
to get this camera for Rob... Her husband would be so happy.
"Okay, I'm r-ready."
Marcus had watched Jenny's progress in the reflection on the mirror. The whole
room was designed for seXXXing white woman. He had been very pleased to see
that she was even "harder" than he had first thought, but as the big, Black man
smiled to himself, he just couldn't help wondering if Jenny's tummy would still
be so athletically firm afterwards... if he was lucky enough that she might be
"unprotected."
"I see that you are and may I say that it is definitely my pleasure to add you
to my portfolio. You are simply stunningly gorgeous."
Jenny blushed at the smooth words... She did enjoy a compliment, but she wanted
to keep things above board. "These pictures are only going to be for your
professional portfolio, right?"
"Of course," the Nigger kept his face "straight" as he outright lied to poor
Jenny. "Now, why don't you climb up onto that bed on your knees and smile for
the camera?"
Even with the protective coverings of her bra and panties, Jenny felt very
outrageous climbing onto the bed. She couldn't help but glance over at the
pictures on the wall as she realized just how many times woman must have been
fucked on this very bed by Marcus and his other male models. She felt
absolutely eXXXposed even though she could not yet imagine just how much she
was about to "trade" for her husband's anniversary "present."
"It's $600 than if I pose for a couple pictures?"
"I need to take a roll to make sure I get something good but than I will let
you have the camera for the six bills. You know, I was hoping for a thousand
so you are really taking me to the cleaners here."
Jenny tried not to notice that Marcus had a bulge in the front of his pants.
He asked her for more and more suggestive poses as he clicked away capturing
her last few moments of "innocence and purity" for prosperity. In her own
mind, she knew what she was doing was something she would have never imagined
before, and yet as she put her arms together to accent her cleavage, Jenny
couldn't deny to herself that she was actually enjoying the camera.
Maybe it was the fact that any woman entering her early thirties had certain
"insecurities," or maybe it was more specific with her own recent frustrations
within her own marriage that had played their own influences in her marital
"sex-life," but whatever the reasons; Jenny was actually starting to "get-into"
things enough by the time the twenty four pictures had been clipped, that she
didn't even realize it was all over until Marcus just put the camera down.
Jenny had posed the final pictures on her back with her legs spread. She
suddenly realized just what she was doing. SHE COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE HAD
ALLOWED PHOTOGRAPHS OF HERSELF WITH HER LEGS SPREAD LIKE SOME KIND OF COMMON
SLUT!
Jenny quickly rolled over and clutched her arms back to her chest to try to
cover up her "shame." She wanted so desperately to get back to her blouse and
skirt, but the atmosphere of the room had some sort of paralyzing hold onto
her... Almost like it was able to tell her that her time in the bed wasn't over
yet.
Marcus had been proping her all-along as he had taken the first roll of
"cheesecake" The instant Jenny had pulled up to his pad, he had been confidant
that he would Black the bitch. Still, it was a process, and each play of the
cards had to be precisely dealt. It was time to up the ante before the "pot"
would be finally collected by the skillful gamemaster.
"Mmm... Jenny, you should think of modeling pro. The camera really loved you
baby."
Jenny blushed again at the praise from the young man. Sure he was Black, but
he was almost ten years her junior, and the idea that she had turned him on was
exciting Jenny even if it also was still, just a little unnerving.
"Thanks... I guess it was fun." Jenny really did kind of want to get back to
her clothes. She didn't like the way she was suddenly feeling excitement and
emotions that she hadn't felt in so long. It wasn't appropriate to even be
having the thoughts flirting at the back-most recesses of her consciousness.
"What do you think your husband would say... I mean if you were going to maybe
go a little further?"
"Y-you mean like... later?"
"Sure. I think you could get in a magazine with your face and body. You are
in such great shape. You must really take care of yourself."
"Yeah, thanks."
Marcus knew all the right buttons to "turn-on" his intended little, white
fuck-toys.
"So, do you think maybe you would like to earn more? I mean the pics will all
be totally tasteful... if your husband would permit you to pose?"
As a woman of the new millennium, Jenny didn't like the notion that she had to
be "permitted" to do anything. The fact that she never would have ever though
about actually posing even so far as she already had before now, seemed lost on
her. She was so much within Marcus's spun-web of seduction that she didn't
even realize she was about to be "gobbled-up."
"H-how much m-more do you pay?"
"Well... It depends if I have a client for the photo's and just what you are
willing to do in so much as how far you'll go. I have an idea though that I
hope you won't think is to forward. I mean if you think it wouldn't be right
or anything..."
Jenny braced herself. As Marcus rambled through the delivery, she knew what he
was going to say. Okay... not the exact words, but she still "knew."
"If you really wanted that leather case for your husband and the camera, I
could let you have it for a dozen pictures of you topless."
There it was. Jenny wanted to feel nothing but shocked indignation and
outrage, but those were only parts of her reaction to the proposal. How bad
would it be anyhow? He had already taken pictures of her rolling around in
bed. She was certainly not ashamed of her body...
"Just topless?"
"Yeah... and like smiling and stuff... Just typical "Playboy" style photos."
"Okay... for the case."
Jenny Carter, wife of Rob Carter... coach of a nationally ranked university
girl's cheer-leading squad... prim-and-proper white, catholic-raised southern
belle, reached up and unhooked her sports bra to bare her breasts in front of a
Black man for the first time in her life.
Her bouncy, mouthwatering tits sprung from behind their firm, tight support. A
slight draft in the cavernous inner building found its way to breeze against
Jenny's delicate skin and her nipples hardened to their erect perfection at the
chill... or did they "stiffen" for another reason?
Jenny had never gotten off the mattress, and now she tossed her bra to the
floor near where her discarded skirt and blouse lay in a small pile. She still
had her panties and heels on, but her thoughts were starting to become less of
what she had on but more of what she might be taking off next.
Marcus decided to "heat" up the pictures.
"I want you to push up your tits. You really look hot, Jenny... Yeah, you got
great tits. The camera loves you. Okay, pout for me baby. Toss that blonde
hair back and arch that back... Oh yeah... Work for me. Now, I want you to
reach down and slide your left hand down the front of your panties..."
Jenny heard the words. What should she do? What did she want to do.
"Excuse me, these pictures are just topless, right."
"Yeah, right. Forgive, me but I got carried away there. Lord, but you would
be hot if you could just go... I mean, your smoldering, baby. Would your
husband still be opposed to you doing full nudity if he knew you could make up
to $1000 for a simple shoot?"
"A thousand dollars?!?"
"Yeah, with some deals the money can go up from there but than the pictures get
more explicit, if you know what I mean."
Jenny was pretty sure she knew what the Black man meant considering the
pictures on the walls. Still, a thousand dollars for an hour or so of work...
"umm... Would I be able to make like that much... Today?"
"You mean like the full deal?"
"OH NO! Just... maybe like you said with like my panties off... stuff."
Jenny's heart was beating as she put voice to the thoughts that had been trying
to work their way out for the past several moments. She was actually
negotiating her panties to a Black man.
"Well, for that we would need a buyer for your pics prearranged to get into the
serious coin and they don't purchase without seeing some of the goods. The way
it works is I would need to take a couple sample shots up front and than see
what goes down, but I could assure you that if you wanted some easy money and
thought it would be okay with your old man, that we can do this now..."
Jenny had too work nearly two weeks at the university to make a thousand
dollars. Rob did okay, but trying to pay for a house and getting the
retirement fund in order... A thousand dollars was a lot of money.
"Do you pay anything for the "samples."
It was usually just sex and self-esteem that fell the woman to Marcus, but
sometimes it was money. With Jenny, it seemed like all three were at play. If
money was the bait, than it was time to set the hook.
"Well... I am a little short of cash at the moment. That's why I'm selling the
camera in a way. I tell you what though, I am so sure that you will make a lot
of money for us both with some pictures that I will shave some more price from
the camera."
"How much more?" Jenny hadn't wanted to pay six hundred in the first place.
"It is normally a hundred for a couple samples."
"Than the camera will only be $500 and I get the case too."
"That's right, but best of all will be all the money you'll get when we get you
modeling."
The hook was set and like a fish about to be yanked from the water into a
bizarre, alien environment, all Jenny could do was try to resist the pull as
she was about to be reeled in to her "dark destiny."
"Okay than."
Marcus smiled as Jenny Carter prepared to take her next step down the path of
no return. Her panties wouldn't go back onto the blonde beauty until she was
already filled with potent, baby-making seed inside her fertile, unprotected
cunt... But that is a scene that won't be described until part II.
PART II of Taking It Out In Trade
Jenny Carter was laying naked on a well-worn bed, in a glorified "abandoned"
warehouse, in front of a lone, young Black man about to take some very
"revealing" photographs of her. Jenny was no slut and she was a married woman
who had never even imagined anything like what she was now doing, ever
before... so how had she come to such a position?
It had all started with her rapidly approaching tenth-anniversary. Jenny did
love her husband and treasured her years with him. Still, it had not all been
smooth sailing, especially the past year when she had tried desperately but
unsuccessfully to begin a "family." Jenny hadn't been able to share her
problems with her husband, Rob, because he hadn't wanted c***dren yet until
they were better able to afford them. Jenny was already in her thirties
though, and her biological clock was ticking
It all meant that she was perfect for the seductive trap that Marcus had set to
catch a woman just like her.
Marcus was a Black man. That much was already established. What wasn't stated
was that he was a Black man that had desires to get himself as many married,
white pussys as he could. He had stumbled on a fantastic method of putting a
camera up for sale in the personals. He tried to screen the interested calls
and than invited the possible to the studio. The goal was always to fuck the
bitch, and Marcus had a lot of successes with the play. Still, he had never
landed anyone more desirable than the 5'9 strawberry-blonde university
cheerleader-coach that now lay naked before him. Marcus smiled.
Jenny slowly lifted and spread her legs for the "beaver" shot. She almost
thought to herself she should reach down and spread her "lips" with her fingers
like she had seen the girls do in that magazine she had confis**ted at school.
It had looked so... Tacky, but maybe that was what guys wanted? Jenny couldn't
do it.
She could barely believe she had even pulled off her panties just for a few
dollars. Actually, it was a lot of dollars, but still... Jenny had to draw the
line somewhere or there was no telling how far things would go. [Okay, Marcus
could tell how far things were about to go, but now we are just digressing so
on to the action...]
"Touch yourself for me, Jenny."
He did want her to pose like those nasty girls in that magazine. Jenny was
shocked at herself but for some reason she actually "wanted" to do it too. SHE
WAS JUST FEELING SO DAMN CONFUSED.
Jenny was in trouble. She had answered an advertisement in the morning paper
hoping to buy a dream gift to celebrate her commitment and joy within the ten
years of marital, faithful bliss she had shared with her truelove, and yet in
short order she had been systematically charmed out of her panties and her
reserve. She was utterly lost and yet she didn't seem to realize that the path
back to salvation was almost already beyond her reach.
The athletically-toned, "faithful" brides hand went down between her legs and
"touched" herself for the camera. If Rob ever seen the pictures... She would
have to tell her husband. Would he understand? A thousand dollars just for
pictures. Surely, Rob would see...
Marcus loved the dawn before the storm. When you could smell it in the air and
knew it was going to be a wild one. Jenny was going to be such a fantastic
fuck. Her pussy was real nice and it pleased the young Black that she was a
natural blonde. So many of the bitches dyed. It was really the skin color
that mattered to him personally, but his main web site was a
"Blacks-and-blondes" deal, and if he was going to make Jenny an Internet star,
than it was just so sweet that she was blonde all over.
"Okay, now get up on your hands and knees like a "bitch." You know,
doggy-style. Stick that hot ass back and arch your back. Come on Jenny, don't
get shy on me now. Work it baby, look over your shoulder and smile like your
hubby is about to rock your world."
Jenny had to admit to herself that she wasn't especially found of crude words
like "bitch" and "doggy-style." She knew what "doggy" was all about but it
seemed so base. Even though it did allow good depth with Rob which was great
considering his slightly below-average length, she never thought of the term
"doggy." Still, what was she going to do... besides spin around and get up on
all fours like a female bitch, that is?
"That's if Jenny... Awesome... Really, really awesome... Reach down between
your legs now and put your index finger in... Slowly."
"Umm... for just a sample picture?" Jenny's comfort level was being pushed
again. Like she had much of a "no-pass" zone left to invade... It was going to
get very eXXXplicit for Jenny and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to
resist it.
"Trust me, Jenny... just a finger. I'll knock another $50 off the camera. If
we can show that you are willing than the offers are going to make us both
rich."
$450. She would be able to buy a couple blank videos too.
Jenny slowly inserted her index finger on her left hand. It made it a bit of a
trick to maintain her balance on just threes... She managed the feat though and
even smiled for the camera as she buried her digit to the knuckle.
"Okay, now finger yourself a bit."
Suddenly Jenny was concerned that there were a couple video cameras aimed at
her on the tripods. She really didn't know for sure they were off and all
things considered...
"Those video cameras aren't recording, right?"
"Of course not," the Nigger lied again. It was so easy.
Jenny had seen Marcus snap off six pictures. She figured that should be
enough. If he wanted more... What was she thinking?
She couldn't possibly do more, could she?
"That should be enough pictures than, I... b-better get dressed."
Jenny didn't want to get dressed. Marcus knew it.
"Do you want the camera for $300?"
Of course she did, but what would it "cost" her.
"You turned me on babe. You must have seen the pictures on the walls. I wish
I could give you more, but all I'm asking is you suck me off. It is worth $150
cause you are the finest woman I've seen."
"I-I'm m-married." Jenny wanted the words to answer the request, but instead
the utter lack of conviction and strength in her voice made it obvious that she
wasn't going to be able to say no.
Marcus set the camera down.
"Don't worry, no one will know. I won't take any pictures." [Just the half
dozen hidden video camera's capturing every angle of all the action on the
bed.]
"I-it's w-wrong."
Jenny was almost in a trance as Marcus opened the front of his pants. She
could get the camera for $300 but Marcus was a... "Nigger." Jenny wasn't
racist. She was a married woman. It was so wrong. Jenny opened her mouth as
Marcus moved to her.
He was big.... much bigger than Rob. Bigger than anyone Jenny had ever seen
before, The photographs on the wall hadn't done him justice. Jenny had always
heard the whispers and jokes about "them," How they were all so big like apes
or something. She had always thought that the rumors were just the ignorant
stereotyping of small-minded bigots and wishful-thinkers. Now she was going to
have a major struggle to "swallow" the truth.
Jenny actually liked to suck cock. She had always been a very oral girl. From
her pacifier as a baby to her thumb, her mouth had been the center of her world
in the earliest years. She loved to eat good food. Even as a p*****n, she had
an idea what it did to the boys when she sucked her lollipops and popsicle. By
the time she was in high-school, Jenny didn't only view oral as a way to make
sure she didn't end up pregnant by any of her "unruly" dates. She liked to
suck cock.
As Jenny tried to take Marcus though, she realized nothing she had ever done
had prepared her for the ordeal of trying to take a foot of prime, thick,
"Nigger" meat between her pretty, red-lipstick-coated lips and deep into her
hot, willing cocksucking-mouth and down her wet, tight, restrictive, deep
throat.
Luckily, Marcus wasn't into gagging the bitch. He wanted Jenny to do the work
so when he "painted" her face, she would know she had "earned" it.
Jenny started with just the first third of Marcus's huge monster. Even that
was more than Rob had. Jenny had to open her mouth wider as Marcus thickened
to his full erection. She had no idea how thick he was other than she imagined
it might be easier to take the bottom of a coke bottle into her mouth.
Jenny tried to go deeper, but it was so damn thick. She had to lick along his
long, Black shaft and wet it. Maybe she could lubricate him some...
"Lick my Black balls, Jenny."
Jenny had Marcus's eXXXposed foot-long, Black cock laid up along her pretty,
white face and she was actually in the process of being unfaithful to her
marital vows for the first time in ten years, but she couldn't imagine licking
the "Nigger's" Black, sperm-filled balls. It was just so depraved.
Her tongue kept going down and than she was at the base of his cock. They were
so big. They looked so fucking, potent... Suddenly all of Jenny's old
instincts of "defusing" these situations came flooding back. It was obvious
that his corpus load of seed would be flooding forth from those big balls
soon... She had to make sure that it wouldn't be happening inside her
unprotected womb.
Jenny licked Marcus's Black, sweaty balls. Than she licked his asshole when he
asked for that next. Jenny was a good girl, and she got her reward.
As Marcus aimed at her face, Jenny braced for impact. She would never have
allowed Rob to degrade her in such a fashion ever, even if he had asked. She
had always finished her high-school dates onto the floor of the back seat of
their daddies cars. Somehow though, she knew that she had no right to "waste"
the offering Marcus was about to make to her, so Jenny closed her eyes and
opened her mouth.
The first shot splashed onto her waiting tongue. Jenny went to recoil from the
unfamiliar sensation of taking a wet, sticky, shot into her mouth, but Marcus
had reached out to make sure she wouldn't jerk while he "glazed" her face like
it was some sort of fucking donut.
The second shot splurted wildly and splattered across the bridge of Jenny's
nose. It stuck like raw egg and just began to slowly run down to spread it's
coverage. Marcus always came a lot!
The third, thick, sticky, wet rope of "Nigger's" seed erupted from the thick
head of Marcus's foot-long, Black, potent "weapon" and shot Jenny straight
between her eyes. The backlash had his shot careen off and end up pooling in
her right eye. Marcus always gave himself point's for getting "it" in their
eyes.
Three more voluminous splurts of the Nigger's seemingly endless supply of sperm
erupted like a miniature geyser until Jenny's pretty facial features were near
obliterated under the sticky mask of his baby-making goo. She felt like a
total whore. SHE WAS A MARRIED WOMAN AND SHE HAD JUST LET A NIGGER SOAK HER
FACE IN HIS SCUMMY SPUNK.
"Thank god, the cameras hadn't been rolling."
Poor Jenny... At least, Marcus grabbed her a towel. He couldn't surpress the
laugh though.
"My, I must have had that built up since yesterday. Sorry, Jenny, I messed you
up good."
Jenny took the towel and tried wiping it out of her eyes before it seeped in
and caused her any serious irritation. She felt a little like she might never
get clean again, but was it cause she was covered in cum, or just that she had
been "filthied by a Nigger's cock?"
When Jenny managed to get her eyes cleared, she couldn't believe the sight that
met her gaze... Marcus was still HARD. Rob never could get it up more than
once a night... even on their honeymoon. What should she do now?
She finished wiping her face in her attempt to "clean" herself as she just
looked at Marcus while he stood there and looked back at her. Finally he broke
the silence as she was about as clean as she was going to get.
"I'll give you the camera for $100 if I can fuck you."
"I.. No that... I couldn'... No."
Her mouth was trying to say "no," but her pussy and eyes were screaming "YES,
take me, Nigger."
Marcus knew he wouldn't be denied. He didn't like kissing them after he had
already cum in their white-trash mouths, but Jenny was a special girl, and the
audience liked it when the woman were kissed before they got bred.
Jenny wrapped her arms around Marcus broad, Black back. She opened her mouth
and let herself be kissed as only her lover should ever kiss her. The contrast
of Black-on-white was accented as Marcus broke to pull off his Chicago-Bull's
Michael Jordan Jersey. Having already kicked his pants, the Nigger was now as
naked as the white bride he was about to breed.
Marcus pushed Jenny onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Jenny had to get
him covered before "this" got out of hand.
"You need to put on a condom. I'm not protected."
"I'll be careful."
It was almost impossible to hide the smile that threatened to explode onto the
Nigger's face, or the lust that filled his eyes at the revelation of her lack
of "protection." Now if she was fertile...
"No... wait... I c-can't get pregnant."
"Don't worry, we got too much money too loose to risk it... I'll pull out in
plenty of time."
Jenny wanted to be fucked. The taboo thrill of risking a potent,
midnight-Black uncovered, baby-making fuck-stick into her extra fertile and
totally defenseless, white cunt had Jenny spreading her legs in EAGER
anticipation as the Nigger secured his mount. In her mind, she wanted an
"accident." Jenny Carter wanted to be impregnated and ruined by this Black
stud's Nigger-bastard planted into her firm, white belly.
Jenny was going to get her wish.
"M-make sure you... UGHHH, you... Ughhh... Oh, make sur... Ugg."
Marcus began to pound fuck the cute, formally-faithful, cheer-leading coach
into the bed. His gentle seduction was now over. What it was now was the
purposable impregnating of this married, white pussy, with his dark, tainted
seed. He was about to add another notch to his bedpost.
Jenny "knew." Deep down inside she knew that this Nigger wasn't going to pull
out when he was about to shoot his potent seed into her cunt. She knew, that
he had no intentions of wasting even a single drop of baby-making sperm
anywhere other than deep inside her fertile, and unprotected womb. What was
worse, was that she knew when the instant came that he would be about to
impregnate her with his mulatto bastard, that she would lock her legs around
his muscular Black ass and pull him deeper inside.
She had tried to deny it to herself every step of the way. When she had agreed
to strip to her bra and panties... Than when she had bared her breasts...
Exposed her pussy... SUCKED COCK...
She had tried to deny it every step of the way but now she wanted to confess
her desires. She could feel Marcus's huge cock begin to throb.
"Don't pull out. I want it. I want you to knock me up."
"I know," Marcus kissed Jenny Carter on her open mouth as he filled her with
his c***d. He continued to cum inside of her for almost a full minute as she
managed to get herself off at that precise instant. The impossible spontaneity
of simultaneous orgasms was just too much. Jenny shrieked in orgasmic bliss as
she became a "mommy" for the first time.
***
After the third fuck of the afternoon, Jenny stood beside Marcus as he
developed the pictures of his cock up her tight, white ass. She was still sore
but it was worth it to see the excitement now as she saw how the camera angle
clearly allowed herself to be identified in the photograph while protecting
Marcus. It was so wicked and "dangerous" to have allowed him to take these
pictures. Fortunately she would get "every copy."
It would be hard enough to explain away being Black-pregnant. She would tell
Rob it had been "****." He wouldn't leave her. As much cum as Marcus had
pumped into her, Jenny wondered if she wouldn't have more than just the one
baby. Somehow her instincts told her she was definitely pregnant.
She hoped she was. Only time would tell. If she would be puking in the
morning in a week or so, she would be the happiest girl. Maybe even happier
than Rob was going to be when she gave him the camera in two weeks for their
anniversary.
Jenny Carter would take the "test" and than make the presentation of the gift,
to see just how much she had actually traded away...
[to be continued?]
remember the name of it but it was damn hot.]
Jenny Carter wanted to do something nice for Rob. The couple had been married
for nearly ten wonderful years. In fact, it was the rapidly approaching
anniversary date of her exchange of fidelity vows that was motivating Jenny's
desires to show her lover just how much he still was near her heart.
The past year had been a little stressful despite the fact she still "loved"
Rob more than life itself. He was her everything, but perhaps that realization
was also part of the "problem." Jenny wanted c***dren.
The university cheerleader-coach wasn't getting any younger and she had made
the decision to start her family last Christmas. Rob hadn't been so sure that
they were ready with the careers and all, but Jenny knew SHE was. She had
stopped taking the pill and than she had just waited... and waited... and
waited. By the time her ninth anniversary rolled around in May, she had become
despondent. Appointments at the fertility clinic confirmed it wasn't her, but
obviously Rob couldn't be tested without letting him know that Jenny was trying
to get impregnated.
Besides... once Jenny was told that she was actually "extra-fertile," there was
no doubt that it was all Rob's equipment that was firing the blanks... and
Jenny really didn't want to hurt her beloved.
She really did still love the man she promised herself to. Jenny had spent
nearly the whole past year telling herself "that" each day. They still laughed
and played and were "passionate" but something was missing for Jenny...
something that she just didn't know how to fill.
It was with this mindset that Jenny's eyes saw the advertisement in the
personals. It read "High-performance brand-name professional-quality Video
Camera for sale. Best offer."
Rob had always wanted a camera. Jenny allowed herself a slight blush as she
imagined what they might do with the camera the night of their
tenth-anniversary. She had to laugh though, as she knew she would probably
chicken out like when Rob had wanted to take that Polaroid of her back when
they had first started dating.
Jenny liked sex, but she was a respected professional at the University and she
had a reputation to protect.
Still, a camera would make a great gift for Rob and Jenny decided to call the
phone number in the advertisement to see just what the seller was considering
for "a best offer."
"Umm, hello, I just saw your ad in the paper for the camera." "Right, are you
interested."
"Yes. Yes I am. My husband has always wanted a camera and I was wondering how
much it would cost."
"Well... it is kind of hard to know how great a camera it is without coming
over to check it out. It will be for your husband you say?"
"Right, it is almost my anniversary and I wanted to do something nice for him."
"Okay... Good, so you would be the one actually looking at the camera than?"
"Umm, I guess I could. I really can't afford to spend much though. I didn't
want to waste my time if the camera is going to be to expensive."
"I tell you what. You come over and I will show you this camera, and when you
see just how much fun you will be able to have with it, I am sure we will both
be happy with the deal."
"Okay. I won't be able to come over to around noon. Is that okay?"
"That will be fine. I am a professional photographer so drop by my studios at
--- --"
As Jenny wrote down the address, she was actually kind of excited. She could
spend up to around $500 on the gift. She would love to get the camera for
less, but if it really was one of those "professional" ones than she would have
to really "sweat-talk" the guy to sell. It was worth a dinner hour though to
give it the old college try.
***
Jenny Coachmen hadn't quite realized what part of town the address would be in.
It wasn't that Jenny was racist. In fact, at the university, she went out of
her way to be nice to them. She knew that growing up in the projects could
never be easy. Sometimes Jenny wished she could do more, but there was only so
much a lone white-woman could do, and it was never a smart thing for any "lone
white-woman" to be in "this" neighborHOOD.
She almost turned the car around a half-dozen times as she slowly drove towards
her ultimate destiny. It would maybe be interesting to know if she would have
slammed on the brakes had she known just what the day was about to have in
store for her [chances are maybe it would have been the gas the young bride
would have stepped on?]
The actual "studio" looked more like a half-abandoned warehouse to Jenny as she
found the address. She really didn't want to be judgmental but she couldn't
help grab her purse a little tighter as she got out of the safety of her car
and walked her married white-ass to the front door. She just thought she
"better damn-well get the camera for all this."
Marcus opened the door and smiled to see the early thirty-something,
strawberry-blonde, cheer leading coach looking "pretty as a picture" and
quickly tried to flash her a "reassuring" smile. He had sold his cameras
before and he knew he would need to play this by the numbers.
"I take it you must be Jenny? Won't you come on in and we'll get down to
business."
For just an instant, Jenny's intuition told her to turn around and run, but
than her "white-guilt" kicked in. Jenny wasn't racist and even though this man
inviting her into the "abandoned warehouse" was just about the Blackest she had
ever seen anyone, there was just no way she could do the "whRIGH-thing" and get
her ass back to "civilization."
Jenny was in the jungle now, and it was just a matter to see how it would
actually play out.
As shitty as the outside walls looked on the "warehouse-studio" most of the
interior was just as bad. Marcus had setup one area though that was where he
made his "movies. He actually had a few cameras, lights, sound mike... Some
editing equipment and a couple pieces of furniture [most prominently was a bed
in the middle of all the cameras.]
Jenny wasn't that naive. She knew just what type of pictures this young Black
man took even without seeing the various glossy eXXXamples of his work pinned
up on the walls. If Jenny hadn't been such a self-confident woman, the scene
would have been intimidating enough to put her in panic. As it was, she
quickly went on the defensive to make sure that she wasn't about to get
"surprised" by anyone[s?] from behind suddenly.
Marcus wasn't about all that though. Sure he never actually invited anyone to
his "studio" unless he was reasonably sure it would be a woman all alone that
came down, and he definitely liked them married and white, but the "Nigger"
wasn't into that **** shit. He had never needed to go that road when he was so
damn good at just seducing the little bitches right out of them panties.
"Umm, so. You... unh, make movies?"
"That's right. Maybe you saw some. They are in most the stores." Marcus
loved when they started the conversation with the "movies."
"No... NO... I don't think so. We don't really watch movies like... That."
"You and your husband you mean?"
"Right, Rob..." Jenny liked getting it out again that she was married. She
tried to rationalize that the sudden unease she was feeling was totally
unwarranted but there was just something so unnerving about looking at the
walls and seeing that nearly every photograph showed white women actually
having sex with several different Black men. What made it that much more
unnerving to the normally self-confident young woman was that many of the
pictures showed Marcus, himself as the "stud."
"Rob doesn't really like movies."
"What about you?"
"No-I-don't-like-them-either." Jenny couldn't get the words out fast enough
but what was the saying about "methinks thou does protest to much?"
"That's cool. I only make them to pay the bills. Course they are fun to do,
but I guess we are here to talk about selling you a camera."
"Can I see it?" Jenny was very glad to get the conversation to the
transaction. The faster she was on her way back to her husband, the safer she
would feel.
"Sure. It is on the stand there. It takes great pictures and is loaded. I
only used it for a few videos but I don't really need it now as I am mostly a
one man operation here and without anyone to work all the features, they don't
do much for me."
"You've... You used the camera to make... Video's."
Marcus allowed himself a warm, soft laugh. Perfect.
"Well, yeah. Don't worry though, the camera stays on the tripod. I mean if it
could talk it would have a tale to tell, but all it does is record the action."
Jenny was suddenly aware that she was having a hard time swallowing. Her heart
was actually sped up and she was sure she was blushing. Damn it, she couldn't
understand why she was having so much "trouble." Surely she wasn't racist, was
she?
"Tha-that's not a problem."
Jenny's words lacked conviction but she wasn't running so Marcus pressed his
advantage. His first order of "attack" was always to get the bitch agitated.
He had long ago mastered the art of projecting his awesome sexual magnetism.
Marcus was proud to be in the front line soldiering in his own little war to do
some payback on whitey. The way he had it figured, there was so much pollution
in the proud Afro-American blood from all those limp-dicked slave owners back
then that it was well past time to start "coloring" as much of the white
gene-pool as he could to even the accounts. He was only one "Nigger," but he
was a damn good warrior, and his weapons of looks and charm, almost always
proved "fatal" to any white-woman's virtues.
First attack was to get them flustered so they would be more susceptible.
Second attack was to start them thinking it wasn't S-E-X that was about to
happen.
"You know, if it is a problem... I suppose I could knock $25 off the price
maybe. What do you think you'll offer now that you can see what a great camera
it is."
Jenny really didn't know cameras, but she knew how much she had to spend. She
also perked up when Marcus had offered to discount the $25. She tried to
collect her voice to get rid of that damned stutter and in her best attempt at
feigned "disinterest," she spoke, "maybe $375?"
Marcus was almost insulted. It wasn't about the camera though, so he just
slipped into the game. Money was not going to be anything more than just the
pieces moved to win his "prize."
"$375??? I'm sorry if I offend you, but you must have been smoking some crack.
This is a $1000 camera easy."
Jenny's face dropped. A thousand dollars? All she could spend was five
hundred.
"I can't afford that, I-I'm sorry."
Jenny was about to turn to leave when Marcus stopped her. "Hold up there. What
do you got?"
She did want the camera. "$600"
Jenny would have a hell of a time finding the extra hundred but she did love
her husband.
"That all? Damn... You seam like such a nice woman, and with your anniversary
and all. I mean I wish I could do something but I am strapped myself... I
could maybe go as low as $800 if I kept the leather and the extra batteries."
Eight hundred. It still wasn't possible for Jenny but it was so much closer
than a thousand. Did she dare hope?
"Isn't there anything else we could do to get the price down. Maybe something
else I wouldn't need?"
Marcus allowed himself to imagine just bluntly telling her that it would be her
virtue that she just wouldn't be needing anymore after he was about to Blacken
it, but the "player" bit his tongue. There was a fine line between being cool
and stalling out, but when he had them nibbling at the line, it was time to
freshen the bait before he could set the hook.
"Well, the camera is basically just that. I really couldn't sell you anything
less. It really is worth it though. I mean, maybe if you saw the quality of
the picture?"
Marcus picked up the light handheld and impulsively aimed it at the attractive
young bride. The monitor behind him lit up with the image of her 36c-26-36,
5'9" well proportioned body. Jenny had never been on "TV" before.
Still, $800 was not doable.
"I'm really sorry, Marcus. The camera is wonderful. I wish I had the money,
but..."
It was time to jerk the line to see if she would bite.
"What if you posed for me?"
The cards were on the table.
"W-what... P-posed?"
Marcus had to be fast. "Not anything like that. I wouldn't think to offend
you. Maybe just something a little suggestive that I could put in my
portfolio. Wouldn't no one see it and I could probably knock off a bunch from
the price as I pay $50 normally for non-nudes."
Fifty dollars off? The camera would still be seven hundred and fifty dollars.
"Would I still get that $25 off you mentioned earlier since you used it for
your movies?"
The question was kind of ridiculous as even $725 was not going to happen for
Jenny, but the lower price was beginning to fill her with hope.
"Sure... We could do that. Are you going to be able to come up to seven and a
quarter?"
Jenny paused as she considered her next thought. She couldn't believe what she
was thinking but Rob would love the camera. "How can we get the price down to
$600?"
"Six hundred? You sure you can't budge? I mean... I do pay $200 for nudes but
are you willing. They are tasteful and strictly hands off..."
Jenny couldn't hear the words as Marcus tried to explain how "tasteful" it
would be for her to bare herself to this "Nigger." No... That wasn't fair to
herself or Marcus. It wasn't even that he was Black that suddenly put her into
a mind-numbing state of shock. The idea of being naked in front of any man
besides her husband or her gynecologist would have effected her. She just
couldn't... Could she?"
"No, I can't. Not nude."
Marcus smiled. He had stopped talking a good thirty seconds before she managed
to answer. Jenny Carter was his. Time to let her just nibble a little more at
the hook before he reeled her in.
"Okay... I normally only pay $100 for lingerie and "cheesecake," but I really
want to help you out here. If you pose for a roll, I'll go $600... You are
wearing lingerie?"
"Of course, I am." Jenny could get the camera. It would be no worse than
going to the beach... would it?
Jenny had never been ashamed of her body, but she had been raised right. She
had maybe gotten a little "showier" in recent years as she realized that a
little leg went a long way to keeping her in regard at the university, but
mostly, Jenny was under the mindset that taking her clothes off was something
best done with the lights off and the window shades drawn.
She almost said "no"... almost.
"Throw in the camera case too."
"Sorry. The leather is a $100. You don't need it though. The camera will be
what hubby likes. I am only doing this as a favor cause I like you but I just
can't go lower for lingerie."
It was low enough. Jenny had to get that camera.
"Okay... Where do I change?"
"You need to change?" Marcus played dumb. He knew she didn't want to strip in
front of him but the goal was to get rid of her last inhibitions. Getting the
go-ahead on showing off some was always a near certainty that the bitch was
his, but there was still the need to play this right.
"You don't have a... room?"
"Considering the movies I make here, it isn't really necessary. I won't look
though if that puts you at ease."
Jenny felt like a little girl again in her first day of gym class. Only this
wasn't a bunch of other young girls she was about to undress in front of...
Marcus was a man... A large, Black man.
Jenny's hands were trembling slightly as she hesitantly reached for the first
button of her blouse. Since she hadn't had a class during the morning, she had
dressed for the office instead of her normal athletic wear.
Marcus was true to his word as he turned his back while Jenny unbuttoned. He
didn't need to watch if it made her uncomfortable. After all, the hidden
camera's had her on film for the video release anyhow.
Jenny worked her buttons to loosen her top until she reached the bottom. Again,
came a moment of "pregnant" pause as she had just the absolute sudden thought
to run, but again... she overcame the impulse. Jenny shrugged her slender
shoulders as she let the blouse fall to the floor and unveiled her toned belly
and her outstandingly firm tits [still mostly concealed in her white
sports-bra, of course.]
Jenny felt the butterflies in her eXXXposed, toned belly as she proceeded her
attention next to her skirt. Jenny didn't often wear a skirt as she was a
cheerleader coach first, but as mentioned, today was to have been just a day at
the office. She hadn't dressed sexier in any sort of way "anticipating" that
she would be posing. It just happened that she was wearing some very "brief"
little panties under her skirt.
She had forgotten that she was wearing such tiny panties. Not that it would
have probably effected her decision. Even though Jenny felt very vulnerable in
her heels and bra and panties, she was also proud of herself that she was going
to get this camera for Rob... Her husband would be so happy.
"Okay, I'm r-ready."
Marcus had watched Jenny's progress in the reflection on the mirror. The whole
room was designed for seXXXing white woman. He had been very pleased to see
that she was even "harder" than he had first thought, but as the big, Black man
smiled to himself, he just couldn't help wondering if Jenny's tummy would still
be so athletically firm afterwards... if he was lucky enough that she might be
"unprotected."
"I see that you are and may I say that it is definitely my pleasure to add you
to my portfolio. You are simply stunningly gorgeous."
Jenny blushed at the smooth words... She did enjoy a compliment, but she wanted
to keep things above board. "These pictures are only going to be for your
professional portfolio, right?"
"Of course," the Nigger kept his face "straight" as he outright lied to poor
Jenny. "Now, why don't you climb up onto that bed on your knees and smile for
the camera?"
Even with the protective coverings of her bra and panties, Jenny felt very
outrageous climbing onto the bed. She couldn't help but glance over at the
pictures on the wall as she realized just how many times woman must have been
fucked on this very bed by Marcus and his other male models. She felt
absolutely eXXXposed even though she could not yet imagine just how much she
was about to "trade" for her husband's anniversary "present."
"It's $600 than if I pose for a couple pictures?"
"I need to take a roll to make sure I get something good but than I will let
you have the camera for the six bills. You know, I was hoping for a thousand
so you are really taking me to the cleaners here."
Jenny tried not to notice that Marcus had a bulge in the front of his pants.
He asked her for more and more suggestive poses as he clicked away capturing
her last few moments of "innocence and purity" for prosperity. In her own
mind, she knew what she was doing was something she would have never imagined
before, and yet as she put her arms together to accent her cleavage, Jenny
couldn't deny to herself that she was actually enjoying the camera.
Maybe it was the fact that any woman entering her early thirties had certain
"insecurities," or maybe it was more specific with her own recent frustrations
within her own marriage that had played their own influences in her marital
"sex-life," but whatever the reasons; Jenny was actually starting to "get-into"
things enough by the time the twenty four pictures had been clipped, that she
didn't even realize it was all over until Marcus just put the camera down.
Jenny had posed the final pictures on her back with her legs spread. She
suddenly realized just what she was doing. SHE COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE HAD
ALLOWED PHOTOGRAPHS OF HERSELF WITH HER LEGS SPREAD LIKE SOME KIND OF COMMON
SLUT!
Jenny quickly rolled over and clutched her arms back to her chest to try to
cover up her "shame." She wanted so desperately to get back to her blouse and
skirt, but the atmosphere of the room had some sort of paralyzing hold onto
her... Almost like it was able to tell her that her time in the bed wasn't over
yet.
Marcus had been proping her all-along as he had taken the first roll of
"cheesecake" The instant Jenny had pulled up to his pad, he had been confidant
that he would Black the bitch. Still, it was a process, and each play of the
cards had to be precisely dealt. It was time to up the ante before the "pot"
would be finally collected by the skillful gamemaster.
"Mmm... Jenny, you should think of modeling pro. The camera really loved you
baby."
Jenny blushed again at the praise from the young man. Sure he was Black, but
he was almost ten years her junior, and the idea that she had turned him on was
exciting Jenny even if it also was still, just a little unnerving.
"Thanks... I guess it was fun." Jenny really did kind of want to get back to
her clothes. She didn't like the way she was suddenly feeling excitement and
emotions that she hadn't felt in so long. It wasn't appropriate to even be
having the thoughts flirting at the back-most recesses of her consciousness.
"What do you think your husband would say... I mean if you were going to maybe
go a little further?"
"Y-you mean like... later?"
"Sure. I think you could get in a magazine with your face and body. You are
in such great shape. You must really take care of yourself."
"Yeah, thanks."
Marcus knew all the right buttons to "turn-on" his intended little, white
fuck-toys.
"So, do you think maybe you would like to earn more? I mean the pics will all
be totally tasteful... if your husband would permit you to pose?"
As a woman of the new millennium, Jenny didn't like the notion that she had to
be "permitted" to do anything. The fact that she never would have ever though
about actually posing even so far as she already had before now, seemed lost on
her. She was so much within Marcus's spun-web of seduction that she didn't
even realize she was about to be "gobbled-up."
"H-how much m-more do you pay?"
"Well... It depends if I have a client for the photo's and just what you are
willing to do in so much as how far you'll go. I have an idea though that I
hope you won't think is to forward. I mean if you think it wouldn't be right
or anything..."
Jenny braced herself. As Marcus rambled through the delivery, she knew what he
was going to say. Okay... not the exact words, but she still "knew."
"If you really wanted that leather case for your husband and the camera, I
could let you have it for a dozen pictures of you topless."
There it was. Jenny wanted to feel nothing but shocked indignation and
outrage, but those were only parts of her reaction to the proposal. How bad
would it be anyhow? He had already taken pictures of her rolling around in
bed. She was certainly not ashamed of her body...
"Just topless?"
"Yeah... and like smiling and stuff... Just typical "Playboy" style photos."
"Okay... for the case."
Jenny Carter, wife of Rob Carter... coach of a nationally ranked university
girl's cheer-leading squad... prim-and-proper white, catholic-raised southern
belle, reached up and unhooked her sports bra to bare her breasts in front of a
Black man for the first time in her life.
Her bouncy, mouthwatering tits sprung from behind their firm, tight support. A
slight draft in the cavernous inner building found its way to breeze against
Jenny's delicate skin and her nipples hardened to their erect perfection at the
chill... or did they "stiffen" for another reason?
Jenny had never gotten off the mattress, and now she tossed her bra to the
floor near where her discarded skirt and blouse lay in a small pile. She still
had her panties and heels on, but her thoughts were starting to become less of
what she had on but more of what she might be taking off next.
Marcus decided to "heat" up the pictures.
"I want you to push up your tits. You really look hot, Jenny... Yeah, you got
great tits. The camera loves you. Okay, pout for me baby. Toss that blonde
hair back and arch that back... Oh yeah... Work for me. Now, I want you to
reach down and slide your left hand down the front of your panties..."
Jenny heard the words. What should she do? What did she want to do.
"Excuse me, these pictures are just topless, right."
"Yeah, right. Forgive, me but I got carried away there. Lord, but you would
be hot if you could just go... I mean, your smoldering, baby. Would your
husband still be opposed to you doing full nudity if he knew you could make up
to $1000 for a simple shoot?"
"A thousand dollars?!?"
"Yeah, with some deals the money can go up from there but than the pictures get
more explicit, if you know what I mean."
Jenny was pretty sure she knew what the Black man meant considering the
pictures on the walls. Still, a thousand dollars for an hour or so of work...
"umm... Would I be able to make like that much... Today?"
"You mean like the full deal?"
"OH NO! Just... maybe like you said with like my panties off... stuff."
Jenny's heart was beating as she put voice to the thoughts that had been trying
to work their way out for the past several moments. She was actually
negotiating her panties to a Black man.
"Well, for that we would need a buyer for your pics prearranged to get into the
serious coin and they don't purchase without seeing some of the goods. The way
it works is I would need to take a couple sample shots up front and than see
what goes down, but I could assure you that if you wanted some easy money and
thought it would be okay with your old man, that we can do this now..."
Jenny had too work nearly two weeks at the university to make a thousand
dollars. Rob did okay, but trying to pay for a house and getting the
retirement fund in order... A thousand dollars was a lot of money.
"Do you pay anything for the "samples."
It was usually just sex and self-esteem that fell the woman to Marcus, but
sometimes it was money. With Jenny, it seemed like all three were at play. If
money was the bait, than it was time to set the hook.
"Well... I am a little short of cash at the moment. That's why I'm selling the
camera in a way. I tell you what though, I am so sure that you will make a lot
of money for us both with some pictures that I will shave some more price from
the camera."
"How much more?" Jenny hadn't wanted to pay six hundred in the first place.
"It is normally a hundred for a couple samples."
"Than the camera will only be $500 and I get the case too."
"That's right, but best of all will be all the money you'll get when we get you
modeling."
The hook was set and like a fish about to be yanked from the water into a
bizarre, alien environment, all Jenny could do was try to resist the pull as
she was about to be reeled in to her "dark destiny."
"Okay than."
Marcus smiled as Jenny Carter prepared to take her next step down the path of
no return. Her panties wouldn't go back onto the blonde beauty until she was
already filled with potent, baby-making seed inside her fertile, unprotected
cunt... But that is a scene that won't be described until part II.
PART II of Taking It Out In Trade
Jenny Carter was laying naked on a well-worn bed, in a glorified "abandoned"
warehouse, in front of a lone, young Black man about to take some very
"revealing" photographs of her. Jenny was no slut and she was a married woman
who had never even imagined anything like what she was now doing, ever
before... so how had she come to such a position?
It had all started with her rapidly approaching tenth-anniversary. Jenny did
love her husband and treasured her years with him. Still, it had not all been
smooth sailing, especially the past year when she had tried desperately but
unsuccessfully to begin a "family." Jenny hadn't been able to share her
problems with her husband, Rob, because he hadn't wanted c***dren yet until
they were better able to afford them. Jenny was already in her thirties
though, and her biological clock was ticking
It all meant that she was perfect for the seductive trap that Marcus had set to
catch a woman just like her.
Marcus was a Black man. That much was already established. What wasn't stated
was that he was a Black man that had desires to get himself as many married,
white pussys as he could. He had stumbled on a fantastic method of putting a
camera up for sale in the personals. He tried to screen the interested calls
and than invited the possible to the studio. The goal was always to fuck the
bitch, and Marcus had a lot of successes with the play. Still, he had never
landed anyone more desirable than the 5'9 strawberry-blonde university
cheerleader-coach that now lay naked before him. Marcus smiled.
Jenny slowly lifted and spread her legs for the "beaver" shot. She almost
thought to herself she should reach down and spread her "lips" with her fingers
like she had seen the girls do in that magazine she had confis**ted at school.
It had looked so... Tacky, but maybe that was what guys wanted? Jenny couldn't
do it.
She could barely believe she had even pulled off her panties just for a few
dollars. Actually, it was a lot of dollars, but still... Jenny had to draw the
line somewhere or there was no telling how far things would go. [Okay, Marcus
could tell how far things were about to go, but now we are just digressing so
on to the action...]
"Touch yourself for me, Jenny."
He did want her to pose like those nasty girls in that magazine. Jenny was
shocked at herself but for some reason she actually "wanted" to do it too. SHE
WAS JUST FEELING SO DAMN CONFUSED.
Jenny was in trouble. She had answered an advertisement in the morning paper
hoping to buy a dream gift to celebrate her commitment and joy within the ten
years of marital, faithful bliss she had shared with her truelove, and yet in
short order she had been systematically charmed out of her panties and her
reserve. She was utterly lost and yet she didn't seem to realize that the path
back to salvation was almost already beyond her reach.
The athletically-toned, "faithful" brides hand went down between her legs and
"touched" herself for the camera. If Rob ever seen the pictures... She would
have to tell her husband. Would he understand? A thousand dollars just for
pictures. Surely, Rob would see...
Marcus loved the dawn before the storm. When you could smell it in the air and
knew it was going to be a wild one. Jenny was going to be such a fantastic
fuck. Her pussy was real nice and it pleased the young Black that she was a
natural blonde. So many of the bitches dyed. It was really the skin color
that mattered to him personally, but his main web site was a
"Blacks-and-blondes" deal, and if he was going to make Jenny an Internet star,
than it was just so sweet that she was blonde all over.
"Okay, now get up on your hands and knees like a "bitch." You know,
doggy-style. Stick that hot ass back and arch your back. Come on Jenny, don't
get shy on me now. Work it baby, look over your shoulder and smile like your
hubby is about to rock your world."
Jenny had to admit to herself that she wasn't especially found of crude words
like "bitch" and "doggy-style." She knew what "doggy" was all about but it
seemed so base. Even though it did allow good depth with Rob which was great
considering his slightly below-average length, she never thought of the term
"doggy." Still, what was she going to do... besides spin around and get up on
all fours like a female bitch, that is?
"That's if Jenny... Awesome... Really, really awesome... Reach down between
your legs now and put your index finger in... Slowly."
"Umm... for just a sample picture?" Jenny's comfort level was being pushed
again. Like she had much of a "no-pass" zone left to invade... It was going to
get very eXXXplicit for Jenny and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to
resist it.
"Trust me, Jenny... just a finger. I'll knock another $50 off the camera. If
we can show that you are willing than the offers are going to make us both
rich."
$450. She would be able to buy a couple blank videos too.
Jenny slowly inserted her index finger on her left hand. It made it a bit of a
trick to maintain her balance on just threes... She managed the feat though and
even smiled for the camera as she buried her digit to the knuckle.
"Okay, now finger yourself a bit."
Suddenly Jenny was concerned that there were a couple video cameras aimed at
her on the tripods. She really didn't know for sure they were off and all
things considered...
"Those video cameras aren't recording, right?"
"Of course not," the Nigger lied again. It was so easy.
Jenny had seen Marcus snap off six pictures. She figured that should be
enough. If he wanted more... What was she thinking?
She couldn't possibly do more, could she?
"That should be enough pictures than, I... b-better get dressed."
Jenny didn't want to get dressed. Marcus knew it.
"Do you want the camera for $300?"
Of course she did, but what would it "cost" her.
"You turned me on babe. You must have seen the pictures on the walls. I wish
I could give you more, but all I'm asking is you suck me off. It is worth $150
cause you are the finest woman I've seen."
"I-I'm m-married." Jenny wanted the words to answer the request, but instead
the utter lack of conviction and strength in her voice made it obvious that she
wasn't going to be able to say no.
Marcus set the camera down.
"Don't worry, no one will know. I won't take any pictures." [Just the half
dozen hidden video camera's capturing every angle of all the action on the
bed.]
"I-it's w-wrong."
Jenny was almost in a trance as Marcus opened the front of his pants. She
could get the camera for $300 but Marcus was a... "Nigger." Jenny wasn't
racist. She was a married woman. It was so wrong. Jenny opened her mouth as
Marcus moved to her.
He was big.... much bigger than Rob. Bigger than anyone Jenny had ever seen
before, The photographs on the wall hadn't done him justice. Jenny had always
heard the whispers and jokes about "them," How they were all so big like apes
or something. She had always thought that the rumors were just the ignorant
stereotyping of small-minded bigots and wishful-thinkers. Now she was going to
have a major struggle to "swallow" the truth.
Jenny actually liked to suck cock. She had always been a very oral girl. From
her pacifier as a baby to her thumb, her mouth had been the center of her world
in the earliest years. She loved to eat good food. Even as a p*****n, she had
an idea what it did to the boys when she sucked her lollipops and popsicle. By
the time she was in high-school, Jenny didn't only view oral as a way to make
sure she didn't end up pregnant by any of her "unruly" dates. She liked to
suck cock.
As Jenny tried to take Marcus though, she realized nothing she had ever done
had prepared her for the ordeal of trying to take a foot of prime, thick,
"Nigger" meat between her pretty, red-lipstick-coated lips and deep into her
hot, willing cocksucking-mouth and down her wet, tight, restrictive, deep
throat.
Luckily, Marcus wasn't into gagging the bitch. He wanted Jenny to do the work
so when he "painted" her face, she would know she had "earned" it.
Jenny started with just the first third of Marcus's huge monster. Even that
was more than Rob had. Jenny had to open her mouth wider as Marcus thickened
to his full erection. She had no idea how thick he was other than she imagined
it might be easier to take the bottom of a coke bottle into her mouth.
Jenny tried to go deeper, but it was so damn thick. She had to lick along his
long, Black shaft and wet it. Maybe she could lubricate him some...
"Lick my Black balls, Jenny."
Jenny had Marcus's eXXXposed foot-long, Black cock laid up along her pretty,
white face and she was actually in the process of being unfaithful to her
marital vows for the first time in ten years, but she couldn't imagine licking
the "Nigger's" Black, sperm-filled balls. It was just so depraved.
Her tongue kept going down and than she was at the base of his cock. They were
so big. They looked so fucking, potent... Suddenly all of Jenny's old
instincts of "defusing" these situations came flooding back. It was obvious
that his corpus load of seed would be flooding forth from those big balls
soon... She had to make sure that it wouldn't be happening inside her
unprotected womb.
Jenny licked Marcus's Black, sweaty balls. Than she licked his asshole when he
asked for that next. Jenny was a good girl, and she got her reward.
As Marcus aimed at her face, Jenny braced for impact. She would never have
allowed Rob to degrade her in such a fashion ever, even if he had asked. She
had always finished her high-school dates onto the floor of the back seat of
their daddies cars. Somehow though, she knew that she had no right to "waste"
the offering Marcus was about to make to her, so Jenny closed her eyes and
opened her mouth.
The first shot splashed onto her waiting tongue. Jenny went to recoil from the
unfamiliar sensation of taking a wet, sticky, shot into her mouth, but Marcus
had reached out to make sure she wouldn't jerk while he "glazed" her face like
it was some sort of fucking donut.
The second shot splurted wildly and splattered across the bridge of Jenny's
nose. It stuck like raw egg and just began to slowly run down to spread it's
coverage. Marcus always came a lot!
The third, thick, sticky, wet rope of "Nigger's" seed erupted from the thick
head of Marcus's foot-long, Black, potent "weapon" and shot Jenny straight
between her eyes. The backlash had his shot careen off and end up pooling in
her right eye. Marcus always gave himself point's for getting "it" in their
eyes.
Three more voluminous splurts of the Nigger's seemingly endless supply of sperm
erupted like a miniature geyser until Jenny's pretty facial features were near
obliterated under the sticky mask of his baby-making goo. She felt like a
total whore. SHE WAS A MARRIED WOMAN AND SHE HAD JUST LET A NIGGER SOAK HER
FACE IN HIS SCUMMY SPUNK.
"Thank god, the cameras hadn't been rolling."
Poor Jenny... At least, Marcus grabbed her a towel. He couldn't surpress the
laugh though.
"My, I must have had that built up since yesterday. Sorry, Jenny, I messed you
up good."
Jenny took the towel and tried wiping it out of her eyes before it seeped in
and caused her any serious irritation. She felt a little like she might never
get clean again, but was it cause she was covered in cum, or just that she had
been "filthied by a Nigger's cock?"
When Jenny managed to get her eyes cleared, she couldn't believe the sight that
met her gaze... Marcus was still HARD. Rob never could get it up more than
once a night... even on their honeymoon. What should she do now?
She finished wiping her face in her attempt to "clean" herself as she just
looked at Marcus while he stood there and looked back at her. Finally he broke
the silence as she was about as clean as she was going to get.
"I'll give you the camera for $100 if I can fuck you."
"I.. No that... I couldn'... No."
Her mouth was trying to say "no," but her pussy and eyes were screaming "YES,
take me, Nigger."
Marcus knew he wouldn't be denied. He didn't like kissing them after he had
already cum in their white-trash mouths, but Jenny was a special girl, and the
audience liked it when the woman were kissed before they got bred.
Jenny wrapped her arms around Marcus broad, Black back. She opened her mouth
and let herself be kissed as only her lover should ever kiss her. The contrast
of Black-on-white was accented as Marcus broke to pull off his Chicago-Bull's
Michael Jordan Jersey. Having already kicked his pants, the Nigger was now as
naked as the white bride he was about to breed.
Marcus pushed Jenny onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Jenny had to get
him covered before "this" got out of hand.
"You need to put on a condom. I'm not protected."
"I'll be careful."
It was almost impossible to hide the smile that threatened to explode onto the
Nigger's face, or the lust that filled his eyes at the revelation of her lack
of "protection." Now if she was fertile...
"No... wait... I c-can't get pregnant."
"Don't worry, we got too much money too loose to risk it... I'll pull out in
plenty of time."
Jenny wanted to be fucked. The taboo thrill of risking a potent,
midnight-Black uncovered, baby-making fuck-stick into her extra fertile and
totally defenseless, white cunt had Jenny spreading her legs in EAGER
anticipation as the Nigger secured his mount. In her mind, she wanted an
"accident." Jenny Carter wanted to be impregnated and ruined by this Black
stud's Nigger-bastard planted into her firm, white belly.
Jenny was going to get her wish.
"M-make sure you... UGHHH, you... Ughhh... Oh, make sur... Ugg."
Marcus began to pound fuck the cute, formally-faithful, cheer-leading coach
into the bed. His gentle seduction was now over. What it was now was the
purposable impregnating of this married, white pussy, with his dark, tainted
seed. He was about to add another notch to his bedpost.
Jenny "knew." Deep down inside she knew that this Nigger wasn't going to pull
out when he was about to shoot his potent seed into her cunt. She knew, that
he had no intentions of wasting even a single drop of baby-making sperm
anywhere other than deep inside her fertile, and unprotected womb. What was
worse, was that she knew when the instant came that he would be about to
impregnate her with his mulatto bastard, that she would lock her legs around
his muscular Black ass and pull him deeper inside.
She had tried to deny it to herself every step of the way. When she had agreed
to strip to her bra and panties... Than when she had bared her breasts...
Exposed her pussy... SUCKED COCK...
She had tried to deny it every step of the way but now she wanted to confess
her desires. She could feel Marcus's huge cock begin to throb.
"Don't pull out. I want it. I want you to knock me up."
"I know," Marcus kissed Jenny Carter on her open mouth as he filled her with
his c***d. He continued to cum inside of her for almost a full minute as she
managed to get herself off at that precise instant. The impossible spontaneity
of simultaneous orgasms was just too much. Jenny shrieked in orgasmic bliss as
she became a "mommy" for the first time.
***
After the third fuck of the afternoon, Jenny stood beside Marcus as he
developed the pictures of his cock up her tight, white ass. She was still sore
but it was worth it to see the excitement now as she saw how the camera angle
clearly allowed herself to be identified in the photograph while protecting
Marcus. It was so wicked and "dangerous" to have allowed him to take these
pictures. Fortunately she would get "every copy."
It would be hard enough to explain away being Black-pregnant. She would tell
Rob it had been "****." He wouldn't leave her. As much cum as Marcus had
pumped into her, Jenny wondered if she wouldn't have more than just the one
baby. Somehow her instincts told her she was definitely pregnant.
She hoped she was. Only time would tell. If she would be puking in the
morning in a week or so, she would be the happiest girl. Maybe even happier
than Rob was going to be when she gave him the camera in two weeks for their
anniversary.
Jenny Carter would take the "test" and than make the presentation of the gift,
to see just how much she had actually traded away...
[to be continued?]
Maddy
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