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Her blouse, the front ripped open, hung over her in tatters, but the bra was nowhere to be found. Her slacks and panties were still bunched up around her ankles, so she pulled them up. But when she tried to fasten them, she found that the front button had come off. In her drunken state, this somehow seemed utterly crushing, and she began to sob, lying there in the alley among the trashcans. After a while, she pulled herself together. At least her ordeal was over! The bastards had let her go. Struggling to her feet, she staggered down the alley looking for help. The alley seemed to go on forever, but she eventually came to what appeared to be a club or a bar of some sort. A short set of stairs led downward to a door. Behind it, she could hear music and people talking. People. Someone to help her. Almost crying with relief, she started to walk swiftly down the stairs. It proved too much for her, however, and she stumbled drunkenly, and fell up against the door. It burst open and she tumbled head over heels into the bar. Chowder Harris, the bartender and owner of the nameless little drinking establishment, looked up in fear as the door crashed inward. His first thought was the police - at any given time, there was enough prostitution, fencing and drug dealing going on in his place to fill a small jail - but he immediately dismissed the thought. He'd slipped money into the right pockets. And even the police didn't venture into Black Cock Story she heard follow her as she fled the store. ******************** "NYPD, Angela DeSabitini speaking," the voice on the phone sounded tired. "I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann crying. "Name please." "I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied. Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was done, the cop said, "Your asking me to believe that there is some group of pornographers preying on naive young tourists?" "Yes." "Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that you broke the law?" "No." "What do you want from the police?" "I want the money they owe me so I can go home." "Do you have a copy of the contract?" "No." "Did you even sign the contract? "No maam," she said sobbing into the phone. "What was the name of this organization?" "E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply. "Would you be willing to testify against them?" "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone. Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the thought of getting all those men off. Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing orgasm and decided to ignore it. The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open up," yelled a female voice. The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on. The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head. "I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the phone yesterday." "No, you must be mistaken, I..." "I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain anonymous, don't call from your home." "What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be arrested. "I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency." "Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop. They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?" asked the cop suddenly. "No," replied Ann. "You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs, extortion, and pornography. The list goes on." "What's he have to do with me?' "His organization is called, E&I enterprises." 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Ann would of cried, but she had used up all her tears in the last few days. "What do you want from me?" "Three things. First, my informants tell me a statement you gave a cop was submitted before a judge asking for a warrant to search these premises. That statement has disappeared. You are to break off all contact with the police. Second, you are now an employee of E&I. Any black employee of the company has access to your body whenever they want you. You're to do what you're told, go where you're told, Your mind and body will be assigned duties that match your abilities." "So I'm some sort of sex slave?" asked Ann shivering, but thinking it wouldn't be that bad to have someone else do all her thinking for her. "Not exactly Ann. If you have a head for business, you might become Vice President, though any black man will still have access to your body, from me, to Bull here, or even a dishwasher in one of my restaurants." Ann turned to look at Bull, who flashed her a toothless grin. "And third?" "Third," said Solomon, "Come suck my dick." Ann glanced over at the envelope and then at the impressive bulge in Mr King's pants. Her nipples had popped out and she felt her pussy gushing. He was still leaning on the desk as she sat in a chair before him and grabbed his thick member through his expensive, Italian pants. She reached up and undid his belt, pulling it out through the loops. She unbuttoned his pants and began unzipping them. Ann knew what his cock would look like before she even saw it and she was right. When she pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hard as a rock. It was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Solomon's cock was as long as Latrell's and as thick as Tyrone's. It seemed carved from ebony, crisscrossed with big blue veins, and a plump head the size of a small apple. His balls were even bigger then Tyrone's. They hung halfway to his knees and she couldn't imagine the amount of sperm they must produce. Ann fell in love with that cock the moment she saw it. She stroked the thick shaft with the palm of her hand, feeling it throb with each stroke. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of the plump head. She swirled her tongue around it, teasing the pee slit, then licking along the flared ridge. Ann kissed the tip, then moved down the shaft, forgetting she was being blackmailed and focusing only on satisfying Solomon's massive member. Ann lifted the shaft and kissed each of his hairy testicles, before moving her mouth back up to the head. Cuckold Tube Black Dick And Black Pussy coursed through her body. Involuntarily, she brought the glass back down onto the counter with a large thump. "Another?" Obligingly, Harris refilled it. She didn't want any more, but still she obediently lifted the glass and again downed the alcohol. It was actually making her feel a bit better; the pain in her crotch and chest seemed to recede as her body became increasingly numb. Without realizing it, the tattered remains of her blouse slipped free of her left hand and fell open, affording Chowder Harris a clear view of her breasts between the torn strips of cloth. Staring openly at her exposed chest, he again refilled her glass. Harris was about to say something when he was suddenly pulled aside by a large, angry-looking black woman: his wife. "What are you do'n?" she asked, furious to have found her husband so friendly with some scrawny, bare-breasted white slut. In the middle of the bar! "Are you crazy?" "Listen," Harris whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the girl as she downed the third shot of whisky. "It's not what y'think. She's just some drunken whore who stumbled in. We can make some money." Somewhat mollified to learn that his interest in the bitch was only financial, his wife released his arm. Still, she wasn't quite sure about it. "The bitch's probably working," she pointed out. Miles will..." "You jokin? A white woman around here? For Miles?" Harris laughed. "That'd be news around here. I'd've heard 'bout it for sure." He was right, and his wife grunted in grudging agreement. "OK. But just you keep your hands off her." Harris nodded, happy that she'd given in. The girl was attractive, but he knew better than to get caught fooling around. His wife was a large woman, and not shy. He turned back to the girl. The additional alcohol was already affecting her, and she was swaying perceptibly on the stool. Harris couldn't help but stare at her breasts - large and firm - as they jiggled appealingly through the torn front of her blouse. The girl was no longer even trying to cover them. Strange, though; she wasn't really dressed like a whore. Too nice. Still... This was business. "That'll be ten bucks," he announced, walking up to stand directly in front of her. She looked over at him in confusion, eyes squinting as she tried to focus. "Wha?" "Ten bucks," he repeated. "For the drinks. 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Ann licked some of his sperm from around her lips, thanking god that he hadn't tried to fuck her. She wanted to go home, but apparently Solomon had other ideas. He climbed on the bed with her, his cock hard once again. Ann looked at him amazed at his stamina. The look he gave her showed he was disgusted with her sperm coated body. He smacked her thigh and she rolled over getting up on all fours. Solomon wasn't gentle with her. He shoved his meaty cock into her pussy and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. He was treating her like a slut and she loved it. She was a slut, she loved fucking Tyrone and Latrell and Solomon. Deep down she had even enjoyed jerking off Bull. Solomon grabbed the jar of vaseline and began coating her rectum with vaseline, circuling around it with his finger, slowly pushing it in past the nail and up to the knuckle. He removed his finger and she felt his thumbs spreading her ass hole open. He began fucking her hard again. So hard she thought the bed would break, so hard he pushed her head down into the pillow until only her ass was thrusting up into the air. So hard, she only felt a moments pain as he pushed his thumbs into her ass hole and she started cumming again. He fucked her hard for ten minutes, while sliding his thumbs into her ass, pulling them apart to stretch her out. When he was done, he pulled his cock out and she heard him in the vaseline jar again. Ann felt Solomon 's cock slide between her cheeks until he stopped and rested the head against her rectum. She felt him push down, the head entering her ass with little pain. Ann felt his slimy, vaseline covered hand grab her ass cheek and he began forcing is cock into her. Soon Solomon was fucking her ass as hard as he had her pussy, though he was only able to get about ten inches inside her. Ann lost all track of time as his thrusts pushed her into the pillow for what felt like an eternity, until with one mighty thrust, she felt his sperm filling her ass, rising to the top as he pulled his cock out, trickling out her ass hole and down her crack as he removed it and shot more sperm onto her cheeks and back. Solomon spanked her and she rolled over. Ann looked up at him smiling, though she knew she must look horrible with dried sperm covering her body and caking her hair. Solomon smiled back and said, "Welcome to E&I Enterprises." ******************** Epilogue The landlord let Angela into Ann's apartment and she had a look around. A rent check was sitting on the table Afroromance turned. It was Miles. Taylor Miles: the most powerful drug dealer and all around crime lord in the neighbourhood. He was also, although it was more of a hobby with him than a significant money making enterprise, a pimp. And a very successful one. He ran all of the girls on the strip down State Street and in the surrounding area. Including Harris's bar. "Hello Chowder." Miles was not a big man, but then he didn't need to be. The two gorillas standing behind him took care of that. And even they were really unnecessary. Miles' reputation preceded him in a very unpleasant manner. "How's tricks?" Harris swallowed. This was bad. "F-fine, Mr. Miles," he stuttered. Really bad. The drug lord nodded at the pool table where the girl was sucking back another load of cum from the cock presently jammed in her mouth. "Bit of a sideline?" he asked. "I didn't know you ran girls." W-well..." In panic, Harris began to blurt out the story, relating how the girl had suddenly appeared in his bar and then 'offered' to pay off the bar tab by fucking the customers. It was pretty thin, but... "Well," the drug dealer smiled (an unpleasant sight), "I'll tell you what I'll do." He stopped smiling abruptly. "And what you'll do." Harris nodded, willing to agree to anything that would not involve serious pain to himself. "I'll leave your bar standing. I'll leave you a hundred dollars of the money you've made from this whore's ass. I'll leave you in one piece." Harris gulped. "In return," Miles continued, "You'll give me the girl. And not try to muscle in on my business again. Ever. Sound fair?" Harris nodded, resignedly pulling the wad of money out of his pocket and handing it over. The drug lord peeled off a hundred dollars, returned it, and put the rest in his own pocket. "T-thank you," Harris said, miserable. Taylor gestured to his two goons. "Get the girl." Sandy was almost comatose, fucking from instinct and rote, when she felt the cock slide from her abused pussy without coming. Dazed, she looked up and saw two huge black men standing over her. Get it over with... Trying to smile, she reached up her hands to welcome them. As one, they grabbed her arms and jerked her to her feet. 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"What was the name of this organization?" "E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply. "Would you be willing to testify against them?" "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone. Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the thought of getting all those men off. Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing orgasm and decided to ignore it. The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open up," yelled a female voice. The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on. The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head. "I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the phone yesterday." "No, you must be mistaken, I..." "I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain anonymous, don't call from your home." "What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be arrested. "I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency." "Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop. They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?" asked the cop suddenly. "No," replied Ann. "You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs, extortion, and pornography. The list goes on." "What's he have to do with me?' "His organization is called, E&I enterprises." That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published the magazine," said Black Cock Story whined in lust while the black man fucked her hard. Just what the stuckup white bitch needed! Like the two men who had raped her earlier that evening, this man didn't last very long. Within minutes, he was shooting his load of warm sperm into her now lubricated pussy. Sandy tried to kick herself free - anything to get his cock out before he dumped his sperm inside her - but it was no use. She was pinned beneath him. When he was done, the man pulled away after giving her one last kiss. Sandy lay limp on the table, gasping for breath as the man's sperm trickled out of her abused pussy and down her ass crack. She had just started to turn over - trying to curl up into a fetal position - when the second man climbed onto the pool table, positioned himself between her still spread legs, and began to fuck her. It did not hurt so much this time, as her pussy had been well lubricated with the first man's sperm. The man's cock slid smoothly in and out of her unprotected pussy. In fact, in her drunken numbness, it almost began to feel good. Almost. As she lay spread on the table being fucked, a thought occurred to her: the quicker they came, the quicker they would be finished and leave her alone. In her drunken state, this seemed to be a good reason to co-operate: to get it over with as soon as possible. Get it over with as soon as possible. And so, lying naked and dripping on a pool table in a bar filled with yelling, cheering black men, Sandra Little, med student and beautiful young woman, slipped her long, slender legs around behind the man and began to fuck back at him; doing her best to make him come as quickly as possible. Harris couldn't believe it! Any doubts about the girl's occupation were discarded. What a little whore! Not that he was complaining. The crowd went wild as the girl threw her naked arms around the man's neck and kissed him hard on the mouth, all the time bucking and heaving beneath him, clearly doing her best to fuck him back. Sandy felt the man begin to stiffen inside of her. Quickly, she brought her face up and began to lick the man on the neck. Ron, one of her boyfriends from back home, had always loved that. Panting, half with lust, she licked and kissed and bit the man on the neck as he came inside of her. As with the first, he climbed quickly off and was immediately replaced by another. 'Get it over
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