On the sofa of messy front room, I heard the door knock, and my heart my heart with the same powerful lust it had the last time.
I knew who was at the door. I'm know psychic or anything like that, and I don't have any camera monitor activities outside my house. But I'd put an add in the newspaper asking for girls who were willing to become a part of my brand new website. BrokenWill Amateurs was my website. I dedicated to the men out there who loved to see beautiful women with their faces covered with cum. Yesterday a young lady named Tonya called to make an appointment for five o'clock today. I don't know anything about Tonya, except that she has a very sex voice, and that she was punctual. It was four-fifty five. Five minutes early. I liked that.
"The latest victim is here," Marcus smiled. He was a big black man and my best friend in this crazy world. He was my partner in porn, and the camera man. He was a happily married in man when he wasn't here with me. He wanted to be fateful to
his lovely wife, I had no problems with this. His wife agreed to let him be the camera man just as long as his dick stayed in his pants.
"I wonder what this one's going to look like," I wondered allowed.
"Big, fat and ugly," he assumed jokingly. "Big pimples on her forehead. Maybe she used to be a man."
"Shut up."
"Or maybe she'll be like Courtney."
Courtney was the first amateur to have her will broken. She was quite the beauty. I'd deeply enjoyed fucking Courtney until she screamed. I was equally exciting to cum all of her unwilling face.
"One can only hope," I said. "Can you answer the door, Marc?"
"White man over here thinks he's got himself a nigger slave," Marcus growled as he went to answer the door. The video camera was wrapped around his massive arms. He opened the door, but I couldn't see what this Tonya looked like. Marcus
was too big. "Come in," I heard him say. "The man's over there."
Tonya moved past Marcus. She was everything I was hoping for, and a little more. She was about 5'9'' and maybe one hundred and five pounds. In that regard, she was just like Courtney. Tonya was different in most other ways. Her breasts were
larger, the size of grapefruits to my wondering eyes. Her ass was firmer and wider. She reminded me of the actress Jennifer Love Hewitt. Her long legs shot out of a dark skirt. She wore a crazy black shirt that read IF YOU'RE MAN ENOUGH THAN YOU CAN FUCK ME! I planned on doing just that, and I did feel I was man enough. I looked at her long brown hair and deep hazel eyes. I wasn't falling in love, but I was getting horny.
"Am I at the right place?" she asked.
"I think you know that you are," I said.
Marcus closed the door and walked back to where he stood before. He was about a foot and half away from Tonya and I couldn't believe he gigantic he looked when you compared him to Tonya.
"You understand what it is we're doing here?" I asked.
"I know most of it," she said. "I learned about this from Courtney."
"You know Courtney?" I asked.
"We got to school together." Tonya looked around my living room. "Let's see. You fuck me, you post my video and pictures on the site. You cum on my face, I think that should be interesting. Where's that contract anyway?"
I gave her the contract and a pen. She skimmed through it really fast and signed it. The contract just gave me the permission to dirty her name over the Internet. It was going to be easy to convince this woman to play by my rules.
"You know about the interview," I said. I figured she knew already.
"Let the customers know about the woman there watching," she said. "I know, but I really don't think it makes a difference." I didn't think that it did either. The thing is, I can't fuck a girl until I know something about her.
"Let's make the interview interesting than," I said. I grabbed a pink ten inch dildo from underneath the couch. "Why don't you fuck yourself with this? We'll do the interview and you can pleasure yourself at the same time."
I gave Marcus the thumbs up sign. The tape was now running. Tonya was pulling down her skirt, then her panties. I asked her to leave the shirt on. She slid the dildo in and out her mouth. I couldn't wait to get my own cock down her throat. She looked very good at what she did. If the dildo could talk, it'd be screaming. If it could feel, it'd be cuming. When the dildo was lubricated with her saliva, she inched into her pussy, inch by inch. "Just like at home," she pointed out.
"Ready to start?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me with the dildo. If you do that for me, then we can start." My heart was pacing. I wanted to skip the interview and get down to business. My cock was jumping out of my pants. I took hold of the dildo. With my free hand I grabbed her left tit and gave it a nice squeeze. She wasn't wearing a bra. I started
