Michelle Stewart crossed her arms and watched the bitches leave the apartment. Every girl, except herself, had been invited to a photo shoot today and Michelle knew it was because she had almost called the clumsy black waiter the "N" word. Both Tyrone and Solomon had given her mean stares afterwards.
Why did they have to be black? And who ever heard of a modeling agency run by blacks anyway? Her daddy would kill her if he even knew she had eaten dinner with several black men. Daddy and his Aryan Nation buddies would be here in a minute to kick some black ass if they only knew half of what Michelle had seen. Of course, judging from the size of the black men she had met, daddy and the boys might not of won this fight.
Damn, daddy would shit a brick if he knew that one of the other girls had left with Mr. King. Even if Kim was a slut, you don't fuck black men. Michelle had also caught Tracy kissing the black night guard. Another girl, Lara, had spent two nights with Ann Dutton. Michelle wasn't sure what was going on there or what was worse faggots or Negroes.
Worse, Michelle was a little jealous. At least they were getting some. She had been in a constant state of arousal since coming to New York and she needed a dick bad. Anyway, being left alone had its advantages, she could have a little finger fun in the shower.
Michelle poured herself a glass of water and walked upstairs to her room. She stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. Michelle kept her black hair short, just over the ears, and it was mussed from sleeping. She was of average height with a nice figure. Her breasts were full, not big, and not small. Her areola were practically nonexistent, blending into her skin, but her nipples were fat, dark pink, and long. Since coming to New York, they seemed to be hard all the time, irritating her as they rubbed against her bra. Her hip size matched her breasts and her waist was thin, making her look perfect in a bikini.
Knowing she was alone, Michelle walked naked to the shower. The apartment was an old renovated dormitory and it only had one shower designed for eight people.
Michelle turned one of the showers on and stood under the shower head letting the hot water cascade over her a moment before lathering shampoo into her hair. After rinsing her hair, she grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing her arms and shoulders. Michelle ran the bar of soap down over her breasts, a shiver of pleasure traveling up her spine as the soap flickered over her nipples. Her hands continued downwards, soaping her belly, hips, and then down over her well-trimmed crotch.
Michelle moaned as the soap slid between her legs. She let the soap drop to the floor, but kept her hand between her legs, stroking her fingers upwards towards her clit. She was doing this a lot since coming to New York. Back home, her boyfriend couldn't get enough of her body and tried to put his dick somewhere in her almost everyday. Michelle always made him where a condom, she was scared to death of becoming pregnant and losing her figure. Her looks were her only shot at getting out of Idaho. All her friends had one or two babies by the time they were twenty and she wasn't going to end up like them. Oddly, her daddy seemed to encourage her to have babies. He seemed to think white people weren't breeding fast enough.
Michelle's fingers were moving faster now and she leaned back against the wall for leverage. She was moaning and humping her fingers when a voice said, "Need any help with that?"
Michelle's eyes opened wide in fear for it was a male voice she heard. Standing by the exit was a naked black man with an enormous erection. He was very black and very imposing. The man was probably six and a half feet tall and covered in muscles. His penis was well over a foot long and as thick as her wrist. It was twice as big as any of the penises she had ever seen before.
Michelle screamed and covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her hand. A black man had seen her naked and judging from his erection, he had been watching for a while. Just like her daddy had warned her, here was a negro come to rape and murder her. She shivered with fear and from something else?
"W-who are you?" she asked. Her eyes flickered past him as she considered making a run for it.
"Sorry maam, I work for the company. My water isn't working so I was told I could shower here. There wasn't supposed to be anyone here."
His politeness relaxed her a little, but his large torso was still blocking the exit. As Michelle took a step towards the exit, her foot came down right on the bar of soap she had dropped earlier. She stumbled as the soap shot across the floor. Michelle fell to her knees right before the black man. He reached out to steady her, grabbing her shoulders. As he grabbed her, his massive cock poked right at her lips. Michelle reared her head back in horror, staring cross-eyed at the monster. It looked even more imposing up close.
"You look surprised," said the black man. "Surely you've heard about how big black cocks are?"
"I thought it was a myth," she replied still staring at it.
"Whites say that because it makes them feel inferior to admit the truth. Go ahead and touch it, it wont bite you. This may be your only chance to feel a cock this big."
Michelle crinkled her nose and sniffed. It was almost as if she could smell the man's need to cum. She was breathing heavy as she stared at it and damn it, but he had interrupted her orgasm. She was still horny as hell and she needed to cum as bad as he did.
It was almost like she didn't have a choice. Her hand came up to wrap around it. Just touch it, she thought, see what a real big one feels like, then leave. Think of this as the only time you ever disobeyed daddy. She brought her other arm up and grabbed it with both fists.
It was the most amazing cock she had ever seen. It was probably thirteen inches long and so thick, there was an inch gap between her fingers. The entire cock was as dark black as his skin. It was crisscrossed with huge, bulging, blue veins. It throbbed in her hands and it seemed to radiate both heat and power. It was heavy in her hand as she lifted it to view his balls. They looked like two oranges shoved into a wrinkly brown sack. They hung low between his legs. She hefted them amazed at the amount of sperm, they must hold.
Michelle just had to see this thing squirt. "Can I jerk it off for you?" she asked. That wasn't much worse then touching it.
"Be my guest," said the black smiling down at her.
Michelle grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering up his cock. He reached out and turned the other showers on, the hot water spraying their bodies to keep them warm. Michelle grabbed the base with one hand and began stroking it with her other hand. She had given a few handjobs before losing her virginity and had never felt a cock this hard. Her hand quickly grew tired and she switched. Soon after that, she began using both hands to jerk him off.
Michelle found the sight of that huge black cock head emerging from her hands to be very erotic. It struck out straight towards her mouth and it seemed to be getting closer with each stroke. Poor thing, she thought, he really needs to cum. "Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied.
Michelle figured it really wasn't much worse then stroking it. She wouldn't let him cum in her mouth, she'd just use her mouth to help him along. This would be her one and only act of rebellion against her parents. Daddy would have a heart attack if he knew she was sucking off a racially inferior black man.
