The dragon and the lamb.
Like the moment she saw her slut-slippers, when she realised things had taken a path she was reluctant to follow but was unable to stop; Emma let out a reticent laugh. She knew there needed,
had
to be a 'next phase'. The only question was; would she stay the course, let the moment take her in its wonderful, intoxicating grasp, see how far she could handle it or draw things to a close at once. Clearly, Kyle was hired for a specific type of modelling. Clearly there would be consequences of letting him near her when she was in such ascendency, such a rich vein of pre-eminence.
Without an answer, keen to capitalise on the moment, Max called over his other model.
Emma was breathing hard. She hadn't noticed, but Kyle had crept back on set, all cleaned up (was that a shame or not?) and was in his next shoot outfit (a pair of even tinier black swim trunks; his awesome bulge tightly bound in shimmering black fabric). She gazed at him almost in a daze as he came over; a black, rippling stallion; powerful and intimidating. Even as he drew near, as he closed in on his prey, Emma felt the pit of her stomach flipping back on itself. Her poise however was unperturbed, her power undwindling and, though she shifted on those spears at her heels, she gave no quarter to the steaming God of sex now in front of her. He was like a dragon standing over her, a potent, immovable force that threatened to devour her if she did not yield.
As she had been from the photo-shoot's inception, Emma was a mosquito's whisker away from calling off the whole show. She was balancing precariously on the line that, should she cross it, would bring down the curtain (her part of the deal was well and truly up after all). But cross it she didn't. Cross it, more crucially, she
couldn't
.
'Just see what happens,' Max said quietly to the man who had, but minutes before, spilled a bucket-load of thick cum on the set.
For what felt like an age, Kyle seemed to study his virgin co-star, almost carrying out a full recon, as if deciding on a plan of attack. His eyes were kind though, not smiling, but warm, as if he could hold her tenderly just as soon as he could consume her in flame. She let her gaze again fall unashamedly to those impossibly small trunks and the astonishing cylinder of cock over which they stretched. She wanted to reach out and run her hand across it, hold it tightly and stroke it through those silky briefs.
The camera was snapping already, capturing the tension, the electricity, the anticipation.
'Come on then,' Emma told her co-star defiantly, in a quiet, breathy voice.
His strong hand ran up her arm, all the way to her shoulder. Emma could have sworn there was electricity in his fingers. She swayed just ever so slightly under his amazing touch, her eyes locked into those of the black, majestic creature in front of her. His hand firm at her neck, sending wonderful shards of pleasure through her shoulders, he drew her sharply, abruptly to him and her eyes fell shut as he kissed her deeply; his fantastic, soft lips hard on her mouth. Her heaving body was pressed fast against that supple, sculpted torso of his. His tongue invaded her, licking deeply inside her hot, open mouth. She felt like she might explode, holding back a tremor, commanding her knees not to go to jelly and buckle. She could feel that fearsome lump in his trunks brushing hard against her stomach and, just as she let her hand drift down to it, her black lover took her firmly by the shoulders and span her in the direction of the whirring camera. As he held her there, parading her to the audience, a shimmering, quivering Goddess, she noticed the second camera. A film camera, complete with boom mike, no less.
No sooner had Emma processed this new information, no sooner had she understood she was about to become a film star too, than Kyle was pressed firmly at her back, gnawing and kissing at her neck. Thoughts of being put onto celluloid quickly vanished; her head lopping to one side and her eyes again falling shut as her powerful, rippling lover held her tight and petted her heavily. She heard herself let out an involuntary whimper as Kyle's hands ran up her stomach and clenched her fleshy, sweating breasts.
The cameras were in; seizing their opportunity and getting their close ups. As her lover squeezed her tits tightly, Emma gave her lenses a filthy, dreamy smile.
Check me out!! I'm a porn star and you
want
me!!!
He was rubbing hard, squeezing and mauling her tits through the slippery red fabric that slid over her skin. No one had ever touched her like that before. It was pure and animalistic. Kyle was giving her a proper pawing. She could feel the knot in her stomach tighten and twist, her legs quivering as she raised her arms, placing her hands tenderly around the back of his hot, rigid neck to allow him more access. His fingers zoned in on her swollen, protrusive nipples, pinching and working them through that wonderful fabric. She whimpered under his delightfully aggressive touch and the bikini, too slight, too delicate and subtle to withstand her brutish lover, came away; sliding up her chest as if offering no resistance at all, exposing her quivering, orbish breasts for all to see. As she bit her bottom lip, whimpering still louder, she could hear the crew gasp in collective appreciation as those huge lumps of lady-flesh were finally bared. Kyle was working them, his huge hands squeezing and caressing them like two enormous, fleshy sponges, sliding effortlessly over their every inch in the sweat, picking and twisting at her rigid nipples.
She could feel his hardening weapon prodding her at the back and he was grinding it into her; a heavy, supple baton.
The intensity of orgasm was building deep in her loins as her black master clawed at her. She rested her head back on his strong shoulder as he went at her; unrelenting and merciless, gritting her teeth and whining. It was fantastic, overwhelming, thrilling. He was taking her all the way. She was heading inextricably towards that incapacitating, blinding crescendo, the extreme intensity boiling over.
And, sure enough; she came. Her body went rigid, she gripped her lover's head and held on to him as though she were about to fall to her death, her legs shaking as her orgasm coursed through her. She was crying out her pleasure, spasming against her sinuous lover, the debilitating sensation suddenly reducing her to a pliant mannequin.
She was still quivering, jerking in the throes of climax as Kyle again took her in hand. Those aching, sandbag breasts swayed and shook under his guidance as, head still spinning, she was forced to her knees in front of him. In her eye-line, not five inches from her face, was that bloated pillar of cock, wrapped in sheer black fabric.
'Now you taste black dick', Kyle said in a thick West Indian lilt.
Without hesitation, Emma had her hands all over it, her gaze awestruck. It was a mighty, sinuous truncheon. She could feel its every contour beneath that amazing fabric, the veins, the foreskin, his wonderfully swollen testicles. She tore down his trunks and the black, fleshy pipe sprang up in front of her like a free-standing punch bag swinging back from taking a hit. She grabbed at it immediately, taking its weight and admiring its beauty. She hadn't given a blow-job in years and, before today, had no real desire to give one again any time soon. Now she couldn't wait to get that amazing cock in her mouth and suck it for all she was worth. She pulled hard down on its length and drew back the foreskin, again revealing that pink-ish head.
'Ooh yeah,' Kyle cooed.
Emma smiled at his appreciation of her technique. But she wasn't there to give him another wank. She was there to suck this gorgeous Adonis off. She bent in and opened her lips wide, taking that amazing cock into her wet, gaping mouth, the effects of orgasm only now beginning to abate. It was heavenly; a warm, soft, huge cylinder of tender muscle. Kyle moaned his appreciation as she sank onto him, his rigid, sinewy, member slipping deeper into her warm mouth. Straining and heaving to get that black pipe deeper inside her gaping jaws, she let out a coo of delight as she savoured the wonderful taste of it. It was wondrous. She felt him grind forward a little and his mighty weapon slipped a little further in. But she came off him, gasping for air, her eyes fixed on the amazing penis still in her grasp. It was wet now, shiny with her saliva and she jerked him some more, tearing that foreskin right back, again revealing his bulbous, swollen helmet.
She dived back on him, sucking intently, eyes screwed shut. She could hear her own slurping noises such was her determination, her effort.
The molten heat between her legs was overwhelming and, without thought, she let her free hand drift towards it to soothe its ache. She picked up a leg and opened up access to her weeping crotch.
The cameras were in again immediately, betraying her every move.
She could feel her bikini bottoms were absolutely soddened; like she'd pissed herself. But it was thick, slippery juice she touched and she buried her fingers into that throbbing heat, sending ripples of pleasure up inside her.
Kyle was ululating, holding her head. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair and clasp her, whether through intense delight or mere sport, she couldn't tell, but he began to gyrate in time with her bobbing, sinking his pole deeper as she blew him. Her breasts shook and swayed, swinging around beneath her; two bags of sweaty flesh. Blowing this beautiful, black King, on her knees, those porn-shoes out behind her, her tits swaying free in the West Indian sun, was terrifyingly exhilarating. The sort of behaviour she would once have derided, have scorned; she now found extremely liberating, invigorating. She could hear the cameramen around her, getting every last detail of her shame, her conquest; forever immortalising her on celluloid.
She could feel Kyle begin to twitch and spasm in her mouth and began immediately to intensify her efforts, dipping on him harder, blowing him more deeply. Finally she would taste his nectar; finally she could shower herself in glory.
The best things 'cum' to those who wait.
Suddenly, much to Emma's surprise and disdain however, Kyle whipped himself out of her mouth, her spit flying everywhere as his giant cock sprang into the open air once more.
