-A Glimpse Of Things to Come-

She sat back on the smoke grey chez lounge, arms propping her up, thighs clasped together, her toes digging nervously into the soft cushioned top as he approached. This was crazy. The cool stillness of the room was juxtaposed against the ferocity of her beating heart. This was crazy. He swaggered up to her on the far end of the lounge, a smarmy grin on his face, clearly drinking in her anxiety of what was transpiring and getting drunk with power on it. He reached out, running the back of his fingers up her bare calf. She jolted out a squeak of surprise pulling her legs closer to her, her nerves getting the better of her. This was crazy.

He chuckled with a kind of cruel humor. He leaned in again, using both hands this time, slowly stroking his hand down her calves starting at the knees until he had reached her ankles. With a sudden and startling move, he grabbed both her ankles pulling her forward in a commanding jerk, raising her bare feet up to just below his chin. She wanted this BAD but was afraid of the consequences, her eyes wide waiting to see if this was the moment. Her pale naked flesh was covered in goose bumps, not in fear, but in anticipation. Her little brown nipples were so hard, they almost ached to be touched, while the small but supple curve of her breasts heaved slowly with each deep breath. This was crazy.

He smiled again, leaning down slightly, kissing the tops of her feet before putting the big toe on her right foot in his mouth and sucking it, lightly swirling his tongue around it. She had all the time wondered of that kind of thing as “gross”, but right then and there, it felt good, more, it felt raw and animalistic. He craved her flesh in a very carnal way, and if watching him switch to her other big toe didn’t bring that home, the gigantic weight and swell of his thick black cock pressed against her bare pussy did. He was gonna fuck her. She was gonna willingly cheat on Henry. This was crazy. How did she end up here..?

-Desperation Makes Strange Bedfellows-

Jeannie Lee AKA PotasticPanda… she had traded a career pathway of medicine for a life of YouTube and Twitch stardom. Along with her boyfriend Henry, they had made quite a name for themselves. Millions of subscribers, many of which horny fanboys, (the burden of being a cute Korean girl in the gaming scene). They did reaction videos, cooking vlogs, guest spots with other cute YouTube girls (such as SuSu) knowing darn well their audience was all the time looking for more masturbatory fodder. They even convinced one of their editors Kai to join them on stream, which rallied the troops, or Krewsaders as they liked to be called, to full fervor.

But here she was, dread in her heart, staring at another YouTube strike. Henry played fast and loose with the clickbait icons sometimes, other times it was a clip that crossed a line, it ultimately didn’t matter… she was looking at the end of her career. All it would take is one more strike and everything they built together would be gone. She had put her heart and soul into this, stressed her relationship sometimes near the breaking point to churn out more and more content, and this was how it was all gonna end. Because someone at YouTube got upset over an implied sex joke. Even with the collective outrage of the Krewsaders behind her, she knew it wouldn’t be enough one day, and that day, felt like it was coming.

Henry of course was having a meltdown too, but she didn’t want to deal with him like this, not right now. She knew he meant well, but when he was stressed, it was like toxic air that poisoned everything around him. Closing the notification email with a resigned sigh, she was about to close the browser too when she noticed something new in the inbox.

“[email protected]” she said, reading it aloud without realizing it.

The content line read “An offer for Ms. Lee, NOT SPAM, promise” followed by a winky face. She wasn’t sure she believed it, but opened it anyway. She was expecting an offer for a sponsorship deal, or maybe some promo deal for things that Henry had searched using her Google account. But what she read took her by surprise. She was twirling her pinky finger in the strap of her tank top unconsciously, knotting it tightly around her finger and pulling it so taught, it exposed her midriff.

“Dear Ms. Lee,

My name is Onyx Masters, I am the owner and content producer for ConversionKings.com, if you’re not familiar with our work I’d be surprised given the content you and your partner review. But feel free to browse our site before your consider our offer (included was a temporary login and password). We’ve been thinking about expanding our brand to include models from sources that people know and love, and given your loyal following, we think you’d be a prime candidate. I understand you have run into a bit of a snag with YouTube again, as you haven’t posted in a week now. I know the kind of financial strain that comes with being a content producer, and you’d be paid handsomely for your time. As such, we’d love for you to come and work a photo shoot with us to help promote our brand and yours. We look forward to hearing from you. – Mr. Masters”

Jeannie was filled with nervous optimism, she was almost shaking. But she wasn’t about to jump on board anything without doing her research first, she was an independent company woman after all. Clicking the site link provided took her to a login screen. She copied the username and password over, clicking the large icon that said SUBMIT. Gasping, she leaned forward in her chair as the page quickly loaded, her mouth hanging open as she took it all in. The background was a collage of pictures; dozens, if not hundreds, of (mostly) white girls sucking an gigantic black dick. In the upper right corner on the banner was a muscular black man with a nude blonde clutching him from one side, a brunette on his other side, finally, a redhead kneeling before him, but facing the camera, and showcasing his monstrous black penis in her small white hands.

Her eyes darted from video to video, scrolling down, reading tags such as “White mother and daughter converted to black only”, and “Latina girlfriend fucked, bred, and returned to her man”… shock content, surely, but she was entranced none the less. She sat back, thinking, “there’s no way… I couldn’t possibly get on board with this”, but her eyes never left the screen. Adjusting her glasses, she clicked on a video link titled “Teenage girl fucks and sucks me and my boys”. It started with a shaky cam, made to look like it was just some random hookup on the street. The man behind the lens approaching a cute blonde girl walking with a backpack on down a suburban looking street. There was the usual chit chat, the confirmation that she was a (legal) 18 year old high college senior, and the impending question of “how would you like to make a little money?”. Normally, the girls in these scenes are dressed in an obviously slutty way that shows them to be an actress, but this one was wearing ripped jeans and a hoodie. She got into his car, going back to “his place”, an unassuming home with a smattering of furniture: the potted plant, a grey chez lounge, and very little else.

Jeannie didn’t realize it, but she was tracing a small circle around her left nipple with her finger nail as she watched intently, entranced. The blonde had stripped out of her clothes after some coaxing, and was kneeling before him reluctantly prepared to give him a blowjob on the promise of money. Jeannie gasped just as much as the girl on the screen when he produced his gigantic black dick. The thin blonde stroking it with wide eyed fascination, her apprehension apparently gone. In an almost cosmic kind of bonding moment, Jeannie’s tight little pussy began to get moist with sexual salivation. Jeannie watched her struggle to fit it in her mouth as she made slurping noises and groans of intense pleasure.

Time slipped away in Jeannie’s fascination, and before she knew it, the blonde girl was getting the fucking of a lifetime, her eyes rolling back, toes curling in orgasm as he pounded her pale white pussy into oblivion on the chez lounge. Missionary, doggystyle, standing, he was relentless. Eventually, he pulled her in close, and came deeply into her, completely unprotected. One thing Jeannie noticed, that the poor blonde girl didn’t, was the entrance of 3 more black men, who were watching patiently, smiling with cruel amusement at what they were seeing. The young girl, finally did notice swinging her legs under herself and covering her breasts with one arm, as she looked around at the willing black men who by now had all produced their own black dicks.

Jeannie was shocked at how all of them could be so well endowed. Henry, for example was maybe 5 1/4 inches, but given his height that wasn’t too unusual. These guys were all sporting dicks at least 10 inches long, and thicker than anything she had ever encountered. Seemingly before she knew what was happening, the blonde teen was having another strange black cock shoved in her mouth, the other two men pulling her arms up, and placing their substantial dicks in her hands. Jeannie hadn’t realized it before, drawn in as she was by the raw sexual violation she was seeing in front of her, but she was rubbing her own pussy through the thinness of her shorts.

She took a quick glance over her shoulder to check her door was still closed and locked. It was, and without further hesitation, she slid her slim fingers down the front of her panties, and started teasing her clitoris. It practically begged to be touched, and she recoiled slightly from the shock of finding it so engorged. The young blonde, who’s name was Kalen by the way, was bombarded with dicks blacker than midnight, fighting for space in her mouth, ass and pussy. She screamed and moaned with pleasure, as the four black men, many years her senior, unloaded thick jets of cum in her mouth and all over her slightly freckled face, across her modest breasts, and in and all over her once virgin ass. They pumped load after load all over the soles of her feet and toes, and multiple times in her now badly used pussy.

Jeannie’s face was flush, she could almost feel every cumshot, hot and thick, as she rubbed herself vigorously, fingering her soaking wet pussy. She felt her body tense, her toes start to curl, and she brought her knees up, bracing her feet on the desk as she leaned back, exploding in the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. Carefully, she lowered her legs back to the floor, twitching several times at the vulnerability of her sensitive clit, gasping for breath, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She slowly regained her composure, sitting back up taking her time not to trigger another spasm. On the screen, she saw Kalen holding a bundle of her clothes looking into the camera, frozen in time.

Jeannie glanced at the mouse and realized she must have paused it by accident with her foot during all the commotion. Pressing play again, she watched the man behind the camera usher the fully nude, cum drenched, teen to the door as she struggled to hold onto the clothes in her arms. “Wait, you said you’d pay me.” Kalen mumbled, still dazed, as they reached the door, “No, I asked how would you like to make a little money.” the man replied, “and you’ll make plenty of money from the state as a single mom.” He laughed, pushing her playfully, but forcefully out the door. He filmed her from a side window as she put her clothes back on hurriedly, wiping the cum off her exposed skin with one of her socks, finally slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Kalen took a confused and somewhat remorseful look at the house before walking away.

Jeannie knew it was cruel, even if it was just some scripted porn, but it made her feel a strange mix of aroused and angry. There was a follow-up bio that said Kalen had dropped out before graduation due to her pregnancy, but that she didn’t care, because she was the proud mother of twin black baby boys. There was even a picture of her holding the two babies attached. That she was now dating an older black man, and was already pregnant again. Jeannie let out a derisive chuckle at the absurdity of the fake story, and closed the window after a little more browsing. The production value was cheap, but effective, she wondered.

She wasn’t sold on the offer to model yet either, but she would make an inquiry anyway, because if it meant some extra clout and some extra cash, it might be worth it. She and Henry had just bought a new house after all, and she would be mortified to lose it. She sent a short reply to Mr. Masters, asking to meet and discuss payment (reminding herself to get it in the form of a check or bank transfer and not from the social services department of the government). She closed the email window, was about to get up, but instead jumped on Adam&Eve.com looking for a large black dildo (that sponsorship just paid for itself). It was set to securely ship to her in 3 to 5 company days, and with that, she straightened herself out, and went to go get a white claw from the fridge.

-A Deeply Impactful First Impression-

Jeannie didn’t know what this meeting was gonna accomplish, but she did know she wasn’t gonna tell Henry about it. While on the outside, Henry was a total horn dog who would make snarky jokes about all manner of sexual things, she knew that the idea of her posing dressed in branded attire for a porn website might make him a little too jealous. He was as ferociously possessive over her as any insecure male might be, but he was like that with his company too, so who knew? She just knew she would have to sort this one out for herself.

Arriving at the address provided to her, which was listed as a film studio of sorts, she recognized the same home from the video featuring “future single mom” Kalen. She felt the first stirrings of arousal at the memory of what she’d seen, knowing she was gonna be in the same place that dozens of girls had been savagely fucked and humiliated, supposedly turning them “black only”. She absentmindedly adjusted her panties, as they were feeling a bit intrusive, and knocked on the door. A tall and impressively muscular black man opened the door wearing a black suit vest over a white shirt and black tie, pin striped suit pants, and shiny dress shoes. The man made a good first impression, and made her meager attire feel like not nearly enough. He smiled pleasantly and said,

“You must be Ms. Lee, I’m glad you decided to meet with me.”

“You can call me Jeannie, and thank you for your offer, though I’m not ready to decide anything just yet.” she replied in her distinctively sheepish manner.

“No worries, Jeannie. If you’ve seen my work, I’m sure this is a lot for you to take in.”

Her mind immediately went back to the video, and was positive there was a lot about this man that would be hard to take in. Her nipples started to stiffen up just considering what was surely under those pants.

“So, uh, where should we talk?” she stammered, trying to shrug off what was creeping up inside her.

Gesturing toward the door, he said “Come inside.”

Her body twinged yet again at the feasible double entendre, sending a slight tickle to her privates. But she smiled widely, and proceeded inside. Looking to her left as she entered, she saw the open living room area that was clearly his set, cameras posed around the rim with large stage lights making sure everything could be seen clearly. Especially, the grey chez lounge right in the center. Jeannie’s mind raced with images of the girls she’d seen fucked there (not just Kalen, she had come back for more in the days before the meeting). Wives, girlfriends, sisters, mothers, daughters, secret crushes, it didn’t matter. She could picture their white faces screaming in pleasure and agony at the brutal assault on their pale bodies, black dicks savaging them with cruel enjoyment, cum splashing down willing throats, and in unprotected pussies… she coughed and quickly turned away to try and stop the thoughts from overwhelming her, her face flush with embarrassment and lust. Thankfully, Mr. Masters didn’t offer her to sit in there, but instead turned opposite guiding her into a moderately sized, but tastefully decorated home office with a large, dark brown desk, a computer, some filing space, and more fake potted plants.

“Sit.” He said, gesturing to the chair in front of her.

Jeannie sat on the faux leather office chair, seemingly out of courtesy, but feeling a twinge of him exerting control over her. She liked it.

“Now, to get down to business, firstly, I would like you to do a photo shoot for our website. We have some branded merch that would look perfect on you.” He said, his tone matter of fact.

“Well, the thing is, I need to talk about payment first Mr. Masters. You know this is no small decision, and I need to know if it’s worth my time.” Jeannie’s voice said what she wanted, but came out feeling smaller and weaker than she would have liked.

Mr. Masters laid out a fairly generous amount as an offer. Plenty enough to pay the mortgage on her home, as well as a percentage of the merchandise sales associated with her contribution to the ad campaign.

“I don’t know what to say…” Jeannie said, considering how much she stood to gain. “But I need to be clear on something, this is just a photo shoot, right? No video?”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “No, Jeannie, no video. This is strictly promo and gallery materials. Which may require reshoots for some of the juicier shots. You’d also have to sign a waver giving me, the actor, full permission to use you, the actress, in whatever sexual manner I find best suits our customer metrics. There will be no use of condoms, but I assure you, I stay clean. The waver also indemnifies me should you get pregnant. Are you on any kind of birth control?”

The question had caught her off guard, setting her into a fit of stammering again.

“WHAT!? I didn’t think you meant… you want to have sex? I thought this was just modelling.” Her face was flush again, the idea of being fucked by his monstrous black cock, causing her to cross her legs in a strange attempt to hide her arousal.

“Just relax, I know you have a brand too, and you want it to grow, I promise after this your subscriber count will explode.” He said it in an assuring, but businesslike tone. “But my business is sex, not just modelling. You can either choose to fuck and suck on camera for millions of fans, or we really don’t have a deal to discuss. Full stop. But if you please, just sign here that you give your consent, and we’ll get started.”

Jeannie saw the jumble of the contract, legalese and technical jargon she couldn’t fully process on a good day, let alone in her flustered state. But she had come to save her brand and pay her bills, the idea of fucking a complete stranger on camera just pushed it all over the edge. She wanted the angry black cock she had seen online, and she wanted it bad. Bad enough to cheat, bad enough to put it in writing. Jeannie was more anxious than ever, but she signed, knowing what would soon come.

-The Price of Fame-

Just off the living room, there was a small dressing space with poles hanging the branded merchandise. A black t-shirt that said “Conversion Kings” with print of gold chains and stylized women clutching the words. A pair of black panties that read “Black Kings Only” on the front AND on the back. A white t-shirt emblazened with “BLACK COCK ONLY” in bold print with a black rooster next to it. Lastly, a bra with the words “built to breastfeed black babies” on the band across the back. All of these clothes felt over the top marketing, but she could see the appeal. She filtered through the numerous sizes finding one that fit her body, took a quick but sharp look around for hidden cameras and changed into the appropriate bra, panties, and the white shirt. She slipped her shorts and sandals back on and came out to the studio. Mr. Masters had finished setting up the camera and lights at just the angle he wondered would suit his needs, and had them directed at the infamous lounge. Jeannie paused when she saw it, again picturing all those girls, and blurted out,