She took his throbbing manhood in her hands. Her bosom heaved as the
cowboy spoke, "Your beauty caused that." The muscular cowboy picked her
up in his strong arms, his lips approaching hers...
Tracy quit typing and saved her new novel, her fifteenth in four years.
The young woman was taking the romance world by storm, writing under the
pseudonym Lacy Lovelorn. Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle sighed as the
familiar warmth spread through her body. Getting to the sex scenes in
her books always got her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, her
husband was often away on business and couldn't take care of her
cravings, but then when he was here, he didn't take care of her cravings
either. Making love hadn't lived up to the descriptions in the romance
novels she had gotten hooked on as a teenager. She hadn't even seen an
erection on her husband in a month and her writing had her more aroused
then usual, since spring it seemed as if she were constantly horny.
Tracy Hardcastle sighed and left her den to take a shower. She had to do
some publicity photos for her new bosses. The little publisher she wrote
for had been bought out and absorbed by E&I Publishing. They wanted her
to do some layouts to be used in magazine articles and promotional
material. Tracy enjoyed modeling and when dressed as her alter-ego, Lacy
Lovelorn, artists had often used her as the model for the women on the
covers of her books, they just changed her hair color to match her
characters.
Tracy had the long flowing hair and heaving bosom of her heroines. Her
hair was more reddish, then blonde and fell to curl around her nipples.
Her skin was the beautiful, pale white of most red-heads, mostly
unblemished, with just a few faint freckles around her cheeks that gave
her an innocent appearance. She had a models thin waist and flat
stomach, but her breasts and rear-end were plumper then most models. Her
breasts were large and full, but were quite firm, high up on her chest,
giving her impressive cleavage when dressed in the bodice of a romance
heroine.
None of that was apparent as Tracy waited for her ride. She was dressed
in baggy sweats, with her hair up in a pony tail and no make-up on.
Dressed like this, men Free Blacks On Blondes
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stretched out on the cot in her backyard. She took a sip of iced tea and
set it on the grass next to her. Julie ran her hands through her long
brown hair and felt how warm the sun had made her curls. She gave up
trying to read her trashy romance and decided to just lay back and enjoy
the day. As the sun reached its peak, it started getting hotter and
sweat trickled down her nearly nude body. She reached down and grabbed
an ice cube from her glass of tea and ran it over her chest. The ice
helped cool her as she slowly moved it over the tops of her large
breasts. She was wearing a small blue bikini with a top that was barely
a pair of nipple patches on her full breasts. She sighed contentedly as
the ice melted and ran down her flat stomach and into her belly button.
The ice had caused her nipples to harden. They were longer then most
women and stretched out the thin material of her bikini top. The
friction of her nipples on the bikini aroused her and she wished her
husband wasn't away on business. Of course, if he was home she wouldn't
be wearing the scandalous little thong bikini. She was uncomfortable
exposing herself and only felt safe when she was alone and surrounded by
the large fence in their backyard.
Julie's husband George, was trying to get promoted to Vice President in
the advertising firm he worked for. The job was up for grabs between
George and two other men, Jack and Daryl. Both of George's rivals were
good looking and charming, so George tried to make up for his bumbling
manner and dumpy looks by working harder. As a consequence, he was out
of town at least several days a week.
Julie sighed, missing her husband. They had met at church, Julie's
father, the Reverend Anderson, had introduced her to the shy and quiet
George Sommers five years ago when George was forty-five and Julie was
twenty-eight. Reverend Anderson was overprotective of his daughter and
had spirited her off to an all-girls private school as soon as she was
old enough to attend. Her father had kept one eye on her after Cuckold Punishment
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his piercing dark eyes. She never lost eye contact as he bent her
backwords, leaning over her. She was barely aware of him undoing the top
buttons of her dress and folding the flaps back so it looked like she
had the ripped bodice common to thousands of romance novels. His eyes
were hypnotic, promising endless nights of passionate love-making.
"...Tracy, Tracy." It was Latrell talking. She broke eye contact.
"Tracy, it's time to take off your dress."
"What?" she snapped out of her trance.
"Your wearing the knickers aren't you?" the photograher asked. She
nodded. "I want some sexier pictures. It's not like knickers show off a
lot. Let your dress fall to the floor."
"I'll help you," said Lamar. His skillful hands were already unlacing
her dress before he had finished and soon she was wearing her
old-fashioned white underwear as she stepped out of the hoop skirt.
"Lamar, take off your shirt, but leave the hat and guns on. Girls, get
Tracy a glass of water she looks flushed."
*****************
"I've read all your books Mrs Lovelace," said Suzie as she removed
Tracy's pirate costume.
"Call me Tracy," she mumbled still in a daze.
The day had been a blur. They had done many scenes over the
last few hours. Lamar had taken her
passionately in his arms, her body rubbing his bare chest as Latrell
took the pictures. Several poses had been odd, but she liked them.
Latrell had taken many of her kneeling at Lamar's feet, one of her
looking up at him adoringly with her arm wrapped around his thigh, and
other submissinve poses. It was in one of these that she had first seen
the outline of his penis. It bulged out his leather pants, the tip
nearly touching his knee, longer even and bigger then Latrell's bulge.
At first she hadn't believed it, but then it moved under his pants an
she had gasped in amazement. After that, she had switched to a princess
costume and posed alone and then it was as pirates with a bare chested
Lamar again.
It was as pirates that she decided she didn't like Lamar though she was
somewhat in awe of him. She was kneeling like a captured wench when she
noticed his penis had swelled up. Latrell noticed too. "Tracy, I need
you
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"Thank you for teaching me about..." It was the last thing she said that
day as Lamar pushed his cock into her mouth.
The last thing Tracy remembered was Suzie crawling between her legs and
licking her clean. Carla kissed and licked around her face trying to get
any drop of sperm the black men had left on her, but by then Tracy was
to tired and sore to feel them or to be disgusted by what they were
doing.
The girls helped her shower and dress, promising her that they would get
Latrell to destroy the film of her having sex, then the limo took her
home. The muscular black driver demanded a blow job from her and she
complied. She was worn out, her belly still full of sperm, but she
enthusiastically sucked on his huge shaft. She was filled with a desire
to service these men that made her ignore her own soreness and other
needs.
*******************
Tracy clamped her lips down around the spasming black cock of her new
publisher. She had re-read her book and decided it was complete crap, as
were all her books. She had written them before she knew anything about
real sex. She erased "throbbing manhood" and replaced it with "massive,
rampant cock". It still didn't ring truthfull, so she made the cowboy
black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made
him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting
a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing
down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his
trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick."
Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down
early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers
with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly
young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking
them."
"You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his
pants as he stood up.
He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also
research your stories as much as you can."
"I am sir," she said smiling as she unbuttoned his pants.
The End