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A Few Days and Nights of Heaven and Hell – St. CroA Few Days and Nights of Heaven and Hell – St. Croix Yeah, I didn’t realize what I was getting my little ass into, shit happens. It was still interesting.Domineque Leigheu was an underground kink photographer. I know, you never heard of him, there’s a reason. He was the French ‘underground’, Irving Klaw. His flame burned very bright and fast, too much so for anyone to handle. There was a remote chance at some recognition or even popularity (for me) so I jumped at the chance to work with him. For free.He approached me as I was having dinner with a ‘date’ one night. He wasn’t intrusive because he knew that I was working; just a small conversation and asking if I was free for breakfast or lunch the next day. I assured him that I was and we chose a place to meet.He knew some things about me and, as we talked, I filled him in on the missing information. He explained what he wanted to do, gave me some printed outlines and we talked more. I was excited and thrilled by the whole thing. I’d already tried my hand at some porn – there would be more in the future – I had no problem showing off for the camera, taking direction and…most important…I would be the little white cunt appearing with a few major black cocks. The photo shoot would be all about BDSM and interracial sex; he promised that I wouldn’t actually be hurt unless, I wanted it although, the bondage and toy play would be real. I wanted in for the BBC!He would be using some dark old abandoned buildings in the area, along with a few old cane mills. It would all be shot to show dark and scary surroundings; like a dungeon. I wasn’t into that but, it was interesting. He had already recruited a few black guys and (I found out that Georges – my old driver – was one of them) he was good looking, tall and hung – god was he hung! That’s why he’d been gone for so long; he lived in Antigua.I had a little bit of a tan; the first thing I had to do was loose that and, before the first session, not wear any lingerie. No marks from waistbands or bra straps. The tan wasn’t a problem because I had my mother’s skin; I could tan a little then, stay out of the sun for a few days and, I’d be snow white (or close) very fast. There was a little meeting called and we all got to know each other. Georges (my old driver) couldn’t keep his eyes off of me; later it was his hands. I found out exactly what I was going to do. In the process I got to handle some beautiful big black cocks. I was going to be photographed with the black guys – two at a time – in quite a few BDSM situations; nude and clothed. It would look like I was the little white sub being used by a few black guys. One thing I knew, right away was; if more than a couple of them were going to fuck me (during a shooting day/night) I was going to be one gaping bitch! I was so turned-on, by the end of the meeting, that I really needed a good fucking.As we all left I literally grabbed Georges. When we’d shared a few nice kisses and a groping hug; I suggested that I use my new driver and we get lost for a while. Yes, I told him I’d already fucked tokat escort the driver a few times – he might even want to join us! He liked the idea as long as he got my cunt first. I found the driver, we talked for a few minutes and it was decided. He’d go get a few more beach blankets, some cold beer and I’d spread for both of them. It didn’t take long to get to a nice cool shaded place off the main road, up on the ridge. Georges and I had been in the back seat; as soon as we were outside of town I’d groped him then fished that cock out to make love to it. Within a few minutes, there was no doubt that he was in the mood to give me a good ride. That eleven inches wasn’t rock hard but, it was as hard as I’d ever seen it! The blankets were spread out and we got right to it; I took turns on their cocks until Georges started taking charge of things. He had been playing a lot and my panties were down below my ass – he’d been finger fucking me until I gave him the little jar of lube. In no time I was being pumped good and hard with two of his fingers. In no time at all was on my back. Legs pulled up and spread nice and wide. My light loose dress ended up bunched above my waist and my panties were long gone.God it felt wonderful as he eased into me good and deep! As he filled me I got my legs around him, arched my back pretty hard and…I know I got damned loud! By the time he hit bottom, I was somewhere out around the moon. My little cunt was burning and it felt like his cock was up in my stomach – what else could a girl wish for? He went at me slowly…gently, making sure I got every fat inch then he’d pull out nice and slow. There was a lot of gasping, moaning and squealing from this little slut as I saw spots exploding in my vision…he knew just how to drive me wild. I was very full of cock.My cunt was well stretched and burning, it seemed that every stroke was rubbing my g-spot and…every nerve in my body was standing on end! I took the time to urge him on, to tell him how great it felt and finally gasping, “Oh honey…oh shit…I’m gonna cum!” I didn’t have to fake it; he increased the pace a little, I started getting louder and louder. It had started way down in my toes somewhere, moved up slowly then, settled in my balls or close. A few minutes later, the first big contraction started to build around a severe onset of cramps. The feeling that I had to pee overwhelmed me as the packed air (inside of me) released around his cock! I relaxed as much as I could, rolled my hips and let everything just go. He gave a few more long slow strokes and I went wild under him; it felt like the first ejaculation was going to blow my clit off!When my body released…finally…I shot a nice big wad of cum all over my belly…over and over! Shit, I felt like I was going to pass out. He followed in a few minutes; burying himself to the hilt, hitting bottom good and hard then, blowing a big beautiful load of black seed, deep in me.Georges didn’t start to go soft but he did pull out slowly…I really didn’t want to have him do that. I was still out around Pluto somewhere! It trabzon escort didn’t matter; I was rolled onto my belly, pulled up onto my knees and was penetrated again, good and hard. I tried to relax my cunt, pushed back good and hard to take it all. The new driver moaned like hell as he buried his cock in me and started to fuck – nice and slow. In a matter of minutes we were both getting kind of loud as he rammed my well lubed pussy good. I not only pushed back hard but, his firm grip, just above my hips made sure that I was also pulled back as he drove his cock in. Our bodies slapped together as he fucked away like crazy. Georges was watching this; in a few minutes I was being slapped (gently) in the face, with a semi-hard piece of black meat. When I turned my head, to face it, I was given a big mouthful of black meat. I had a feeling it wasn’t over yet…By the time the other guy blew his load and pulled out, Georges was nice and firm again. He never really got rock hard but, he did get hard enough to give a girl a very good hard fucking. He’d also had Molly and Sam, neither of them would take him anally – Molly had tried a few times, they had succeeded but, she didn’t enjoy most of it. I slipped down onto my tummy, spread my legs wide and was filled again. By the time he dumped his second load in me, I was completely raw. Raw and glowing all over. I’d be gaping and a little sore for a while. I rode back to my little apartment with the dress tightly bunched between my cheeks; happy and satisfied, I was still tingling all over. They both got a squeeze (of their cocks) and a nice warm kiss. I went for a shower, a nap then, had to get ready for the evening – I still had to make a living.My cunt returned to (almost) normal, still a little loose and very well lubed. Even with time on the toilet, I was still leaking a little. Back then, all I could do was jam a cut down Kotex between my cheeks; panty liners hadn’t been invented yet. I always carried a few ‘spares’ with me. I needed them that night; I picked up two dates (average white guys) that made it worthwhile. The first one used the whole hour and came like a hose! Even with some time on the toilet, I leaked a lot. The second guy gave me a very good workout; by the time I joined the girls – after the second one – I was more than ready to call it a night! The girls had already heard about the parking incident in the woods. The coconut telegraph was working overtime that day. Our new friend, Jan, had been filled-in; they’d described Georges (at least the most important part) to her. She’d never had a black cock and, seemed mildly interested. I told her I’d fix her up sometime – I wanted to watch her first experience.Sam and I had already started playing around a little, when we had time. As we talked and had a few late drinks; she was either right beside me, teasing or, just messing with me. We both did some groping, in the very dim light of the bar. One thing I’d found out was that; the girl was one of the hottest kissers I’d ever run into. She was also very warm and cuddly.The first few photo escort bayan sessions were relaxing easy ones. The lighting was very dark; most of the time, it seemed like we were in a dungeon. I spent most of the time in bondage, either clothed or partly clothed but, being fed or filled with an assortment of BBC. None of it was rough, all I ended up with was a mildly gaping cunt and some rope burns/marks. I could still work most nights.I was almost put out of commission near the end of it. The last few days I had the bigger cocks stuffing me, was tied-up for a few **** scenes and, there was a set-up of spanking (while held down) then a very erotically staged caning shoot. We did a lot of negotiating about how many strokes I’d be given; to look good, there had to be marks and, they had to be livid enough to look like the real thing. The pictures would be taken to show the progression and…that I was being fucked as it built. That meant I’d get a little break between the strokes…it was still going to be ’12 of the best’. For me, it was ’12 of the worst’. They were easy enough that I didn’t start to bleed, hard enough to leave a good mark across both cheeks and put me in tears after five or six. That was the idea, marks…a big cock between sets of strokes and…my tears making a total mess of my makeup. There were some final shots of me; nude from the waist down and held across an old table. My ass was covered in livid stripes and a lot of cum. The guys took turns until they blew their loads, ‘on’ me. I took the next two nights off. I could afford to do that; my ass hurt to sit and even walking was a little unsteady – especially in heels. Molly and Sam visited, during the day; I was treated to some ice cold towels on the damaged area. Sam delighted in playing with me, cuddling a lot and pumping my little ass (slowly) until I had an orgasm…which were a little painful but welcome. I reciprocated by trying to lick off what little pubic hair she had and polishing not only her pussy lips but her tight little sphincter. What she really wanted to do was fist me. My cheeks were still too sore, we’d get to it in the near future though. We were just having fun.I would get to see some of the pictures; the milder ones. He didn’t dare trust a local film place to handle the rest of the negatives. It was a shame because, after he left the island, I didn’t get to see any of it. I think there was rumor of a ‘coffee table book’ being made but I never saw that either. The girls were a little disappointed but that’s life… A few weeks after that Sir Roger returned home and I was visited shortly after. I still had some marks but he didn’t notice right away. We spent a few days together but, he had a ton of work at his plantation. I threw a bikini and a few other things into a bag; we hopped a Goose and went there to continue our love affair or whatever you call it. I arrived to have the help fall all over me and…found a new small indoor outdoor pool! I’d always been nice to the help – they knew that I was his ‘squeeze’ – they couldn’t do enough for me. I was even allowed to fuck the ‘pool boy’; it was ‘permission’ and Roger not only wanted to watch but, share the fun at times. The fucking k** was about twenty-two, moderately well hung and, had the stamina of a race horse! I made it my mission to show him the way to give me an orgasm; the k** was a fast learner.

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