Men were easily pleased. They had been a bit of a mystery in her old life as Heather Cameron but in her new incarnation of Monica the cam-girl she felt that she had come to understand them very well.
Like Plug - the older African-American man who was currently with her, sliding that remarkably thick Black cock of his up and down her well-lubricated cleavage. Plug liked a pretty girl, he really liked a pretty white girl and he particularly liked a pretty white girl with big tits. Looking up into his crafty, time-lined, face she was happy to see just how much he was enjoying this.
There was perhaps only one thing he'd enjoy more. Monica remembered a couple of days before when her phone had signalled a message from her friend Charli. A simple message. A picture of a positive pregnancy test accompanied by emojis of popping champagne corks and a thumbs up. Simply a friend passing on her good news? Monica knew better. It was a little bit more complicated than that.
She had seen the preceding video sent to her by Charli. A blonde woman being fucked by Charli's husband, the porn-star Julius Flint. Monica glanced down at the thick Black shaft which was pushing between her firm breasts. She felt Plug's thumbs teasing her nipples as he held her tits firm against his cock. Monica's nipples were prominent and very, very, sensitive. Plug knew how to play her to keep getting what he wanted - just as Charli did.
Which did not mean that Plug or Charli were exploiting her. One of the best things about being Monica was that she was also Heather Cameron, an heiress already in receipt of a very padded trust fund. She didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. She played the Challenge, she 'starred' in Izeye's BDSM shows and she came over to see Plug because she enjoyed doing it. She relished it all. That was really the secret of her success in the adult business and she knew it.
People with experience in the business - people like Harley, Izeye and Charli - were well aware of the fact. She knew Harley was keeping her cam audience hungry for more. You didn't do everything all at once - you spun it out a little. That hunger in the audience kept the subscriptions and the donations rolling in. However, there was a hunger in her too. Which was why she sometimes came over to see Plug.
That wasn't his real name of course. However, he had a Black cock that wasn't so very long but was formidably thick. It filled her up and made her feel like no other man had. However, she was aware that probably wouldn't remain the case. There was a comparison with her favorite sex toy, the big Black dido modelled on Charli's husband, Julius Flint. He was as thick as Plug but was formidably long too. She had sucked Julius once and had felt the weight of his huge cock in her hand. There was no faking there. He was the real deal and the idea of fucking him was daunting but that didn't mean that at some point it wasn't going to happen.
She had never told Charli that but Charli knew it none the less. She booked the 'talent' for her husband's shows. Monica knew that potential partners were not in short supply. What pro-am performer or hotwife didn't want to feature with the legendary Julius Flint? It was no doubt good for business but it was also something any interracial performer needed on her resume. So Charli had potential bookings come to her - she did not need to chase them.
So why did Charli make so sure to keep Monica updated? To recruit her? No, that wasn't necessary. They both knew that when the time was right Monica would ask to join a shoot. There was no 'if' involved - only 'when'. Julius Flint had a magnetic attraction for a certain type of woman and Monica had been totally aware from her first meeting with him that she was undeniably of that type. Charli was keeping in touch because she was already pressing Monica to go further, much further.
Julius liked his scenes to go a certain way. No condoms, of course, and the scene ended just as nature intended. A man who desired a woman was not going to pull out. He was proud of the authenticity of his scenes. He chose co-stars that he desired and he made love to them as a man would with a woman he desired. That was what made his scenes so popular, that was what kept his co-stars coming back and sometimes, just sometimes, that led to the result Charli had messaged to her. That positive pregnancy test.
That was the nature of their seduction and Monica enjoyed thinking about it. She had to be honest with herself and admit that while a tit-fuck did a lot for Plug it really didn't do that much for her. She needed a little extra stimulation to warm things up. Thinking of the potential results of being seduced into Julius Flint's circle was exciting. Even more stimulating was the fact that the knowledge didn't put her off, not one little bit, just the opposite in fact.
Not that she wanted to be producing any positive pregnancy test of her own. That wasn't in her plans so far and she wasn't sure it ever would be. However, there was a visceral basic rawness to such things. Sex was so pleasurable because nature wanted it that way. There was no ambiguity in determining the reason for that. Reproduction was, at the end of the day, the name of the game for all living things. Monica certainly appreciated the fact because she had come to understand that she really enjoyed sex. A fact which made her curious to explore her boundaries, to try new things.
'You know that you think you know about fucking but you really don't until you have fucked fertile. When you know that you are off the pill and the man with you is going to breed you or at least to try his damnedest! With our men the knowledge they might knock you up really seems to inspire them. Combine that with the fact your body is all primed to respond and it takes everything to another level.'
She remembered Charli telling her that on the evening they had spent together, just after they had sucked off multiple cocks at a sex club. (Well you had to be there - it had just sort of happened). She knew Charli had three children, two of them with her husband but all of them with African-American fathers. So Charli should have known what she was talking about. Maybe - or maybe it was a load of BS designed to lure her into a Julius Flint shoot sooner rather than later. Whichever, Charli had certainly planted a seed with her words.
Monica brought her hands up to cover Plug's. Pressing her breasts tighter around the dark shaft of his cock. She saw him smile. He was enjoying this but she was ready to finish it. It was just as well that men were very easily pleased especially if you knew what they particularly liked. Plug had that much in common with Julius Flint at least.
"You know how you are always talking about breeding me Plug?" She put the flirtatious note in her voice that she knew Plug loved.
"Uh-huh." His eyes fixed onto hers and she knew she had his attention.
"Well, its just that you are getting on a little bit Plug. Do you think you would still be man enough for the job?"
Some men would take that amiss but she knew Plug by now. She knew that she'd get that big smile of his in response. "You want to find out girl - dump them pills and you'll soon be seeing who's man enough! Have that belly nice and full and them titties all full of milk!"
She took the flirtatious note out of her voice and looked at him hard. "Then show me Plug - show me how much you want to knock your little white bitch up."
Plug liked the idea as she knew that he would. He pulled his Big Black Cock out from between her full beasts and began to stroke it hard. "I'll show ya - like I'll show you off with a big Black-bred belly to all my friends. Teach them I ain't so old I can't knock up a sweet cracka piece."
His words had been delivered in a gabble of breathless passion and he ended them with a heavy first spurt of semen delivered over her cleavage and up onto her neck. Followed by a second and third spurt, just as heavy and just as powerful Then a fourth and a fifth that covered her tits and finally a last spurt that half found her cleavage and half hung from his cock.
"Jeez," she said in genuine surprise. She'd seen a lot of cum that evening at the glory hole with Charli but this was different. This was all from one man! It coated her cleavage and breasts and the underside of her chin. The idea of making her pregnant really did seem to inspire old Plug.
"So you still reckon I'm not up to it?" Plug was laughing as he spoke - still enjoying the rush of that big cum-shot.
"I reckon I have to be careful around you," she responded.
"Oh you'd best believe it girl! Not just around me neither - round any Brotha with a pulse and eyes in his head."
She recognized that as a Plug compliment. In fact it was almost romantic for him. She beckoned and he came round to her. She took hold of that lovely thick cock and carefully cleaned it with her lips and tongue. Made sure to get every bit of his seed. She saw him use his fingers to scoop up cum from her tits and then hold his fingers up to her. She knew what he wanted and carefully sucked each dark finger clean of its load.
It was only natural to note just how hard Plug had cum. He almost always came inside her and if that was a typical example he had planted a lot of his Black seed. Without those pills then old Plug would have knocked her up for sure. She felt the warmth rush through her body at the idea. That didn't surprise her - she knew the idea had its taboo attractions for her. What surprised her was quite how strong the feeling was. She really was going to have to be careful - but perhaps of herself rather than of her men.
She needed to get her mind off that line of thinking. "So you think these were a good investment? You approve of my new white titties?"
Of course he did but old Plug was playing a longer game. He had been watching closely. "Real fine girl. Gonna look even better when they good and full of milk for the Black baby in your belly."
Monica just kept her green eyes on his brown ones as she sucked the next load of cum from his fingers. Plug wasn't letting her off the hook. Just like Charli he wanted her thinking about pregnancy, about being bred by a Black man. Well they were succeeding in that at least. Whether that meant they would get what they ultimately wanted well that was another matter entirely!
***
The rain started to fall.
Monica cursed a little under her breath but it really made very little difference. Walking to the local transit stop hadn't really been an option anyway. It was her own fault for letting the boredom translate into alcohol consumption. Not that she was in any way drunk but she certainly wasn't going to be driving anywhere tonight.
She had been foolish to take a drink in the first place but she had needed something to distract herself from Tyler Arundel. She was always happy to support her father's charitable events but awarding a pity-fuck to Tyler was most definitely out of the question. Not least because he knew just who she was and she always seemed to see dollar signs in his eyes when he looked at her. That might have been understandable if Tyler didn't already have more money than he'd ever be able to spend.
