(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, The Southern Sheriff and The Black Rooster Resort.)
Chapter 2
Over at Studio 3, as he approached the hangar-like building which housed the sets of Dinastia, Pedro could hear fans of the show cheering. Every day a group of fans gathered outside the fenced off plot, in hopes for a chance to see their favorite stars. When Pedro got there, the fans were cheering Ana Clara Franca's name.
Ana Clara had been on the show for as long as Pedro could remember. She played Rafaela, the head of the Siqueira family, one of the main families on the show. The last year on the show, however, the Siqueiras had fallen on hard times. Though for those who followed the show, knew that Ana Clara's character was scheming to get her family back on top.
Though the large breasted actress had just turned fifty-seven earlier this year, she had remained true to her vow to stay natural and to refrain from cosmetic surgery, something that had made her even more beloved amongst the people Brazil.
Having come out from the studio, Ana Clara spent some time waving to the fans. Which was another reason why she was so beloved. Her dedication to her fans. In her low cut and very glamorous blue evening dress, she almost spent a full five minutes posing. The dress she had on, she had just worn for a scene in Dinastia.
The scene had taken place at an elegant gala, where her character Rafaela had seduced Vitor, the long-lost son of Fausto Camargo. To say that the cleavage it revealed was spectacular, would be a gross understatement.
Whilst she smiled and posed for her fans, Ana Clara felt the delicious taste of cum on her lips. In the scene she had just shot, the handsome young black actor who played Vitor had slid his twelve-inch cock between her heavy breasts until he had erupted all over her face.
After a few more waves, Ana Clara got into her chauffeur-driven black Mercedes Benz and drove off. Though as the car passed the gates, where all the fans stood, she told her driver to slow down. Outside the fans cheered at the same time as they tried to get a picture of her with their camera phones.
"Shall I drive you home Senhora Franca?" Ana Clara's driver Jõao glanced back through the rear view mirror. Jõao had just taken over for the actress's old driver who had retired a couple of months ago. Even after several months of driving her, he still found it hard not to glance down at her heavy chest. And today was no different as his small penis pushed hard against his underwear.
"Not today, I meeting my husband at the Velour." Ana Clara mentioned the extravagant restaurant. The Velour was not only famous for its award-winning cuisine, but also for the waiters who worked there. One of the black men who worked there reportedly sported a massive fourteen-inch cock.
"The Velour it is." Jõao had never driven to the restaurant before, though he had studied and memorized most roads in São Paulo when he found out that he was going to be driving Ana Clara. He didn't want to rely on a GPS.
"Oh, Jõao, did you pick up the magazines I asked for?" Ana Clara looked up at her driver and caught him glancing down her dress. A smile formed on her lips since the young man so reminded her of her husband Gaspar when they started dating. Not only did they share the same kind eyes and handsome features, but like her driver, she often found Gaspar trying to steal a glance of her breasts. To this day she still fondly remembers the sweet and guilty look on his face whenever she would catch him looking.
One day, in particular, stood out to her...
The two had been listening to music, holding hands. She knew how much Gaspar wanted to feel her breasts. Especially after he had seen her topless. Which had happened a few days earlier.
Ana Clara had been in her room with Claudio. The young black man had been fondling her naked breasts, whilst she stroked his huge ebony cock. A cock she was determined to suck until he blew his load in her mouth. As she moaned to Claudio's touch, Ana Clara heard a soft creak, and when she looked over she saw Gaspar standing in the doorway.
He had such an innocent and loving look in his eyes. Looking over at him, Ana Clara saw his eyes wandered down to her large soft breasts. Breasts that Claudio was fondling in such an arousing manner. Though Gaspar's gaze paused at her chest, for what must have been a minute, his eyes did wander down even further. Ana Clara could tell that Gaspar was looking at the huge black cock she was stroking, and it made her so horny. She wanted Gaspar to stand there watching whilst she took Claudio into her mouth and suck him.
But before her wish could be fulfilled, her eyes met with Gaspar and she saw him whisper.
"Perdão." Gaspar had always been so formal and polite so Ana Clara could tell by the way he looked at her that he was really sorry for having walked in on them like that. She also knew that Gaspar would have apologized to Claudio as well if Claudio hadn't been busy.
Suddenly when they sat there holding hands, listening to the music, Ana Clara decided that she would do something bold, since she knew that Gaspar was much too polite to ever try and touch her boobs. Without making eye contact, she didn't want to Gaspar to feel awkward, she slowly reached up, still holding his hand, and softly placed it on her breast.
After a couple of soft breaths, she heard a light grunt and moan. Glancing over at Gaspar she saw him looking down at his crotch. Curious, Ana Clara looked down as well and saw the wet spot that had formed on the crotch of his pants. He had come.
Without saying anything, she leaned over and gave him a small kiss on his cheek...
"Oh sorry Senhora Franca, I should have put them in the backseat." Jõao turned into a parking spot next to the road so he could hand Ana Clara the plastic bag he had put the magazines in. One of the magazine that he had picked up earlier, Cuck Brasil, Jõao had been an avid reader and subscriber of for some time.
But more than that, Jõao was grateful for the magazine. A year ago, he had read a feature in the magazine, "Ten loving ways to propose to your girlfriend," and in the article, one of the ways had really stood out to him, and he knew exactly how he wanted to ask Lívia, the woman he loved to marry him.
In line with the article, and wanting to be proper, he called up Júlio, a black man they had invited over for dinner. On the phone, Jõao told Júlio about his plan to ask Lívia to marry him and asked if it was okay with him to ask her whilst he was with her. To Jõao's delight, Júlio was more than okay with it.
That evening, after having watched Júlio bed Lívia. Heard her scream out in orgasm after orgasm, and watched Júlio spray her face full of cum, Jõao slowly walked up to the bed where his beautiful girlfriend laid naked. His penis hung down like a limp noodle, still dripping cum as he got down on his knees just in front of the bed. With love in his eyes, he looked up at his girlfriend, her face splashed with semen, and uttered romantically, whilst holding up the box with the ring inside. "Lívia Matos, will you marry me?"
