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This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not a William Shakespeare or Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.
Veronica woke up the next day with a big smile on her face and a sore pussy. Veronica was recovering from the fucking she took the night before. She was waiting for a text or call from Karen.
Her best friend Karen has been trying to get her to be a model for "For Your Eyes Only" Boutique. Now after the "Gentleman's Night", and Veronica was fucked senseless Karen has her over a barrel. Veronica will be posing for posters and commercials.
Karen has been running an ad in the local newspaper at least once a week and she is always searching for a good-looking woman to model.
Veronica reluctantly agreed to try modeling. She was leery because Karen sometimes advertises panties and bras and Veronica didn't want to pose dressed like that.
Veronica arrived at the photographer's studio at 10:00 am and figured on settling in for a tedious morning.
Veronica was surprised when she got there to meet a highly regarded professional photographer. She had seen some of his work published in magazines and books. She was even more surprised when she saw that he is only about 25 years old.
Jévon greeted Veronica with a friendly smile and warm handshake. He is a good-looking man, but he has to be the blackest man she has ever seen. His skin is black and shiny like one of those horses in Black Beauty. And he has the muscles of a young stallion too.
He invited her in and had Veronica sit down so they could visit over a cup of coffee. Veronica was nervous about what she was expected to wear. He erased that concern right away.
He pointed to a rack against the wall that was full of dresses that he said Veronica would be modeling for the day's session. She brightened immediately when she saw all the dresses. What woman doesn't like trying on clothes?
Jévon finally got things started about 10:30. He gave Veronica a dress and had her go behind a screen and change. When she came out she was wearing a lovely evening gown. Since Karen had picked it out it was a perfect fit.
Veronica really looked good in that dress. The deep, dark blue, almost black dress really showed off her body. Jévon danced around her with his camera and shot picture after picture. He gave her quiet direction where and how to look, interspersed with praise for her great job.
After Veronica had posed in several dresses, the time was getting away as it was taking twenty to twenty-five minutes per dress. At that rate she was going to be there long into the night
About 4:00 pm Veronica came out in a gown that draped across her body. The material seemed to hug her without being tight. It just lay against every curve, molded to her body. After a couple of pictures Jévon said it didn't look right.
He asked Veronica what she thought and she took a look in the mirror. She knew what he meant. Her bra and panties were plain as day. You could clearly see the ridges of the bra and the elastic of her panties. The material was just too clinging to allow for anything to be worn underneath the dress.
Veronica got a few butterflies in her stomach when she said, "I shouldn't be wearing anything underneath that dress." She just stood there waiting, and then she asked Jévon what she should do.
Jévon looked at her for a minute then said, "Go behind the screen and remove your bra and panties and then put the dress back on and come back out here." He hadn't used that forceful a voice all day. It almost sounded like a command.
Veronica's face turned red, but she meekly turned around and went behind the screen. It seemed to take an awful long time, but she came out wearing the dress.
Jesus! She really looked hot in that dress. Without bra and panties she looked like she was in bed, under a sheet. The dressed caressed every curve, looking like a second skin. Her very hard nipples were plainly visible. The dress was even pressed against her pudenda making it obvious that she trims her pussy hair.
With each step she took the material was moving, sliding into each little crevice and rubbing across those ripe nipples. Her nipples had never been harder. They were sticking out at least an inch in front of her. For the first time that day Jévon start to sweat a little.
Jévon told Veronica to lie down on a prop couch. She lay on her side and looked into the camera. You could tell from the smoldering look in her eyes that she was getting a little bit turned on. At one point Jévon had her lay back slightly and when she did her cunt lips were visible as the material softly caressed them. You could even see a little moisture on the front of the dress where it lay against her slit.
You could feel the sexual tension and heat flowing in the room and difficult breathing. Then Jévon broke the spell by telling her it was time to change into another dress.
When she went behind the screen Jévon took a moment to adjust the bulge in his pants. Veronica had gotten to this young, professional photographer and caused him to get hard.
Just then Karen came in. She walked up to Jévon, put her arms around him, and proceeded to stick her tongue down his throat. After a nice long kiss she asked how the work was going. Jévon told her it was going well and there were only a few dresses left.
Karen provided Veronica and herself with a shot of Matabo. Karen tells Jévon it was time to take a break and fuck both girls. Jévon smiled and started stripping.
Veronica didn't wait on Karen; she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of Jévon wearing nothing but five inch black high heels.
Veronica climbed on top of Jévon. She lowered her pussy down on his big black hard cock. She rode his for about ten minutes. They kissed and made out the enter time.
