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O/D Productions Proudly Presents...

By: JordonLynn



 Okay, my faithful readers, we’re going to take a much needed break (for me, anyway) from Starters Only with a brand new story. 

Dorothy was more than a little nervous as she climbed the gloomy stairway. She had a better than fair idea of what she might be getting into and it wouldn’t… No, it couldn’t be considered legitimate theater, anywhere… let alone back in Kansas.

But, it wasn’t like she was left with much choice in the direction she had originally wanted her acting career to take. Back in high school, she’d had the lead in every play since her freshman year, but here in The Big Apple, the closest she had come to getting a part (any part) had been a disheartening string of tersely delivered, “We’ll call you”. She had managed to duck the landlord for almost three weeks now and that kind of luck couldn’t last much longer. She hadn’t had anything close to a real meal in over a week; Mother Hubbard’s cupboard was so bare, there were only dust bunnies on the shelves and, except for something that now resembled a high school penicillin experiment, the fridge was empty of anything but frost.

Her stomach was rumbling so badly, she knew others could hear it. She desperately needed to eat and if that meant having sex with some strange man… on film …than that was what she had to do… like it, or not.

There was only one door at the top of the stairs with D/O PRODUCTIONS stenciled in black Goudy Stout block lettering on its frosted glass panel. This was the place. A decision had to be made; troop back down the stairs and give legitimate acting one more shot, or take the last (and possibly irretrievable) step across the threshold of the porn industry? A rumble in her stomach—a reminder that all she’d had for breakfast was the left-behind packet of crackers she had snitched from the dingy dinner’s counter, while spending the last dollar she had on a lousy cup of horrid coffee—answered that question in painful fashion. Taking a deep breath, Dorothy opened the door. 

The office behind the frosted glass wasn’t small; it was tiny, barely larger than a walkin closet. The brassy blonde sitting behind the scared desk, desultorily checking out her garishly painted nails, looked to be somewhere in her mid to late thirties, possibly older. The bored woman barely glanced up when Dorothy closed the door. “You here for the part, honey?” she asked in a nasal voice.

“I… I guess so,” Dorothy answered unsurely. “I ah… I need the… the exposure.” Her stomach growled again and Dorothy groaned. She was so hungry. If she didn’t want to pass out, she had to eat… and soon.

The washed-out receptionist heard the growl and her watery blue eyes—which had long ago lost any real spark—took on a flicker of life. “Well, sweetie, exposure is what you’ll get here… and plenty of it. Have you done any explicit film work before?”

”No.” Dorothy hesitated; she didn’t want to admit it to this stranger, but, if it would help her get this part… “I’m not a virgin, though.”

“Just as well, honey.” The blonde attempted to smile, but Dorothy couldn’t detect any friendliness in the grimace. “We here at O/D Productions prefer to work with unknown actresses. That way, if they pan out, we don’t have to argue with agents while we mould our girls into truly accomplished adult stars.”

“No offense, but I’m not interested in becoming an accomplished adult star,” Dorothy replied. “I… I just need the money.”

“From the belly growling I’m hearing, I’d say you do.” The receptionist fished in one of her desk drawers and handed Dorothy a banana. “Here, this might help quell the stomach pains until you’re done with your audition.”

Surprisingly, the long thick banana appeared to be fresh and Dorothy took it. “Thank you,” she said as she quickly peeled it. She barely chewed and didn’t even taste the first bite. She swallowed and her stomach roiled when it hit bottom. But it was a good roil, her stomach at last had something else to feed on besides its own lining.

“How much of that can you swallow, dear? Whole, I mean.”

“I… I don’t know,” Dorothy responded, slightly puzzled. Hungry as she was, probably the whole thing in one swallow. 

“Why not give it a try?” the receptionist challenged. “My guess is, you can’t take half of it… not even in three trys.”

It hit Dorothy why the woman had challenged her; she would be doing a porno, oral sex was always a part of porn movies. “Will it help me get the part?”

“It couldn’t hurt your chances.”

Dorothy appraised the banana. She had sucked a dick before… several of them, as a matter of fact. None with quite the proportions of this banana, but… She opened her mouth wide. She could do this. She would show this woman that she could swallow every last inch of a silly banana, and she wouldn’t need any three trys to accomplish it.

The receptionist smiled to herself as she watched Dorothy take half the banana into her mouth, then begin swallowing the rest of it. The trusty ol’ banana test never failed to show how much potential a newbie had. And this newbie was showing some real promise. Quentin was going to just love this sweet piece of young white meat.

Dorothy almost gagged when the tip of the banana entered the back of her throat, but through sheer will power, she managed to take all but an inch of it. That meant she had successfully swallowed almost nine inches of firm banana. She slowly extracted the banana from her throat and mouth, then as nasty as she could think how to, she licked up the slippery surface of it. “Well, do I get the part?”

“That remains to be seen,” the receptionist replied. “First, there are a few formalities we have to take care of.” She pulled out a pad and propped in on her crossed legs where the girl wouldn’t be able to see what she was writing. “First, I guess we should start with your name, your age, and where you’re from.”

“Dorothy. I’m nineteen and I’m from Kansas.”

“Dorothy… 19, from Kansas.” Oh, this was just too rich; Quentin and the rest of the guys would have their very own Innocent Dorothy from Oz to play with, who was of legal of age but looked much younger; this one fair-skinned, blue-eyed and redheaded. And, if they decided to insert a Toto into one of their films, it wouldn’t be a scrawny little mutt with a little red dick. “Okay, that takes care of the legal and background stuff… for now.” She slid her eyes to the newbie across the desk from her. “Do you have any idea of just what sort of films we make here, Dorothy?”

“Pornos.”

“Yes, but here at O/D, Othello and Desdemona Productions, we specialized in a particular genre of porn.”

The full name of the production company should have tipped Dorothy off, but the churning in her stomach distracted her. “You… specialize?”

“Yes, in interracial pornography; black men with white girls… generally in the extreme.”

Interracial pornography? White girls and Black men! Dorothy swallowed hard on her mouth full of banana as it finally hit her; Othello and Desdemona; the Black Prince of Venice and his White Princess. With Shakespearian irony the name of the company made perfect sense; a part in explicit interracial pornography was what she was going up for. She’d had sex with several guys—twelve she could clearly recall, no telling how many others when she had been drunk, but she was almost sure that she had never been with a black guy. No, she was certain she had never had sex with any black guy. From what she had heard, and had seen in grainy, poorly filmed pornos, she was absolutely positive she would clearly remember taking a black guy’s… intimidating equipment. 

The half a banana now laying heavy in Dorothy’s tummy reminded her how good it felt to have something beside imagination in her stomach. Could she do a black guy? Yes. She had always been curious about what it would be like to be with a black guy (consciously) and if doing just one interracial loop meant having a full belly for the first time in so long she couldn’t remember what it felt like, she would do a black guy. 

There was just one, tiny (potentially, not so insignificant) question she wanted to ask. “What do you mean by ‘In the extreme’?”

“Two, three, four black men and you.”

Dorothy couldn’t even swallow now. “At the same time!” 

The receptionist nodded. “Maybe more, if the scene demands it. And also you with other white girls and numerous black men. If you’re chosen to do a feature film, that is. Ever been with another girl?”

“Ah… no.” She didn’t know if admitting that girl/girl scenes in a porno always made her panties wet, so she hedged her bet. “Not in the flesh, anyway.” She had several explicit lesbian magazines back in her crummy flat that she masturbated to on a regular basis.

“That’s where the big money is in this game, honey,” the receptionist said in a conspiratorial tone. “Lesbianism is chic these days, and you combine some hot carpet munching with a lot of hot and sweaty, cum spurting black dick pounding of two or three accomplished pussy lappers and… Well, let’s just say that vids in this genre generate some serious change in the adult film market.”

In her just-between-us-girls tone of voice, the receptionist was actually being very business-like about this; she was laying it out graphically, no holds barred, no punches pulled, no stone left unturned to be questioned about later. And, despite her nagging hunger, Dorothy felt her panties becoming moist. “I can do it with another girl, but… but she might have to show what to do, and how to do it.”

“Around here, that’s a real easy one to handle, honey.” The receptionist nodded again. The girl was at least very curious, if not actually hooked on this whole thing. She put away her empty pad and stood up. “Well, you ready for your audition, Dorothy?”

“Here? Now?” This caught Dorothy completely off guard. “Don’t I need to see a script first? Learn my lines so they can be delivered convincingly?”

The receptionist laughed. “Action! That’s what counts most at auditions. Learning lines is saved if you show you’ve got what it takes to emote convincingly without words.” She came around the desk and held out her hand to Dorothy. “So, you goin’ in for your audition, or you gonna bolt right out the door?”

Dorothy was at an impossible crossroads, good sense said she should bolt… right this fucking instant, but intense curiosity was pulling her in the exact opposite direction. “Where does my ah… this audition take place?”

The receptionist nodded at the other door in the office. “In there.” Then she tossed out the hook that generally snagged the unwary first timer. “And no is, at all times, the operative word here at O/D Productions,” the receptionist coaxed. “If you find that you can’t handle something, you’re free to get up and walk out. We make porn films here; we don’t run a white slavery ring.”

That made up Dorothy’s mind. She could go in for an audition, to at least see if the stories she had heard about black men were indeed true, and, if she didn’t like what was going on or found she couldn’t handle what was going to be expected of her, she was free to get up and run out. She took the woman’s hand and stood up. “Well,” she said bravely, “let’s see if I have what it takes.”

“My name is Madge, by the way,” the receptionist said as she led Dorothy through the other door. “I’ll be your ah… your sort of coach during the audition.”

That would help, Dorothy reasoned, following behind Madge. Having another woman in the room with her, while she was having sex with a black guy, would help out a whole lot.

Inside the door, Madge pushed aside a dark canvas curtain. “Quent!” she called out loudly. “Get your sweet black ass out here. I’ve got O/D’s newest star in tow and she ain’t gonna waste time waitin’ to show her stuff when there are a hundred other film companies that’ll snatch her up at first look.”

Dorothy looked around the room. It was cavernous and draped all the way around with the same black canvas she had come through. There was an unmade bed—roughly queen-size—like an elevated stage in the middle of the room. Six cameras ringed the bed at varying heights to catch the salacious action on it from every angle. A dozen klieg lights, perched on tall stands, starkly highlighted the porn bed tableau. Except for a large screen TV against one wall, the room was otherwise empty.

Dorothy eyed the rumpled bed nervously. She was, most likely, going to be having sex on it… with a black guy. And, she was going to be filmed doing it. Back home in rural Kansas, porn might be viewed… in private, but if anyone she knew saw her having sex with a black guy, she wouldn’t be allowed back into the state. She should leave; she should cut and run right now. She should really get the fuck out of here… NOW!

Then, the blackout tarps at the far end of the room parted and Dorothy couldn’t move, because through them came a large black man; six foot six, maybe six-eight, probably half way between two hundred and three hundred pounds, clad only in a leopard skin loincloth; his rippling, well defined, muscular body glistening like his inky black skin had been oiled.

The imposing black man stopped in his tracks and appraised the girl on the other side of the room. For once Madge was not only right; she was dead on the fucking money. “That is one sweet piece of white meat,” he commented under his breath as he approached the two of them with an openly friendly smile on his face. “My name is Quentin,” he said, holding out his hand. “And you are…?”

“Do… Doro… thy,” she sputtered. This close, she could smell his undeniable masculinity. It was a heady scent. “Dorothy,” she said more firmly.

Quentin reached down and took her hand in his. Her smaller white hand all but disappeared in his black paw. “Glad to meet you, Dorothy.” He shook her hand firmly, but politely, then released it. “So, you want to be in the movies?” 

Unable, almost afraid to speak, Dorothy nodded. 

“Well then, since you’ve come this far, I’m going to assume you’re already aware of what sort of movies we make here. Has Madge told you that you are free to leave at any time? Sometimes she forgets to mention that.”

Dorothy nodded, then found her voice. “Yes, she’s told me.” Just as she had suspected, it had come out as a nervous squeak. Luckily, this imposing black man, Quentin, didn’t seem to notice it.

Quentin had noticed it all right and was already plotting how he was going to use this little girl voice in conjunction with her innocent small town looks to make a lot of money. “Very good. Ah, has she also told you that the sex in our films is always unprotected sex?”

Dorothy glared at the woman standing beside her. “No, she seems to have failed to mention that little fact.”

Quentin glowered at Madge. “We’ve had this discussion before, Madge. Must we have another protracted lesson about informing a prospective client of all the ins and outs around here before she accepts a trial audition?’

“No, Quentin,” Madge answered meekly, but the heated look Dorothy detected in the woman’s eyes screamed, “Yes! Please!”

Quentin turned his attention back to Dorothy. “Do you have a problem with unprotected sex, young lady? I’m sorry, Dorothy.” 

Dorothy shook her head. “No. I’m on the pill.”

“A sensible precaution for such a ravishing young woman.” Quentin ran his luminous dark eyes up and down Dorothy’s body, making her feel positively undressed… but for some unexplainable reason, not uncomfortably naked. “However,” Quentin continued, his eyes coming back level with hers, “pregnancy aside, unprotected sex does have other dangers, but these are not any for you to worry yourself about. O/D Productions is what I term a closed company; all the actors and actress in our films, as well as the filming crew, are contracted solely to us. If it is discovered, or even hinted at, that they have done work for another film maker, their contract with us is terminated on the spot; no apologies or excuses accepted.”

Quentin took Dorothy’s hand again and led her over to the bed. “If any of our actors and actress feel the need for sex, they are free to have it with one another, or with members of the crew. We have a fairly ah… diverse company, so any sort of sexual proclivity one might be in the mood for is readily available.” Quentin sat down, but Dorothy remained standing. “Also, everyone who works for me undergoes a weekly physical exam to further prevent any unwanted STDs, including AIDS.”

Feeling a little dumb standing there, Dorothy sat down beside Quentin. He was still an imposing specimen of hunky man flesh, but he was no long quite as intimidating to her. “All of what you say makes me feel a little better, Mister…”

“Quentin. We’re all on a first name basis around here, so please, call me Quentin, Dorothy.” Repeatedly using a prospective actress’s first name, just as soon as you learned it, reinforcing the fact that you hadn’t already forgotten who they were was something he had learned early on. It made a budding ingénue feel as if she were already a member of the team. And that was a huge step toward signing her to a contract should she pan out. 

“All right… Quentin.” Under this black man’s easy manner and his friendly tone of voice, the tension she had entered with was leaving Dorothy. “But, I might not be around long enough for any of your people to learn my name. I… I may not be any good at what will be expected of me in your ah… your films.”

Quentin smiled. “I am the producer here at D/O, as well as the director and occasional actor, so I, and I alone, will be the judge of that, Dorothy.” His hand went to the hem of his loincloth. “Would you like to at least see what you’ll be expected to handle if you chose to sign with Othello and Desdemona Productions?”

Dorothy wanted to see, badly. Badly enough that she pushed Quentin’s hand aside and lifted the loincloth herself. “Oh… MY… GOD!” There was easily six thick inches of black meat lurking beneath the fux leopard skin… and it was still limp.

“Does it scare you, Dorothy?”

“N… No. Not at all.” Without thinking, Dorothy took the flaccid black dick in her hand. Quickly beginning to thicken and grow, it felt alive; undeniably powerful, without being truly threatening. “Well, maybe just a little.”

“There is one way of overcoming that,” Quentin said.

Dorothy started stroking the hardening black dick. “Like this?”

Quentin chuckled. “I was thinking of another, even surer, way. Madge, would come over here and show Dorothy what that surer method is.”

In seconds, the washed-out brassy blonde was kneeling between Quentin’s parted thighs. “You just keep up your fine stroking, honey,” she said before greedily taking the smooth black head of Quentin’s semi-erect dick in her mouth.

Immediately, drool was running out of the woman’s mouth, down the length of the black dick, making it slippery in Dorothy’s stroking fist. The next time her fist came up, Madge’s pursed lips followed it back down. Dorothy’s fist and Madge’s mouth fucked in unison up and down Quentin’s dick, faster and faster, until it was fully hard, feeling like a hot bar of inflexible black steel just barely captured inside in Dorothy’s pistoning white fist.

“Remove your hand, Dorothy,” Quentin instructed.

No sooner had Dorothy’s hand unwillingly left Quentin’s dick, then Madge went down on all of it. She had sucked a dick or two herself, easily a dozen, probably more when she was a little drunk. But Madge could really suck a dick. She was taking nine, maybe even ten full inches of hard black dick down her throat, all the way down to Quentin’s big black balls… and she wasn’t gagging, not even a little.

“Would you care to overcome your fear the same way Madge did, Dorothy?”

Watching Madge fuck Quentin’s big black dick with her mouth, Dorothy’s own mouth was watering badly. She wanted that black dick for herself; to show… to prove that she had what it took to mouth-fuck D/O’s producer/director, too. And, she wanted that magnificent black dick right FUCKING now! 


O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 02



Author’s Comments: Before I go any further, I want take this opportunity to thank the Lit members who voted to award Ch 2 Of Bigger Bites of Taboo Apples Interracial Story of The Year. Even more, I want to thank all of the readers who voted and made it Story of The Month for December, which put it in the running for the year-end award. Thank you all so much. Without you readers, I (along with all the writers here at Literotica) would simply be another hack writer looking for approval. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Now, concerning this new serial story: Very few people in this world are exactly who or what they seem to be; scratch the micro-thin surface of their outer veneer and you discover they are not who you believe them to be, and generally prove that there is a lot more to them then you ever expected to find. Those you expect to be strong-willed, usually aren’t; and those you suspected of being weak and subservient, more often than not, are far stronger in character than anyone can possibly imagine.

I’ve been taken to task for the amount of exposition I provide in my opening chapters; showing you at least the main character and what might, or might not, motivate them to do the things they do. I, therefore, decided to turn things around with this new story… just a little. So, having gotten your attention with some raunchy cocksucking and blackcock fucking in the first chapter, I am going to temper that hot sex with a chapter that’s almost all storyline and character development; show you that the preconceptions you now have about the characters are either all wrong, or at least not entirely what you think they should be. 

And don’t go gettin’ your whitey-tighties or skimpy panties all in a bunch: I said almost all exposition, not entirely. Skip this chapter and there’s no telling what you’ll miss.

With all of this in mind, let’s continue on and find which of my characters are really as strong as they’ve initially appeared to be… and which ones are going to prove to be far more complex than you think they are. 

*****

Finally leaving the congestive sprawl of New York City behind, Quentin lowered the driver’s side window a couple of inches and lit a cigar. “I’m telling you, Linc,” he said, offering the younger man in the passenger seat a cigar, “this new girl is going to be our ticket to the big time.”

Lincoln Log ran the fat cigar under his nose, deeply inhaling its pungent fragrance, then he rolled it between his thumb and fingers to test its freshness. It wasn’t Cuban, but it was the best that could be purchased in the Sates…legally. He dug his gold Dunhill lighter—a Christmas gift from Madge—out of his red-on-blue warm-up jacket and took his time getting the stogie going. This was one of the perks of being O/D’s reining male star, being able to relax with one of Quentin’s expensive cigars. 

“Our ticket to the big time, huh?” was this privately quiet man’s half-hearted reply to Quentin’s remark about the new girl. He needn’t have made that much of a reply; Quentin would continue to drone on without any response. Quentin liked the sound of his own voice, Lincoln could live without it. Hell, Quent probably talked to himself whenever he was forced to make this trip alone. 

“Straight to the top, Linc,” Quentin continued. It was one of his biggest perks being O/D’s senior partner, the one he actually enjoyed the most; employees were forced to listen to him. “Way she handled herself during her audition… never gagged one time… never flinched once… and I laid it to her good and hard. I watched her audition tape after the two of them left and I’m tellin’ you, the camera loves this little white slut. Wide angle or close up, doesn’t matter; your eyes are drawn to her and to whatever she’s doing.” Quentin blew a long plume of bluish smoke out the corner of his mouth. “If Dorothy comes off half as good with more than one dick havin’ at her little white body, she’s gonna knock Star right off her precious porn pedestal.”

Star Brite was O/D’s staring female attraction; a big-titted, milky-skinned, platinum blonde who, admittedly, could take on a dozen hard pounding black dicks—one right after the other, in all three holes—and make it seem effortless. She was a voracious cocksucker, who could swallow three fat loads at a time and never spill a drop, or let the overflow of slimy spunk run out of her mouth until her face was a cum-slathered mess if the scene called for it. A vocal slut who could make you truly believe she was having the time of her life being black gangbanged; the only one of O/D’s girls to have successfully taken every last ebony inch of what Lincoln Log had between his legs in her white ass—without whimpering, O/D’s queen porn bee was, without question, a born porn starlet/cumslut if there ever was one.

Born Sally Jones—somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line, Star Brite only had one drawback; she was a bitch, both on and off the set. Not a righteous, “I’ve got the right to brag” bitch, but a foul-mouthed, high-and-mighty, “My shit don’t stink”, royal-pain-in-the-ass bitch… with a capitol fucking B. 

“So this new girl took all you could throw at her,” Lincoln pointed out. This was nothing earth shattering, or even unexpected. Madge had been like that and Star Brite had taken to serious black dicking like a baby instinctively takes to its mother’s nipple. “How’s she going to do when it’s more than just her and one guy, when she knows that the cameras are rolling on what she’s doing?”

“Oh, Dorothy knew the cameras were rolling, all right. She said she saw the red lights flashing and either it didn’t bother her one little bit, or she was too far gone on black dick to give a shit.”

Lincoln slowly exhaled. “So, you don’t know if her performance was just good acting,” he questioned, watching the thick smoke get sucked out the window, “or whether it was a completely understandable reaction on her part?” In real life, but even more so in the porn industry, a newbie white chic going apeshit for a hard black dick was commonplace.

“Who the fuck cares if she was acting, or getting off on it? This girl’s an instinctive blackcock slut.” Quentin was at least 99.99% certain this would hold true for Dorothy off, as well as on screen. “I’ve got a gut feeling, before she’s finished, our innocent little white Dorothy is going to be the premier blackcock queen of the industry.”

“Now wouldn’t that be just too fucking sweet,” Lincoln laughed. 

He, and most of O/D Production’s exclusive ensemble, too—cast and crew, would like nothing better than to see Star Brite not simply knocked from her self-righteous perch, but get her bitchy white slut ass kicked clean off it. Absolute perfection would be for the bitch to get her ass kicked all the way down to a common fluffer. And, if everything Quentin had been spouting off about this new girl was even close to being half accurate, O/D could have a heroine in their midst. 

Lincoln Log pushed the passenger seat back, stretched out his long legs, laid his head back and closed his eyes. He would reserve his judgment of this new girl until he saw her in action for himself. Whatever this Dorothy chic had going for her, what this newbie could be capable of, what this innocent-faced white slut would be willing to do, how much she could take before she finally cried “Enough!”… Well, all of this remained to be seen …first hand… before he’d be ready to jump on her bandwagon to porn stardom.

*

About this same time, Dorothy was sitting alone at the estate’s butcher’s block kitchen table, sipping a cup of too strong coffee while questioning everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. 

It was already after noon and Madge, apparently, hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Of course, there had been a party last night, that had still been going strong when Dorothy had staggered off to her own room somewhere around 4:00, so Madge did have a viable excuse… sort of. 

Madge had introduced her to everyone at the party, but only as Dorothy, not as a new member of O/D Productions, so that had set her apart—right from the get-go—from the “In” crowd of porn stars, starlets, and crew. She had been hit on more than a few times during the party (by maybe half a dozen of the Othellos and three of the Desdemonas, as the black male actors and the white female actresses laughingly referred to themselves), but she hadn’t sensed that any of these indecent proposals had been made in earnest. 

Dorothy had overheard a couple times that she could be someone’s “niece” for all they knew. “Niece” being the euphemism for an important man’s (or woman’s) young girlfriend… “Nephew” being synonymous with boy-toy …no one wanted to chance damaging his or her career by seriously hitting on possibly an influential figure’s private piece of young fluff. No one at the party, except for Madge, knowing who she was, or if she might belong exclusively to someone important; only that she wasn’t one of them, making her questionable goods… This was enough reason for the party revelers to be friendly toward her, but still keep their distance. 

But that still puzzled her. According to Quentin, engaging in sex outside of the company being grounds for immediate dismissal was one of the tenants of O/D Production’s. It had been on the exclusive contract she had signed in the office before she and Madge had gone back to her place… and it hadn’t been in small type. And the lewd sex had been running rampant almost from the start of the clothing-optional party: open displays of cock sucking and fucking, multiple fuckings, anal fuckings, girls with girls, two or three girls with multiple black guys. Dorothy (standing off to the side and totally amazed) had watched Madge and another girl engage in a blackcock suckoff; Madge winning both sides of the salacious bet by not only getting her impressively black-cocked partner off first, but also catching more of his spurting cum in her mouth than the other girl.

But, Dorothy’s questionable status wasn’t the only reason she had spent most of the party pretty much by herself. She had accepted the beers that had come her way and even a couple of stiff drinks (doubles, at least, by the way they had effected her), but she had politely shied away from the drugs offered to her. Getting tipsy, or even drunk, was one thing; she had been there before and it did loosen her libido to the readily acceptable level, but doing drugs was just plain stupid. And drugs had been plentiful at the party. The air had been filled with the acrid smoke of marijuana. There had been a large candy dish on the long dinning table filled with brightly colored pills and on a sideboard there had been two smaller bowls containing a white powder. She had been around the entertainment industry long enough to know cocaine when she saw it.

Thinking about the contract she had signed, locking her into working exclusively for O/D Productions for the next two years, Dorothy wondered just how long this common sense determination (considered repressively puritanical by so many) to resist the “supposed” heightened sexual euphoria she could get from drugs would last. Continuous exposure to any vice had a way of breaking down even the strongest resolve, and two years was an awfully long time to resist anything.

And, along the lines of resisting taboo vices, the way in which she had succumbed so quickly to not only willingly, but wantonly engaging in interracial sex was a little mind-boggling. Had it been the eroticism of the moment—the black on white taboo of the situation—that had compelled her to carry on the way she had with Quentin? There was no denying that black on white sex was an irresistible lure to many white chics, but the sex—mind-blowing as it had been—had still been just sex. Sure, Quentin’s penis had been larger than any she had taken to date, but, white or black, a penis was a penis was a penis, nothing more. 

Although, she did have to admit that there had been a lot more to Quentin’s big black dick then she had ever experienced with a white guy and also that a black dick certainly seemed to have far more staying power than she had thought possible. But, that could just be Quentin, the sexual staying power of the man himself; the same didn’t necessarily have to apply to all black men.

Or, could her overly enthusiastic response to hard black sexing have been caused by something else entirely? Like say, discovering that the cameras were rolling, capturing the salacious interracial sex for others to see… with her as the starkly contrasting centerpiece of their nasty little film. Had knowing that she was, for all intents and purposes, the star attraction in a porn flick been her motivation for carrying on like a blackcock-obsessed white slut? It had been a euphoric turnon, no question there… both being filmed and the hard black sexing. Did that make her a blackcock slut, or a well-motivated actress?

The answer to this perplexing question, along with so many others… Only time, and exposure, would provide any sort of answers to what she was embarking on. And also, why in God’s name she was doing it of her own free will. Why she was actually looking forward to becoming a mega-superstar in the sleazy world of interracial pornography.

*

Only two people could be seen out by the pool when Quentin pulled around the back of the main house late in the afternoon; Madge stretched out naked on a chase lounge, with a big floppy straw hat shading her eyes and Dorothy sitting on the edge of the pool in a white and yellow checked bikini.

“Must have been a party last night,” Lincoln said as he checked out the pool’s new accoutrements. “Are you sure your precious Snow White’s of legal age?” 

“Dead certain,” Quentin answered, stopping the pearl-gray Mercedes at the entrance to the underground garage. “Her date of birth is on her contract, 4/1/1985. But I still had the Taylor Agency check her out, anyway.” The Taylor Agency was a private investigation firm that contracted almost solely to the porn industry to check out potential clients and also to keep an eye on suspicious behavior of their existing players and crew members. The porn industry was a cutthroat game. “Dorothy turned nineteen two months and twelve days ago, and that makes her legal in the eyes of the law. The last thing we need is a fucking Traci Lords fiasco.”

This, Lincoln had to verify for himself. He unfolded himself from the passenger seat and stretched. “Well, do I get an introduction to our new star, or do I have to wait till we meet on the set to get a good look at her?”

Quentin smiled as he came around the car. “Come on, I’ll introduce you personally.” He glanced at his companion as they walked toward the pool and smirked. “Good thing you’re wearing that loose-fitting warm-up suit. I don’t want my new star running out the front gate screaming assault with a deadly weapon.”

The day before, he had referred to O/D Production’s private estate as a compound, but it was hardly a lock-down facility. Yes, a portion of the wooded grounds was walled in, but there weren’t any glass shards embedded in the top of the high rock wall, no rolls of razor wire were strung around the perimeter. And, yes, there were locked gates with a gatehouse manned around the clock. But, all of this was to keep prying eyes and unwelcome visitors out, not to prevent those inside from leaving. Anyone who wanted out, and didn’t have a car of their own, only had to walk down to the gatehouse and the guard would call them a taxi. The porn industry had a bad enough rep as it was, having allegations of kidnapping being bandied about, with claims of forcible rape thrown in as irresistible icing on the cake to excuse a slut’s sordid actions, no one needed, or wanted. Even if these wild allegations eventually proved to be entirely unfounded, the damage would already be done.

Only a complete fool would chance having everything he had worked to build ruined by some lying bimbo, who had come into the game with her eyes wide open and now wanted out—for whatever reason—claiming she had been held and repeatedly abused against her will. Not when there were hundreds of other white chics just like her who were willing to put out on film if it meant seeing their names up in lights… even if they were being openly displayed on the marquees of porn houses. 

The head of Othello and Desdemona Productions was many things, to many people, but one thing he definitely he wasn’t, and that was a damned fool.

Dorothy looked up when she saw the two men approaching. She smiled and waved when she realized who one of them was. “Hello, Quentin.” She hadn’t recognized him clothed. “This is really a beautiful place O/D Productions has up here… so green and secluded, and so well appointed, too.”

“We like it,” Quentin replied proudly. What wasn’t to like about it? Hell, two rooms of the main house were three times what he had known growing up in Harlem. “I see Madge got you up here safe and sound.”

“There was a little hassle, but nothing Madge couldn’t handle,” Dorothy responded blithely. She shaded her eyes and looked up at Quentin’s companion. Jeeze, he was tall, like a pro basketball player, but not as muscular. And he was very handsome. “Who’s your friend?” Such captivating dark eyes this striking man had and an open and friendly smile, full of sparkling, perfectly even white teeth. Did finding this dark stranger more than mildly attractive mean she was becoming hooked on black men? She didn’t care. She had to meet this disquieting black man.

Lincoln shook his head in wonder. Even up close, this pretty white girl, playfully splashing her feet in the pool, didn’t look to be more than sixteen, seventeen at the oldest. And the retro bikini she was wearing… It would have been considered very daring in the 50s, but by today’s standards she might as well have been wearing one of those blousy, cover-everything-from-neck-to-ankles swimming outfits from the Roaring 20s. But, it suited her… perfectly. 

With a friendly smile, he extended his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Lincoln, and I’m very glad to finally make your acquaintance, Dorothy. Quent talked about nothing else but you all the way up.”

Dorothy took the offered hand and almost, but not quite, scowled at Quentin. “I’ll just bet he did.”

Lincoln could see in the girl’s eyes that she was concerned about what Quentin had revealed about the salacious details of her audition. “He kept saying how you were bringing a breath of fresh air to O/D.” He gave Dorothy his most charming and disarming grin. “And, I can see where he didn’t praise you near enough, Dorothy.”

Dorothy maintained her grip on the large ebony hand and let the man draw her to her feet. Standing, she was still only barely eye level with his chest. She could smell his cologne and knew it would be expensive. She could smell Lincoln, too; the heady musky scent of a man. He was devastatingly good looking, his body lathe—almost sculptured, and his manner was so polite and cordial… 

“What do you mean, nothing Madge couldn’t handle?” Quentin demanded, rudely breaking Dorothy’s train of thought.

“Why don’t you ask her?” Dorothy answered and continued her appraisal of the man still holding her hand. There hadn’t been the least hint of derisiveness in his flattering complements, nothing to indicate that he knew how she had carried on like a cheap slut during her audition. She smiled up at him. She could almost feel her blue eyes twinkling. Perhaps this Lincoln didn’t have anything to do with the porn industry, except for maybe the money end of it.

“Dorothy was a little behind in her rent is all,” Madge said. She could see that the girl was quickly becoming captivated by Lincoln, and she couldn’t blame her one bit. Lincoln Log was a handsome son of a bitch and with his sweet manner, he could charm a girl right out of her panties… without her even knowing it. She wondered if the same innocent captivation would still apply when Dorothy got a look at him on the set.




O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 02



She turned her attention back to Quentin. “Anyway, this scruffy beer belly, in one of those “wife-beater” undershirts, was standing at her door when we got there and refused to let us inside until her rent was brought current. So, I paid it.”

“You paid her rent?”

“Yep.” Madge snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”

Dorothy managed to pull her eyes away from Lincoln. “That was the easy part, Quentin.” But, she wasn’t about to release this beautiful man’s warm hand… not just yet. “Tell him the rest of it, Madge.”

Madge grinned. “This puss gut, when he finds out we’re there to move Dorothy out, he up and demands another five hundred for not giving him two weeks notice. So, I grab him by the balls and shove him up against the wall and tell him if he doesn’t want to stagger back downstairs with his bloody jewels in his hand, he’ll stay right where he is till we’re gone. Apparently, he really valued his puny white balls a lot, because he was still pressed up against the wall when Dorothy and I carried her suitcases out the door.”

Lincoln laughed. “Did she really do that, Dorothy?”

Dorothy liked Lincoln’s laugh. “She left out the part where my landlord was protecting his precious jewels with his hands… with these big ol’ tears streaming down his pig jowls.” Lincoln had a good laugh; a real laugh that came from down deep inside of him. “I guess maybe she squeezed them a little too hard when she put him up against the wall.”

“Lucky I didn’t tear ‘em off and force feed them to him,” Madge snarled. “Anyway, you’ll find petty cash short a grand.”

“A thousand dollars!” Quentin gulped. “For a little back rent?”

“Just about. The dump was way overpriced, but that’s New York for ya. The rest we spent on food.” She thrust her chin at Dorothy. “She don’t look like she could do it, but that little girl put away two double Whoppers, two Super-size orders of fries, and two large vanilla malts all by herself. And when she was done with all that, she was eyeing my fries. I don’t think she’s had a real meal in weeks, Quent.”

Embarrassed, Dorothy lowered her eyes. “It… It hasn’t been quite that long.”

Lincoln lifted Dorothy chin with his finger. “Well, you don’t have to worry about eating regular as long as you’re here with us, young lady. The chef will fix you anything you want, and if he balks at something, even a little, you come and see me. Okay?”

“Okay.” Dorothy smiled. No matter what he had to do with O/D Productions, she liked this kind-hearted, gentle, and very handsome black man. “Thank you, Lincoln.”

“No, thank you for being a much needed breath of fresh, clean air, Dorothy.” Lincoln considered bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her fingers, but figured it would be just a little too gallant. “I’m going over to my cabin for a bit, Quent.” He squeezed Dorothy’s hand lightly and released it. “Ill see you at dinner, Dorothy.”

“See you at dinner, Lincoln,” Dorothy replied as she watched the handsome black man walk away. She turned and grinned at Madge.

Madge sat up quickly. “I swear, if you gush how he’s a dreamboat, it’ll me throwing your sorry ass in the pool this time.”

Quentin looked back and forth from Madge to Dorothy back to Madge. “What do you mean ‘this time’?”

“We ah… we had a little incident before you got here, Quent. Star heard there was a new girl around when she got here this morning and… well, you know how Star can get when she feels she’s being threatened.”

“What happened?” Quentin groaned.

“About half the crew was down here at the pool when Dorothy and I came down and Star marches right up to Dorothy and starts reading her the fucking riot act, telling her in no uncertain terms how she hasn’t got what it takes to satisfy the real men around here… getting right up in her face and screeching that if she wants to stick around, she’s going to do it by being nothing more than a fluffer. There was more, but you get the gist.”

Quentin groaned again and turned to Dorothy. “I hope you just stood there and took it. Star can be a… a little temperamental at times. She’s really a very nice person.”

“My ass!” Madge snorted. “But, not to worry, our Dorothy took it like a good little Girl Scout. Right up until Star spit in her face. Then she turned her back on the bitch.”

“Oh, shit!” The thing Star Brite hated the most was being ignored. “So, you’re saying Star threw Dorothy in the pool?” Quentin asked hopefully.

Madge’s grin went from ear to ear. “Actually, it was the other way around. Dorothy bent over, grabbed her ankles and rammed her butt back into Star’s gut. Star landed about three feet out in the pool… in the deep end.”

A third groan would be pointless. “Who pulled her out?” Even with her buoyant tits, Star Brite couldn’t swim three strokes without floundering. Maybe it was because of her 38D silicone tits… acting as opposing rudders.

“Randy dove in and brought her to the surface, then three of the girls hustled her sputtering ass up to her cabin before things could get really out of hand.” Madge laid back and brought her hat down over her eyes. “Tell you something, Quent, it comes to a catfight between the two of them, my money’s goin’ down on Dorothy.”

“I’m sorry for what happened, Quentin,” Dorothy said contritely. “For… for what I shouldn’t have done.” Star Brite was O/D’s star and she had been way out of line reacting like that. “I’ll go up to her cabin and apologize right now.”

“No,” Quentin sighed. “I think it would be best if you and Star stayed out of each other’s face for a while. At least until she gets over her current mad.” He shook his head. Being the head of a studio wasn’t easy. Problems, always problems. “Dinner’s at six. See you both then.”

Quentin walked off toward his car. There was very little chance that Star would be joining them for dinner, but it was a hundred percent certainty that she would in his office first thing in the morning; demanding that he get rid of the fucking little white whore. Quentin wasn’t about to do that; he knew in his guts that Dorothy was going to pan out, quite possibly even attain that elusive mega-superstardom in the porn industry, so he would do his best to pacify the bitch… Star was money in the bank right now, Dorothy the potential future. But, he would also warn the temperamental cunt that, if she allowed personal animosity to spill over onto a set, he would be forced to make a choice. 

And Star Brite wouldn’t like the decision the head of O/D Productions would come to.

*

Dinner was a veritable smorgasbord; there was so much that looked so good, and there was so much of it. Dorothy didn’t know where to begin. She brought her plate to the table piled high with portions of everything.

“You keep eating like that, and you’re going to blimp out in no time,” Quentin cautioned her. “And I want you just the way you are right now.”

“I’ll run five miles in the morning to burn it off,” Dorothy promised as she dug in. “Then I’ll swim twenty laps of the pool, half of them underwater.”

Sitting along side her, Lincoln grinned. “I’ll run them with you, Dorothy,” he offered. When Dorothy opened her mouth to respond, he put two fingers to her mouth. “You call me Lincoln once more, and I’ll paddle your bare ass, right here in front of everyone. Call me Linc. It’s friendlier.”

Dorothy looked around the long dinner table, almost everyone from the party the night before was here. And their eyes were all on her. She looked into Lincoln’s eyes. He meant what he said; he’d paddle her bare white ass in front of everyone. “Okay, Linc. And I’m Dot. That’s friendlier, too.”

The two of them shook hands then dug in; Lincoln doing his best to match the spunky girl bite for bite, chomp for chomp, and swallow for swallow. He was no slouch when it came to pounding down the chow, but he had to give Dorothy her due; for her size, Dot could pack it away pretty good herself. And Quent didn’t have to worry about Dot putting on a lot of excess poundage. Lincoln could tell from the girl’s slender frame that she had the same metabolism he did; hyper-accelerated. He was over thirty now, and it would begin to catch up with him sooner or later, but for now he was going to chow down to his heart’s content.

After dinner Lincoln was out on the veranda, enjoying one of Quentin’s fine cigars, when Dorothy joined him. “It’s so beautiful up here,” she commented, crossing her arms on the railing. “All the stars twinkling overhead, and that big ol’ moon shining down on us… It kind of reminds me of back home, only there are a lot more trees up here.”

“Kansas, right?”

Dorothy nodded. “From a little bitty nothing town I bet you’ve never heard of.”

“Try me,” Lincoln challenged.

“Okay.” Dorothy turned her head to face Lincoln. “It’s Oz. For real.”

“Know it well,” Lincoln responded smugly. “Up in the northeast corner of the state; population, roughly 200, give or take a recent birth or two.”

“How…?” Dorothy was, to say the least, flabbergasted. “No one knows where Oz is.” Or even that there was a town by that name in Kansas. The only way people outside of Kansas even connected the two was through ‘The Wizard of Oz’. “And the population is 201, there have been two births and a death since I left there.”

Lincoln grinned. “I went to college down in Lawrence, Dot.” 

“You’re a Jayhawker?”

“Tried and true,” Lincoln laughed. “Majored in Dramatic Arts, when I wasn’t running track. And the itty-bitty nothing cornfield town I grew up in back in Nebraska wasn’t much bigger than Oz.”

“Damn.” Dorothy exhaled. “Two farm kids, almost neighbors, and here we both are, standing side by side under the same moon in the Catskill Mountains of New York State.” She didn’t add that they were both involved in the porn industry, in one way or another. “The world just keeps getting smaller and smaller, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, Dot. That it most certainly does.” Lincoln looked down at the pretty, seemingly innocent girl beside him. “And, I’m glad it has.”

Dorothy raised her eyes. Lincoln was a very, very handsome man. He was sweet and charming, educated and well spoken. The man gave off an almost detectable aura; Lincoln knew exactly who he was and what he was all about. Linc would be a real lover; the lover of every girl’s dreams. Well, maybe not every girl’s dream lover; Lincoln was black, dark as the night sky, dark and alluring as the deep shadows out away from the dimly lit deck. 

And Dorothy wanted him… badly. She took a bold step closer to him. She wanted Lincoln to put his arms around her, draw her tight against his lathe, sensuous body. She wanted him to sweep her off her feet and… “You wouldn’t like to take a walk with me, would you, Linc? You know, an evening stroll around the grounds… in the dark?”

Lincoln wanted Dorothy as badly as she was making in known she wanted him. But not out there in the dark. Dorothy didn’t know how cold and dank it could get up here at night… even in the summer. He wanted nothing more than to scoop this enchanting girl/woman up in his arms and carry her to his cabin, lay her down on the floor in front of a roaring fire and make love; not have sex, fuck, like they would do on a porn set, but make real honest love… and not to her, but with Dorothy.

He flicked his cigar into the darkness and was reaching for Dorothy when Quentin came out onto the veranda. “I really hate to barge in on this tender moment,” he said, “but I need to go over a few things with you, Linc.”

Lincoln’s arms had already encircled Dorothy. “Can’t it wait till morning?” he snarled. The unmistakable scent of a young woman in heat was wafting up toward his flared nostrils; a pungent muskiness, yet fresh and clean… and innocent. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“I’m afraid not,” Quentin answered firmly. “What we have to discuss needs to be settled before morning.”

“Damnit!” The firm tone of Quent’s voice… he wasn’t going to be put off. Lincoln slid his hands up under Dorothy’s arms and lifted her off her feet, until her small, pixie face was level with his own. Then, he kissed her.

Dorothy’s arms went around Lincoln’s neck and there was no hesitation when she kissed him back. Her mouth hungrily opened against his ripe lips and she wantonly coaxed his tongue to invade her. She shivered. She had been French kissed before—plenty of times, but never like this. Never!

Dorothy was trembling uncontrollably when Lincoln finally broke their passionate kiss and set her down. “I’ll… I’ll leave the door to my room unlocked,” she barely managed to wheeze. If this handsome black man made love half as devastatingly as he kissed… “Should I also leave a light on… Linc?”

Lincoln smiled down at her. “Maybe just a small night light, Dot.” Seeing Dorothy naked, her smallish, tight white body exotically cast in light and shadows… “Let’s get it over with, Quent.” He cupped Dorothy’s chin in his hand and gave her a peck on the lips. “I have some real important business of my own that needs seeing to.” He gave Dorothy’s turned up nose a quick peck. “I promise.”

Dorothy’s mind was reeling as she watched the two of them go back inside the house. Sex always made her tingle all over; prickly, like millions of tiny hot pinpricks everywhere, that she couldn’t, and didn’t want to ignore. But the delicious sensations that were washing over every inch of her being right now… Was this what love felt like?



To be continued…



 Okay, so it turned out to be almost an entirely exposition transitional chapter. I promise to spice things back up in the next chapter. 

But, answer me this—and be honest with yourselves: Do the preconceptions you already had in your heads match up in any way with what little I’ve now shown you about my characters? JL 



O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 03



There was a chilly morning mist hugging the ground when Dorothy came outside. She did some loosening up exercises then jogged down to the big wrought iron gates. The guard inside the gatehouse, a stoic-faced black man, had the look of someone who would rather be anywhere else—like in a warm, cozy bed, spooned naked with someone equally cozy and warm, but he returned her wave with a good-natured smile.

She jogged in place and surveyed the grounds. She could catch glimpses of the estate’s perimeter wall uphill through the trees and judged it to be about a mile—maybe a little more—from where she was now, around the inside of the wall, back to here. She had promised Quentin five miles to work off what she had pigged out on last night; she would do five laps. She started off at an easy jog.

Dorothy was mad, upset, disappointed. She didn’t want to think about what was angering her, so she concentrated on her running, letting her mind dwell solely on navigating the uneven ground under foot, weaving through the trees and around the bushes, and not on why she was pissed. She never saw the man appear out of the trees to her left. In fact, she wasn’t even aware that it was Lincoln until he was jogging along side her. 

One look at Dorothy’s face was enough to let Lincoln know that she was teed off… and he couldn’t blame her. He wanted to apologize, tell her why he hadn’t made it to her room the night before. The absolute last thing he wanted was Dorothy thinking he thought of her as nothing more than just another piece of cheap white fluff that could be blown off. 

But, Lincoln never got the chance to so much as open his mouth. Dorothy kicked her running up a couple of gears and was darting through the trees like a rabbit. It took all he had to catch up with her. “Better slow it up,” he cautioned when he was once more running alongside her, “or you won’t make your five miles.”

Dorothy glanced over at Lincoln. His legs were almost twice as long as hers and he knew the grounds much better. She would never be able to out run him. She slowed back to a jogging pace, but maintained her stony silence. “One,” she said as they approached the front gates five minutes later.

“Actually, a full circuit is closer to a mile and a half,” Lincoln commented.

“One and a half,” Dorothy snorted and continued on past the gates.

Even though he had to adjust his stride because of Dorothy’s shorter legs, Lincoln was still working to stay with her. The girl was setting a steady, ground-eating pace; one that, unless she was a daily jogger down in the city, he knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain… not for the entire five miles.

“Three,” Dorothy counted when they jogged past the gatehouse for the second time. She was getting winded and couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t a compulsive jogger—a couple of miles, two or three days a week, at best—but, even still, three miles was nothing. Or, it shouldn’t be. Why were her calf muscles beginning to burn like she had run the full five miles?

They ran side by side up the mild incline; Lincoln courteously dropping back a couple of steps whenever they were weaving and twisting through the trees, pulling back alongside Dorothy when the land opened back up. The ground flattened out somewhat at the top of the circuit, with a gradual downhill slope back around to the front gates. “Four and a half,” Lincoln counted as they jogged past the gatehouse. He had to; Dorothy didn’t have enough wind left to say anything.

Dorothy forced herself to keep jogging. What the hell was wrong with her? Her heart was pounding like a trip-hammer, she could barely draw in a ragged breath, her leg muscles were starting to cramp up… and Lincoln wasn’t even breathing hard. She hardened her determination; if he could make it all the way around to the gates once more, then “Damnit!” she could, too.

At the top of the circuit, Dorothy stumbled. Only Lincoln skidding to a halt, wheeling around and catching her just in time kept her from landing on her face. “Let me go,” she yelled, trying to extricate herself from his arms, “Damn it, let me…” The fight suddenly went out of Dorothy and she collapsed. “Why…” she gasped.

“You’re not acclimated to the altitude,” Lincoln explained as he lowered her to the ground. “This isn’t sea level, you’re up around two thousand feet here… the air’s thinner.” He partially unzipped the front of her jogging suit. “Deep breaths, Dot. That’s a girl, concentrate on getting your breathing back to normal. You’re going to be okay in a couple of minutes, baby.”

Dorothy could tell Lincoln was saying something to her… his lips were moving, but the rush of her own blood was too loud inside her head to clearly hear him. If she could just catch her breath…

“You’re lucky you didn’t try this in the Rocky Mountains, Dot; the air’s a whole lot thinner up there,” Lincoln continued. He sat back and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I remember running in a meet at University of Wyoming, in Laramie… that’s in the Medicine Bow Range, elevation over a mile high. Anyway, this guy I’m running against—long, lanky white dude… my recorded time’s almost two full seconds faster than his and this guy goes by me like I’m jogging backwards. And why? Cause he was used to there being so little oxygen that high up and I wasn’t.

“We got to yakking after the race and he tells me he was born and raised in the northwest corner of the state—little bitty town called Meeteese, if I recall right. Anyhow, he tells me this town’s elevation is like twenty-five times higher than it’s population, which was around three hundred.” Lincoln plucked a long blade of grass and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. “Couple months later, UW comes down to our neck of the woods and this guy whizzes right by me for the second time, cause now he’s breathing what almost amounts to pure oxygen for him.”

Her breathing finally back to normal, Dorothy sat up. She was going to be okay. “Don’t that beat all,” Lincoln drawled, “a cowboy makin’ ME look like I’m out for an afternoon stroll, and not once, but twice… the second time on my own turf.” He fell back on his elbows. “Just had to buy that ol’ boy a beer and get him laid for doin’ that.”

Dorothy had to smile; Lincoln was playing the good ol’ hick country boy to the hilt. Then, she remembered. “I’m mad at you.”

“I know,” Lincoln answered dryly. “And you got every right to be. Get me out of the doghouse if I say I’m sorry?’”

“No.” Dorothy got to her feet. She wasn’t feeling light headed any longer, but she didn’t feel like running anymore. She started off downhill through the trees for the house. Lincoln was up and alongside her in a couple of strides. They walked without talking. A minute ticked by, then two, the strained silence between them deafening. “Why didn’t you come to my room last night?” Dorothy finally demanded. “Like you promised.”

“The meeting lasted longer than I wanted it to. A lot too long.” Lincoln wanted to tell her what had gone on in the meeting, explain to her why he hadn’t been there when he said he would. But, he couldn’t. “I did come by after the meeting, but you were sound asleep.”

“Had to be after 3:00,” Dorothy said. That had been the last time she remembered looking over at her clock. But, knowing Linc had come by after all… this made her a little less angry.

“It was 3:30, quarter to four,” Lincoln explained. “You were sleeping on top of the bed, that little nightie you were wearing not covering a whole lot.” Affection—more than for a friend, but short of something indefinable—accompanied the mental picture he had of Dorothy sleeping. “Anyway, I managed to get the covers out from under you, got you tucked in, then sat on the edge of your bed for a couple of minutes.”

“Why didn’t you wake me, instead of tucking me in?”

“I didn’t want to.” Dorothy had looked so pretty, so innocent in her slumber, like a young girl without a care in the world. “I sortta liked… just… looking at you.”

That brought Dorothy to a halt. “You didn’t want to touch me? Why, there something wrong with me? A little girl like me not up to your he-man standards?”

“Quite the opposite,” Lincoln retorted. He had wanted to touch Dorothy… badly. Who in his right mind wouldn’t want to touch someone so proportionally prefect? Take her perky breasts in his hands… tenderly tweak the pink nipples to hardness… caress her taunt, rounded buttocks… slide his hand between her legs… feel the moist feather-soft down of her pubic hair against his palm. But, he hadn’t done any of that. There had been a reason for not doing it, not a very good reason in his estimation, but still a reason he had agreed to. “I did touch you once. Briefly.”

“Where?” Dorothy asked. She had wanted Lincoln so bad it had been like a dull ache inside her. She had all but told him out loud how mach she wanted him to touch her, to take her. That was why she had worn the babydoll nightie without any panties, so there would nothing much to get in the way of Lincoln’s strong black hands touching her anywhere he wanted. All it would have taken was Linc copping a feel and she would have instantly been wide awake. “Where did you touch me, Linc? Please tell me.”

“I gave you a goodnight kiss,” Linc confessed with a smile. “Before slipping out and locking the door behind me.”

A tremor ran through Dorothy; she thought she had only dreamed that Linc had kissed her goodnight. What was left of her mad evaporated; she wanted this handsome black man, more than she had wanted him last night. Right here. Right now. 

For his part, Lincoln wanted Dorothy, possibly more then vibes she was giving off screamed the she wanted him to take her. He had not wanted anyone so badly in life. But, he had promised that nothing would happen between them. Absolutely nothing, not until it was just the right moment for something sexual to happen between them. Quentin’s time frame, not his own. 

But, could a simple kiss… between friends… be considered sexual? Lincoln didn’t care. He wanted to taste Dorothy’s sweet mouth again, drink in her fresh cleanliness. And Quentin wasn’t here to break it up. Impulsively, he lifted Dorothy off her feet the same way he had out on the veranda the night before.

The second her feet were off the ground, Dorothy wrapped legs around Lincoln’s trim waist and locked her heels together behind his back. Her arms went around his neck and their mouths met half way. They kissed and, at least to Dorothy, they were instantly in their own world; their mouths hungrily trying to devourer each other’s; their tongues fencing in a sliding, slithering duel neither of them could lose. Dorothy’s breasts were pressed flat against Lincoln’s heaving chest; she felt herself dissolving in his strong embrace; felt the molecules of her body and Linc’s fusing together; their souls becoming one with each other.

This was more than a simple kiss, but it wasn’t sexual, not entirely. This was something more… and was rapidly becoming a whole lot more. Lincoln had to break the downward spell Dorothy was weaving around him. Another minute… Hell, another ten seconds of this and they would be on the ground, tearing at each other’s clothes like animals in heat.

He managed to pull his head back, enough to separate his mouth from Dorothy’s. “Damn, girl, you kiss like no one I’ve…”

“I’m not a girl!” Dorothy spat. She tightened her legs around Linc’s waist and ground her pelvis hard into his flat stomach. She had to show him that she was woman enough to know what she wanted. “Damnit, Linc, make love to me.” She would prove to this devastatingly handsome man that anything, everything was okay with her. Anytime, anywhere, anyway… She wanted Linc to take her and make her his… all his.

It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but Lincoln somehow managed to force Dorothy to disentangle herself from him. His arms were shaking as he gently set her back on her feet. “It’ll happen between us, Dorothy. I swear it will. Just… just not right now.”

“Why, Linc?” Tears were welling up in Dorothy eyes; tears of anger and frustration; tears of want, of need… of undeniable desire. “Tell me why not.”

“For reasons… reasons I can’t go into. I wish I could. God help me, I wish I could explain it to you. But… but I can’t.” Lincoln stepped back. “Now, pull yourself together. Please.” He took another step back to further increase the proximity of their bodies. “You’ve still got twenty laps to swim,” he said in an attempt to distract her. “And…. and then you’ve got a screen test at eleven.”

Hearing that she had a screen test scheduled cooled Dorothy’s ardor, but it didn’t quench it entirely. That would require her and Linc being together… naked… one of these fucking days. It did, however, jolt her back into the real world; driving home the reason she was up here at O/D Production’s secluded estate like nothing else could. She took a shuddering breath. “How many ah… costars are going to be in my screen test?” A polite way of inquiring how many black dicks were going to be using her on screen.

“Four,” Lincoln answered, more harshly than he had intended for it to come out. “Quentin has it set up for you and four Othellos. But they’re all good guys. Honest. If they sense that they’re really hurting you, in any way, they’ll back off. I promise.”

Dorothy took another couple of deep breaths and tried to steel herself for what was to come. It would be just her and four guys with hard black dicks; them using her white body, one after the other, probably two at a time, maybe more; her naked under the hot lights, the white center piece of a blackdick gangbang… with others watching, filming every last nasty slut thing she did to those guys, or allowed them to do to her.

She turned away from Lincoln. She could she the house from here. The morning sunlight was glinting off the pool’s glassy surface. “Let’s go for that swim and… and cool off a bit.” 

“I’m not much of a swimmer, Dot,” Linc confessed as they walked down the incline to the pool. “But, I’ll sit on the edge and count laps for you.”

Dorothy stopped at the pool gate and without looking back at Lincoln, asked, “Will you be at my screen test, Linc?”

“I’ll be there, Dot. I promise.”

Dorothy knelt down and unlaced her running shoes. “I’d appreciate that.” She stood up and kicked her shoes off, unzipped her warmup jacket, shrugged it off and tossed it aside, then skinned off her running pants. She was now as naked as the day she had come into this world. “Might as well get after it, right?” She walked to the edge of the pool and stopped. “I do want to be… be fresh as a daisy for my screen test.”

And with that, Dorothy launched herself from the side of the pool, arching out over the water, her form perfect, her naked body slicing into the still water cleanly, like a hot knife going into butter… barely a ripple.

* 

Quentin rubbed his temples, digging his fingers in as hard as he could. Not even 9:00 and already he was getting a headache.

He got up from behind his desk and went to the window. He could see Dorothy in the pool, swimming in the nude. Lincoln was sitting on the edge in his black jogging suit, his knees drawn up. He had seen that “thing” passing between the two of them, the thing that could spell performance death to a porn star, male or female. He had seen it before breaking them apart out on the veranda; at the dinner table… the way they had looked at each other when they were shaking hands. It was going to take every once of influence he had with Linc to keep the two of them apart. Until just the right moment. And that moment—captured correctly—would be priceless.

Quentin watched Dorothy swim to the far side of the pool, underwater; watched her surface, take a deep breath then push away from the side of the pool and glide through the water. She was a good swimmer; her feet fluttering like tailfins, her arm strokes clean and smooth; propelling her through the water effortlessly… like a fish. 

Yeah, Dorothy was a fish, all right; a lily-white fish, who was going to have some degrading things done to her before the cameras stopped rolling today.

A demanding knock at his office door pulled Quentin’s attention away from Dorothy and Linc. Uninvited, Star Brite stormed into the office and his headache intensified. As his tempestuous, pain-in-the-ass starlet flounced angrily across the room, demanding—as expected—that he get that new “fucking” cunt the hell out of here “Right fucking now!” he retreated back behind his desk. 

Already exhausted, the head of O/D Productions plunked down in the chair and sighed heavily. Problems. Always problems.

* *

Linc and Quentin were huddled together with one of the cameramen when Dorothy came onto soundstage 4, wearing only a lightweight satin robe. It was all the cover she had needed to cross from the house to the huge barn-like structure that housed O/D’s production facilities. Not that it really mattered; when the director called for action, the producer/director, the camera people, and especially her costars weren’t going to want her wrapped in even this much.

Intensely curious, Dorothy stood for a moment and took it all in. She had been on a lot of stages—in high school and the countless times, both on and off Broadway, for auditions for parts that she never got, but she had never been on an actual soundstage. She had expected to see a bustle of manic activity; people frantically rushing around, orders being barked, equipment being moved about. But, surprisingly, there seemed to be very little going on; a lot of people standing around; some drinking coffee or sodas, smoking cigarettes; a few fiddling with cameras or lights; most of them looking bored.

There was one aspect to be found on an O/D soundstage, however, which would contrast drastically from other soundstages. It would probably take someone a while before they caught on to what felt so different, so unusual about their surroundings, but when they finally did figure it out, it would stand out like white rice liberally spilled on a black satin bed sheet. Succinctly put; it was a distinct (and intentional) demarcation of gender. Regardless of their expertise—performers, crewmembers, stagehands, or other staff—Black faces belonged solely to men; whereas Caucasian, Latina, Oriental, or South Sea Islander faces were all female… there were no exceptions to this hard and fast O/D Productions tenet.

Dorothy noticed this, but she didn’t think much about it. She was pretty much accustomed to seeing this ultra racial/sexual separation all around her; in less than two days, it had become the non-threatening norm to her. She was as comfortable at this racially mixed, yet at the same time sexually segregated, estate as she had always felt herself to be in the outside world. Providing she made the grade in this screen test—and she had every intention of doing so—she knew (without any doubts) that she would feel just at home here, as an accepted, contributing member of the exclusive O/D Production family, as she previously had in her mother and father’s warm comfy living room back home.

“Once upon a time…” “Long, long ago…” “Way back when…” “In the time before…” 

Dorothy shook her head to clear away the encroaching cobwebs. She’d always had an affinity for the melodramatic, and those kinds of thoughts had been crawling very close to ominous melodrama. But, as she made her way to Lincoln’s side, Dorothy, from predominately Caucasian Oz, wondered how uncomfortable stepping into this starkly contrasting world would make another unsuspecting actor or actress. How would they react at discovering the glaring (decidedly non-pluralistic) delineation of the sexes here at Othellos and Desdemonas Productions was based exclusively on race?

“Going over camera angles, Dorothy,” Quentin said as she approached them. “You might as well get in on this, since you’re going to be center stage.” He nodded in the direction of a big round bed. “The bed will be the focal point, so you’re going to have to keep yourself within the box at all times.”




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“The box?”

Quentin inverted the thumb and forefinger of both hands, creating a square, a simulated viewing screen. “Inside the box, see?” 

In an attempt to lighten the mood—her own, anyway, Dorothy pointed out that the bed was round, not square. 

“So paint a mental square around it,” Quentin grumbled. On the set, the last thing he wanted was a sense of humor. “Why don’t you go on over and test things out? You know, roll around on the bed a little… find out where your limitations are in order to keep you in the frame at all times.”

Dorothy turned away from her temperamental director. “And where will you be, Linc?”

Lincoln pointed at a spot that would be just out of camera range. “I’ll be standing right there, Dot.” He gave her a wink. He had understood her humor being her way of masking her nervousness. “Not more than ten feet away from you, the whole time.”

Taking the sides of her flimsy robe in her fingers, Dorothy curtsied. “My knight in shining armor,” Dorothy fawned with a flirtatious batting of her long eyelashes.

Lincoln shook his head and pointed at the bed. “Go rehearse, Scarlet O’Hara.” 

Dorothy stuck her tongue out at him and went over to stand beside the bed; her impending porn stage. It was round, and it was big. It was also covered in blood-red satin. With five naked bodies on it, all of them moving about at the same time, satin sheets would make for some tricky slipping and sliding as they jockeyed for position… four of those sweaty naked bodies being black, jockeying to get into position to put their hard black dicks into her naked white body. The socially forbidden aspect of what would be happening… with her fully cognizant (undrugged, in no way coerced) consent, Dorothy tried not to dwell on too much.

She sat on the edge the stage bed, swung her legs up and laid down. With her eyes closed, she rolled across it, counting aloud. “One… Two… Three…” At three and a half revolutions, she stopped and opened her eyes. There was still about a two foot safety margin between her body and the point of no return; where she would have rolled right off the bed. Hopefully, this would be enough room to move around, and still remain inside the confines of her director’s frame. She rolled back to the center of the bed, got up on her knees and bounced up and down. There was some give to the mattress, but not a lot. 

Linc and Quentin came up to her. “Everything all right with the setup, Dorothy?” Quentin asked. “The bed okay?”

Dorothy did her best to smile bravely. “Too firm to sleep on comfortably, but plenty hard enough to fuck on.”

Dorothy’s show of bravado didn’t fool Lincoln; the tightness around her heavily mascaraed eyes was a clear indication that she was apprehensive as all hell. “You don’t want to go through with this, Dot, just nod and I’ll have you out of here before anyone can blink.”

“Ah, yes, my knight in shining armor to the rescue.” Dorothy gave Linc an honest smile this time. “You just be where you promised you’d be… the whole time. I’ll be okay.”

“All right, people, let’s look alive here,” Quentin announced loudly. “Your costars will be right out, Dorothy.”

“Oh, goodie, goodie!” Dorothy responded, feigning child-like glee. “By the way, what are their names?”

“You don’t need to know their names,” Quentin answered irritably. “This is an action scene, to see how you translate onto the screen, see if you come across naturally with more than one guy… Uh, more than one costar to interact with at the same time.”

‘That was a “nice” way of putting it,’ Dorothy ruefully thought to herself. Getting black gangbanged would be simply interacting with four costars. “I’m assuming you’re going to want some gutter-tramp vocalization in this… interaction, Quentin,” she said flatly. “So, what do I do in that moment of high heat, scream ‘Yeah, give it to me, you irresistible fucking Nigger! Slam that big black dick into me hard and deep.’ at the top of my lungs?”

Quentin blinked. The last thing he would have expected to detect in this sort of vocal porn was heated passion. Had it been the real thing, or another feigned response? Did it really matter? “Just let yourself go and have fun with this, Dorothy,” he cajoled. “You’ll be surprised at how easy it’ll become once you’re into it.”

“That remains to be seen, Quentin.” Dorothy curtly responded. 

Lincoln’s face remained impassive, but inside he was cheering. You really had to admire Dorothy’s spunk; she might have some serious trepidation about what was going to take place on this bed, but she wasn’t about to be intimidated by Quent. Nor, was she going to allow him to sweet-talk her into something she wasn’t ready for.

He sat on the bed and took her hand. “I handpicked these guys myself, and like I told you, if they sense they’re putting you up against something you can’t handle, they’ll back off.” He looked up; the four Othellos were coming onto the set. “The big ugly guy is Bubba Bear. I know, he looks kindda scary, but he’s really a harmless teddy bear. You’ll have no trouble from Bubba. The skinny dude is…”

“I already know him…” Dorothy said. “Sortta. That’s Randy, the guy who dove in and pulled Star off the bottom of the pool.”

“Yeah. He could have been an Olympic diver, if he hadn’t cracked his skull on the board a couple of years ago. Left him permanently a little dizzy, but he’s cool. The other two are Zeke and the older guy is Papa Doc. They’re both okay, too. Doc’s got the biggest dick of the four, but he’s been in the game long enough to know how to use it without hurting you. Just go with him and you’ll be fine.”

The four Othello’s were now standing beside the bed, clad in short, partially open robes. They greeted her in turn. “Hi, Dorothy.” “Good to be working with you, Dorothy.” “Morning, Dorothy.” “Don’t sweat it, Dorothy. We just gonna have some fun with this, is all.”

Dorothy appraised her four costars. Bubba Bear was just that; a bear of a man, a burly black bear with an ingratiating grin. Randy had a diver’s body, compact, yet still lithe; his would be the strength of coiled black steel. Zeke was tall and solid black muscle, head to toes. She idly wondered how Papa Doc came by his name; the hard-bodied, serious-face man with the pre-ignited-charcoal complexion couldn’t be more than in his mid thirties. “Good looking guys, all… solid physiques… polite…” She commented appreciatively, then leaned over and whispered to Linc, “Except for Randy. I find him… compellingly cute.”

Lincoln laughed. “Being thought of that way wouldn’t hurt his feelings one little bit, Dot.” He got off the bed. “You sure you don’t want to think this over some more?”

Dorothy looked to her costars. “You guys need to think this over some more?”

Three of them grinned and answered, “Nope” in unison. Papa doc’s response was succinct, but reassuringly intended. “I don’t think. I react to pretty costars.”

With a deep breath, Dorothy undid the sash of her robe. “Then, let’s get this necessary screen test rolling.”

“Places, everyone!” Quentin hollered as he walked off the set. “It’s show time.”

Lincoln gave Dorothy a thumbs-up and backed away to the spot that he had promised her he would remain rooted until her screen test was over. The lights came up, bright enough to illuminate the bed without casting any shadows, the side lighting aimed in such a way not to blind the actors. Even still, anything outside the ring of intense light was seen as murky shadows… including Dorothy’s shining knight, Lincoln Log.

“Action!”

Dorothy shrugged off her robe and smiled nervously at her costars. “Well guys, let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

 Okay, I’m in somewhat of a quandary at this point. Do I type “To be continued…” and leave you hanging right here? It’s real tempting, believe me. All right, already. Stop the banshee screeching. I’ll continue. 

The four Othellos shed their robes as they circled the bed. Only one of their black dicks was hanging completely limp, but, even flaccid, all four were more than mildly impressive. It was clear to Dorothy that part of her screen test would be to show the rolling cameras how, and how quickly she got all four of them up and ready to use her white body. 

“It’s improvisational theater,” she told herself and crawled toward Randy, whose dick was already semi-erect. His would be the easiest to bring to slut-abusing hardness. She took his cute black dick in her small white hand and began improvising. She rubbed the thick tube of black man-flesh against her face. She lifted it and nuzzled his shaved black balls. She slapped her cheek with it, then the other cheek. The next time she slapped her own white cheek with the black dick, she swiveled her face and captured the plump purple head in her open mouth.

With the distinctive taste of black dick in her mouth, the same unrealized switch that had so surprisingly been thrown inside Dorothy at her audition was thrown once again; improvisation went right out the window and her true nature rushed to the surface. She became the person she had never known existed; someone she would forever more recognize in the mirror… a black dick junkie. 

Like a demon-possessed white girl, Dorothy went down on half of the stiffening black dick and drooled down what remained outside of her dick-hungry mouth. She worked the flat of her tongue up and back and side-to-side on the sensitive underside of the wondrous black dick like she had only done once before… with Quentin. She cupped the black balls beneath her chin in both hands and massaged them as the bibulous head approached the limits of her mouth. She let her mind go, felt her body give in to the sexual pleasure that awaited her and allowed the hardening black dick to continue growing… past her relaxed gag reflex and into her accepting white slut throat.

She was only vaguely aware that she wasn’t acting; that she was reacting to a hard black dick in her mouth like a trashy-nasty white slut. She was no longer innocent and demure, Midwestern country-white Dorothy; she was now Dot, a blackdick-grazed slut, giving her all for cameras she was no longer aware rolling, capturing her first white slut/blackdick gangbang for all posterity. Not that she really gave a shit if they were still running or not. She could get used to this. No, she was already real used to it, and wanted more; a lot more; more and more of this hard black dick she was so sluttishly fucking with her salivating black-dick-sucking mouth.

But, there were three more compelling black dicks she needed to get up and ready to use her, so they could at least temporarily satiate her escalating blackdick lust. She reached out blindly to both sides. Two of the guys moved so that her searching hands closed around their dicks. The magical black dicks began growing in her hands and she fisted both of them as she greedily deepthroated all of Randy’s hard black dick… loving (as she never would have guessed she might) the pungent taste of black dick in her mouth, enjoying (as she never EVER would have thought she could) the slutty feel of a hard black dick fucking her throat.

But, Randy was as up and ready as he was going to get. She reluctantly pulled her mouth off Randy’s dick and immediately went down on the one in her left hand. She sucked and fisted this second black dick to full hardness, then pulled off and went down on the black dick in her right hand, realizing as she did so that Quentin had been absolutely right; she didn’t need to know her costar’s names; all she had to do was get their black dicks hard enough to give her the pleasure her body was now screaming for. And Quentin didn’t have to worry about her performance being believable; she was now fully aware that being a white slut for black dick came naturally to her. On screen, as well as off the set, she now knew… for dead certain.

With three black dicks up and ready to have a go at her, Dorothy rolled away from them and came face to one-eyed head with the forth one. She didn’t need to look up; this forth black dick was bigger, as it was, than the three behind her were fully hard. This impressive, no-longer-quite-as-flaccid black dick couldn’t belong to anyone but Papa Doc.

She took his dick in both hands and French kissed the spongy head, laving it all around with the flat of her tongue. She held his thickening dick above her head and kneaded the heavily veined shaft with her fingers as she nuzzled and licked Doc’s equally impressive black balls. She swiveled her head so she could take his huge black balls into her mouth—one at a time, to be sure, because they were both bloated with promising loads of cum. She sluttishly lolled each cum-bloated black ball around in her warm, wet mouth with her pink tongue, savoring the exquisite taste of black man-flesh on her tongue, deeply inhaling the heady muskiness of black male through her flared nostrils. 

The powerful black dick Dorothy was double fisting was growing so nicely hard and long in her white hands. But, there was a much quicker, far more mouth-pleasing way of getting Papa Doc’s black dick fully hard; up and ready to use her yearning white body. She ran her open mouth sideways up the turgid length of Papa Doc’s beautiful black dick… up, and over the top. She teased at the weeping peehole with the tip of her tongue, getting a good taste of his syrupy precum. She wanted more… a lot more, and not just of precum, but of the hot cum boiling up in Papa’s balls. She closed her mouth over the plumb-sized head and preceded to give her captivating black costar the best blowjob she could possibly improvise, sucking and slurping noisily, hoping the mikes suspended above the bed were clearly capturing the sloppy wet sounds of enthusiastic blackdick sucking.

She could only get a little over half of Papa Doc’s black dick in her mouth and down her throat, but with her forefinger and thumb tight against her lips, she fisted what she couldn’t take while she rolled and fondled and pulled at his balls with her free hand. Hands—six of them—were on her body, lifting her up off her tummy. Without relinquishing her desperate oral hold on Papa’s dick, she spread her knees wide apart all on her own. The firm head of a dick was pressed against the wet opening between her puffy pussy lips. Impatient for whoever was kneeling behind her (Bubba Bear; he was the only one of the four with enough bulk to make the too firm mattress sink under her knees) to give it to her, she lunged back and captured half—maybe more—of that hard black dick in her sloppy pussy. She groaned as Bubba pushed more of his big black dick deeper into her cunt, moaned around the even fatter black dick in her mouth when the firm head of black dick behind her hit bottom.

Bodies moved in on either side of Dorothy… hard black dicks began slapping her dangling white tits. She could feel her rouged nipples getting glazed with slick and slippery precum. She was being double blackdicked—front and back, two of her other costars were slapping her aching tits with their hard black dicks. And she was on the verge of cumming from all of this. Was this—all of it—enough for her screen test? Would this be enough for her to become a Desdemona? Maybe it would due for a screen test, but it definitely wasn’t enough to satisfy her own needs. 

Dorothy worked her white ass harder, flexing her cunt muscles around the black dick fucking her cunt so magnificently. She sucked on the thicker black dick in her mouth with more determination, managing to take the head of Papa’s yummy black dick another inch deeper in her throat. She swung her white body to and fro, slapping her hard-nippled tits back at the two hard black dicks. She was, for all intense and purposes, a wanton white slut in need of hard black dick… desperately in need of the loads of hot cum with which they would soon reward her improvisational efforts on their behalves.

The black man doggie-fucking Dorothy stiffened and plunged his entire black dick into her sopping cunt. She felt his bloated black balls slap against her unhooded clit, faintly heard a growl come from deep inside the man. A hard blast of hot cum slammed against the opening to her womb. And with that, Dorothy came herself. 

The man pulled his throbbing dick from her spasming cunt; leaving her agonizingly empty. A splat of hot cum hit right between her shoulder blades. A second one landed half way down her back. A third splattered in the small of her back. A fourth and a filth jet of cum hit each of her buttocks. The guy parted her asscheeks and drew the length of his hot, slippery dick down the crack of her ass, teasingly poked the head against her asshole before plunging his entire dick back into her cunt. 

And Dorothy came for the second time in less than thirty seconds.

Papa Doc didn’t need to grab Dorothy’s head; the swelling of his dickhead, lodged deep in her throat, was indication enough that he was about to let go. With another inch of his dick forced into her throat, Papa shot a stream of cum straight into her belly. He quickly pulled back and two more massive eruptions of jizz filled her mouth. Papa Doc pulled free of Dorothy’s voraciously sucking mouth and blew four more jets of jism into her face; the first slimy rope of cum hitting her forehead and up into her hair; the second landing across the bridge of her nose, the third striking her right cheek and the forth dollop of steaming semen plopping squarely into her wide open mouth.

The guy behind Dorothy pulled his softening dick out of her, leaving her cunt sorely empty once again. Papa Doc abruptly stepped away. Cum was running down Dorothy’s face and she was about to swipe at it with her tongue when one the two costars who had been dick fighting with her tits slid into place; his hard black dick right in her face. A second black dick was already filling her gratefully relived cunt from behind and with a lunge from her forth costar, another black dick was sliding into her cum-filled mouth and down her receptive and superbly fucked white slut throat. 

It didn’t take long, not long at all; entirely too short a period of time as far as Dorothy was concerned, even though she climaxed once again during her second double blackdicking. The guy hammering his black dick into her from behind pumped two jets of cum into her cunt before pulling out, spreading her asscheeks and bathing her asshole with the rest of his hot load. Reflexively, her asshole puckered with each warm splat of cum he shot against it. The guy expertly fucking her mouth and throat with his hard black dick was only a spurt or two behind her equally expert cunt-fucker. He gave her a mouthful of his cum, then pulled his spurting dick from her mouth and further splattered her already cum-streaked face with the remainder of his load. 

Dorothy’s well-fucked cunt convulsed for the fifth… Or was it the sixth time? She had lost count. Since her third orgasm had all but overlapped her second climax, she settled on five being the number of cums she’d enjoyed so much… more than she had ever enjoyed cumming in her young life, and she didn’t want it to end.

Dorothy’s screen test wasn’t over, though… not quite yet. Thank God! Strong hands flipped her over onto her back. She looked down the length of her cum-splotched body. Papa Doc was kneeling between her spread legs, his still hard black dick in his fist, pointed right at her exposed and vulnerable pussy. She eagerly lifted her legs high and back and hissed, “Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesussssssss!” through clenched teeth as Papa’s bigger black dick quickly filled her better then the first two had, combined.

Papa Doc draped Dorothy’s legs over his shoulders and grinned. Dorothy grinned right back and shoved her already blackdick ravaged pussy up at him. “Yeah, baby,” she cried out in an exaggerate stage whisper. “Give me all of it, Papa. Pound that big black dick of yours in me real good… hard and fast. Make me your nasty white slut, Papa Doc.”




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Another of her costars was kneeling astride her head. She didn’t care which one, only that his black balls were dangling in her face, near enough for her to give them a slutty tongue bath without lifting her head. She playfully licked and lapped at the hairless black nuts, then craned her head back, conveniently arching her neck for her hard-dicked costar. Her porn star drug his spit-bathed balls back across her face until the fat head of his black dick dropped into her open mouth. With the straight-line angle her canted head provided, he easily slid his entire black dick into her mouth and down her throat until she was once again happily nuzzling a big pair of cum-laden black balls.

With all of Papa Doc’s great black dick imbedded in Dorothy’s cunt and the heady scent of the other porn star’s black balls flaring her nostrils, the two of them set up an alternating rhythm, one black dick fucking all the way into her from one direction while the other hard black dick was almost being pulled out of her from the other direction. Dorothy came three times in rapid succession.

Papa Doc eventually pumped two spurts of scalding cum into Dorothy’s contracting and expanding cunt before pulling out and jacking the rest of his second load onto her heaving tummy. The guy fucking her mouth gave her a nice taste of his cum then pulled out and spurted the rest of it on her hard-nippled tits. 

Two down… for the second time; two more to go. Dorothy motioned to the other two guys—Randy and Zeke, she thought. Her reeling mind was sort of hazy when it came to meaningless details. She took both of their hard black dicks in her hands and slapped her cum-slippery tits with them, furiously jacking both of them off at the same time. “Cum!” she yelled. “I need more cum… cum only from hard black dicks… lots and lots of it.” She pounded both thick black dicks even harder “Give me all of your hot Nigger cum… both of you,” she pleaded. “Damnit! Give it to me!”

The black dicks she was fisting grew even harder and began to throb. They were on the verge of giving her just what she had been begging for. She scooted down a little and aimed both dicks at her wide-open mouth. The black dick in her right fist erupted first, most of his juicy load making it into her mouth. Continuing to milk this dick with her fist, she turned to the one in her left hand, stuck out her tongue and placed the head of this dick on it, the dilated peehole aimed directly into her mouth. She wasn’t going miss getting every last dribble of this black dick’s hot cum in her mouth this time. 

And, she didn’t. Four milky ropes of cum shot unerringly right into her ecstatic whore’s mouth, but not a dribble of it slid down her throat because she had blocked it off with the back of tongue. This offering of blackdick cum she was going to savor for several delicious minuets before she allowed it to join what was already keeping her tummy warm. 

Dorothy also experienced the most intense orgasm of her life as she contentedly swirled the copious amount of slimy, highly addictive, cum around and around in her tightly closed mouth.

The two slippery black dicks slipped from her hands and Dorothy sensed she was all alone on the bed. Her body was shaking from an escalating series of gut-churning, toe-curling climaxes. She felt as if she had been ridden hard and put up wet, but this understandable weariness was accompanied by an unexpected, yet undeniable, sense of pride. She had successfully taken on four hard black dicks… more or less twice each. Cum—spewed from beautiful black dicks—was in her red hair and smeared on her white face. Her white body was splotched, splattered and streaked with blackdick cum. A large dollop of cum made her engorged left nipple look like it was frosted with pearl cream icing. Cum was leaking out of her cunt. Her blood-red pussy hair was matted with slivery cum. There was the unaccustomed—but not unwelcome—feel of cum clinging to the outside of her asshole. And that last “unconquered” orifice retaining its virginity, she knew, was only going to be a matter of time. 

Her mouth was still filled to capacity with delicious cum. There could be no doubt in anyone’s mind now; she had more than earned the right to consider herself a Desdemona cumslut… and least newbie Desdemona in need of further blackdick training, which she would gladly accept… and all of it she could get.

Buoyed by the knowledge that she had given a compelling, if not a thoroughly convincing performance, Dorothy lifted herself into an upright position, then spun around and sat on the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth to show the camera that she still had a nice load of pearly, milky cum in it. She was about to swallow all of it… slowly, when a movement off to the side caught her eye. Star Brite was standing just inside camera range, a haughty smirk on her trailer-trash face. “Not bad, little girl… for a fucking armature,” the established star scoffed. “But you and I both know you ain’t got what it takes to go the distance.”

Incensed—for a reason she could not have possibly explained right then, Dorothy got to her feet and walked right up to Star. Before the woman could react, she grabbed both of her cheeks, forced Star’s mouth open, and glued her own to the startled porn star’s cum-receptacle. She spat the whole mouthful of cum—which she had rightfully earned, all on her own—into Star Brite’s mouth. “Now get the fuck off of my set,” she ordered, ever so sweetly. Then, she shoved Star back out of HER light, whirled around and merrily skipped back to HER porn stage.

“Please tell me your camera caught all of that?” Quentin pleaded.

The cameraman standing beside him snickered. “In a real tight closeup.” 

Dorothy perched herself demurely on the bed, cocked her head and placed a finger under her cum-smeared chin, and smiled directly into the camera right in front of her. “Well,” she inquired coquettishly, “did my performance come off convincingly, or what?”


To be continued…

 Now that was down right mean of me; leaving you hanging on for dear life. Teasing bitch, ain’t I? But, look on the bright side: Chapter 4 has the potential of starting off as hot, if not hotter than this one was so wickedly closed. JL 



O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 04



Dorothy could actually hear her own labored breathing. Wasn't anyone going to say anything? Had the fact that she had been pretty much improvising from the get-go been that obvious? Had her exhausting performance been that transparent?

Then, the sound staged erupted in loud applause, hoots, yells and ear-piercing wolf whistles. Quentin was the first one to reach Dorothy. "Great! Fantastic! Stupendous!" His ear-to-ear grin was like the Cheshire cat's. "I don't care if you were acting or not, your performance was... It was un-FUCKING-believable!"

"Really? I was that convincing?"

"Dorothy, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... If I didn't know better, I would swear that this wasn't your first time being multiple blacksexed... let alone doing it on film."

"You only think you know better, Quentin," Dorothy said in all seriousness. "You really don't know me at all." Quentin was dead on right, but it served her better having him think that he was maybe only partially right about her.

Lincoln appeared in the circle of bright light, her robe and a towel in his hands. "Come on, Dot, let's get you cleaned up."

Star Brite was suddenly standing between Quentin and Lincoln. "And I say she isn't done yet." Star's eyes were spitting pure fire. There was a silver smear of cum at the corner of her mouth. "You did okay with four nice guys, whore. How well you'll hold up under a serious triple team is another matter." Star thrust her pelvis in Dorothy's face. "Especially with one of the three costars, doing you honestly hard this time, being another woman."

If she looked in Lincoln's direction, Dorothy was sure he would leap to her defense. Her black knight in shining armor. But, save her once—from something so insignificant—and he would have to come to her rescue from now on. No, all she had to do was put up an unflustered front, call this bitch's bluff, raise the stakes high enough that Star Brite wouldn't want to play, and this would be all over. 

"Let's do it," she challenged. She pushed Star away from her and did a backward summersault, coming up on her knees in the middle of the bed. "Get your uppity ass out of those cheap-tramp clothes and bring on your big bad boys. Right here! Right FUCKING now! Whore!"

Quentin's polished mahogany face went ashen gray. "That's enough, you two. I will not..."

"Stay out of this, Quent!" Dorothy and Star snapped at the same time.

There was a deathly silence on the set as the established star and the newbie faced each other down. A pair of tired blue eyes lurking in the shadows—long-jaded eyes, that had seen it all, in someone who had done it all, with a soul they considered beyond any sort of redemption—could see what neither of the young women on the set could; that they were probably a lot more alike than there were any significant differences between the two of them. All it would take would be for one of them—either of them—to laugh at cutting Quentin off at the knees simultaneously and this explosive situation would be defused. There would still be an intense rivalry between them, but there was a more than even chance that this stupid, senseless feud would be relegated to little more than a footnote in one of their future memoirs on life in the porn game.

But, given human nature, egotistical arrogance got in the way of a potential—if adversarial—friendship. "You're on!" Star spat and small white buttons flew every which way as she ripped open her blouse. The intense lights glinting off the gold rings through her engorged pink nipples and the gold chain suspended between them threw illusionary sparks of red and emerald green fire. "Teak, Steele, on the set. Now!"

Lincoln winced as Teak and Steele moved in to flank Star; their long black dicks already hard and leaking precum. Star had to have sicked fluffers on both of them the instant she had been rudely shoved out of Dorothy's light. Teak Woods and Steele Bleu were two of O/D's premier studs, but they both also shared Star Brite's bed on almost a nightly basis. It was why he hadn't picked either of them for Dorothy's screen test; they were Star's champions and he couldn't guarantee anything from either of them. Dorothy was not going to have an easy time of it. But...

With resolutely squared shoulders, Lincoln moved back to his previous watcher position. Dorothy could look his way all she wanted, she could even call out his name and he wouldn't move from this spot. Had Star instigated this, he would have grabbed Dorothy and taken her to a hot shower. But, Dorothy had been the one to throw down the gauntlet; she would sink or swim without assistance from anyone. The same savage, ruthless law applied in the porn world that existed in the jungle; you were either an eater, or the one who got eaten... alive.

Dorothy saw Linc back away and knew in her gut that she would find no help in him. Even Quentin had moved back. Everyone outside the ring of light would be watching her... and waiting. She was all on her own... and she had done it to herself... all by herself. She couldn't even hold Star partially responsible for the make or break predicament she was now in; the established star was simply reacting to a perceived threat to her position.

Perceived, hell! That stupid high school stunt of spitting cum in Star Brite's mouth had precipitated this and now the newbie was going to have to put up, or get the hell out. Star had gotten rid of her micro-mini skirt—not that it had covered that much of her, anyway. She was standing with her hands on her hips, her stance challengingly defiant.

Dorothy tried not to stare at Star's shaved pussy, instead she tried to fixate on the woman's jade belly button stud, but it wasn't enough to keep her eyes from straying to the two hard black dicks that were aimed right at her. The glistening ebony weapons those two chiseled black statues, Teak and Steele, were both packing were ominous... in the extreme. At least 9 inches, maybe 10 (possibly even 11 inches) apiece... both of them not quite, but almost wrist thick... both prominently veined, with angry purple heads nearly the size of her fist.

Black Bludgeons! It was the only appropriate term that came into Dorothy's mind. And, if the scowls on both of their shiny black faces were any indication of what was to come, neither Teak nor Steele were about to show the least amount of mercy using them on her.

It would never happen—not in a million years—but, inside her head, Dorothy could hear her mother's voice admonish, 1)

Dorothy swallowed hard and faced the trio of threatening tigers with as much bravery as she could summon. "Well, you three just gonna stand there and think about it?"

2)

Star Brite and her big blackdicked entourage weren't into thinking; they were into attacking... in force. Star snapped her fingers; Teak and Steele leapt past her and onto the bed. Steele grabbed Dorothy, rolled over, lifted her in the air, and unceremoniously slammed her down onto his erect black dick.

Dorothy literally bit her tongue to keep from shrieking as she was brutally impaled on all ten inches of this steel-hard black dick. God! It hurt...like the inside of her cunt was being torn asunder, but she'd be damned if she would give either of her new "costars"—and especially that leering bitch, Star Brite—the satisfaction of hearing her scream in pain.

However, Dorothy's pain had only just begun... as she quickly, and just as unceremoniously found out when the fat head of Teak's black dick was jammed into her asshole. She could taste the iron tang of blood in her mouth as Teak forced more and more of his ungodly black dick into her virgin asshole. She needed something to distract her mind from the horrendous—approaching unbearable—pain in her ravaged rectum; something... anything that might prevent her from crying, "ENOUGH!"

Star had crawled onto the bed and was now kneeling before her; the bitch's knees were spread wide apart. Through tear-filled eyes, Dorothy could see the woman's bald pussy right in front of her face, so close she could smell the humid muskiness; the puffy pussy lips gaping open; her fiery slit glistening with expectant juices, her sluttishly exposed pubic area giving off a moist heat she could feel against her face. Star's clit was already unhooded; its polished onyx clit ring seeming somehow more threatening than the two black bludgeons that had now invaded her so brutally... and so deeply.

3) the voice inside Dorothy's head told her. The turmoil this set off inside her head was enough to temporarily take her mind away from the double pain in her cunt and asshole. But, would doing something she had only fantasized about doing... maybe someday, but had never imagined herself actually doing—go down on another woman—be distraction enough to carry her the distance; to enable her to withstand what Teak and Steele were relentlessly throwing her up against until they both finally shot their wads?

The bigger question was; could Dorothy even bring herself to do it—actually eat pussy?

"Do it, Dot!"

Had that been Linc's, or someone else's offstage encouragement, or still the nagging voice inside her head? Dorothy didn't care; it made sense. It was, after all, the only "distraction" that was close at hand. With a desperate lurch forward, she shoved both of her hands between Star's widespread knees, grabbed the woman's ass, and yanked back just as hard as she could.

The suddenness—along with the surprising strength of the girl—caught Star completely off guard and she was (very unceremoniously) topped over onto her back. Then, the newbie's face was mashed into her pussy; the little tramp's tongue stabbing at her engorged clit; sucking on it with her lips; scraping it with her small white teeth, taking the clit ring between her teeth and tugging on it—rather painfully. Two of the untested whore's slender fingers slammed into her cunt and she found herself actually squirming under this amateurish oral assault on her pussy and crude plunging of her cunt... a pussy, cunt, and now a worrisomely tingling clit, that belonged to a veteran blackdick porn star.

Dorothy was improvising the ever lovin' hell out of what she was doing to Star Brite, but only because she didn't have the vaguest idea of what she should be doing, or how to go about doing it correctly. She was simply eating Star's ("Surprisingly, not unpleasant tasting.") pussy the same way she would want her own juicy pussy eaten... with gusto, and readily apparent enthusiasm.

Did Quentin have his cameras rolling on this; capturing every slutty moment of his new mega-superstar losing her anal virginity, as well as giving her very first on-screen lezzie carpet munching performance for all posterity? Dorothy hoped like hell the cameras were rolling, and that the overhead mics were catching every single wet sound of what was going on, too. She wanted her very own copy of this; her doubled-up screen tests.

There was one thing about all of this, though, that Dorothy couldn't fathom... not for the life of her. The two ominous black dicks now fucking her in opposing rhythms, which she had been so apprehensive of moments earlier, but was now becoming far more accustomed to them being inside her; the exquisite feel of them sliding back and forth against each other through the thin membrane that separated them from each other... Mind blowing as this double blackdick penetration was quickly becoming, it was also proving to be somewhat of a distraction to her improvisational eating of Star Brite.

She had made the outrageous decision to eat out Star Brite in an attempt to distract her mind from a double blackdicking; now the two hard black dicks fucking her were distractions to her first cunt lapping. Puzzling, to say the least.

What if she let go and really got into this big, hard, blackdick double penetration gig? Would that... Could it possibly intensify the physical and mental stimulation she was beginning to derive from both of these first times for her? Maybe... perhaps... It was certainly worth a try.

Dorothy rocked back on both black dicks. There was still some pain, especially in her impossibly stretched asshole, but not nearly as much as there had been when Teak and Steele had initially slammed their hard black dicks into both of her white slut holes. The unbearable pain was gone now and, as her cunt and her no-longer-virgin asshole both relaxed to more comfortably accommodate these magnificent Black Bludgeons, if she could assist in getting both Teak and Steele off quicker, leaving her mind free to concentrate more seriously on bringing Star Brite to an explosive climax...

"Go for it," Dorothy laughed into Star's sloppy pussy and began pounding her ass back at and her pussy down onto both black dicks; giving back just as hard and just as enthusiastically as they were giving it to her. At the same time, she improvised even more at eating pussy; adding a third finger to the two she was already finger-fucking Star with, curling them inward and drawing them with increasing firmness against the spongy lump located in the anterior of the woman's cunt (her G spot) while she slurped Star's succulent pussy and sucked even harder on her blood-engorged clit.

And suddenly, as she further experimented with this intriguing new experience of cunt-lapping, with Star now moaning loudly and beginning to thrash about under her improving oral skills, Dorothy was wondering which of the three she would assist in getting off first; Steele, Teak, or maybe it would be Star Brite herself? And, wouldn't that be something for her resume: After successfully taking on four black dicks—twice apiece, not only enduring, but using her cunt and inexperienced asshole to get two even more impressive black dicks off, while at the same time the newbie, inexperienced porn star—her very first time carpet-munching—is filmed turning the tables on the established, veteran porn queen (who had mistakenly sicked these two fantastic black dicks on her in the first place) by making the arrogant bitch blow her fucking pussy-cookies like some rank amateur.

"What the fuck..." Dorothy clearly heard Teak gasp as she rammed her ass back at him; taking all ten inches of his great black cock into her now more accommodating asshole. Delighted, she giggled into Star's sloppy pussy. Then, she giggled some more at the anguished groan merely hunching her experienced cunt down hard onto the big black dick impaling her from below elicited from Steele.

Then, she couldn't giggle, let alone draw a breath; Dorothy was cumming that incredibly hard... not over and over, but in one long, sustained orgasm.

Teak reared back and slammed his dick into the uppity newbie's asshole, fully intending to cause this little bitch some serious hurt. But, he got the surprise of his life, instead. Dorothy's rectal muscles clamped down around his dick and reflexively began milking it... with more natural intensity then Star Brite's ever had. He couldn't take the pressure and instantly flooded this little wildcat's rectum with half a dozen hard jets of hot spunk.

Feeling Teak cum through the thin membrane that separated the other Othello's weapon from his own—accompanied by the nonstop spasming of this surprising newbie's convulsing cunt on his throbbing dick, Steele lunged up; burying his entire dick into Dorothy and shot five explosive wads of jizz into her amazing cunt.

In the throws of the most all-consuming orgasm she could imagine a woman ever having—let alone enduring—Dorothy still felt both Teak and Steele cum. Goddamn! Did all black men cum so fucking powerfully? She was damned sure going to find out, especially with the aggravating son-of-a-bitch who had been putting her off... for too FUCKING long!

But, finally getting the lowdown on her evasive ebony knight in shining armor, the infamous Lincoln Log, was going to have to wait a bit. Dorothy had another venue to conquer first; the writhing "veteran" porn star she presently had by the no-hairs. Star Brite. With both severely swollen dicks beginning to soften inside her, she rammed her three fingers harder and faster in and out of Star's copiously running cunt; sucked more voraciously on her twitching clit. She brutally jammed two stiff fingers of her other hand into the unprepared bitch's spit-slippery asshole and anally finger-fucked her as ruthlessly as she could improvise.

"GODDAMN!" Star Brite screamed, thrashing about uncontrollably. "OH, FUCK! OH, SHIT! GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT!" She hunched her hips up; fucking this unbelievable girl's face with her sloppy wet pussy, frantically fucking her cunt and asshole on the fingers this no-talent newbie was fucking into both holes... without any mercy whatsoever. "I'M GONNA... GONNA... CU..."

Star Brite's pussy literally exploded, spewing what Dorothy thought was urine in her face; gushing jets of a watery slime that erupted from the depths of the woman's expanding and collapsing cunt like a too-long pent-up volcano finally blowing its top. Despite the overwhelming urge to pull away—instantly—Dorothy kept her mouth working on Star's pussy; Star wouldn't have let up on her and she sure as hell wasn't about to cut the twisting, writhing, screeching porn star under her any slack. Not until the veteran bitch screamed, "ENOUGH!"

A full minute later, Star's cunt was still spurting its puzzling liquid. Dorothy's face was bathed in it; her hair was matted with the stuff like she had just stepped out of the shower. It was in her eyes, up her nose; even in her mouth. And here is where it became even more puzzling; it didn't smell like pee... not entirely. She was no aficionado of urine, but it didn't seem to taste a whole lot like pee, either. So, if it wasn't hot piss bubbling up out of Star Brite's cunt, then... Then this faintly salty, viscous spurting... It could only be one other thing; woman cum.

Dorothy had thought female ejaculation to be a myth, perpetrated by the porn industry to sell movies; wishful thinking by porn-addicted men; a bragged about physical/biological reaction to make other women intensely jealous. But Star Brite's watery orgasm was proof positive that women ejaculating when they came—just as hard as a man could, but with ten times the volume—was, in fact, the real deal. And Dorothy couldn't wait to find out if she was capable of exploding like a cum fountain herself.

Star Brite's body suddenly went limp. "Enough," She whimpered. "I... I can't cum anymore. Enough... enough."

Dorothy had really wanted to hear her tormentor scream her surrender, but a weak "I give up" whimper was even better; every one close enough to hear it would know that the queen had just had her porn pedestal seriously rocked... by a fucking newbie.

She pulled her face (even messier with the previous loads of cum now awash with Star's tangy spending) out of Star Brite's sloppy pussy. She scooted forward—causing the two deflated dicks to slip from her own sloppy holes with wet plops—and rolled off the bed. On unsteady legs, she walked around to the foot of the bed, leaned over and used Star Brite's platinum-bleached hair to swipe the cum out of her eyes, then turned and faced the murky shadows outside the bright lights with a beguiling smile.

"Well," Dorothy challenged her stunned audience, "anyone else think I can't cut the mustard around here?" Grammatically, it should have been "make muster", but she wasn't feeling very grammatical at the moment.

For a long, long moment they wasn't so much as the whisper of breathing outside the bight lights. Then, the sound stage went crazy with thunderous cheers; raucous hoots and hollers; riotous catcalls and high-pitched wolf whistles. And also boisterously appreciative applause for a damned convincing performance—if, indeed, it had been all performance... and not entirely the real thing.




O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 04



Of all people, Madge was the first one to rush into the light. "Were the hell did you come from?" Dorothy wondered aloud as the woman embraced her. Madge had made her up back at the house, but she hadn't seen her since leaving there... eons ago.

Dorothy," Madge gushed, standing back and holding Dorothy at arms length. "I saw the whole thing, start to finish, Randy to that fucking mind-blowing finale, and I still don't believe I witnessed what I just witnessed. Honey, you were...are un-FUCKING-believable!"

Dorothy didn't know whether to thank Madge first, or collapse against the woman in total exhaustion. She had only thought, after her first screen test, that she had been ridden hard and put up wet, now she knew what being rode hard really meant, because she completely done in and wringing wet—from the top of her head down to her toes—with a salty/slimy mixture of sweat, man cum... and woman cum, too. "Could I... could I get a cold soda?" she sputtered. "Please?"

Quentin came into the picture. "Fantastic!" he cried. "Simply the most convincing porn performance I've ever seen. I can't wait to see the rushes."

Bunny—the tired-eyed, dirty-blonde fluffer Madge had beaten out in the blackdick suck off the other night—held out a sweat-beaded soda can. "I was watching on the monitor and you had me jillin' like crazy before you ever got a dick in you, Dorothy." She popped the top on the can for O/D's rising new star. "And that second scene... I couldn't stop cumming the whole time." The girl proudly displayed the incontrovertible evidence of her words. "You did this to me, Dorothy." There was a dark wet splotch on the front of her faded, unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. "You, and that mega-hot performance."

Other crewmembers were crowding around Dorothy, heaping further praise and "well done" congratulations on her. The only one not to join in this mutual admiration gathering was Lincoln; he was still where he had been all along, the thoughts in his mind bouncing from disbelief to a professional's admiration for a convincing performance, but with ricochets off disillusionment that he doubted anyone else on the set would share with him.

The pretty, perky, spunky girl he was coming to have tender, protective feelings for was not the degenerate sexual animal he had just watch out-porn three of O/D Production's most hardcore porn stars. She couldn't be; Dot was a bubbly, upbeat, naively naughty little minx, whereas Dorothy had come off as a salivating, unpredictable, cum-crazed white chick with an uncontrollable lust for hard black dick... and, apparently, for sloppy wet pussy as well.

Dot had come on the set fresh as a daisy, an apprehensive newbie; Dorothy was now an accomplished, cum-drenched slut. The liberally applied green eye shadow around Dot's bright eyes and the too thick mascara on her long eyelashes—both dissolved by cum and Star's spending—had been reduced to grotesque green-brown streaks running down Dorothy's cheeks. The heavily applied slut lipstick that had been on Dot's pouty lips—which he had cared even less for than the slutty eye shadow and mascara—was all but gone; what little remained was a garish reddish-pink smear on Dorothy's chin.

Dorothy had cum in her hair, her face was bathed in cum, a long silvery strand of cum extended from her left nipple to her belly button, the insides of her thighs glistened with cum smears. If there was a hollow look in Dot's eyes, she could be taken for the disoriented, disassociated victim of a humiliating gang rape, but when Dorothy had rolled off the bed—after dispensing with Teak and Steele, then throwing the ever lovin' screws to Star Brite—her eyes had been hot blue embers of raw, naked lust.

And yet, beneath the trailer-trash cumslut Dorothy—if you really looked at her, looked deep enough—Dot's fresh, clean innocence could be seen peeking through from the porn whore she was presenting to her adoring fans. No, Dot and Dorothy were definitely not one and the same person and this was something Lincoln was just going to have to deal with; accept the fact that she could be sweet and kooky, slightly naughty Dot off the set, but when the lights came up and the cameras started rolling nasty, filthy, cum-crazed porn slut Dorothy exploded onto the scene. It was this, or—other than being just another white mouth, cunt, or asshole to stick his hard black dick into on screen—have nothing else to do with the enchanting, beguiling, whimsical little cumslut whore.

Lincoln suddenly realized that he was just about the only one not on the set, congratulating Dorothy. "What the fuck," he grumbled. If you were a true professional, you had to give kudos where and when kudos were due. Scooping up the towels and robe from the chair beside him, he waded into the midst of the Dorothy Admiration Clique.

All the adulation she was receiving was great, really something, but... Dorothy looked down at the bed she had recently sucked off and been fucked to unbelievable climaxes by black dicks, and also eaten pussy on... for the first time. Star Brite did not look exactly overjoyed at needing Teak and Steele's assistance in sitting up. "I might have taught the tiger a lesson in civility," she mused to no one in particular. "But I've got a really bad feeling I'm going to pay for it... in spades."

"Wrong choice of words, Newbie."

Dorothy whipped around. Her protective ebony knight—the one person she wanted to hear congratulations from the most—was standing there, holding out a towel. "Thank you, Linc," she said, taking the offered towel. "What do you mean 'wrong choice'?"

"Spades, on an interracial sound stage, can carry a whole different connotation than the one you meant."

"I'll remember that," she replied, mopping some of gooey the cum from her face. "The next time I decide I have to do something this stupid."

"It would only have been stupid if you hadn't pulled it off, Dorothy." Lincoln draped the robe around her shoulders. "Come on, let's go find you a shower."

Dorothy smiled. "If anyone around here needs a shower, I do."

His arm around her shoulders and her leaning into his body were the major contributing factors in keeping Dorothy upright as Lincoln steered her backstage. There was one bright spot in this, though; the smile she had given him had been weak, but at least it had been Dot's smile... and not Dorothy's sexually demented leer.

*

"That little whore's going down!" Star vowed as Teak and Steele escorted her to their shared dressing room. Walking between them, it would appear that she was leading the way, but she actually had death grips on both of their muscular arms because her legs were even wobblier than Dorothy's. The stagehands and other watchers seeing she had needed help sitting up had been humiliating enough. "No one does me like that and gets away with it," she bristled. "No one!"

"You can count on my help," Steele assured her.

On the other side of Star Brite, Teak Woods grunted. But, was it a grunt of agreement... or could it have been a grudging acknowledgement of something all together different?

To be continued...



O/D Productions Proudly Presents...



Grabbing Madge by the hair, Dorothy yanked the woman’s mouth off Quentin’s dick and replaced it with her own. The spongy-firm feel of Quentin’s dick was pretty much the same as with any other dick, and to a lesser extent, so was the familiar taste, but it was the intangible of this being a black dick in her mouth that was instantaneously to Dorothy’s liking and she went down on Quentin’s rock-hard black dick until the swollen head was right at the opening to her throat. She gagged several times attempting to let it enter the tight constraints of her esophagus. On the forth try, she successfully managed to get it into her throat.

Quentin placed his hand gently on the back of his budding ingénue’s head. “Never had anything that big in your mouth before, have you, Dorothy?”

Dorothy shook her head. She didn’t want to let this great dick out of her mouth for the irrelevant reason of responding verbally.

“Well then, perhaps you should go about it slowly,” Quentin suggested. “You know, ease into the part, instead of trying to tackle it head on.”

Reluctantly, Dorothy pulled her mouth off Quentin’s dick. “If I’m going to stand any chance of landing this part, I’m going to have to do this, at least close to the way Madge can, right?” At Quentin’s affirmative nod, she continued to verbalize while she stroked his spit-slick dick. “Okay, and if you want me to become O/D’s newest superstar, I’m going to have to become very proficient at sucking off black dick, correct?” With another affirmative nod from Quentin, she licked up the underside of his dick and swirled her pink tongue round and round the plump black helmet. “Well then, you’re the director here…” She wormed the tip of her tongue into the expanding peehole. “So, how about directing Othello and Desdemona Production’s newest mega superstar in the proper way to suck off black dick.”

Quentin had been serviced by a couple of hundred white sluts, both on and off screen, but he had yet to come across a blackcock virgin who took to black dick quite so quickly. Even Madge—an insatiable blackcock slut if one had ever been born to it—had needed a little coaxing at first. Innocent-faced Dorothy, on the other hand, was proving to be a natural. And, if the way she had already mouthed his dick was any indication of what she was willing to do to become a mega interracial porn superstar, then he definitely wanted to have this delectable piece of sweet white meat’s name indelibly inked on the dotted line of an exclusive contract before she left here this afternoon.

Dorothy already had the head of his dick back in her mouth. “You do it more like this,” he instructed and pushed her head down, not hard enough to impale her fully onto his dick, but enough to get more than just the head past her instinctive gag reflex. He wasn’t ready for her to go all the way down on him just yet; certain matters had to be seen to before he would show his new porn star that she was entirely capable of gobbling down nine hard inches of throbbing black dick.

The girl was quickly becoming hooked on black dick; there was no doubt about this. It was time to capture this sweet moment for posterity. Quentin held Dorothy right where she was and nodded meaningfully at Madge. Only after Madge backed away, out of sight, did he let Dorothy slowly draw her sweet mouth back up his dick. “That’s better, Dorothy. Now, take just a tinny bit more of it this time. I want you to go about it nice and easy at first, five or ten minutes should be enough time to let yourself become accustomed to sucking a big black dick, I should think. And try to salivate more; it’ll make that yummy black dick all slippery-slick, easier for you to finally swallow all of it.”

Concentrating on getting the knack of black dick sucking down pat, Dorothy never even noticed Madge leaving. She also didn’t know what was coming over her. She had been nervous climbing the stairs, even a little frightened at actually going through with an audition for a porno and now here she was, sitting on a brightly lit bed, taking direction in how to properly suck off a black dick. And the most puzzling part of all this was, she was loving it… more than she could have ever imagined she would. And Quentin didn’t have to worry about her salivating more; wrapped securely around his yummy black dick, it was like a faucet had been turned on inside her mouth.

After slipping out to lock the front door, Madge came back into the audition stage and set about turning on the various cameras. She then turned on the TV. Six individual screens appeared and with a remote she carefully adjusted the focus on each one to crystal clarity. Satisfied, she nodded at Quent, then stood silently and watched unaware Dorothy’s audition to become an interracial porn star.

Aware that the cameras were now rolling, Quentin pushed his new porn princess down on a little more of his dick. “Much better, Dorothy,” he encouraged. “You’re picking this up amazingly fast. Another couple of inches and you will have swallowed the whole thing.”

This really was easier than Dorothy thought it would be; once you got past gagging on it, a willing throat actually had very little trouble accommodating a fair-sized dick. Especially a big, hard, yummy black dick like her director’s. Only another couple of measly inches and she would have successfully swallowed all of Quentin’s. 

The next time her director forced her head down, Dorothy lunged forward and captured what little remained. “Success!” echoed loudly inside her spinning mind. The only problem was, bent over the way she was, at an uncomfortable angle, she was beginning to get a crick in her neck.

Having been on the receiving end of maybe a thousand blowjobs, Quentin sensed Dorothy’s discomfort. Pulling the girl’s amazing mouth off his dick, he scrambled back into the center of the bed, lifted and spread his knees wide apart. “Here, try it this way, Dorothy. It’ll be more comfortable for me and I assure you, it’ll place a lot less strain on your neck.”

Kneeling between her accommodating director’s elevated knees, Dorothy could see where doing it this way would not only put a lot less strain on her neck, but it would allow her to align her mouth and throat more precisely for complete and unrestricted penetration of Quentin’s dick. Leaning down, she engulfed Quentin’s entire dick—all the way to her bottom lip touching his big balls—in one swallow.

As her mouth was steadily worked up and down on Quentin’s dick—a little faster each time, she idly wondered why this was coming to her so easily. The answer to that was just as easy; because deepthroating a hard dick just felt natural to her, and her director’s hands on the back her head, directing her how to properly go about doing it felt just as natural. Was she… Had she been born to do this; suck off a hard black dick? Did it matter all that much one way or the other? She was doing it and from the way Quentin was beginning to thrust his dick into her mouth and he continued to force her head down (now with virtually no resistance from her whatsoever) she was apparently doing it with appreciative success.

Standing alone, Madge had to admit that the girl had talent. Dorothy was now smoothly taking Quent’s entire dick down her throat and she was quickly picking up that special trick he so enjoyed; swabbing his balls with her tongue when she was all the way down on him. But sucking off a black dick didn’t qualify the little white nymphet for porn stardom just yet. How would the little redheaded slut react when Quent finally slammed that wonderful black dick of his into her pussy? Would she be able to take all of it there? How about when he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and took her doggie, where he could really lay the hard black pipe to her? And “Dear God!” could Quentin ever do that!

No, Madge would reserve her judgment of Dorothy’s porn potential until she had seen the girl on her back, with knees up around her ears, Quentin hammering that fantastic black dick of his into her ravaged cunt hard, fast and deep. If Dorothy took that kind of serious black dick pounding, the first time, without crying like a baby, maybe then she might have some star potential in her. 

But, what if Dorothy not only took that punishment, but then begged, pleaded, even wept for Quentin to keep giving it to her until she was too limp to move? Well, in that case, sweet, innocent, fresh-faced, redheaded nymphet Dorothy from Oz, Kansas would warrant mega superstardom in the interracial porn game… with a fucking bullet. 

Enviously, even jealously, long ago used up Madge would wait and see.

After nearly ten minutes of having her mouth used by her director’s black dick, sucking and slurping on it with more expertise with each passing moment, Dorothy was beginning to think Quentin would never cum. And there would come her next challenge. She had allowed guys to ejaculate in her mouth, but she had always spit it into a hankie. Could she… Would she reject this prissy-prim notion and actually swallow Quentin’s cum? 

“Getting’ damned hot under these lights, Dorothy,” Quentin casually remarked and lessened the pressure on the back of her head.

Yes, it was, Dorothy realized. She was sweating under her clothes both from exertion and the intense heat of the klieg lights. There was nothing she could do about the exertion required to suck her director off, but she could get rid of some of her confining clothes. When her head came back up, Quentin’s hands left it and she immediately sat up. She quickly stripped off her long sleeved turtleneck and tossed it aside, then impulsively did the same with her brassier. Freed up, her fingers clawing at the zipper on the back of her short skirt, she immediately swooped back down on her director’s yummy dick. Not wanting to let Quentin’s cock out of her mouth again, it took some contortionist twisting and squirming to peel her skirt, and her panties, off her ass, down her thighs and then kick them out of the fucking way. 

Now, except for her low-heeled black pumps, she was naked and it was a little cooler this way. More importantly, it felt right to be with Quentin this way. “Because it’s natural, silly” her mind informed her. A white girl being bare-ass naked with a powerfully built black guy, who possessed a big, hard, yummy black dick was only natural. She wouldn’t want it any other way between her and Quentin… at least as long as this audition lasted, anyway.

Quentin was more than satisfied with Dorothy’s progress. He had gotten the girl to go down on him with almost no coaxing; even easier, he had gotten her to strip herself naked. It was time to find out whether lil Miss Kansas would scream in pain and beg to be let go, or would this budding nympho weep with complete acceptance of black dick now being an integral, irreplaceable part of her life. 

Quentin pulled Dorothy’s vacuum-sucking mouth off his dick and pushed her onto her back. Instantly—before she had the chance to fully realize her now vulnerable position—he was between her splayed white thighs, the head of his black dick poised at the wet opening of her red haired pussy. Matted and smeared with her own secretions, the red pelt looked almost bloody. God, he hoped at least one of the cameras was capturing it. “Well, what’s it going to be, Dorothy,” he demanded harshly, “should I put it inside you, or do I let you jump up and run home?”

Dorothy was too far gone to even conceder protesting. Not that she was about to. She had gotten herself so worked up sucking on Quentin’s yummy dick that the absolute last thing she wanted him to do was to let her go. She reached down between them, took his dick in her hand and literally pulled the head into her pussy. “Does that satisfactorily answer my director’s silly question?”

Without another word, Quentin plunged his dick into his new starlet. Dorothy was so wet inside that it went all the way in, to the hilt, with his initial lunge.

Dorothy knew she was wet enough to take a normal sized dick this easily, but she was a little amazed that her pussy had accommodated Quentin’s more intimidating length and girth without any pain, only some mild discomfort that would pass. She smiled up at him. “Well, you’re in, and I’m still here.” She flexed her accommodating vaginal muscles around his big dick. “And very nicely inside me, at that.” OOooh, she could come to like this… a lot. “So, director, how’s about directing your new mega star in proper black dick fucking?”

Jesus, the girl was wet, but she was also tight; it was like having a slippery velvet fist wrapped around his dick. “Think you really need any direction from here on out, Dorothy?”

“Am I allowed some wiggle room for spontaneous improvisation?”

Quentin grinned. “All the wiggle room you want, mega star.”

“Well, if that’s the case…” Dorothy rammed her pussy up hard into Quentin’s pelvis and loudly yelped, “Let’s fuck!”

It got a little crazy from there on. Dorothy went wild beneath Quentin, thrashing about, slamming her pussy up at her director just as hard, if not harder then he was slamming his big black dick into her. It was all Quentin could do to hold back and not bust his nuts in this out-of-control nympho’s hot, wet, tight cunt. Dorothy’s eyes went wide and she came, but she didn’t back off from fucking Quentin just as good as he was fucking her. Startled, her eyes went even wider as she immediately came for a second time. Not multiple, but nearly simultaneous climaxes. Black dick fucking was simply… fantastic!

When Quentin yanked his dick out of Dorothy, he got an inkling of just how much of a natural porn slut she could one day become. He didn’t have to flip her over; Dorothy intuitively scrambled onto her hands and knees all on her own. “Get that fantastic black dick back inside me,” she demanded hotly. “See if you can make me cum like that a dozen more times, Baby.”

Quentin plunged his dick back into Dorothy’s soupy pussy. “Yesssssssssssssssssss,” she hissed and he plowed her yearning cunt with his magnificent black dick. Quentin grabbed a fist full of her red hair and pounded her even harder. “Yeah, that, too,” she groaned and bucked her ass back to meet his demanding thrusts head on. “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me straight into heaven with that great big black dick of yours.”

Quentin gave it to Dorothy as best he could; possibly fucking her better than he had ever fucked a white chic. Sweat was running down his body in streaming rivulets and yet he couldn’t match the girl’s awakened desire. She kept coming right back at him, demanding that he use her… really use her. “Do it to me, damnit! I bet vids of me being used like a nasty white slut for black dick, for little wimpy dinky dicks to jerk off to, will bring major big bucks into good ol’ O/D.”

Major big bucks? If this insatiable little white hellion could fuck and suck like this for ten years straight… Hell, eight, maybe even five years would be long enough. Othello and Desdemona Productions would own the interracial side of the porn industry.

“God, I wish you had two dicks,” Dorothy snorted as she bucked and hunched wildly under hard-plunging Quentin’s doggie assault. “Or that there was another actor in for my audition. I’d like to try sucking black dick while being fucked by one.”

“Sweet God in heaven!” Madge weakly acknowledged. The slut wanted to black dicks working on her. Quentin, Othello and Desdemona Productions had a true mega superstar porn queen. Not even she—once upon a time O/D’s center piece—had carried on like Dorothy was… and without any coaching whatsoever.

Quentin felt his balls suck up into his scrotum; he was getting real close. It was time to nut the livin’ hell out of this fine piece of white ass. He pulled out of Dorothy and flipped her onto her back, Dorothy’s legs were already coming up when he hooked them over his shoulders and drove his throbbing cock into her cunt. 

Dorothy could see it in Quentin’s eyes; he was finally ready to cum. She clutched her tits and tweaked her aching nipples hard. “Where’s this load going, director? In my pussy? Splattered on my tummy and tits? How about one big ol’ blast in the pussy, then out and the rest directly into my waiting mouth?”

Quentin blinked. Who the hell was directing whom here? Time for figuring that out came to a sudden and scrotum-tingling end. With a deep groan, he blew a hard jet of scalding cum deep into Dorothy’s spasming cunt. He pulled his dick out just in time to splatter her tummy and tits with the second, then scooted up and shot three more slimy ropes of cum at her face and into her wide-open mouth.

Despite being in the throws of the most impossible orgasm she had ever known, when Quentin’s cum stopped shooting and began to seep from the dilated peehole, Dorothy pulled his slippery, pussy-flavored dick into her mouth and sucked like she thought a good white slut should. For the first time, the salty, bittersweet taste of cum on her tongue was like an aphrodisiac. And, further spiced up with the flavor of pussy, it was even better… even if it was the familiar flavor of her own pussy.

“Holy Shit!” Quentin gasped as Dorothy expertly sucked his slimy dick clean. “Sweet fucking Christ! Jesus H. Fucking Christ!”

From the corner of her eye, Dorothy saw Madge holding out a towel for her. She took it but didn’t use it to wipe the cum off of her. She used it to dab away the sweat from Quentin’s upper body. The cum puddle on her tummy and the rivulets of it running down her tits she scooped up with her fingers and lewdly sucked it from one after the other, like they were tiny white dicks; a color of the male organ she had a real strong hunch she would never be bothered with again.

Quentin laid back and marveled at the instinctive way his new star improvised. Dorothy was a true natural, as natural a born cumslut as there ever was. With this girl, another half dozen or so white sluts backing her up, and his present stable of eighteen swingin’ black dicks, more than just some major big bucks were going to coming here; a whole lot of major big bucks were going to find their way into O/D Production’s sorely depleted coffers.

“Well,” Dorothy asked when she had licked and sucked her fingers clean of cum, “how did I do in my audition, Boss?”

“And how do you know this wasn’t a rehearsal for your upcoming audition?” Quentin growled back.

“I peeked and saw the red lights on a couple of the cameras winking at us,” Dorothy confessed. She looked up at the stunned receptionist. “I take it you were kind enough to turn them on, Madge. Thank you.”

“So, what just happened between us was only acting on your part?” Quentin accused.

“Not… entirely.” Dorothy smiled. “Okay, not mostly. How’s that?”

“And the gutter language you were using during it?” Which Dorothy was no longer employing; she was being nice and sweet and polite. 

“Only a little teensy bit of it, Boss. For effect.” Dorothy lowered her eyes demurely, then looked up coquettishly. “The rest was caused solely from what you were doing to me, Quentin. Gosh, if I had known black dick sucking and fucking was this unbelievably fantastic, I would have been jumping every black dick back in high school.”

Was Dorothy still acting, or was she for real? Quentin couldn’t tell and he didn’t care. He just knew he had a fucking gold mine in this girl and also that he had to get her sweet white ass off the fucking street before some other porn company heard about what she was capable of and snatched her up. “Have you got a car, Dorothy?”

“The insane way the cabbies drive in this town! You’ve got to be kidding? The buses and subway are dangerous enough, thank you.”

Quentin pulled his attention away from Dorothy. “Madge, bring my car around and take Dorothy straight home. Then, I want you to help her pack. She’s being relocated out to the compound, this afternoon.”




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“The compound?” Dorothy inquired. That sounded ominous.

“That’s just what I call it, Dorothy,” Quentin quickly recanted. “I have ten heavily wooded acres up near the Catskills, walled in all around with a high flagstone wall and a big wrought iron gate, with a gatehouse. It’s where I hide out all my new stars, till I’m ready to spring them on the competition. In fact, most of the cast and crew live there year round and, unless a specific location is required, the majority of my films are also made there because it’s secluded and protected.” He sat up Indian fashion. “There’s a big, eight bedroom house up there and also twelve private bungalows hidden in the trees. So, when you’re not rehearsing, or acting, you’ll have unrestricted use of a terraced swimming pool, the tennis courts, a small stable, there’s even a putting green. Why, there’s even a small convenience store on the grounds, half price on everything to cast and crew members. Oh, and the chef I have on staff is incredible. All the amenities, nothing you could want for. And, if you do have a want that’s not available at the compound, someone will go wherever it takes and fetch it for you. That’s the least O/D can do for its new superstar.”

Dorothy’s eyes narrowed. “One question; will I be free to leave, any time I want?”

“Of course, dear,” Quentin assured her. “I only make interracial porn movies. I do not run a hideout for the white slave racket.” 

That was pretty much the same thing Madge had said and Dorothy couldn’t help wondering if it was coming from the same script. She didn’t care. She wanted to be a star and come to find out, she really liked black dick. Contracting exclusively with Othello and Desdemona Productions could give her both at the same time. So… “Why not!”

Dorothy scooted off the bed and began retrieving her tossed aside clothing. “Is there someplace I could at least freshen up a bit, Quentin? I don’t want to arrive at the compound all messed up. “ She winked at him. “Not without proudly coming away from a cum splattering shoot, anyway.”

With his chin, Quentin indicated the barely visible part in the canvas he had come out of. “You’ll find a bath back there, Dorothy. Sorry, no tub, but there is a shower if you want to use it.”

With her clothes wadded up under her arm, Dorothy padded naked across the room. She stopped at the black canvas and looked over her shoulder. “Thanks, Quentin. You’re a peach. Really.”

When Dorothy had disappeared behind the canvas, Quentin swung his full attention on Madge. “You get her packed and haul her ass straight up there. No unscheduled side trips, anywhere, for anything, or any reason. You understand?”

”What if she needs to stop at a drug store for some feminine hygiene stuff? You know, like sanitary napkins or douche?”

“All of that is available up at the compound. Your job is to see to that she gets there. You are not, I repeat, you are not to let Dorothy out of your sight until she’s safely ensconced behind that locked gate.”

Madge hung her head. “I understand, Quentin.”

“If Dorothy’s not at the compound when I get there tomorrow, it would be real wise a move if I never saw your face again.” Quentin took his flaccid dick in his hand. “The way you’re so fucking hung up on one of these, I don’t think it takes a whole lot of imagination to figure out what your new job will be; sucking off filthy black winos in Harlem… for free.”  “I said I understood, Quentin,” Madge snapped, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off Quentin’s gorgeous black dick. “I… I guess I should go get the car.”

Quentin lewdly waggled his dick. “Don’t you want to suck me off before you leave, Madge? Dorothy will be in the shower for a good ten minutes.”

Madge wanted to…in the worst way. But, she forced herself not to move toward the bed. “For a change, I think I’ll just go do what I was told,” she said weakly. She turned away and under her breath muttered, “No matter how much I want to suck that beautiful black dick.” Dorothy hadn’t gotten the only load of cum Quentin had in his big black balls. Having been one of the top porn stars, he could cum on command… with almost no recharge time. Ten wondrous minutes of sucking his sweet black dick and she would have been rewarded with a glorious mouthful of hot cum.

Immensely happy, Quentin fell back on the bed. “Look out porn world, O/D’s got themselves a mega interracial superstar,” he sang out while slapping his dick against his taunt stomach. “And we’re comin’ after all of ya.”

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There was one other explanation for Dorothy picking up the fine art of properly sucking black dick so quickly, so easily, and so naturally, and also why she had gone absolutely berserk when Quentin had finally fucked the ever lovin’ shit out of her with that amazing black dick of his. But, she wouldn’t fully realize the whys behind this until she was on her way up to Othello and Desdemona Production’s private compound. In less than an hour she had become irretrievably addicted to black dick. Even if she hadn’t gotten the part, no other dick would ever satisfy her again, not brown or yellow, and certainly not a white one. Only a big, hard, scrumptious black dick, that not only seemed to take forever to go down, but could also explode such a copious amount of sweet semen for a willing white slut would do for Dorothy. 

Cum, straight from the erect fountain of a powerful black dick… jizz, spunk, jism, scum, a big juicy load, a slimy wad, a white slut’s Nigger milk, whatever the sleazy descriptive terminology was for yummy semen syrup in interracial porn, this would be fresh-faced and demure Dorothy from Oz, Kansas’ aperitif of choice from now on.

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 Hope you enjoyed this naughty diversion. Now, my question to you is: Do I continue with this new storyline, or go back to Diane’s blackcock confessional? JL