0 comments/ 5131 views/ 13 favorites New Year's Rockin' Eve By: brethard Brock Howard and Zoe Byrne finished their glasses of champagne and shared another kiss. It was 8:00pm on New Year's Eve, and the two laughed as they sat on the floor in front of her couch, empty Chinese-food boxes strewn next to both of them. "Think next year will be even better than this one?" Brock asked, his deep voice pleasing Zoe's ear. "I hope so," Zoe replied, the lilt of her Brisbane accent bringing pleasure to Brock's face, as well as his cock. "Man, I'm gonna catch so much shit when they hear you on my album," Brock replied, jokingly shaking his head. Brock's next release, "Raging Bull II," the sequel to his Grammy-nominated debut, was scheduled to hit stores on March 15, and the Brooklyn rapper knew that putting last year's winner of "Australia's Next Top Model" on his album would be controversial, even though Zoe was quite talented on the mic. "I know--I apologize in advance!" Zoe smiled. Brock loved looking at her sweet face and body: lightly tanned skin, long blonde hair down to her waist, sea-blue eyes, and the most beautiful dimples he had ever seen on a white girl. Zoe loved the way Brock looked as well; he reminded her of a younger Taye Diggs with his flawless brown skin, dark eyes, perfect smile and bald head. Despite his tough image, Zoe knew that Brock was a sweetheart--and that he was as crazy about her as she was about him. Brock put his arm around Zoe. "But you know I don't really care, right? You know I'd do anything for you." "I know," Zoe replied, kissing his cheek. "Zoe..." "Yeah?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Brock," Zoe smiled, "you know the answer." "Aw, man...c'mon, baby, tonight would be perfect! We could start the new year off right." "I know, but..." "OK. You know I don't want to pressure you." "I know." Brock and Zoe had yet to make love, and Zoe had always politely deferred whenever Brock raised the issue. She always had an excuse--it wasn't the right time, she didn't have enough energy, she wasn't in the mood--but in reality, she wanted to fuck him from the first time she met him. However, her mother, Jillian, had given her a friendly bit of advice the night before she moved to New York: "Make a man wait for you. Don't just give yourself to anybody. If he really wants you, he'll wait. Otherwise, he'll just take off because he wants a toy, and he'll find another one." Zoe had made a few men wait, and just as her mum predicted, they took off after a few weeks. Brock had been with her for several months, and Zoe knew he was serious about her. "Brock?" she whispered. "Yeah?" "Do you...do you fantasize about me?" "Every fucking night, baby, are you kidding me? You're the hottest woman in New York, and the hottest woman in Australia. I wanna make love to you so bad..." Zoe smiled. "Brock...I just need a little more time, is that OK?" Brock sighed. "Yes, it's OK." "All right." Zoe began playing with a strand of her long blonde hair, an act that she knew drove Brock wild. "Brock?" "Yeah?" Zoe smirked. "When you, uh, fantasize about me...do you...do you look at my stuff on the Internet?" "Hell fucking yeah, I can't lie. I can't tell you how many times I've jacked off to you." "Oh!" Zoe replied, her blue eyes bulging. "So you have tissues and everything?" "Yes, yes...I've done it 'til my hand is sore." "Goddamn!" "Yes...I...I want you so bad, baby..." Zoe glanced at Brock's jeans. His very large cock was threatening to rip right through his zipper. Zoe pressed a finger to her lips. "Brock..." "Yeah, baby." Zoe wanted to laugh: she couldn't believe she had brought this black man to the point of ultimate arousal. "Could I...could I see you...you know..." "You wanna see me jack off, baby?" Zoe nodded. "Look, you can touch my tits while you do it, if that will really get you off..." Zoe removed her pink sweatshirt and black Bonds bra, exposing her breasts to Brock. "Oh god," he murmured, his chocolate eyes bulging to Zoe's delight. "Here, let me help you." Zoe motioned for Brock to stand up, and she removed his blue hooded sweatshirt and T-shirt, exposing his muscular chest; she ran her hand down his six-pack, making him even more excited. She then loosened his belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his black boxers, revealing his erect, thick black cock. It took every ounce of willpower in Zoe's body not to immediately kneel down to kiss, lick and suck her boyfriend's lovely penis. Zoe placed Brock's right hand on her right breast; Brock's left hand wrapped around his cock, and he began to pump and groan furiously. Zoe found herself getting very excited as Brock masturbated to her; she noticed him staring intently at her pierced belly button as he played with himself, and imagined him splashing his cum onto her stomach. "Let me know when you're ready to cum, OK?" "Sure thing, honey," Brock gasped as he continued to pump away. Zoe was impressed by the passion Brock was exhibiting, and wished she had a chance to see him jerk off earlier. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs, and knew that it would soon be time. "I'm gonna cum, honey," Brock groaned. "Hold on..." Zoe grabbed Brock's left arm, pulling his hand away from his cock. She then knelt down and placed his big cock-head into her mouth, licking and sucking it while fondling his hairy balls. It wasn't long before she tasted his cum; Brock let out a mighty groan as he spurted his cream into his beautiful Australian girlfriend's mouth. Zoe flashed a semen-stained smile. "Brock?" "Yeah?" "I'm ready, honey." "Oh God," he replied. "I've wanted to hear that for so long!" Zoe grabbed Brock by his manhood and led him to her bed. Her pussy grew even wetter as she looked at the visual contrast of this large, muscular black man surrounded by her white bedsheets, kissing her tanned white body. Brock was quite the verbal lover, and as he kissed her neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, stomach and thighs, he kept saying how beautiful she was, how cute she was, how pretty she was, how lovely she was. At one point, she heard him mutter, "I love white girls!" and smiled at the thought of Brock living out all his fantasies with her. She knew she was living out her fantasies about sexy black guys with him, too. Zoe loved the sensation of Brock's tongue on her pussy; the only thing that pleased her even more was the feeling of Brock's cock inside of her. When Brock came, his body shook with the force of a minor earthquake; the feeling of Brock cumming inside of her was beyond anything she had ever imagined, and she hoped that if she became pregnant, her conservative and traditional mum Jillian wouldn't mind having a naturally tanned grandson or granddaughter. After all, the baby's father would be a man who wanted to be with Zoe more than anything in the world--a man who was willing to wait to have her. New Year's Rockin' Eve Pt. 02 Brock Howard and Zoe Byrne's relationship had become a constant tabloid fixture, and the pairing seemed to enhance each other's popularity. Contrary to Brock's fears, Zoe earned rave reviews for her guest appearance on "Raging Bull II," with numerous critics declaring that the blonde Australian model should launch a hip-hop career of her own. Zoe loved hip-hop as much as she loved modeling, but her real goal was to make it in Hollywood-and that goal was realized when she was approached to star in a remake of the classic teen romantic film "Save the Last Dance." There was no question as to who her co-star would be... Brock was nervous about appearing in his first movie, and spent thousands of dollars on acting lessons in preparation for the role; Zoe was also a bit worried, and worked extensively with a vocal coach to get the right American accent for her part. By the time filming commenced, Brock and Zoe were solid enough to deliver good performances as Derek Reynolds and Sara Johnson, the teen lovers from different backgrounds; the rapper and the model were both in their early-20s, but they looked young enough to pass as 17-year-olds. Emma Clancy, the Australian director of "The Food Fight" and "Sonny Clay," loved working with Brock and Zoe; their relationship reminded her of her own romance with the black comedian Tommy Wilkins. Brock and Zoe were naturally charismatic, photogenic and very, very horny; the couple constantly flirted with each other between takes, even after scenes featuring emotionally charged arguments. The very last scene filmed for the "Save the Last Dance" remake was the scene in which Derek and Sara make love for the very first time. Emma always thought that the love scene in the original film was too restrained, and was convinced that the remake had to have something hotter. "I have an idea," she told Brock and Zoe the day filming of the scene was going to take place. "I'm going to have the cinematographer just set up a few digital cameras in the room. Then he's going to step out, and we're going to have you two do the scene however you'd like. I just want it to be as intimate as possible. How does that sound?" Brock and Zoe looked at each other. Was Emma asking them to fuck for real? That afternoon, Brock and Zoe walked into the room where the scene was to be filled. Sure enough, there were six digital cameras placed in the room, all activated. Emma and the cinematographer were located in a nearby room, watching several monitors. "I guess we should call action ourselves?" Brock asked. "If you're ready," Emma said over an intercom. "Oh, OK!" Zoe replied, laughing. Brock and Zoe began filming the scene; after both actors recited their lines, Brock kissed Zoe, removing her jacket and top, while Zoe took off his jacket and shirt. As soon as they were fully nude, Brock placed Zoe on the bed and began kissing her extensively, his heart growing more lustful with each beat. Emma sighed lustily as she watched Brock and Zoe's passionate lovemaking; this would be one of the hottest scenes ever committed to film. Brock played with Zoe's pussy as she moaned, "Oh, Derek...Derek." "Sara, you're so beautiful," Brock whispered as he kissed Zoe's inner thighs. Soon, Brock mounted Zoe and began thrusting away with raw urgency, passion and intensity. The sight of Brock's muscular, naked black body on top of Zoe, her cute tanned feet waving wildly in the air, his shiny, gorgeous black ass thrusting up and down, made Emma wet. Zoe was now moaning incomprehensibly as Brock slammed his meaty black cock into her sweet Aussie pussy. "Oh, oh, fuck it, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, pleasure pulsing through her entire body. Just a few moments after she came, Brock groaned as he ejaculated onto Zoe's chest. She rubbed the semen all over her breasts as Brock leaned to the side in exhaustion. "And, cut!" a horny Emma yelled over the intercom. "Oh my God, great job! I don't know how much of that I'll be able to use, but I'll try to use as much as possible!" Brock and Zoe chuckled; they were too exhausted to laugh. They both knew that this remake would be far, far better than the original. As she watched Zoe rest her hand on Brock's chest, Emma couldn't help feeling intensely jealous of her fellow Aussie. She loved Tommy with all her heart, but when she saw Brock fuck Zoe, she thought of what it must be like to have this younger, sexier black man on top of her, inside of her, making her cum... New Year's Rockin' Eve Pt. 03 Monica Fiorentino couldn't help being jealous of Zoe Byrne. The gorgeous Gunnedah native considered Zoe both her friend and her rival; she got along well with Zoe, but also considered her slightly overrated in the looks department, and not really deserving of her high status in the modeling world. Monica was proud of her features: her long, shiny, dark brown hair, olive skin, smoky brown eyes, full lips, 36dd breasts, full, luscious arse, and long legs. Zoe's a nice girl who looks great, she thought, but at the end of the day, isn't she just another blonde, tanned Aussie chick? Monica couldn't believe that Zoe could land a guy as good-looking as Brock Howard. Zoe had told her of their intimate encounters, the size of his cock, the passion with which he fucked, and she could barely contain her frustration: what does Zoe have that I don't? What made things even worse was that with her schedule, Monica barely had time to date-and there were very few sexy black men in her social circle. Except for one... Bobby Washington was a handsome, quiet intern at Ultimo, the agency Monica and Zoe worked for. A native of East Massapequa, Bobby aspired to be a fashion designer, and he impressed the agency with his extensive knowledge of fashion. Most of the models, including Zoe, thought Bobby was gay, but Monica figured that he was probably bi. As she found bi men attractive, this wasn't a problem. Bobby had a rather distinct appearance; his dad was a light-skinned black man and his mom was half-white and half-Asian. His eyes were beautiful and brown, his frame was thin and muscular, and his complexion was honey-gold; Monica couldn't help staring at his skin whenever she saw him at the agency. He wasn't Brock, but he'd satisfy my needs, Monica reasoned. On the evening of January 26, Monica called Bobby, who was just about to leave work. "Hey." "What's up?" "Do you know what day it is?" "No." "You don't know, silly? It's my birthday!" "Oh. Happy birthday!" "Thank you," Monica cooed, in her distinctive Gunnedah accent. "It's also Australia Day, did you know that?" "Uh, no-never been there." "No worries," Monica laughed. "It's like Australia's Fourth of July." "Wow," Bobby replied. "Happy Australia Day." "Well, it's not gonna be that happy, 'cause I'm feeling kinda lonely. How about stopping by and sharing birthday dinner with me?" Bobby had never been to Monica's gorgeous Manhattan condo before, and he was overwhelmed by the art on her walls, the luxurious couch in her living room, the giant flat-screen TV on her wall. This woman lives well, Bobby thought. Monica brought out a tray with two plates of lemon chicken with fettuccine. "Made it myself," Monica smiled, "an old family recipe. Hope you enjoy." Monica quickly turned back to the kitchen, and Bobby's eyes, heart and cock delighted in the sight of her long brown hair whipping around, and her shapely arse almost bursting out of her pink dress. She returned with two glasses filled with champagne. "I don't know if you drink..." "Just social occasions." "Well, consider this one!" Monica and Bobby laughed as the intern raised his glass. "Happy Australia Day, Monica, and happy birthday as well." Monica raised her glass. "Thank you!" she replied, before they toasted and drank. Bobby loved Monica's lemon chicken with fettuccine, and recommended that she should open her own restaurant: "I'd go there every day to eat." "I'm sure you would," Monica replied with a wink. As they finished dinner, Monica wiped her lips with her napkin. "So, what would you like for dessert?" "Well, what do you have in mind?" Monica smirked. This is too easy, she thought. She reached for the straps of her pink dress and pulled them down, exposing her very large breasts to his eyes. Bobby groaned, his voice a mix of embarrassment and delight. "Oh my God. Monica..." "Do you like what you see?" "Yes...yes!" Monica stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. She wore no panties; Bobby almost fainted at the sight of the beautiful brown hair on her pussy. "Oh, fuck..." "Would you like to do that, Bobby?" Monica said, walking towards the intern. "I'd like to do that." Bobby stood up, ran towards Monica and embraced her; his entire body was shaking with arousal. He began to rip his clothing from his body, desperate to make himself fully nude before her. In mere seconds, he was completely naked, his clothes shredded on the floor, his giant black cock shiny and vibrating. "I...I..." "What's wrong?" "I...wanna make love to you." Monica smiled, and extended her arms. "Go right ahead." Bobby's energy was almost too much to bear; he was an energetic, enthusiastic lover filled with an erotic frenzy. It seemed as though he wanted to lick, kiss and suck every square inch of Monica's body; at times, his screams of passion were even louder than hers. Monica could barely contain his sexual fury...but she loved it. She loved kissing him, fondling his cock, stroking his muscular chest. As she licked his arsehole to his groans of delight, she thought about her lover's bisexuality, and the men whose lusty cocks had penetrated him; she smiled at the thought of a threesome in which she and Bobby would share a man's cock. When Bobby came on to Monica's chest, she gasped in delight as his man-cream coated her. His cum was everywhere: on her nipples, against her stomach, in her navel. Bobby kissed her on her cheek and and held her hand as he lay next to her. Monica sighed, but she really wanted to laugh. Eat your heart out, Zoe, she thought. There's no way in hell Brock Howard can fuck as good as this!