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In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 01

By: oneanddone



The alarm began its piercing scream at 5:30 a.m., the very moment Narsimha dreaded. He rolled over slightly and turned it off. Not a man to use the snooze button, he embraced the warmth of his bed and wondered why he had to get up so early. He reluctantly walked downstairs, beyond his posters of Che and Marley, to the kitchen. Any hopes to make cereal were dashed by an unusual smell in the fridge that wafted through his nose; the sink was full of an ill-fated cheese dip his neighbor Audrey had tried to make a couple nights ago.

A moan ripped through his stomach, and after looking at the limited options within his apartment, he decided on finding a place to eat where he was headed. Narsimha had just begun up the staircase when his pocket vibrated.

"Nars, seriously. Seven years working here, and just get down here, just wait until you-" The high voice shrieked in his ear.

"I'll be there, shit. Mason, it's early as hell, and you're already calling?" Nars smiled.

"Make-up is done at 7. Don't get here late! The boss needs this one."

Nars entered the studio through the back door and was still stopped by security. His Native American heritage, that of high cheekbones and black hair, was his distinguishing feature, and he was promptly let in. Nars, as he was soon nicknamed at the agency, had intimidating eyes and a physique that discouraged messing with him. Perhaps his looks were a detriment in some settings, he thought. He had had shoots with models who felt repulsed by him, resulting in a low energy level and mediocre shoot. But by many of their standards, he was an impressive looking man. 

He made his way into the studio, shook hands with a modeling representative and began organizing his equipment when a voice interrupted him. 

"Hahaaaa, you ready? This is your best model to date!" Mason yelled, his diminutive body moving excitedly. He withdrew a wrinkled paper from his small blazer and dropped it. Nars grabbed it and stared. 

"Mr. Newton managed to get her in...didn't you talk to her manager? But the photo call and itinerary are right here," he said, handing Nars a bulging manila envelope. Within it were details for the theme of the shoot, light measures from the previous day, and a profile on the model.

"Mr. Newton has got to be pulling strings," Nars said quietly. "She's one of the top models in the world, a few swimsuit issues to her name...and she comes here. Don't repeat what I just said, got it? Work quickly, quietly and don't mess with shit."

The door opened at that moment, marking the arrival of Dwayne "Night Train" Newton. The owner of the studio and GTM Magazine strolled in alone, his head covered with a stylish fedora. He himself looked like a 1930's photo piece. Newton's customary suit and tie led Nars to look down at his own comparably shabby appearance. 

A thirty-five year old black man, Newton had built his growing media empire on suspicious means. Of course, only his employees could realize that. The whole operation he ran was far from transparent, avoiding external investigation and keeping all problems in house. 

As a youth, he avoided the perils of gangs and the urban warfare that simmered in the neighborhood. Even so, his protectiveness of his two younger brothers strengthened to the point he dealt with any threats, on his own. Newton's temper became legendary.  

Upon the murder of his younger brother Deacon, the three murderers hid out on the other side of town and drank heavily. They had no fear of reciprocation. But by the time the "gas" explosion had subsided, their house had been destroyed, the three men had been killed, and dental records were needed for the coroner. 

Of course, the man standing before Nars showed nothing of the sort. Newton unleashed a wide, unsettling grin in their direction and offered his hand.

"Hey fellas. I assume you're ready to go and do this right. But more importantly, Mason quit your moving around, stand up straight! And Nars, we're on those terms, aye? Isabel María Muñoz ," he said fondly. 

He took Nars by the shoulder and walked him from the others. Nars shifted uncomfortably until Newton chuckled softly.

"Man, I'm not going to kill you. Relax now; we need the model to get good vibes from you, y'hear? But she's another animal, this girl. She's exactly what we need, a step up from the department store catalogs and shit to the big time. Now listen, you're probably wondering how we got her, but ask yourself this, would you want to make her our top model?" 

He smiled, already knowing the answer.

"You'll do fine. But make it happen on your own. Don't rely," he said, pointing in Nars' chest, "On anyone else. Of course, that's what I'm doing now."

"Sir, I'll do my be-" Nars began. But Newton had given him an encouraging slap on the shoulder and started away. Newton walked slowly towards a brightly lit door, paused as if to say something, and meandered out. 

The next hour Nars set up the equipment: the lighting and cameras, as Mason lingered excitedly on his cell phone. The small man lent no help, oblivious to the grunts of his friend. Nars wiped sweat off his brow. At least, he reasoned, the work would lead to bigger and better things. 

The door opened, and three people walked in. Nars instantly recognized María Muñoz. To say she was a stunner would be an understatement. Her dark hair framed her perfect face and pointed to her other assets. Standing tall and proud, her juicy breasts were held by a timid halter top. Nars noticed the slight tremble each breast gave upon her steps, only teasing any man lucky enough to be in her presence. 

The long-legged brunette was wearing Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses and low-rider jeans. Her face was contorted into a painful expression as she yelled into her cell phone. 

"And how long is it supposed to be? I never signed that contract!" She complained in her Argentinean accent. 

It wasn't altogether unexpected for models to balk at shoots, Nars knew. He had not dealt with a girl of her caliber, but he knew he had to change her mood. Nars stood upright, loosening his sore back. She approached him very quickly, even pulled her cell phone from her ear, and leaned towards him. 

"You, are you the photographer? I need to see the contract!" Isabel demanded, flipping her hair wildly. She put her hands on her hips, exposing her smooth stomach. Her flawless skin, the color of honey, and deep cleavage led Nars to hesitate. 

"Ms. María Muñoz, I looked at it, and everything is here," Nars said, opening his manila folder. He pulled out a couple sheets and handed them to the girl. The nails of her delicate hands sparkled in the light. 

"Here it is, your signature. We really hope to have a great shoot today," he said with a nervous shrug. The raven-haired Latina flashed her eyes at him and stormed off towards the dressing room. He couldn't help noticing her tight ass and what it did to her jeans. 

Mason had stopped moving. He was finally frozen in place, his hands wedged deep in his pockets. Nars laughed heartily for the first time all day. It was only 7:15 after all, but with several hours ahead of him, it would seem to be a very long day.

"Nars, what is going on? Sure, she's beyond gorgeous, but we can't have this fucked up like this. Imagine Mr. Newton and her yelling at you in the same day, and all because we can't handle an assignment like this."

"I don't think Newton would yell at us, it's fine if she does, but you got to listen to me. We are sitting on either our graves or a gold mine. This is his money, and more importantly, his opportunity to get a hell of a lot more. A killer layout with this girl would make him, understand?" Nars said emphatically.

"I do," Mason said simply as the two men watched Isabel get ready. She was getting the finishing touches from make-up, and her long hair spilled over her shoulders down to her lower back. 

Of course, the black bikini she was wearing matched her well and exposed her body for all to see. The frilly lace edges gave it a distinctive lingerie look, not that either men were looking at that as much. Isabel's butt stood out proudly, two bronze orbs that were intersected by the bikini string. It jiggled with her movement and snapped back into place. It was truly magnificent. 

She turned, her stunning face and cleavage now pointed in their direction and making them blush red. Mason wilted under the pressure, and even with years of dealing with models, had to hide the growing bulge in his pants. He walked away without saying a word. 

Nars began walking in her direction. She noticed and gave him a smoldering glare, only after pulling her bikini away from her butt and allowing it to snap firmly back in place.

"Ms. Toscani-" Nars began.

"Shit! Please call me anything, anything but that. You do know my name?" She questioned as make-up finished up. The portly assistant hurried off, leaving the two alone. Nars' eyes followed the woman until her exit and returned to the sexy creature before him. 

"Let's get this going, Isabel. I'm Narsimha, or Nars. I don't want to be here any more than you, okay?" He extended his hand to her. She reluctantly took it, and Nars was hit at once by the softness of her skin and her exquisite smell. It was fruity and definitely beyond his realm of control. He immediately felt a throbbing sensation in his pants; luckily he had cameras to attend to and made his escape.

"Look, I can't know what you've gone through. I do know you've got a great portfolio, and I'm thrilled, just thrilled to work with you. Hell, I don't know how we booked you at all, but we need to do this and do it well," Nars said. She sighed, unimpressed, and stood in front of the cameras.

Despite their lack of connection, Isabel proved to be a capable model. Nars did not have to direct her poses or body movements at all- it seemed every pose the Latina did complemented her body in some way. She varied her positions from standing to getting down on all fours, jutting her inviting ass in front of the camera. The flawlessness of her skin, hair, and body had Nars sexually frustrated within minutes: so much that he had her change outfits early so he could cool down. 

Isabel emerged from the dressing room wearing a red tank top that clung to her well formed breasts. It was the bottom, however, that grabbed Nars' attention. She wore a black skirt, best described as a schoolgirl skirt that rode from her groovy hips to a few inches above her knee. Her slender legs stabbed into the ground in a pair of silver heels that fit her feet well, and her sleek hair was placed in two pigtails on either side of her head.

"How're you feeling? Anything you need at all, go ahead and tell me because once we start shooting..." Nars said playfully.

"I'm fine," she replied sullenly. Isabel then crouched down, her thighs on top of her lower legs, exposing her underwear slightly. Nars aimed the camera carefully, allowing the frame to catch her extremely toned legs and the silky blue snatch between her legs. 

She turned more to the camera, and using her hands, squashed her breasts together. The result was a delicious canal of her flawless bronzed skin, that surely would bring dirty thoughts to thousands come press time. Isabel moved her hands further under and pushed upwards, exposing her lace bra and nearly a nipple. 

She leaned back as she did so, eventually to the point of lying down, which made her skirt ride up. Once more her underwear became visible, but this time her whole panties could easily be seen. It revealed the connection of her two sexy gams, and her most intimate area. 

Nars took a deep breath and tried to think about baseball. But as he did, her scent reminded him of the writhing supermodel at his feet. She spread her legs to the point the silky panties clung tightly to her slight mound. Her well-pedicured feet brushed him slightly as she did so, and she shot him an annoyed look. 

With that, she crawled sexily to her feet and took a couple steps backward. Isabel began to pull her skirt towards her cute belly button slowly, allowing Nars to settle under her and take pictures of her exposed crotch. She did so in a slinky way, again revealing her panties to Nars. The supermodel's lavish perfume filled his nose and excited him; he knew he had to move to the next segment, but the way her panties stretched over her cunt was simply delicious.

"I need the other side," he said reluctantly.

Isabel stubbornly complied. She flipped her skirt up, exposing her tight ass. The underwear only scantily covered her butt, which she manipulated by tugging up or to the side. Her delicious ass moved under her command, until she let the silky garment slide back between her cheeks.

"Get ready for the water," he said apologetically, as he sprayed water on her butt and inner thighs. The water made her butt shine and her panties somewhat see-through. 

Isabel gave an unappreciative yelp and stare in his direction. Nars shrugged, and the two got back to work.

She bent forward at the waist and managed to touch the floor with her hands. Upon getting her palms flat on the floor, Isabel wiggled her ass, which made her skirt ride further up her hips. Her glistening ass was in such a vulnerable position Nars had to avoid his primal urges and take a couple steps back. Through his viewfinder, he focused on the plump ass in front of him, the skirt barely covering its top, and the clingy panties that disappeared between her cheeks. 

Just as suddenly, Isabel had risen upright and shifted her skirt to more lady-like levels. She yawned silently as she reached her arms upward and stretched until she was content. She looked at Nars, who was adjusting the lighting for their next segment and trying not to get over-stimulated looking at her body. 

"Don't blow your shorts there, hon," she snickered as she went to change.

Mason had made his way back into the studio by that time to check how it was going. He made it in time to see Nars fiddling with his camera, and just as he was about to ask about Isabel, she returned. The fiery Latina wore hardly anything at all. In fact, Mason did a double-take at her skimpy bikini. 

Nars looked at her girly pink number and looked down exasperated. The pure sexual force flowing from her body was downright sinful; the bikini informed the world she shaved and the top accentuated her juicy breasts. Isabel walked in front of the camera and flicked her hair impatiently. 

***

Dwayne Night Train Newton tipped his fedora up and peered down at the girl writhing at his feet. He stared at the sleek muscles of her shoulders as they rippled and twitched. Clad in only a tank top and panties, Isabel María Muñoz made an impressive sight. Newton put a hand on her lower back and steadied her. He looked over her gently moving body and ended at her hands. The supermodel's long fingers would hold a ring well, he reasoned, when the time was to make her his. Having a woman like her, he knew, would easily meet his expectations: sassy, strong, and beautiful. Her creamy stomach would bulge with his children in the future.

But before him now lay a girl. Newton wanted to make her his woman. It had taken effort and little struggle to show for it- the delicate skin that covered her body was marred only in one spot- a tiny needle prick on her neck. 

He slowly came to stand above her. The lush Latina lay on her back with her legs only slightly spread, her arms clutched tightly to her breasts. The result was a luscious amount of her breasts sliding together. The sweat soaked tank top she was wearing did little to hide her nipples, which had begun peaking out of its top. 

"You sexy bitch," he muttered as he descended upon her. Newton carefully got on top of her and was sure to use his legs to spread hers. As her ripe legs were opened, her underwear conformed to the folds of her cunt, only heightening his fierce desire. He pushed her sexy thong to the side and saw her pussy for the first time. It was the smallest, cutest pussy he had ever seen. And not a hair graced it.

He turned his attention to her nearly exposed breasts, shining in a sweat soaked mess. Newton savored the sight so much as to study her nipples, which were a dark pink color that grew darker upon his shadow covering them. He placed each hand on a breast and squeezed. The resulting marks on her skin immediately disappeared, and they returned to their flawless state. Newton moved his hands upward to the tank top itself, and with a jolt of gusto, ripped the garment up and off the girl. Her breasts jiggled lively for a moment before coming to rest.

She moaned softly, oblivious to the big black man on top of her. If only she knew the plans Night Train had for her, Isabel would have struggled. But she did not awake, and Newton continued his assault. 

With the supermodel spread and naked, he did not intend to waste time. Her body stimulated him from the start, and his massive erection proved it. At eleven inches and thick as a beer can, it looked preposterous and certainly unable to fit in her. Newton eyed the ripe pussy before him and moved forward until his dick was touching her sweet folds. The contrast of her honey dew skin and his black dick had never been more apparent until now. 

His dick nestled its way between her outer folds with little effort- it was only half an inch of penetration. But immediately after, he faced resistance. She was far too tight to try to take his monster sized dick, and he probably realized that. Nevertheless, he grunted as he tried to push into her further. 

Isabel shifted her body weight away from Newton, which made the going tougher. He responded by sliding his hands underneath her world class ass and stoutly holding herself there. Newton could feel the trembling in her body, and her loud gasp.

Something had given in her pussy to allow his thick head inside. He smiled and knew he was going to be in business. 

"Aw shit, this is some good pussy," he gritted. Newton began thrusting harder to open up some space for himself, and it was hard to come by. Regardless, her walls began opening up for him, stretching for him, and allowing entry to her most sacred place.  

Her tightness faded. Newton bottomed out inside the Latina, much to his amazement. Her pussy was stretched to its maximum and almost obscene levels throughout his vicious pounding. He hoped he wouldn't ruin her pussy early on: with a dick of his size, it was bound to happen sooner or later. The blur of his black dick entering her fresh opening only added to the wrongness of it all and excited Newton. 

He withdrew his dick from her with a wet slurping sound and retreated a couple inches. Isabel moaned sexily and began to cross her right leg over her left. As she did so, Night Train scooped a handful of her ass and pushed her onto her stomach, leaving her perky ass for the taking.

"I know you want this, you little bitch. Get used to it, in limos, parties, changing rooms," he spat out. Her body was dripping with sweat to the point that her silken hair clung along her back, just above her ass. A drop rolled from the peak of her butt down to her inner thighs, hesitated a moment, and fell into her crease. In response, she absently wiggled her ass into a more comfortable position and in the process ignited his lust.

Newton locked the girl under him in a doggy style position by resting his stomach on her back. His black, hairy chest rubbed against her flawless back, once again demonstrating the marked differences in their bodies. It was a stunning contrast, not only in the scope of skin color, but how a man like Dwayne Night Train Newton could be fucking a girl of her extreme beauty.

His dick once again lined up with her pussy, but her thong had shifted to block entry into her. Carefully using his thumbs he slid the soaked garment down her legs, and upon removing it, he stuffed it into his pocket. 


In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 01



"The first of many times, girl. The first of many, many times...I've been waiting on this ass long enough!" The old gangster crooned, and an evil smile lit his face. The facial whiskers of bygone shavings scratched into her back as he began to push inside her glistening folds.

The thick pole faced much less resistance this time, instead easing slowly and powerfully into her body. Inch by inch, Newton's penis pushed forward until his testicles swung and hit her inner thighs. She now had his balls connected to her and hanging from her body. 

Night Train pulled several inches out. With a burst of power, he slid all the way back into her hot cunt; the thrust elicited a whimper from the girl, which he silenced by pounding into her repeatedly. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahh...damn," he grunted in rhythm with his thrusts. 

Newton's hands wandered to her breasts, where he mangled her nipples. He pinched and rubbed her perky buds until they became hard; then he pushed her right breast to the side, beyond her armpit. The gangster leaned forward and with the help of his hand began to suck on the model's nipple. He noisily slurped and munched on her lush body, all the while his leaning forward provided even deeper thrusts into her well-formed ass.

He felt his balls tighten and an overwhelming pressure build within him. The thought did cross his mind to pull out, to be safe, to avoid getting her pregnant, but that applies when a man's dick is not in a tight Latina pussy. He grabbed her hips and ripped her pussy in a barrage of thrusts so savage the girl began to wake. 

Isabel's eyes flickered open for a moment, and she felt the weight of a man on her, his dick violating her pussy in ways she had never experienced. The model had no strength to resist, her body was shredded by the intense fucking she was being administered. She nearly passed out from the brutality until she felt the unknown man trembling. 

"Ahhh, ahhhh, oh shi---fuck, fuck! FUCK!" Night Train yelled as huge squirts of his cum sprayed inside of her, coating her womb and everything deep inside of her with his seed. The sawing of his penis into her intensified for a moment and just as soon slowed. Her bulging pussy lips were still stretched thinly around his tool, a much different sight than the tiny pussy he had eyed minutes earlier.

His thick cock was still held tightly in her by her cute pink folds. As his erection subsided, Night Train knew his softening dick was still probably bigger than anything she had taken before. He also doubted any of his cum would make its way out of her based on how deep it had been deposited. 

"How was it, girl? Did you like that?" He asked blankly, not expecting a response.

"Si, pappa. Ahhh that was so good. Oh, got to catch my breath, you did use a rubber?" Came the Argentinean's reply. 

"You were awake the whole time," Newton began, "and you didn't say anything?" The look of shock remained on his face that he was even talking to her. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts; everything was off: he was still lodged deep inside her, her pussy felt different somehow, stretched and sore. The unusual surroundings fuzzily came into view, a fine carpet that was unfamiliar, a fireplace that she hadn't ever seen.

"What is going on? Where the fuck am I?" She stammered. 

"You don't need to know. Just stop asking all these fucking questions!" Newton said viciously as he dismounted her. His cock retreated from her hole and left a gaping void in its place. It was hard to believe his thickness could do this to a girl's body, especially one like her. He took a few steps back to begin gathering his clothes that lay on the chair and table behind him. With that, the sore Latina was able to move for the first time in hours and turned to face him.

"No! I swear to god I will have you killed! You fucking bastard, why—how the fuck did you do this to me? How the fuck did you do it?" She screamed. Isabel leaped to her feet and frantically searched for clothes to cover her nude form and found her outfit from the night before: creamy white jeans and a halter top.

"You hired me, then what? Drugged me?" She yelled furiously.

"You're ours for at least two more shoots, the cover girl we've been looking for. Get dressed, and get the fuck out of here, I'm tired of this yelling," he said.

"Oh, and I'm coming back? You're more delusional than I imagined," she said with an angry flick of her hair. As she started towards the door, she noticed his hands move quickly up and down. She slowed to berate him again, and in an effort to see what Night Train was up to: no good, as she suspected.

In his hand was a polaroid picture that he flipped deliberately in an attempt to dry it. The menacing movements did their job, and an image began to emerge from the celluloid. 

"You are going to be with us, me in particular, for a long time. Understand?" Newton said. The picture was clear as day: the young María Muñoz on her stomach with a thick black cock engorged in her. The scene was divisive in its grotesqueness and the thrill of such a girl getting it.

"Give me the picture," she yelled, lunging at him. He sidestepped her and grabbed her lush body, bringing it close to him. Newton lightly kissed her lips as she tried to turn her head.

"Understand one thing, you'll be over if you cross me," he whispered in her ear before pushing her away. Her long legs nearly tripped over themselves, and she turned to face him.

"I can't do that. Now get out of here, and maybe as a tiny token of your love, treat my fucking photographer with some respect this time!"

"Go fuck yourself, you pig. I have two shoots, only two more, that are signed in the contract. After that, I'm gone," she said angrily. 

"And the pictures?" He said with a laugh.

"This photographer, Nars or Bars, or whatever the fuck his name is, he has the pictures, does he not?" She asked, staring into his eyes.

"No, of course not, you saw the one I just-" Night Train began.

"You're a shit liar. He has them, and I'll just have to get them from him. And voila, you and your shit magazine are done."

"He's my employee, like he's just going to hand them over? You've been fucked too much," he continued, "plus he knows I'd kill his ass."

She saw her panties on the table behind him and quickly tried to stuff a hand inside her jeans. The material was like a second skin on her butt however, so she felt inside with a finger instead. Isabel's fingers touched her wet, stretched folds. Nothing felt the same. Where she expected to feel two smooth lips was a dull aching sensation instead, a sign of her defilement. Isabel turned to him quickly with a glowing stare.

"Have my panties, that picture, anything. You won't have me. And I'm sure Nars will side with me rather than you," she said simply.

"You're walking into a bigger mess than you're imagining little girl. Do you want this to happen again?" 

She opened the door, looked at him for a moment, and disappeared from view.



In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 02



Willy Mendoza absently dropped the ice cube into his glass and grimaced at his now wet hands. The bar he frequented was a hole in the wall. The owner and bartender admitted so much, his sheepish expressions about the place long gone. The Italian man had inherited the bar from his father, and his father. 

A series of fat bartenders named Leo became a staple at the establishment. Unfortunately the combination of the Leo's and the bar's shabby appearance had left it far from being the nightly hot spot. Tonight there were a couple of the other regulars, none too boisterous or outgoing. Much like Willy they hunched over their glasses and silently downed their drinks. Willy sighed and signaled for another drink.

A man in his late-40s, Willy had suffered through a life of divorce and separation. His once smooth face was beginning to show its age, and his black hair was on its way to grey. Not much mattered to him besides his drink and his work, and the former was gone. 

He rose to leave and waved casually at the other patrons. They gave him no response as he had expected. He thought the bartender said something to him. It probably didn't matter. 

"Hey Willy, you hear that noise outside? Check it out for me?" Leo the round bartender asked. 

"Leo, you wouldn't be trying to keep me from my sleep? I got work tomorrow at 3 in the morning," Willy said, to the bartender's shrug.

He opened the door and noticed three people arguing to his right. Two shabbily dressed guys were cornering a girl, who was waving frantically at him. She was pressed tightly against the wall, her curves conforming to the dirty brick wall behind her. The larger of the two men, a heavily muscled man dressed hastily in a wife beater, was holding her thighs up, forcing her to wrap her legs around him for support. Her legs gripped him even more tightly as he began to berate her.

"You stupid bitch, he told you not to leave. And we're going to be keeping our eyes on you, baby. In fact, I might just take you back to my place, the boss might not mind right now!" He yelled, spraying saliva all over her beautiful face.

She recoiled, and turned her face to the side desperately as the big man tried to kiss her. His tongue instead began its long journey on the bottom of her neck and eased its way up, closer and closer to her mouth. A line of spit marked her neck.

"Oh no please, please! Get off me!" She yelled, pressing her hands against his chest. Her smooth, sexy arms were no match for him, even as her glistening nails tug into his shirt. He paid no attention and slipped his tongue inside her mouth as she spoke. 

"Ughh, ughh," she moaned as he had his way with her. 

His tongue slid in and out of her mouth, and she was powerless to resist. Her perfect lips were stretched wide as he swabbed deeply inside of her mouth. A small trail of drool began to ooze from the corner of her mouth as the intensity of her defilement increased. The indignity of it all got worse as he began to move his hands further up her legs, pushing her skirt further up.

His huge rough hands began to roughly grapple her ass, her sweet cheeks so perfect and round being molested in a way never before. She was being pressed into the wall by the huge man; he was so close to her as he assaulted her mouth and body. It was hard to see her- only her toned legs spread tightly around his waist and her long hair was really visible. It was all so wrong. In fact, Willy could only stare in stunned arousal at the perfection of the girl's body, even if it was being molested. 

The small man with the rat tail had his back to him; there was no way the two men had any knowledge that Willy was standing right there. Still, he could not propel himself to do anything. The only thing that was happening was the frantic moving of the girl's body as the man groped her and the growing lust in Willy's pants. His cock began to grow quickly and painfully as he saw the man slide his hands between her legs, presumably to get to her fresh pussy. 

"Ah ah ughh," she moaned into his mouth.

He reaffirmed his dominance of her mouth, basically eating her and totally controlling her to the point she could no longer resist. At that very moment he pushed two thick fingers into her dry pussy, making her wail and shift her ass in an effort to rid herself of the penetration. Unfortunately it only milked his fingers and drew him deeper inside her. His hand became a blur of movement as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her expanding pussy; she still fought him and waved her sultry hair wildly trying to get him off. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she repeated with each thrust of his hand between her legs.

Willy could see the man reconfigure his hand slightly in the midst of the intense hand fucking he was giving her. He had put yet another finger inside the young filly's tight cunt, making her squirm and writhe as her body was being filled up. She slumped forward and her head swung to the side as fatigue began to take its toll. Still, the huge man was licking every part of her beautiful face as her pussy was getting yet another rough pounding at the hands of an uncompromising man. 

"How do you like that? I do, baby!" He said with mock affection, taking his tongue out of her mouth. Her stunning face was covered in a thin sheen of saliva and sweat. Even her usually pristine hair was beginning to curl from the activity of it all; she was starting to get the sexy look she only got after she had been fucked. 

She looked at her molester in complete disgust and spit on his face. The momentary lapse and shock of the situation, along with not having a tongue in her mouth for the first time in minutes proved invaluable- it afforded her a chance to hasten her release.

"Help! Look behind you! Help me!" The sultry Latina screamed at Willy, who was standing several feet back, unmoved from his position upon walking out of the door. He was blown away by her stare and the ferocity of her cry.

The two thugs turned their heads, putting Willy straight in their sights. He withered under their gaze and put his hands deep within his pockets. Willy certainly did not look the part of a hero. 

Regardless, the two men knew they were in a semi-public area and what they were doing was not permitted in any sense. The man in the wife beater reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, which elicited a painful moan from her. She slid down the wall- her skirt once again was protecting her dignity. 

Her raven black hair was tousled, obviously she was a stunner, but Willy was concentrating on the men. The smaller man took a couple steps in his direction, and menacingly pulled up his shirt. A handgun was sitting in the waist of his pants; it was the dirty sort that certainly did not look to be legal. Its paint was irregular with a curious red tint to it.

"Okay pal, you didn't see any of this. She's his girlfriend-aw fuck it. Who are we kidding? Just give me your fucking driver's license," he said, extending his hand.

Willy hesitated- he had never been in such a dangerous situation. Even his raving ex-wife had never pulled a gun on him. At times, though, he wished she had. A blunt cough from the rat tailed criminal reminded him of his task, and he withdrew his driver's license from his wallet and gave it to him.

"Rod, let's get out of here. You, Mr. Mendoza," the larger man said, taking the license from his friend, "don't try to do anything about this. We'll do worse shit back, and you don't have to get hurt in any way." 

With that the two men studied the street, now devoid of cars, and silently strode off into the night. Their footsteps disappeared quickly, leaving Willy alone with the girl who had been used by yet another man. 

Willy looked at the girl, now slouched against the wall sobbing. Her tangled, wild hair covered much of her face. Almost all of her skin however was visible to him. By bringing her legs close to her chest, her mini jean skirt was pulled down, exposing her delicious inner thighs. Snug in the middle was a pink lace thong with slight indentions indicating it was tight on her pussy. She shifted slightly, and Willy noticed her upper body. Her chest was perky and smooth, so much that she filled out the red tank top she was wearing perfectly. The fabric appeared to be some sort of expensive silk, and it complemented her slim figure perfectly, adapting to her every curve. The girl's bra strap was hanging low on one shoulder, which made Willy stare at her flawless skin which, even outside a grungy bar, shone brightly and sexily. 

He stepped forward, unsure of what to do. She tried to stand up, but she slipped slightly, and her purse fell out of her hand. Willy was jolted into action as he crept down to retrieve her bag. 

The girl stood directly over him while he knelt down. He couldn't help but notice he could see up her short skirt, and how her smooth legs disappeared into the darkness of her clothes. The lace thong that he had seen earlier was mere inches from his face, protecting her pussy from the outside world. Willy longed to grab her hips right there and slide his tongue inside of the freshly fucked pussy which had to lie underneath, to make her writhe on his face in an unholy coupling of an older man and a stunning young girl.

His dirty thoughts were tempered as he had to finally stand- out of view of her sexy panties and the world beneath. 

Oh yeah, the purse, he cursed silently, realizing he had been staring at her. She managed the slightest smile amongst her tears and took the purse.

"Do you want me to call the police? I could-" Willy began to say, but her pained eyes told him otherwise.

"I- I don't know. Could you drive me home?" She asked meekly in her Latin accent. 

A flash of recognition hit his brain- he had seen her somewhere! Where was it? One of his magazines, surely. She was definitely a model!

"Oh my! You're Isabel María Muñoz? From—," he said.

"Please just get me out of here," she said pleadingly. Her face was so cute when she was worried; he knew he had to help her. The way she bit her lower lip drove him wild. Her cuteness was so overpowering that he instantly felt protective and infatuated with her.

In fact, Willy couldn't remember the last time he had seen such an attractive girl. Just glancing at her, he realized how easily a man could fall in love with her and just how easily she could use it to her power. The intensity of her stare made an intense desire grow within him; all too soon her sensuality was getting the best of him.

His cock began to shift and move within his pants. It inflated with a vengeance, hoping to soon be stuffed into the creature before him. Wow, Willy thought, she is a handful.

Willy shifted uncomfortably and began leading the girl to his car. He nodded at her and smiled. Isabel's tears began to slow by this point. Willy walked slightly behind the girl and could only admire one body part at a time. Her ass completely filled out the mini-skirt- it left an appetizing curve that many men drooled over. Her skirt was so short that it only reached the bottom of her ass. Willy stared at its movement as she walked. The way her cheeks pressed against the material and went down again was delicious and only accentuated it more. 

Already an ass man, Willy was staring at the most amazing ass he had ever seen. His cock began to surge in desire once more, to be slipping in and out of her peachy cheeks. The thought of taking her doggy style was nearly too much for him, and he tried to think of other things unsuccessfully. 

Naturally his eyes crept down to her legs which seemed to go on forever. They were a feminine masterpiece, sleek and shiny with not a hair in sight. Her tight thighs wobbled slightly with each step. The sexy legs stabbed into the ground in a pair of arrogant, rich heels. 

The silver and white heels, much like her top, combined to outfit the sexiest girl Willy had ever seen in a way he could only imagine. The hurried clicking of her heels and the sweet perfume wafting from her body reminded him of the situation he was in, yet did nothing to quell his desire. 

Twenty minutes later he pulled up to a lavish house that had the unusual distinction of being completely dark. The stone walkway leading to the house was neatly framed by bushes on both sides and a lamppost nearer to the porch, presumably burned out. He wondered why she left all her lights out, but she made a move for her seatbelt, breaking his concentration. Willy shifted slightly and looked Isabel in the eyes. 

"How are you? I know tonight has been tough," he said, sneaking a peak at her lush cleavage while gently patting her shoulder. Her breasts were so full and plush he felt his cock thicken in desire. His fingertips lingered ever slightly too long on her bare shoulders.

"It's okay, really. Would you walk me to my door?" She asked, blinking her eyes sleepily. 

He laughed quietly at her cuteness as the two got out and walked to her front porch. The complete lack of light left them unable to really see the other. Of course Willy had been on front porches before, but he did not expect what Isabel did next. She gave him a quick kiss on each cheek and closed the door behind her. Ever the man, Willy admired her plump ass as it scooted through the door. Unfortunately for him, his raging cock was left unsatisfied.

***

He reached forward with his hands and began to stroke her heavenly curves until at last his hands settled on her groovy hips. Her ass jutted back towards him: so smooth and young, it had to be a dream. The way she squirmed against him and flipped her hair stirred the inner passion within him. 

His cock surged upon contact with her body and slipped between the lavish curves of her ass, only making her push back even harder. He stared at his enormous penis, surely largely than it had even been, as he shifted to enter her steaming slit. Only the frantic movements of her sweaty body and the largeness of him delayed the moment he had been waiting for. 

She moaned in desire and apparently got the hint as she spread her legs even wider to accommodate him. Her cute pussy lips stretched ever so slightly as he began to push inside. She might not have been a virgin, Willy didn't expect so much, but she certainly was far from loose. The tight pink lips of her pussy began to try to swallow his cock, but she was obviously far too tight to take a penis of his magnitude. 

Regardless, he grabbed her hips and began to buck wildly inside of her, slowly gaining centimeter after centimeter with each merciless thrust. The girl threw her head back and screamed as her pussy was getting stretched and fucked like never before- he was only halfway inside of her, and her pussy was taking on an obscene amount of cock. He realized this as well- she was getting a level of punishment she was not used to. But with her beautiful body slamming back on him as hard as he was pounding into her, it was obvious she needed it just as much as he did.

Her hips rolled forward and backward in a steady rhythm, and her pussy lips clung tightly to his cock. Upon each thrust her pussy stretched mightily to accommodate him. It was such a sexy sight to see a young cunt like hers getting a tough workout.  

Willy moved his hands to her slender waist, tracing her amazing curves. The bubble butt with the perfect skin he was now fucking wobbled with each inward thrust, making her squirm around in pleasure. The fucking was beginning to intensify. As a result, a thin layer of sweat now covered her body and made her flawless skin glisten as he fucked her. 

Willy wondered how a forty-six year old man like him could be fucking a girl half his age. He had just met the girl- you could say saved her from a couple of thugs. Still, that would be an overstatement, and it still didn't explain how his balls were touching her shining ass. 

How did I get here? This is incredible!

He slammed into her one more time, but unfortunately got his answer to his previous question. 

"Beep- beep- beep!" His alarm screeched harshly. It read 3 AM.

"I hate my life," Willy said quietly.

***

Nars had gotten home after the shoot and was beyond tired. His back ached and his head had a slight throbbing sensation that had begun upon meeting Isabel. He walked to his bathroom cabinet, wishing and hoping for some miracle drug that could put him to sleep and end his misery.

"Oh god," he moaned, moving his hand to his forehead. The skin felt burning hot. Just then, a loud knock rang from his door. Nars shifted his hand down and looked up in a moment of pure exasperation.

"Who is it?" He yelled weakly.

Another knock.

"Dammit! Ah, here," Nars said, flinging the door open. The force of the door sent him stumbling back a couple steps. He placed his hand on the wall for support. Before him stood the diminutive Mason, as always clad in a blazer, with a pale look upon his face.

He strode in and promptly sat on the carpet. 

"Nars, we're in it this time," he said quietly. The tone was so unlike the usual Mason that Nars studied the other man's face curiously. Something was not quite right. His eyes seemed somewhat sunken in, his hair unkempt. It looked as if he had had no sleep for days judging by his pale appearance. Nars then noticed a small droplet of sweat or perhaps even a tear below his eye. 

"You know I never was sure about this business. Day to day, week to week, you're dealing with assholes. Egos. And they'll do what they have to get things done for themselves. I never thought it would come back to haunt me, maybe one day far in the future. Nars, that day is today," he said with a quiet sob. Mason's body slumped to the floor, making his body look even smaller.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Newton had his way with Isabel last night while you were shutting down the shoot. And he took photos of it and put them in your portfolio. I told you about him. It's redundancy. He's done it before, now she has to work with him."

Nars took a moment to comprehend what his friend was telling him. It didn't make any sense. What was going on?

"He gave you the photos not just because his trust in you, but because it keeps him clean. He doesn't have anything green in his books. You do," Mason said. 

Nars, still leaning against the door, grabbed the doorknob and weakly shut the door. It clicked faintly, and the man lumbered over to a nearby recliner, his headache now throbbing more than ever. The plush fabric felt great to his back, but offered little comfort in the context of his problems. 

"What do we do? I have no clue," Nars began, "If it is really is as bad as you say, then…"

At that very moment, the door so recently closed swung open. The two startled men looked up to see an imposing fedora. It was Night Train Newton. 

"Shut the fuck up! Listen close, you stupid motherfuckers. Mason, I ought to whoop your ass for even coming over here. You had no reason, none, to do that! Am I not good enough to tell him what's up? Hmm?" Night Train thundered. The large black man moved to stand over Mason, a pathetic figure already. He slumped further until he looked like a beaten dog. Only his scared eyes remained upright. 

"And yes, Nars, what he said is right. You have pictures of her, and I fully intend to use those to my advantage. If you have a problem with that, you fucking tell me right here and now."

"Sir, I- I haven't seen these pictures. Maybe it's a mistake?" Nars said, straightening his aching back to more evenly meet Newton's eyes. The recliner did not seem to offer as much comfort as it did earlier.

"I thought you were smarter than that. Shit man. I need you to hold on to them for a while. If she comes by or somehow asks you about them, you aren't to say a word." 

"So we still have shoots with her? I mean with her being upset and how this could backfire on you, sir…" Nars said slowly.




In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 02



"She will do as we want. Trust me. And we have at least, at least, two more shoots with her, which means that GTM has a chance. That's all I wanted. So don't blow this chance for me. I will come after you, let's be clear about that."

Newton strode to the table where the portfolio from the previous day's shoot lay. His fine suit seemed very out of place in the dirty apartment, but that didn't matter as the other two men looked on curiously. He placed his hands on the glossy cover which had "GTM Productions" inked boldly on the front. The portfolio was full of prints and scans of the beautiful María Muñoz, but Newton's eyes wandered to a small, inconspicuous roll of film hidden deep within it. 

"Here it is. Now, listen to me- you've done well so far, you've taken her and gained her trust somewhat. We need that, especially for the shoot in a week. I'll keep you updated and give you more details later, but you're on a need to know basis, so don't ask me any stupid fucking questions. That goes for you too, shrimp," he said. 

Night Train took his hand and removed it quickly from his blazer. He threw a stack of tightly wound bills in Nars' direction, so heavy that it made an impact upon hitting him. Benjamin Franklin's face showed on the top of the stack; it was obviously a very large sum of money. Nars fumbled it quickly, gained himself, and looked questioningly at the imposing figure above him.

"That is ten grand. I need you to lay low for a while, don't do any stupid shit, and be ready for me in a week. Got it?"

Nars could only nod. He was sweating profusely- the headache he had before was an afterthought. The only thought on his mind was surviving in the presence of the most dangerous man he had ever met. Luckily for him, he served some use to Night Train-others were not so lucky. 

"Alright you take that, keep it safe. You have no idea how much more fucking money can be coming your way if you listen. We are going to be expanding this. I got a few more girls in my sights, including one tonight. So get ready to work, be over at the studio at four," Newton boomed.

"Yes sir, I understand. Can I ask what possible light measures I might need? What format are we talking about- glam, ports, what?

"Oh, it's Vanessa Minnillo. You know that much about her, so get on it. I have to get going. That's right, Mason, don't look so chipper," he said with a cruel chuckle as he walked out the door. 

***

Dwayne "Night Train" Newton slightly adjusted his cuffs and stared at the seemingly endless array of limousines pulling up before the red carpet. With each door opening, a rush of photographers and flashbulbs would descend upon the poor person exiting. He knew many of the paparazzi were trying for the same thing- upskirts and wardrobe malfunctions. Luckily for him, he had a plan to do all of that on his own without the need of an accident or the touch of God. 

Clad in his traditional fedora and clean cut suit, Newton looked like he belonged on the red carpet as much as anyone else. However, he stood alone and made no effort to garner attention. He was waiting for his target to arrive. As he had told Nars, he was trying to seduce Vanessa Minnillo, the stunning TRL host and former Miss Teen USA who among other things was in a relationship with Nick Lachey, the one-time boy band member. Of course, she had had her fair share of controversies due to leaked photos of her and Lindsay Lohan, and also graphic pictures of her and Nick having sex. 

Newton knew it would take every ounce of his guile to try to sway her- it would easily be the toughest attempt of his career. Why would a girl like her, already in love, fall for a man like him? Night Train provided answers for this question in his mind. He imagined his wealth, the explicit empire he could build with her at the top, and all the things he could put in her life. The main thing throbbed in his pants as he saw her sleek legs clad in sexy heels emerge from the limo. 

Vanessa shifted out of the limo carefully, making sure to hide her panties from the omnipresent view of the cameras. A flash of cameras and buzz erupted on her exit because she truly was a sight. 

She was wearing a black sequin dress that had a cut which reached the middle of her delicious, creamy thighs. The dress sparkled with her every movement; her breasts were high and proud and only half covered, allowing a generous amount of her plush cleavage to gain the shock and awe of the cameras. The two straps that held it on her body were barely there it seemed, or at least not easy to see with her stunning beauty standing so clear. 

The combination of her dark features- her shining black hair and luscious brown eyes left her standing like an amazing minx. She smiled for the cameras, and the sparkles of her dress left everyone stunned at her overwhelming beauty. Her legs sprouted from her slinky dress and glistened in the array of flashes. She again smiled with a beautiful flash of white teeth and crossed her legs, one in front of the other, which pushed out her ass. 

Newton had to swallow and compose himself just looking at that ass. The material of her dress hugged it oh so tightly- the curve from her lithe legs up to her lower back was absolutely delicious. The perfect cheekiness of her ass was further shown off as she walked further down the red carpet. With each step, her ass reminded everyone nearby what it was like to enjoy the spoils of Hollywood. 

Newton saw her making her way towards him, or more likely past him, on the red carpet. Nick was several yards behind getting interviewed by an overenthusiastic young reporter, likely from the Disney Channel. He laughed and turned his attention to the stunner who was closing by. 

"Excuse me, Ms. Minnillo, I'm Dwayne Newton, might I say you look lovely this evening?" He said with as wide a smile he could manage.

"Aw, who paid you to say that? Nice to meet you, Mr. Newton," she said sweetly.

He took her soft hand in his and marveled at the creature before him. She and María Muñoz were simply the most attractive women in the world, although he had never seen a woman that could instantly pound his cock into action. It shifted immediately in his pants and began a quick rush to a nasty, throbbing erection. Of course, the stunning, innocent girl standing before him had no idea of the impact she was having on him. Night Train was that good.

"You're such a lovely girl; I just want to hang onto your hand! Would you mind if I sit by you this evening?" He said with a slight downturn of his head. It almost looked as if Newton was preparing to be rejected; only he was using it to his advantage.

"Oh wow, I really don't know. I think maybe I should get back to Nick," she said with an apologetic smile. His eyes fell to her breasts, which looked so enticing in her sparkling number. The curves of her chest pushed forward so deliciously and aggressively that their plushness nearly drew his attention away from his goal. That wasn't going to be the case, although it made nasty thoughts about the sweet girl flash through his mind. The image of titty-fucking her further added to his now thick erection and spurned him on.

"He is a character, that Nick. Go ahead and see him. But tell him Dwayne says hey!" He said in a quieter voice. He couldn't help but notice her sensual eyes, the depth of which he couldn't seem to determine. If there was ever a girl he had to fuck, it was her.

"Wait, you know Nick? I've never heard from any of his friends before- well a few of the other guys in his band, but never one of his real friends. I'm sure he'd love you to sit with us!" She said excitedly, gripping his hand in hers and drawing his body closer to her.

The sweet, sensual smell of her along with the clicking of heels made his erection even larger if possible.

Nick was pleased to be relieved from his interview. His expression turned to shock upon seeing his old friend hand in hand with his stunning girlfriend. Nick warmly shook Night Train's hand and the trio made their way down to their seats. 

They were seated at a circular table near the front of the theater and were promptly served by a top of the line wait staff. Delicious foods, including chocolate strawberries and expensive champagne were rushed to their table, much to Newton's delight. He could get used to such luxury foods and having an irresistibly sexy woman on his right. They talked about Nick and Dwayne's old friendship as well as the future projects for each. Discussing old stories and friends, the two old pals were having a grand time, and Vanessa was laughing, delighted at learning more about her boyfriend. 

She crossed her legs, exposing a generous portion of her meaty, toned thighs to Newton. Nick couldn't see how his friend was subtly staring at his girlfriend and certainly wouldn't have appreciated it. Regardless, Dwayne had his eyes on the prize, and that prize was the amazingly beautiful Vanessa Minnillo, clad so sexily to his right, her panties nearly visible to him and no other. 

Nick looked down at his cell phone and over at Vanessa. The look on his face was unmistakable- he had to be somewhere else. She looked quizzically at him, so he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.

"Well baby, let's go then," she said quietly. 

"Its okay, Nessa. Look, I'll just see you later tonight, okay? William can drive you over. Stay here and keep Dwayne some company," he said with a hearty pat on his friend's shoulder.

"Alright, if you're sure, sweetie," she said, moving her hand to his face. The painted black nails on her hands gently guided his mouth to hers. Her lips met his and their tongues intertwined in a sensual kiss. The sight of her making out, even with another man, was endlessly arousing to Newton, who by now was amazed how he was about to be one on one with the cutie. Vanessa's tongue dove deeply into her boyfriend's mouth and elicited a tiny moan from him- a sure reward for dating one of Hollywood's most attractive starlets. 

Nick caught Newton's eye and winked apologetically. The two had an unspoken moment where both men only smiled, and Vanessa looked questioningly into her lover's eyes. Her eyes studied his for a moment until she removed her well-manicured hands from his face.

"Baby?" She whispered. He pecked her cheek quickly and made a move for the door. The urgency in his steps was caught more by Dwayne, who had an idea of the overall situation. Vanessa could only wonder what was going on. 

***

All too soon, he was staring into Vanessa's deep eyes as she watched the movie. Her hair and dress matched perfectly, and her flawless skin shone when the flickering of the movie touched her. Dwayne peered at her legs, so tight and sexy, until she crossed them and looked in his direction. He smiled faintly, and she touched his hand. 

"Hey," she said softly, "I'm sorry about Nick leaving, someone needed him. And obviously, kissing on top of you might have been weird, too."

"It's fine, really. I wasn't surprised he got a girl like you," he began, "although I had no idea how stunning you are in person."

She blushed ever so slightly and scooted a little bit closer to him. Her fantastic body and smell washed over him once more. It was becoming unbearable.

Vanessa thought Dwayne to be a nice man- he had treated her with an unusual level of respect and didn't seem to see her as a piece of ass. He had also treated Nick like a great friend and showed no signs of trying to come between the two. The gorgeous girl thought it amazing how much restraint Dwayne was showing despite the obvious physical signs. 

His throbbing erection, which he thought was somehow hidden, was a huge blob on his thigh. And with every movement she made, such as crossing her legs or touching his hand, his cock grew even larger. It was amusing to her, and she began to tease him further. 

She loved to tease men and see their pathetic reactions in the presence of a beautiful woman. Often times just showing her luscious thighs or a hint of her breasts would do the trick, but Dwayne was not biting as most men did. It was intriguing, for sure, she thought. Only his dick belied any response to her harmless flirting.

Or as she called it, harmless flirting. Nick had told her several times that although he felt she would never cheat on him, he thought her turning other men on intentionally was completely out of line. She reassured him being flirty was just part of her nature, and she was loyal to him so the issue would settle until the next incident. That incident was occurring now.

Vanessa scooted her peachy, sequined ass closer and closer to his leg. In fact, she was so close to him that the thick ridge in his pants was lightly touching her. Dwayne instantly took notice.

"Dwayne, thank you for sitting with me," she said, batting her eyelashes slightly. The look in her eyes was so curious that he stared back for what seemed a full minute. She returned the look fully.

"I have a feeling we're going to be really good friends," he said with an innocent smile.

She scooted her ass blatantly against his leg until no space separated the two. Vanessa gave him a cute, girly smile before turning to watch the screen. That was as far as she would go in flirting with the dangerous mob boss so close to her.

The sheer beauty of her body was impossible- all the cameras were focused in her direction; one wrong move and it would be all over the tabloids. She knew it too. Vanessa had dressed up for the occasion for Nick, but now she was getting slightly turned on by another man. She had never had a black man take her. In fact, she had been with fewer than ten men- a respectable number for a person of her position and age. 

The thoughts continued to swim in her mind. She had had plenty of rappers proposition her to joining them on the dark side, using her body as their personal fuck toy and championing her around as a trophy wife. That life seemed less appealing and even disgusting until Vanessa looked at the other side Nick represented. It too was a lie. 

The beep of Vanessa's cell phone broke her string of thoughts and brought her back to earth.

Her sexy face and breasts were briefly lit by the phone's screen as she studied it closely. Dwayne was curious as to what the message was because she scrunched her face up in relative confusion- her beautiful, deep eyes belied a pain that he could simply not understand. 

Vanessa could not believe the message that had appeared on her cell phone. She was so incredulous at the text message that she had to read it twice. A strand of her hair had fallen across her flawless face and met her ruby red lips, but she paid it no heed. 

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From: Nick (Mobile)

May 18, 2009 4:47:54 PM

Baby- I had to leave for another reason than what I told you. Some of the details are rough- I just want you to know I love you! 

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Little did Vanessa know that Nick was being held at gunpoint a few blocks away in an abandoned lumber yard. The two henchmen of the Night Train, Rod and Phillip, sneered at the blubbering man before them. Tears of pain ran down his face as he was forced to send the text messages to his beloved Vanessa- messages that were aimed at ruining all he had built with her. 

He had been escorted out of the theater by the two seemingly nice gentlemen, but that façade quickly was dropped as they drove him to a vacant, dead area of town. The only life around seemed to be the weeds that had consumed sidewalks and the rotten lumber stacks. It was a genuinely disgusting place- a perfect setting for the encounter. 

She was so confused at what the message meant that she responded quickly. 

Nick's phone lit up brightly upon getting the message from his girlfriend, yet offered little comfort in the desolate place. He sobbed slightly and his heart clutched as he brought it into view for his captors to read. They moved closer to him, and Rod, the slight rat-tailed man, pushed his dirty pistol into the back of the weeping man before him. Three sets of eyes squinted at the harsh light which seemed so out of place in the darkness. 

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From: Nessa (Mobile)

May 18, 2009 4:49:37 PM

Baby, what do you mean? 

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"Ha-ha, you're going to say you've been fucking her friend. We just need a name that she will believe, and you get out of here. What was her name again?" The muscle bound Phillip sneered dismissively at Nick.

"Please, please, you don't understand. It isn't true; I never did anything with this girl, why would you want to make this up? This isn't right- it will ruin me and her!" He wailed, a little bit too loudly for the henchmen's comfort. 

"You stupid fuck, don't you realize that's what we're doing? You and this bitch are done!" Phillip said, snatching the phone out of Nick's trembling hands. His calloused hands began punching letters quickly in a reply. The beeps of the phone and the slight sobs escaping Nick's heavy throat were the only sounds in the lumberyard. 

"Her name?" Rod demanded, pushing the gun deeply into Nick's back. The wince of pain made him quickly act.

"I- I don't know," he said, until the gun made a clicking sound, "Her name is Cayla! Please, don't shoot," he sobbed, wringing his hands together in a pathetic way.

Cayla was the one girl Vanessa felt vulnerable about when it came to her relationship with Nick. While it was obvious Vanessa was the more attractive and successful, Cayla was Nick's ex-girlfriend who at times had tried to contact him. As a result, the subject was a very sensitive one that could instantly ruin an otherwise good evening. 

The cell phone's beeping gradually slowed until Phillip was satisfied with his message. His thick arms shone slightly from the afterglow of the screen, and he showed the message to Rod. Nick had no idea what the message said.

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Nick (Mobile)

May 18, 2009 4:51:22 PM

Baby, Cayla was over here, and I made a terrible mistake. I slept with her- we need to talk right now.

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Vanessa's phone lit up once more, to the slight annoyance of the other theater goers. Within the last few minutes, she had made out with her boyfriend and taken several text messages, oblivious to the action onscreen. Only her stunning looks prevented anyone from confronting her- her beauty intimidated nearly everyone in her presence, and even more so strangers.

A wild thrill jolted her as she read the message. It pierced her heart and ripped her mind open in a single moment- it did so much damage that she sat there stunned and unsure of what to do. Her body posture slumped ever so slightly as the raw feelings began to overwhelm her. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream because in her life she had never been cheated on- it was ludicrous for any man who had gained her affections to even think about doing such a stupid act. 

Because having Vanessa Minnillo as your girlfriend is like heaven on earth- you have access to the sexiest, tightest body in Hollywood as well as the finest luxuries such a starlet is offered. Unfortunately, for this one example, it appeared to her that Nick had forsaken all what she was and chosen someone else. Her confidence was shattered. 

That cheating bastard! How could he do this and pretend that he loved me? And with all people, it had to be Cayla, it just had to be! Fuck him!

Right at that moment she felt a hand land solidly on her thigh. It gripped her smooth leg and slowly slid below the hem of her dress, making Vanessa look into Dwayne's eyes. They sparkled with the knowing of her vulnerability, only she had no clue of what he was doing.




In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 02



His thick, black fingers creeped further down her leg until they rested deeply under her dress. She still was overcome by Nick's confession and the shock of what Dwayne was doing to even move. 

Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Newton pushed his palm downward until it met the slinky silk panties she was wearing. The fabric was light and breathable and certainly driving Dwayne mad. He had to know what the lush scene looked like, but he was willing to wait his time. His fingers began to slide along the slippery fabric in a slow, grinding way until he could distinctly feel her genitalia. Her clit and its hood had begun to swell under his assault, while one finger traced the line between her pussy lips. Vanessa closed her eyes, but only after seeing his thick, hairy arm moving deeply under her dress. 

What is going on? I need this to stop.

She wrapped her hand around his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her panties. It only made him redouble his efforts, however. His fingers began pushing the panties inside the slit they had been arousing only moments before, and her pressure on his arm faded.

I'm just too upset right now. I need to get control of myself. Oh…

Dwayne had a huge finger now buried in her tiny cunt. He moved it rapidly in and out of her, and despite the panties shielding the invasion, Vanessa was feeling her pussy lips swell and a desperate need grow within her. It was a need that she would have never acted on if Nick had not betrayed her. It was a need from something deep inside her that desired the thought of doing something bad. It was the need of a female whose pussy was being toyed with and fucked without a regard for her own pleasure.  

Vanessa let out a tiny moan as he withdrew his hand from her pussy. 

"Baby, shhhh," he whispered. Gingerly placing his hands on her hips and using the darkness to its whole advantage, he hooked his fingers under the sides of her underwear and began to pull down. The blue little panties resisted at first, but soon gave. 

She watched quietly as her panties were stripped off her slender legs, exposing her freshly shaven cunt to him. Dwayne stared up her dress with an eerie smile, she noticed. 

It's like he's been waiting on this. This is so wrong!

Still, Vanessa sat unmoving as he peeled the panties all the way down her legs, until she had to raise her feet and allow them to fall off her body. He scooped them up off the floor quickly- they were turned inside out and the blue hues weakly reflected the screen's light. Dwayne stared at Vanessa's lush eyes as he brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled her musky scent, which elicited the girl to turn away shamefully.

I need to get out of here- this is too much for me! Just tonight.

Vanessa stood up quickly in front of Dwayne. Her sparkling silhouette in front of the movie screen was the sexiest feminine form he had ever seen: her toned arms and thick breasts led to an impossibly thin waist, which expanded to become an amazingly tight ass. Her plush rear garnered many of the men's eyes in the room, and it certainly had Dwayne's. 

She offered him a delicate hand. He accepted and stuffed her panties deep within his coat pocket. 

"We need to leave," she said in a demanding voice. It was the voice of a wanting girlfriend, and it made him stand up instantly. A girl like that did that to men.

***

His erection finally sprung into view and ended the seemingly endless battle against his pants. She gasped upon seeing his huge tool, full of ridges and veins running along its eleven inch length. The thickness of it made her attempts to grasp it in her hand laughable. The black paint on her nails matched the color of his penis and gave him the slightest bit of satisfaction knowing that to be the case.

The two lovers were both naked; they both frantically had removed each other's clothes upon crashing into Dwayne's apartment. He had taken particular care in lifting the glittering dress up and off her body. Her fresh, flawless skin was exposed in all its glory to him for the first time, and he could not have been more impressed. Her heavy breasts that had so tempted him earlier in the day were now rubbing against his hairy chest and the scene of her naked reminded him of the beautiful animal she was. 

"Oh so big, baby. I can't wait to put this in my pussy," she purred as she jerked the base of his cock. The scene of her pretty face sprouting such naughty words was a complete turn-on for Dwayne. 

"Why wait?" 

"Good question! I need you inside me right now!" She said in a teasing, girly voice, dragging her legs over his and straddling his body. Her hands held the base of his cock firmly and pointed it up to her tight slit. He noticed her taut, tanned thighs were struggling to maintain the posture above his dick.

"Baby, let me help you with that," he said. He placed his hands on her hips and her round ass and began to pull her down upon him. She hesitated for a moment and leaned forward to give him a sensual kiss. His black lips met her cherry red lips and marked the contrast between the two: a hairy black man and the impossibly beautiful Vanessa Minnillo. Their tongues began to fight each other's in a wild sexual battle.

"Oh yeah," she moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed her tight, silky ass all over. The feeling was so naughty to her, and got more so as his cock began its way into her vagina. Vanessa's pussy lips began to spread over his enormous tool as he pulled her ass down hard upon him.

"Take it baby girl," he said, "Let me stretch you out." 

"Ahhh, give it to me daddy. Oh, oh my god! Ah, Ah!" She screamed as his impossibly thick tool was wedged into her tight pussy. The pink lining of her folds was pushed out and around his slick pole, making her cute pussy change shape as it tried to accommodate the huge invader. Vanessa wiggled her ass in an effort to get him inside her, but the progress was stopped as her pussy clung stubbornly to his oversized cock.

"I need some lube, baby. You're tearing me apart," the half Filipino, half white stunner moaned, still stuck on top of him. He laughed and moved his sweaty black hands on her fresh thighs, marking their contrast of skin color and adding to the naughtiness of their fucking. 

"You haven't had a dick this big inside you before? Go on, tell me," he said.

"Ow, this is really hurting me, okay? Is that the lube?" She asked, leaning over to the counter and accidentally driving another centimeter deep inside of her.

"Ahh my god! You are so fucking thick," she said.

Vanessa squirted a dollop of the creamy liquid into her palm and clapped her hands together. Both of her hands were now covered in lubrication, and she smiled sweetly at him despite the obvious pain throbbing from her pussy. Dwayne's eyes drifted to her lush, upturned breasts- those same mounds that had drawn his interest and arousal earlier that night in his desire to tit-fuck her. Still, having her stuck on his dick was a solid consolation. 

The cutie shifted her body up and off of Dwayne for a brief moment to stroke his cock with her lubricated hands. His sleek dick, already moist from her stretched pussy's juices, was coated with a messy coat of the stuff as her hands tried to fit around him. Of course, her pretty hands had already proved that impossible- it only made her efforts look comical and emphasize the ridiculousness of his huge size. 

Dwayne looked on amusingly at the scene. This girl sure is something; I love how she is still cute and so fucking demanding. Everyone wants to fuck her.

He began to buck into her and pull down even harder. About half of his length was driven into her and more was penetrating her with every thrust.

Oh my god, his cock is so thick! Fucking him like this, how bad am I?

She bucked on top of him wildly as he drove inside of her with all his might. The huge cock had somehow slipped all the way into her overstretched cunt, and she loved it. Never before had she had such frantic sex. Looking down between her legs as she rubbed her clit, his massive tool was surging deeper and deeper within her perfect body, ready to seed her and make her his. 

"Oh daddy, fuck me! Ah, ah, ah, ah!" She wailed with each deep penetration inside her body. Her lavish breasts rolled up and down with each thrust, drawing Newton's attention. With one particularly hard thrust, she brought her body closer up top of his. Of course, this left her tits right in front of her lover's mouth, and he took immediate advantage by taking one of her pink buds deep within his mouth. His thick lips sucked on it so hard she began to gasp, but then he suckled it more gently as a baby would. 

Vanessa's pretty face contorted sharply in unspeakable agony as her first orgasm washed over her, her silken shoulders sliding up and down with her tit still stuck deep within his mouth. She bit her lip and gasped for air.

"Oh I'm cumming, baby, baby, ahhh!" 

Her pussy, already very tight upon his cock, ripped away all the space between the two lovers and clenched so tightly that he nearly felt pain. A gushing of sticky fluid rushed out of her body and down his sodden dick, already shining in a mixture of lubrication and her body fluids. 

"Oh god," she moaned loudly.

Newton released the tender bud from his mouth roughly- her usually perfect, shiny skin was marred by the intense sucking he had given her. A red mark surrounded her nipple.

Seeing the sexy girl cum on top of him was too much, and he too began to get close to orgasm. 

"Shit girl, I'm close! Yeah that's it, fuck me baby- use that big cock," he whispered menacingly.

Her slick, golden skin was so covered in sweat that droplets ran down her face. Vanessa's hair clung to her face in messy, wet curls that shone each time she moved up and down his upright cock. 

The scene of his dark dick penetrating her tanned, cute pussy was such a turn on for Dwayne that he surged ever deeper inside of her. It was so naughty! He bucked into her as hard as he could, surely entering the girl's unprotected womb, eliciting a yelp from her.

"God, your pussy is so good!" He screamed while sliding his hands over her body and settling them on her glistening ass, making her look down at her stretched pussy. It had been fucked for so long and so hard that it was barely recognizable from the tiny, pink pussy he had first penetrated hours before. When Dwayne had told her he intended to stretch her out, he was not kidding.

A surge of an orgasm tore through his body, pushing his body frantically against hers. The meaty slapping of their bodies was distinct and growing ever louder as he neared release. His balls touched her ass as she took him completely for one final time. She squeezed her muscles around the cock that was deep within her womb. So tight was the sensation that he stared at her beautiful, freshly fucked face, the delicious canal of her golden cleavage, and the sight of her slender body being impaled upon the largest cock she had ever taken. That was all he needed.

Dwayne had never shot a larger load of cum in his life. The love juice spurted in a torrent like a fire hose, and it didn't seem to stop for thirty seconds. It seeped from his hairy, black balls to the depths of her unprotected womb, and the load was deposited in such a blast that her pussy overflowed. Droplets of their lovemaking, mostly his cum, covered the entrance of her vagina as well as the slight pubic mound above. 

It was such a naughty sight for both of them to see his dark cock still moving slowly inside her well-fucked pussy. The veins and ridges of his penis were so grotesque in comparison to her lovely body that is was all so wrong. The former TRL host had just taken a pounding that she would never forget- it reminded her of all the offers rappers had given her. To use her. And that's exactly what Newton had just done. He had fucked and possibly impregnated her in a way that was so raw and dirty that she could only wonder what the consequences would be. Vanessa wondered if any of the many sperm swimming around in her pussy had hatched itself onto one of her fertile eggs, and the thought slipped from her mind as she tried to understand the magnitude of what she had just done. Her legs had spread themselves for another man- how could she go forward from here? 

I love Nick. I do. What have I done?

She slowed the steady milking rhythm of her hips until she had stopped completely. The two lovers were both still for a moment as their fucking finally ceased. Her defilement complete, Vanessa got off Dwayne and lay down exhausted, her breasts heaving at the orgasm she just had.

He curled behind her curvy ass and pushed her onto her side so the two were in a spooning position. Their bodies melded together in an unholy partnership, and she closed her eyes shamefully. The excitement that had surged when they had begun touching each other was replaced by an awkward silence. 

She sighed, making her fatigue visible to him.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" He asked, twisting a finger into her soaked hair.

"I don't know. Like how the fuck am I supposed to get out of this? I fucked you, one of my boyfriend's good friends and now have no damn clue what it means or how to deal with it, okay? That's so, so shitty," she said.

"Don't think about him, baby, you're with me now," he said tenderly, "Why worry about him when he cheated on you?"

"Wow, you're a really great friend- you just seduced me when I was vulnerable and now want me to leave my boyfriend? God this is fucked up."

"You wanted it. You know it, Vanessa. Somewhere inside that pretty head of yours you are a naughty girl, and if you can't handle it, Nick would find out sooner or later anyways. I'm looking out for him- if his girlfriend was like you," he said, sliding a hand between the cheeks of her pert ass, "then it would break his heart, knowing that she needs to be used in such a nasty way to be satisfied. And that's exactly what you are- you're a pretty girl who is used to getting everything you want, only this time this is something you need."

Vanessa blinked suddenly, taking in his words. Maybe he does have a slight point, but this was ONE night. So I don't need to flip my life upside down because of one stupid decision. Guys are going to need me in two days and ten years, and Nick will always love me. 

"You're my girl now as much as you don't want to admit it, baby. I know you want to be Nick's wholesome girlfriend, but don't lie to yourself; you can't be what you aren't supposed to be. That is why we fucked tonight," he said.

"I don't know- I'm just really confused right now," she said quietly. Her voice trailed off at the end, making their embrace even more awkward. To make matters worse, she was beginning to fully comprehend the possible ramifications of her subversion. 

Maybe Nick did cheat, or whatever happened, I need to talk to him. I miss him! 

"So tell me about winning Miss Teen USA. Did you think it'd end up with you fucking guys like me?"

She closed her eyes as the guilt and shame overcame her. Only she was now wise enough to realize that her needs as a girl- sexual needs, that is, were the reason she had come back to his place and allowed him to have his way with her. It had been the roughest pounding she had ever taken, yet a part of her knew that she would be back for more.



In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 03



Nars sat on his couch with a blank expression on his face. So much had gone on the previous two days that he didn't know where to start. Only a day before, his relentless boss had told him to prepare the studio for a shoot of Vanessa Minnillo, only to text Nars later that it was canceled. It was a confusing turn of events for the young photographer, who had already fudged a moral line in his dealings with Isabel.

The portfolio from his shoot with the Argentinean stunner still lay on his table, unmoved and daunting as ever. It shone ever so slightly and in Nars' mind, seemed to be staring at him. There was a roll of film within it that held the key to Newton's dreams of a GTM empire. Only it was done in such a way that intimidated Nars to a point of inaction. He only hoped to placate his boss now.

The dirty dishes still sat in his sink. The smell from Aubrey's failed cheese dip wafted towards him with each swirl of his fan. It was so strong and vile that Nars began to look around for options. Maybe a walk or something would clear his head, he imagined. 

One more scent of the smell pushed him to his feet and out the door. Nars grabbed his coat on the way, and upon opening the door was relieved to smell the fresh air. The air swirled around in gusts- masses of leaves rolled over the deserted street ahead, in fact the sweet air hit his nostrils in the way only it can before a huge storm looms.

The darkness of the day was surprising to Nars- he was used to much cheerier weather, especially for late May. The way the stark American flags waved in the wind was startling. Still, such days did not come around often for him- he had no work, no responsibility to work, and essentially nothing to think about except for the ten grand hidden under his bed.

Nar's neighborhood lacked sidewalks, and as a result, neighbors did not really meet each other; people had to walk in the streets themselves, and on a gloomy day like this, he appeared like a downtrodden figure on a hopeless path. His feet carefully moved ahead, always sure to avoid the cracks on the side of the street.

At that moment, a series of raindrops whizzed by his ears and hit the street, making the dull concrete a darker shade. A steady downpour enveloped the street as trees began to sway violently. The searing wind ripped at his body, exposing him to the growing storm. Soon his head was blasted by a flurry of moisture, soaking his face and obscuring his vision. 

"Just my fucking luck," he said, wiping off his face. His tan skin was soaked to the very pore. He felt a few drops slide down his nose, and he knew he had to look like a total mess.

Drawing his slick hair back on top of his head, Nars had had enough. He traced his feet along the curve of another endless street, one that would meander its way back to his house. At this point, he did not care if it took him a while to get home. At some point, a wet man can't get much wetter.

At fifteen minutes from his house, a sexy BMW Z4 Roadster sped by him and kicked a swath of mud onto his path. The chrome wheels screamed and clung to the road tightly as it roared by. Nars jumped in surprise- it was rare for anyone to drive in his lonely neighborhood, much less a car like that. All too soon, the blur disappeared, and he heard it a few seconds later shift into a different gear, much like the sound of a whining devil.

To Nars' surprise, the same car was parked in his driveway upon his arrival. The well-formed curves of the automobile were sensual in nature and seemed completely out of place on his humble, cracked driveway. Its blue coat sparkled in the still-misting rain as droplets ran down its sides. 

He couldn't remember seeing such an expensive automobile- the sight of it being in his driveway utterly mystified him. Nars shuffled forward slowly. He peered at the tinted windows, but only his miserable reflection stared back. He couldn't tell if anyone was in the car at all—

"Hey? Excuse me, who is this?" He asked, tapping on the glossy window. 

There was no response. Nars shrugged- he figured maybe a neighbor had parked in his driveway on accident, or perhaps there was a party next door. However, no music could be heard, and his neighbor on that side was an elderly gentleman who had never strayed in any way, only to chat with him sometimes in the yard. Surely no one the old man knew drove a powerful machine like that!

He opened his front door slowly- the doorknob moved too easily. Shit! Nars realized in his haste to escape the cheese dip he had forgotten to lock the door. 

The door clumsily shut behind him, and this time he made a point to lock it. The bolt made a satisfying click and fit snuggly into place. He made a mental note to not leave his door unlocked, especially with shady characters like Dwayne, Rod, and Phillip now in his life. 

"God that sucked," he said with a tiny chuckle, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes. His fan still spun lazily, only this time it reminded him of his soaked state as he felt goose bumps on his limbs. He felt another wave of air hit his exposed skin, making his situation all the more unbearable. 

Nars shuddered slightly as he walked into his bedroom. At least he would be able to change into a nice, dry set of clothes and go from there. It wasn't like he had anything to do anyways. In fact, he hoped to catch an NBA playoff game as they were very entertaining to him. 

Kobe is so close to getting his fourth ring, he thought, although LeBron may end up being better. Really if you think…

All those thoughts vanished from his mind as he saw the figure lying on his bed. It was the ever beautiful Isabel María Muñoz, and she looked as relaxed as could be sprawled out on her back. On his bed! 

"I needed to talk to you! Come here," she said sweetly, patting the bedspread beside her.

She was a visage of absolute perfection, her body covered in a dark blue lace garter set that was too sexy to put into words. It held her body in a way that oozed pure sex, a way that was cut for her body only. Without a doubt she knew her own sensual power, she had to! 

Isabel's lithe legs were covered in pale blue nylon stockings that met the lace garter higher on her creamy thighs. And at the apex of her legs were her frilly panties. They looked simply delicious in the way they hid her pussy. Nars knew a tight, juicy pussy lay underneath the expensive underwear- and the way she held herself, she also knew it to be true. 

Further up, above the girl's smooth stomach were the two most perfectly formed breasts Nars had ever seen. He stared at the incredible perkiness of them- how they completely filled out the lacey cups and pushed just a bit harder at the fabric, how they surely had plush nipples at their ends just waiting to be sucked. He imagined placing his face in the lavish space between them and her pushing them tightly against his face- it would surely be heaven.

Nars stood dripping in the doorway. He simply couldn't move. She was the last thing he had expected to see in his bedroom, and the outfit she was wearing made it even more preposterous. His fingers rubbed his weary eyes, and he blinked several times.

Isabel was still there, smiling at him faintly. Only he wasn't just looking at her face anymore.

It was like she had fallen straight from one of their previous photo shoots onto his bed. Looking at her, his cock twitched as blood pounded into it heavily. Within seconds he had an angry erection which strained against his pants. 

"I said, come here!" She said this time more impatiently.

"Um—Isabel, what?"

She leapt to her feet, making her silken hair fall around her face. She was forced to push the hair up and up of her face, which struck Nars' as a cute gesture.

"You see, Nars? I'm fucking desperate," she said, "Do you know all I've done the last two days?"

She took his hand in hers and led him to the bed. The two sat gently on opposing ends as Isabel studied his fact acutely.

"I did things I never dreamed of. You're it for me, hon," she said simply.

Nars still held her hand and upon her saying this, began to feel bad for her. She looked down, but he noticed her eyes finally belied a vulnerability that he had never seen. He gripped her slight hand tighter.

"You're going to be okay. It's going to be all better," he said.

"I- I just need someone to help me," she said, "Like these guys, fucking up my career, you will help, yes?"

Isabel brushed her hair again over her ear, drawing his eyes to her worried gaze. Her cute forehead wrinkled slightly in a way that tore at his heart. Nars had to find a way to help this girl!

***

Sweat poured down Night Train's face as he frantically thrust his hips forward. He and his lovely new girl Vanessa were moving together in their unholy union in the back of his limousine. His thick black hands rested on her slender waist and drifted down her slick body to grip her hips, where he began to roughly knead her skin, all the while sliding his monstrous cock into her pussy. 

Her head was pushed deeply into the seat cushion, and with each thrust she moaned slightly. The hair that usually spilled sexily over her shoulders was bound tightly into a single pigtail. The glistening brunette strand snaked down her perfect back to lay right above her ass.

Dwayne pulled on her hair so hard Vanessa reared her head back. The shift of her body was abrupt- her plump rear arched upward, making her glistening ass even more of a target.

"Aw shit, girl. Work that dick like the naughty bitch you are," he whispered into her now upturned head. Vanessa could only accept the punishment- she could not move her head as long as he held her hair. And oh what punishment it was. She again felt her birth canal being violated by Dwayne.

His dark tool plunged deeply into her, evoking yet another moan from the girl. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Baby, you're so big!" 

Night Train looked down at her body so readily milking his cock, writhing against him in a desperate attempt to fuck places inside her still untouched. He obliged her fully. His hands groped along her sleek sides, touching her creamy breasts which hung low as they fucked. They wobbled violently with each thrust- her dark nipples were so hard Dwayne had to pinch them and make the buds even sharper.

Vanessa bucked her body back against him as hard as she ever had. Her pink pussy lips spread tightly over his black cock; the sight was amazing in how a girl with such a tight, high-class pussy could envelope a man of his size. He paid her no heed and thrust harder and harder inside of her, disregarding the tremendous stretching her pussy had to be taking. 

Her perfectly formed ass, much like a curved heart, was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It moved deliciously- she thrust it back, while he thrust forward, combining to make an awesome impact on every penetration, giving her body more of what it wanted than it could take. Vanessa's love hole was stretched to its maximum around him- his cock was doing its job in delivering a pounding to her pussy.

Meanwhile, thoughts raced through Vanessa's pretty head, which was crushed against the car seat. 

How can I be doing this? I can't be his girl, I can't be. This is just harmless makeup sex- Nick and I will get back together again. Maybe. Why can't I make my mind?

All the while the limo rocked back and forth because of their gyrations. The expensive leather labored underneath them, adding noise to the slapping of their bodies. His hairy black balls slammed against her smooth thighs as he pistoned inside her; her attempts at fucking his cock had slowed considerably- Vanessa gasped for air.

"Baby girl, how you feeling?" 

"You know I'm sore, Dwayne. It hurts how hard we do it," she said in a somewhat girly voice. The voice returned within her head…

He keeps calling me baby girl. It's all so wrong, like I'm supposed to be with him or something. We just fuck, not like we're making love at all. God Vanessa!

Night Train could see the flicker of uncertainty pass across her beautiful face, and he began to wonder about her as well. A girl like her would only fuck a guy like him in extreme circumstances- certainly his men had done a job in making his seduction of her possible. Still, it took something more- a need inside her perhaps, to be used and thrown away by him that turned her on so much. With the repeated poundings of her pussy, he had little doubt her now cute pussy would be stretched to obscene levels. 

He suspected she had been fawned over by guys her whole life- they had offered so much to her and complimented her to the point of boredom. Night Train on the other hand, was something of an enigma to her. He remembered how she had displayed a polite interest in him as they had met. He had complimented her profusely then, and it did not excite her in the least. The thought that she would be gasping naked at the end of his dick was not only unlikely, but it was raw, the one feeling she had yet to feel in her life. He was giving her plenty of raw emotions, and he intended to go further. 

Dwayne smiled evilly, his toothy grin dotting his face. With a slight twitch, his cock slipped from her well-fucked confines, drawing a whimper from the girl. His tool glimmered in her juices- the thickness obscured by veins and ridges that only moments before had been deep inside her innocent, pink hole. 

"Ugh, Dwayne, I need you inside me," she moaned. Her braided head did not even move- it was obvious to him she expected his cock to be nestled back inside her some way or another. He chose another way.

He moved his hands to her meaty ass and slid her ass checks apart, exposing her slit once more as well as her tiny asshole. Her bronzed, perfect skin felt so amazing in his hands- and her ass had such peachiness to it that his urge to fuck her grew powerfully.

Dwayne adjusted his huge glistening tool to rest above her pussy. She gasped as she realized what his intent was. At that moment, he began to push forward into her ass.

"What the fuck! Oh God, Dwayneeee!" 

Vanessa's tiny hole was being invaded by him- in fact it was the first time her cute ass had been fucked. A few of her previous boyfriends had thrust their tongues in and out of her in an innocent way, but none had dare thought to do as he was doing. His monstrous black cock stretched her slowly, until his head slipped deep inside her. It made a plopping noise as he did.

"You're tearing me apart! Ow, ow, ow, so deep!" She screamed.

The sensation on his cock was simply unreal. As amazingly tight as her pussy was, her ass was even tighter. He could feel her muscles clamp down on him as she moaned- the trembling of her body surged up into his own body.

Dwayne was stuck deep inside her; he couldn't thrust forward or backward. Her back buckled as fatigue hit her limp body, making her rear push up to a better angle for him. He tried to move inside her and did- her widely stretched ass tried to wink shut while he pulled out slightly. 

She closed her eyes tightly. The feeling of him moving in her ass was so painful and foreign that she truly did not know how to react. His thickness had stretched her ass to an impossible level- Vanessa knew her defilement was reaching new levels.

What the fuck happened to me? I need to get a hold of myself- but my body needs this- this sick shit. Nick-

At that moment he bucked as hard as he could back into her, and her winking anus was once again stuffed to capacity. The girl wailed as she was forced to submit once more to Night Train.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- baby what are you doing to me?"

"You need this, you little slut," he gritted. He wrapped his long fingers on her shining curved ass, kneading the flesh and watching it bounce back to shape. Her whole body was lurching forward violently- from the point of her unholy contact with him all the way to her gorgeous face pressed so crassly into the seat.

Dwayne pushed into her at a frantic pace. Her rear passage was not afforded a chance to recover in between his thrusts- Vanessa's hole merely took the punishment it was taking and offered no further resistance. 

Vanessa wailed in intense pain and pleasure as her body was violated. It brought out the animal in Dwayne- this girl was something else!

"This hurts, baby! Ow!"

He gradually slowed his assault on her body until he lay unmoving in her bowels. His black cock plugged her rear solidly still- the perfect ass before him bore the brunt of the most savage fucking it had ever taken. Slight bruises and sweat covered her behind.

Dwayne slipped out of her as quickly as he had entered. He left behind her abused holes, both stretched significantly by his doing. It was still a sexy sight- her asshole winked at him as it tried unsuccessfully to close. A little fluid dribbled out of her well-fucked ass. He had fucked her to the point of nearly ruining her, but he knew that would not be the case. A girl like her could take such a pounding, and was beginning to need it.

"Come here, girl. Give daddy a kiss," he said.

She feebly rolled her body towards him, drawing her legs together once more. Vanessa leaned her face forward- Night Train joined her in a touching embrace. His right hand gingerly traced her chin, while his left touched her bare shoulder. 

His tongue entered her mouth as their lips met. The feeling was pure heaven for Dwayne- the stunner sucked his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth, all the while giving him complete access to her tits, which he now fondled affectionately. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned into his mouth.

Her lips aggressively sucked on his- the cherry color of her mouth made a startling contrast to his thick, darker lips. Vanessa's sweet skin was so perfect, her beauty so startling, that the image of their coupling was unnatural.

As unnatural as it was, Night Train had achieved the seemingly impossible- and his goal in the first place. She was completely into him. Well, he did see the occasional look of doubt on her face, but as long as she believed Nick was at fault, she would be his. 

Vanessa's sultry eyes peered deeply into his own, trying to understand him and why he wanted her so badly. She moved her head away slowly. 

"I care for you," she began, "But I hope you'll understand I need to talk to Nick first- he was my boyfriend." 

"Girl, what have we been doing? You'll be singing the same old song with him," he said.

"I understand you have feelings about that, but listen, I don't fuck around with guys randomly, okay? I need time, and if you respect me, you'll give me that."

Dwayne moved his hands behind her head, even as she was talking. He drew her head down to his engorged erection, which still dominated the space in between them. All too soon her lips wrapped around his length for the first time.

The skin of Vanessa's alluring face bulged as his thickness violated her mouth in a way she had never experienced. He slid his fingers along her delicate braid, making sure to feel the intricate weaving of her hair. Her silken strands felt like angel's hair in his hands.

Her innocence was so sexy, and part of why having his cock deep in her mouth was so naughty. Vanessa's eyes remained glued on his as she slipped her tongue all over his pussy destroying tool. A layer of her spit covered him- it was nine inches from the tip of his cock, signifying only two inches remained to be stuffed in her mouth.

"Sweetie, you learned to suck some dick. Let me guess, it was either the pageant or MTV?"

She moaned her approval- he really didn't care where she learned how to give a blowjob. It just surprised him how sensual her eyes were while doing it. 

Dwayne's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The feeling of her wet, hot mouth slurping on his dick was as powerful a feeling he had ever had. Her teeth gently scraped his thick ridges and veins, drawing a surge of electricity through his body. His thighs momentarily buckled, and although he righted himself, his balls began to stir.




In the Night Train's Eye Ch. 03



Vanessa consumed the last two inches of him and pressed her nose deep in his pubic bush. His sweaty hair clung to her face, which looked like an over pumped ball- there was so much cock inside her. Her tongue continually slithered on him, and he could feel the constricting depths of her throat, so tight and milking.

"Ahh, ahh holy shit, girl! That's it! Ahh shit!"

Torrents of his cum squirted from his cock, coating every inch of her lush mouth and sliding down her throat. He buckled his hips weakly and saw a purple blob in his vision as the feeling overwhelmed him. 

Slowly, his vision came back to him, and what a sight greeted him. Vanessa finally slid her head off of his cock, which wiped more even more cum on her chin. Her face looked tired and well-fucked- certainly the strings of cum around her mouth hanging and sticking to her tits were partly to blame. She stuck out her tongue playfully. It was coated in his cum.

Vanessa swirled her pigtail along her face, making her look like an innocent schoolgirl, before swallowing the load of cum noisily. She giggled slightly.

"It's good for the skin, right?" She said, wiping the globs of sperm into her already flawless, bronzed skin. Her breasts heaved as she did, and his eyes fell on her purple nipples. His cum was splattered on them as well, dripping off her feminine buds, making her the hottest mess he had ever seen.

***

"Isabel, we're going to find a way out. It starts here- you have got to trust me! Dwayne trusts me a bit, so we need to act the part. What you have to do is stay the course, don't try running away again," Nars said intently.

The girl before him was worlds away from the brash, cocky model he had originally met. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked away, at anything but him. 

"That is so easy to say. I thought I'd come over here and fuck you and get out of this mess. Now I can't even do that," she said. A tiny sob escaped her throat.

"Sometimes I feel my looks are a curse! Mi papa told me to be careful," she said, "and I feel so lost sometimes."

Isabel bowed her head and began to sob in earnest now. Her breasts billowed softly, and her well toned arms clutched her knees, bringing them up to her body. He could not deny the sexual power she had, but foremost he saw a crying girl in need of help. Nars put an arm around her bare shoulders, slightly pulling her body closer to his. He smiled when she cradled her pretty face in the nook of his shoulder.

Her sultry scent again reminded him of the situation- he had an Argentinean supermodel almost in his lap. She moved even closer, molding her tight curves to his body. Her hair spilled over his shoulders as she bent up and looked him dead in the eye. Once more, the fiery lust he had seen in her earlier seemed to emerge. 

"You find me attractive, yes?" She said, this time with more of an edge.

"Uh- sure, Isabel. What are you getting at?" He asked, confused.

"You say that pig trusts you. Wouldn't it help him if he could trust me, hon? If he thought," she continued, "that I was really into you, that gives us an excuse to see each other, making a plan out. Plus, I can't stay home alone anymore, it's horrible!"

"I really don't know. That would be messing with his valuable property," he said to her angry look, "Sorry, I know! He has this new girl anyways. The worst that happens is he tells us to cut it out."

Isabel's face flashed a cute smile at his reply. He again noticed her stunning beauty, and just how close the girl was to being on top of him. Their skin moved against each others in a hypnotic rhythm as he hugged her, bringing her slinky curves right against him. The lace of her underwear and bra rubbed his body- Nars was getting ready to explode.

She blew into his ear ever so slightly, making his neck hairs stand up on end and sending fuel to his swelling bulge. His hand dropped down her back until it rested firmly on her lace covered ass. She pushed her ass back playfully, making her amazing ass even more round, which also thrust her proud breasts against his chest. The plush cleavage was pushed hard against him, and her mounds conformed to his body as they did. 

Isabel kissed his neck slightly, using her perfect plump lips to suck gently at first, then harder. She moaned into him, giving him the thrill of feeling her sexual essence flow through him. 

"Nars, do you want me to be your fake girlfriend?" She said lazily, still slurping on his neck.

"Yes…" he said with his eyes closed.

"And do you want to protect me, and help me get out of this shit?" She said sexily, drawing out the last word. She flipped her lush hair wildly so that it whipped his face, covering him with her scent and blacking out his vision. It had to be a dream!

"Yes, of course."

"Do you want to put that hand into my panties? We are," she whispered into his ear, "a couple now are we not? Is that not what couples do?"

His fingers wormed through the layers of nylon and lace to finally touch her ass in its most natural form. He pushed her blue panties down until they lay below her rear, allowing him to stare at her ass in all its glory. It was the shape of two perfect orbs joined together in a manner no woman had ever been constructed. The curves were downright evil in their powers of seduction- men could go crazy lusting after such a woman. But here she was, slowly seducing him, begging for him to use her. 

Along the crease of her smooth buns was a small tan line, surely from years of modeling thongs and other sexy underwear. It was only a tad paler than the rest of her tanned, nubile body, but it sent more blood to his growing gristly member. 

He kneaded the flesh in his hands, pulling her cheeks apart and mashing them back together again. It was an altogether amazing feeling to be groping such a filly, he thought. 

His fingers palmed the round mounds, struggling to grip them both, before squeezing and testing their plumpness. They both passed and as expected snapped back into their perfect form upon his release. 

"Isabel, you are so sexy. The guys down south must go crazy over you!" He said.

"Mmmm, they do. Let's stop the talking, already, Nars. Put it inside me."

He blinked quickly in disbelief. This girl had been crying moments earlier, and now she wanted to have sex with him? In his mind, it clearly did not add up. Throughout their whole relationship to this point, they had been prickly and at best cordial, making her request all the more unusual.

"I- I think we should wait on sex, okay? You're upset, and we need to keep our minds straight," he said reluctantly. 

"If we get attached, how can we help each other? You know Dwayne would use that against us as well as anybody. I'm sorry, sweetie." 

The supermodel still sat in his lap facing him; only he wasn't looking at her. Over her shoulder and in the doorway stood two figures, one tall and muscled, the other short with an odd haircut. They emerged from the darkness quietly, creepily, until they stared no more than ten feet away. Isabel read his growing eyes carefully and wrapped her smooth arms around his neck. She buried her cute head in his chest and made a small whimper.

"Well fuck Nars! All you had to do was sit on your ass for a few days, and you couldn't even do that? And now you're fucking the boss' girl- that takes some serious balls!" Rod said in delight. The small man stroked his dirty rattail as he stared at the gorgeous girl in Nars' lap. His dirty fingernails slowly clicked together and landed on his belt, hidden by a grubby shirt.

He flipped his shirt up, much as he did to Nick Lachey, exposing a rusty pistol hidden in his belt. Rod's smile was radiant as he did it; Phillip could only offer an annoyed scowl.

"Put that pistol away, you idiot. Nars didn't do shit wrong. In fact, it looks like he's done a lot right. You wouldn't mind if we cut in?" 

Phillip used his thick arms to grab the girl's slender waist and bring her to her feet. She recoiled at his touch, so much so that her body shuddered, bringing her tight ass directly in contact with his crotch. Her smooth garter clad legs followed suit as he pulled her even closer. He stared at her perfect ass, which was still exposed due to her panties being pulled down. The way her skin seemed to conform beautifully to her every move, to every sleek arch and curve of her body was endlessly sexy to the two henchmen, who fully intended to make her moan.

Phillip unzipped his pants quickly, bringing out his huge piece of meat. It was as thick at its tip as it was at its base, but the throttling, purple head gave it an evil appearance in contrast to her heavenly cheeks. Her silken skin, so fresh and tight, squeezed against his body- and his cock entered her from behind. 

Isabel's smooth pussy lips split widely around his dick as he eased forward. Her tight pussy gripped his shaft stubbornly, making each small thrust into her an adventure unto itself. The purple headed monster fought against her pink folds, moving faster and deeper with every movement, and the girl struggled to get off him. Her writhing hips, however, only made their dance more sensual and spurned him on harder.

"That's it baby, you remember now! This is how you wanted earlier, hard and in charge, you tight slut!"

Nars and Rod watched on in silence at the two mating before them. The scene was so wrong that words couldn't do it justice. The stunning filly was doubled over now, with her hands nearly touching the floor, as the huge man ground deeper and deeper into her fresh cunt. Her hair hung wildly around her face, obscuring her beauty and refocusing the attention of her exposed, shining ass. With each savage thrust, her flesh wobbled for a second and snapped back into place- she was being used for her body, and for now her looks were a curse.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, you pig! Please stop!"

Phillip pulled out of her just a suddenly, his angry tool glistening from their juices. It bobbed in the air steadily as he grabbed the girl once more. He took a seat in a dusty recliner across the room, still maintaining a grip on the girl's arm.  

"What are you doing? Ahh!" She wailed.

He twisted his face into an alligator smile while looking at her distraught face. It was amazing to finally have his way with the girl who had aroused him so much the day before. He knew as he had fingered her cunt that she was very tight, and by feeling her ass he knew it to be perfect as well. The one part of her body he had not explored was her breasts.

The expensive lace bra clung to them faithfully in spite of her situation- the slinky, sweaty mounds of flesh bounced ever so slightly with her every move. They looked downright delicious; he had to suck them dry. Using his left hand, he carefully pushed down the lavish bra, which left her bullet-like nipples peaking over the top. Their darkening color left no doubt in his mind that she was getting aroused, yet she continued to protest.

"Nars, please do something! Anything, droga!" 

Rod gave the photographer an amused look: they both knew they were not going to intervene in this instance. Nars could only sit and watch Phillip force the girl to submit.

The large man began milking the girl's tender buds, sucking and slurping noisily as his lips enveloped her breasts. He whipped his tongue lazily around her nipples. Slowly a layer of his saliva covered her normally flawless cleavage- her skin reflected his face as he repeatedly dove to her nipples and sucked on them like a hungry baby. 

He then placed his face between her lush breasts and frantically swung his head side to side. Her chest wobbled obscenely under his assault, and her nipples practically touched either one of his ears. His dirty hair smeared against her nubile body- the long strands stuck to her flesh, all the while his face was hidden amongst her body. Her supermodel breasts, which had earned her so much money, were being debased by an overgrown henchman with no concept of her value. Phillip's long tongue snaked out of his mouth, licking every inch of her delicious cleavage. 

"Damn Phillip! Who knew you liked whole milk? Let's get this going already!" Rod laughed.

Phillip reluctantly withdrew his face from her body. Left in its wake was a mess of spit, red skin, and two seemingly very aroused nipples. They jiggled slightly with her heaving chest. The sight fueled his lust- defiling such a sweet girl was wrong in every sense of the word, but doing it seemed equally right. 

He stood up. Once more the large man's body dwarfed hers. Only this time he began stroking his cock rapidly. The grisly tool surged in his hand, growing larger and larger with each thick pound of his fist, making her eyes grow wide as she watched the scene. The mushroom shaped head shone evilly in the room's low lighting, allowing the girl plenty of time to realize what was coming. She tried to back her head away from him, but he slid a hand behind her pretty head, effectively keeping her in place. It afforded her an excellent view to see his cock up close, to see what only moments before had been buried deep inside her cunt, and what had bulged against her the previous night. It was tan in appearance, but the distinguishing characteristic was the veins that ran along its length. They knotted in bundles here and there and easily provided all the blood his angry erection needed. 

His rough hands mauled his piece of meat, stroking the swollen head until it looked ready to explode. The purple end stopped; he hesitated and let loose. A light whisper escaped his lips.

"I love you…" 

Streams of hot cum sprayed all over her gorgeous face, covering her feminine beauty in a wash of pure evil. It dripped down her long eyelashes onto her nose, then onto her full, pristine lips. Not an inch of her face escaped the corrupting bathing he had given her- the white layers coated her face like several layers of paint, each affirming his dominance over her. Droplets oozed down her breasts in an equally degrading way- her swollen nipples finally were covered in a white puddle. Only it wasn't milk. 

***

Later that night, a solitary beep sounded from Vanessa's cell phone. The light from the phone briefly illuminated the covers on her bed, only there was no one around to notice. Her usually neat room was littered with expensive dresses and high heels- many thousands of dollars were invested in the outfits. There were halter dresses, strapless dresses, sequined minis, and a good many bare-backed, hip-hugging dresses that only a girl like Vanessa Minnillo could fill out. Strewn across the floor were skimpy thong panties- lace, silk, and certainly of the highest quality. It was a rush of unkempt youth- she had been to a number of parties and events the last week.

Atop her lavish sheets, the phone beeped once more. It fell silent for several minutes until a persistent ringing came from it. Seven loud rings came and went. Still, no one picked it up- and a message appeared upon its dully lit screen.

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Nick (Mobile)

May 19, 2009 9:37:23 PM

You have to come see me. They tricked you, baby. Please call me!

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The phone and its message remained unseen and unheard by the one person it was meant for. And Night Train intended it that way.