An E&I Star Is Born part 1

An E&I Star Is Born - part 1 by Talespinner Edited by Stormbringer 'Have we realy sunk this far,' thought the woman looking at the old warehouse near the docks of New York. This was a modeling agency? She missed the modern towers of glass in downtown Manhatten. Late afternoon in New York and the dynamic, crowded city did not even notice the two beautiful women walking in their high fashion clothes into the E&I modeling agency. With her sure authoritative walk, and more than a little arrogant bearing, Caroline Deveroux closed the distance to the entrance. Her long blonde hair swaying with her movement, her bright blue eyes hidden by her shades, even covered by her smart suit, anyone could tell she was a buxom woman. She kept her large bubble butt and full breasts hidden inside the heavy clothes. The woman exuded class and good looks. She was tall, with a thin build, her extra weight residing in her hips and breasts. She looked no more than 30, though she was already 36. Jessica Deveroux, her only daughter, walked behind her, submissively as always. The eighteen year old blonde looked like a younger version of her mother, just taller, standing 5'10". She has the same blonde hair, only lighter, almost platinum, her doe-like blue eyes are big and curious, and her frame follows the same pattern, where her mother has impressive 38 DD breasts, the daughter has a big 36D cup, but much firmer, proudly standing up, pointing unaturally upwards even without a bra. Minutes later, a secretary ushured them inside the office of the CEO of E&I Modeling, Tyrone Jones Jessica hid her nervousness well, but was afraid the man would notice her desperation. When she was 13 the world was full of hope and promise. She had been discovered by a famous modeling agency and was on the top of the world. Her beauty, grace, and childish manner conquered the market and soon she was earning more money than she could spend. Her mother took hold of her carreer and protected her from the greedy people of the fashion world, becoming not only her best friend and guide, but her business agent. She had been protected from the perversions of the modeling world, all the wild sex and drugs, she had only one boyfriend, another model, but her mother would not have her endangering her own future and soon convinced her to end the relationship. But the years had not gone as she dreamed. Jessica never became the super model she was promised. Her body changed too fast, she was no more the tall, skinny girl of some years ago. The market couldn't just accept the fact that she had grown into a voluptous woman, with large breasts, full hips and a big butt, even with a huge amount of exercise she wasn't able to return to a model's figure. Jess had plumped too much, looking more like a Baywatch babe then a model. Her mother tried to help iron everything out, protecting her from the leacherous older men in the buisiness, and refusing many offers that were below her status as a successful model. Unfortunately, the offers had dwindled until they were non existent. Jess had not managed to do a photo shoot in the last year and the big money she had earned was already gone. She still had credit, but not for much longer. Her mother had sent her portfolio to dozens of agencies, but none had answered. Until now. The letter from E&I Modeling renewed their hope. E&I was new in the market, and Caroline couldn't find out much about them. Their swinsuit division was apparently quite active, hiring lots of new models, especially the more full bodied ones like you see in car magazines. Unfortunately, her daughter's body had developed like those girls, though she still had an innocent face. Caroline found girls like that sleazy and hoped Jessica's photo shoots would be more tasteful. This was too good a chance to pass up though, and she was ready to grab it. It might even be their last chance. ********** Caroline Deveroux's heart was beating very fast, it was her last opportunity to avoid bankruptcy. Her beloved only daughter knew they had problems with money, but had no idea how bad they really were. In the last year they had spent all they had, and a lot they took from bankers, trying to live in the style they were accustomed too and meeting with the right people to make her career start again. None of the 'right people' had given them a chance. Caroline was now aware that she had contributed to it, she had been too strict: no nudity, no revealing swinwear, no lingerie, etc, and she had always tried to negotiate the highest possible payment, which was just natural. Of course, she had always been by her daughter's side during the photo shoots and more than once she had arguments with directors and producers, but it had always been for her daughter's best interests. She knew she had acquired fame as a pain-in-the-ass and as dificult to work with. But now it would change, Caroline was ready to be more realistic and accept things she usually discarded, the swinsuit shots for instance. As long as it saved them from the billcolectors. ********** Tyrone looked at the two beauties in front of him. They were taken aback when they saw the black giant at his desk, his ugly face was open, but intimidating, Only then had the two blondes noticed the firm was ran by blacks and it made them quite nervous. They had lived most of their lives in Alabama and even with their globetrotting career both were still prejudiced against black people. But this was business and they needed the contract. Carol was conservatively dressed but it couldn't hide the fact that she was a hot woman, still in her prime even if widowed for 10 years. Jessica was stunning, her face was still youthfull, childish even, but her body was fantastic, the light summer dress she was wearing showed it to great effect, she was obviously not wearing a bra, the big breasts firm and pointy, the snow white skin was perfect and she had a killer smile. Jessica was very confused, she was scared of the black goliath, he looked mean and strong, but she was unable to take her eyes from him, his every small move spoke of maleness and dominance. Her submissive nature was already making her wish to sign the contract and do as he told her. A strange horniness was taking hold of her. She felt damp between her legs and her nipples were getting harder by the minute, embarrassing her as they pushed out the thin material of her dress. She wished she had worn a bra, but then they had never reacted like this before. She had never thought about a black man in a sexual way, but now it was all she could think about. She controlled herself as best she could, her mother would never understand how she could get hot for a black man. They spent a few minutes with introductions and small talk. Tyrone scanned the information he had on Jessica's career. He recognized the desperation in their eyes and saw how long it had been since Jessica had a job. Even trying so hard to disguise it, both women were nervous and willing to take desperate measures to save their rich lifestyle. "Well, Mrs Deveroux, we are certainly interested in having Jessica among our stars." Tyrone talked with a friendly smile "we are ready to spend a lot of money and effort to make her rise again to the top..." both women hardly supressed the relief on their faces and Tyrone knew he had them.. "...but there are other candidates, Miss Pamela Carter for instance has also shown interest in becoming an E&I model." Pamela was another former teen marvel who was ostracised for her wild lifestyle. She was a beautiful brunette with huge tits and bright blue eyes, who had became an advertising star and acted small parts in good movies, but now was nearly forgotten. "Mr. Tyrone, please, Pamela Carter is a sure source of trouble, and you know that..." "She has the looks, the skills and the fame. That's what we need." He interrupted her. Carol was shocked, she had never been interrupted like that before in a first meeting, usually she would start the argument, but somehow she wasn't able. This huge black man was just too powerful, he exuded masculinity and might. The arrogant blonde stood speachless for the first time in her life. She just stood there with her mouth open. "We are aware that you used to be a ... let's say consultant during your daughter's career," he continued calmly. "Y-yes," she stuttered. Caroline Deveroux never stuttered! But even as intimidated as she felt her pigheadness took over. "And that's one condition I cannot negotiate. I must be near my daughter during all her shots." "I understand..." Tyrone was ready for this, everything was going as planned. "I can accept that..." Carol was smiling inside, she had held her head up and won. "But I will not accept such a wild card in my business, it's running smoothly and I know you have had some past... arguments with some agencies." He saw the worry on their faces, they were not able to hide it, time for the final blow. "But I can make a deal with you both... I'll sign a short term contract, let's say... one week, and if everything goes well we'll sign the final one." Caroline Deveroux spent the next two hours with Tyrone, reading the two contracts and asking about every little detail, until she finally accepted, closing the deal. A generous payment was promised if the first shoots went alright and the first day ended with two very happy blondes leaving the building. ********** Early the next morning, mother and daughter were at the studio in the warehouse, perfectly on schedule, acting as professionally as possible. Carol was dressed in a well tailored, knee-length skirt. She was talking with E&I's chief photographer, a well built and handsome black man named Latrell. He looked annoyed to be explaining the scene to Caroline. Jessica and another model would be posing in a beach-like set, it had a lifeguard chair and a fake short wood fence on the side of the scenario, as if dividing the beach in two parts. Both girs would be trying to draw the attention of a muscular lifeguard with their bodies, while changing their swinsuits to draw his sight and, of course show off the bikini collection. It looked like some 60's Frankie Avalon movie to Carol and she agreed with the scene. A young latinino looking girl named Carla was finishing the makeup for Jessica when the other model arrived. Carla was a charming little thing, she stood no more than 4'10", with a beautiful tanned body and cute latin face, her long black hair was well combed and shone lusciously. The small girl's body was thin in most parts, she had nice breasts, B-cups probably, wich stood firm and pointy, but her best asset was her unbeliavable bubble butt, it looked too big for her petite shape, it was round and full, but somehow it looked perfectly on her, the muscular legs completed her perfectly. Carol had insisted on reviewing this models portfolio. Her name was Ann Dutton and had been with the agency for over a year now. She was beautiful and classy, former Miss Teen Idaho was listed in her credits. "That's Ann," Carla leaned to whisper into Jess' ear. "Out of dozens of girls, she's been in our top ten since she got here. I bet she's worried you'll replace her. She doesn't like to be out done. She'll try to out do you, you know, show she's better, more daring and sexy than the new star. I know very well this young lady, I've worked a lot with her, she had done that many times, that's why she's still on top, by outstaging the newer stars..." "D-do you think so?" Jess was scared to be competing with the beautiful Idaho girl. Ann was less then twenty, but already had Caroline's poise and class. "I'm sure of it Miss Jess, I've seen it before." Jessica took a deep gulp of her water while thinking what to do. Despite her worried state and nervousness, she was feeling horny again as she emptied her cup. The submissive teen discreetly walked over to her mother noticing Ann's defiant stares towards her. More than a little scared, she spoke to her mother of everything she heard. They talked over the problem, unknowingly drinking water from a cooler laced with Xcite. "Jess," said her mother. "I trust your talent. Just try to do your best and surely you'll beat this slut..." they glanced at the former Miss Teen Idaho as she took off her robe, revealing a perfect young body with large, firm breasts, slightly bigger than Jess', but not as unaturally pointy. The bitch was talking to Latrell and clearly flirting with the handsome black man! Her hair was curly brown and shoulder length. Her body was a deep, golden tan. Ann had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. But her best asset were her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly and her nipples were already hard, poking out half an inch, making two big points on the sheer fabric of her tiny bikini top. "M-mom! Look at her, sh-she's..." Jessica was shocked, she had never thought a model as Ann Duton would use such methods to asure her position, flirting with a black guy! She would never do such a thing herself, good white girls would never soil themselves by mixing with this kind of people. But there was Ann Dutton, laughing and brushing her ample mounds on Latrell's muscular arm. "What a whore!" Caroline Deveroux was disgusted, she had taught her only daughter well and her baby would never offer herself to a negro like this. Never had a woman of her family had any intimate contact with a black man, and that was the way it's supposed to be. The sight of the young white girl teasing the huge black man was making her sick and nervous as it clearly gave her an advantage over the cold, distant Jessica. But somehow, Caroline was feeling a strange tingle in her body, each time Ann brushed her impressive boobs on the ebony giant. She felt her vagina throbbing, as if it was jealous. Her nipples were growing along with this strange excitment as she watched the sordid scene. "Ok everyone, Mark has arrived, we may begin now," yelled Latrell. Mother and daughter were relieved, the anouncement had broken the building tension, but had not stopped them from feeling how soaked their panties were, hot with a weird hornieness. Then they saw the male model, dressed in a small trunk that barely covered a bulging crotch. He was black! Mark was the most fit man either woman had ever seen and probably around Jess' age. He was not as beefy as Latrell or Tyrone, but wirey with every muscle on his torso perfectly defined. His face was as perfect as his body, rugged and handsome. Both blondes gasped in surprise and excitment. "I-is this the model that will play the lifeguard part?" asked Carol as she walked toward Latrell. "Yes, Mark is one of our best models, and very professional." Latrell absentmindly said while readying the equipment. "Do you have any problem with him?" he said rising so that he towered ver her. His eyes looking intimidatingly into her own. "N-no, no problem." Carol had been ready to complain, say that it would be more apropriate if they brought a white male model, but somehow she felt too scared to give such a suggestion. She rationalized it was her fear to start an argument and loose the contract, but deep inside she knew she had submited to him, as if obeying a superior male. "Let's begin people," shouted Latrell. Carla was working as a illumination tech and Carol was siting in a chair at the end of the studio, watching the whole set. Latrell had Mark siting on a lifeguard chair with crossed arms, looking to the fake sea, the two girls were scantily clad, Ann in her white bikini that left little to the imagination, and Jess in a one-piece that hugged her body like a second skin. "You two are walking the sands and suddenly see this handsome lifeguard. Look like two naive teens stunned by this black adonis." They gave the camera an innocent and sexy look. "Now walk toward him... that's it, stand in front of him." Both teens stood in front of him, one to each side. Jessica found that the lifeguard left Mark's crotch at the girl's eye level. She couldn't help but stare at the huge bulge under his trunks. It looked about to burst through the material of his swimsuit. She saw Latrell take some pictures of her face looking at Mark and she blushed with embarrassment. "Now let me take a subjective picture, from his eye level..." Latrell climbed up behind Mark so that he was loking down on the two girls. He positioned his camera where Mark's head was and Jess watched the zoom move out on the camera focusing right on her ample cleavage. "Your taking a close up of their chests, isn't that tasteless?" Carol said, standing up. "Mrs Deveroux," Latrell answered with a no-nonsense voice which showed little patience. "The point of this shoot is to sell those bikinis, and all the advertising is supposed to be sexy. It's the products standard marketing tatics, a sexy lolita look. I know how to do my job, now calm down. OK?" Carol was already walking toward them, but she stopped in her tracks, unsure what to do. "O-ok, I understand." The older blonde ended up standing half way, just watching the scene. "Mark jump down off the chair like you're talking to the girls. Now Jess, lean on him, put your arms on his shoulders and smile happily." Jess did as she was told, her face only inches from his, his strong male aroma filled her lungs every bit as intoxicating as Tyrone's had been. Latrell took a picture of their faces, then another of the side of her body, with the big mounds hanging down. "Ann look angry, like you're jealous, and look at the camera." He was behind Jess now and 'flash!' another picture. "Mark, sit on the fence." His head got in level with the girls' breasts when he sat. "Jess, arch your back a little more, stick up your butt..." "Mr Latrell!" Carol took several steps toward them, "it's an undignified pose!" "Mrs Deveroux, I am the photographer here and I must show the bikini bottom. That's what we are getting payed for. You promised not to interfere, so please do not interrupt again." Carol stood silent, it was not what she expected, but she was afraid to loose their last chance. Jessica looked toward her with a dubious look on her face and she just nodded to her daughter, who bent over, sticking up her big round J-Lo ass to the camera. 'Flash!' "Ann, you decided to act now, bend over too, but let your breasts stand very near his face, tease the man you both desire, grab his head and turn it to you." Ann Dutton had no trouble obeying, taking Mark's face on her hands she nearly pulled his face into her deep cleavage. 'Flash!' "Now Jess, it's your turn, sit on his lap..." "My daughter won't do that" Carol exploded, her only child would not sit on the lap of a black man! "You try my patience Mrs Deveroux... but have it your way. Ann you take the role of the main model, Jess you're secondary now. Sit on his lap Ann." The buxom model smiled victoriously as she sat on the crotch of the big black man, wiggling her ass to find the best place. Carol was open mouthed, it was not what she expected. As Latrell took several pictures of Ann and Mark the over-protective mother realised she made a mistake. "Stand up Ann, now it's the last shots with these outfits. I'll take one with Jess." "O-only one?" Carol asked. "She's on a secondary role now, only one. Put your hands on his shoulders and bend over to touch his chest with your forearms, that's it." In this position she was pressing her large boobs together, making them bulge foward to touch his massive chest, her nose was touching his. This was an intimate position and she was surprised that her mother did not complain, but then she had never seen her mother act this flabbergasted before. Jess was feeling an excitment she never felt before. His masculine presence was overwhelming and the young girl felt a shiver run through her as their practically nude bodies touched. Why was she so excited to be this near to a black man? Her crotch was getting so wet she was afraid it would show on her swinwear. 'Flash!' She noticed her mother frowning, biting her lower lip. "Hold this position, it's quite good." He went to her back. 'Flash!' "Now open your legs Jess." Latrell looked to Carol with an angry stare, before Carol could object, but the older woman just lowered her head in defeat. "A litle more young lady." He put his right hand on her left leg, the thumb brushing against her wet vagina through the garment, massaging it as he tried to find the perfect position for her legs. Jess suppressed a moan of pure pleasure as the stranger touched her private parts. 'Flash!' She left the pose as she saw her mother had closed the distance and was standing near them. She was trembling lightly, her eyes looking at Mark's lap. Jess turned her eyes to where her mom was looking and saw the model had a huge hard on. God, it was big! She was not a virgin anymore, having had sex with two fellow models when she managed to slip past the surveilance of her mother, but the size of Mark's dick was just unbelivable, bigger then a banana! No wonder her mom was so stunned. Latrell stepped back and surveyed the scene. "I changed my mind, let's take another one. You two look great together. Mark lie down on the sand and Jess straddle his lap, facing him." "NO! I mean, h-he..." Carol was not able to finish the sentence, her white face red with shame, shame and excitment. As much as she tried to deny it the older blonde was extremely turned on by the sight of the monster cock. She hadn't been with a man since Jess' father died and Mark appeared nearly twice her husband's size. "I'm tired of you Mrs Deveroux. One more complaint and you're through. The contract will be null and void. Do you understand?" She nodded weakly, more submissive than she'd ever been. Somehow, this large, dominant male was able to bring out a meek side of her personality. Stangely, she felt excited whenever he talked hard to her. "Go on Jess. Ann, keep looking jealous." Jessica Deveroux looked at the rock hard monster cock and gasped. She was nearly trembling, it was the hottest thing she had ever done. The young, teen had never felt this horny before. She straddled his lap and lowered her voluptous body on his, it felt like sparks when her pussy touched his manhood. 'Flash!' "Mark, grab her butt" his large hands took hold of her pale asscheecks, the black hands on the snow white buttocks were an exquisite vision. 'Flash' He was soon molding the impressive flesh of her behind into his fingers, Jessica Deveroux was wide eyed, this black man was feeling her, kneading her butt, pulling her suit up into the crack of her ass, and she was loving it. It felt so right, like she was born to bring pleasure to this great male specimen. But all her southern education told her it was wrong. A good white girl do not have intimacies with negroes! Ann Dutton moved around getting in Caroline's way, blocking her vision while posing with a too realistic jealous face. 'Flash!' Jess noticed she was breathing hard, more excited now than she had ever been in her life. Latrell never stopped taking pictures. Her mother was by the photographer's side, silent and shocked, Jess noticed her trembling slightly. Then the young model felt Mark's muscular arm flexing, easily raising her weight while adjusting his trunks. Now, his huge hard on was so pronounced it was raising the trunks, she could nearly see the tip of his manhood and it looked as big as a golf ball. Suddenly, he lowered her on his engorged dick, the tip of the stiff pole poking at her vaginal lips through the sheer, thin fabric of their clothes. 'Flash!' Without warning his hands guided her body to slide up his, the monstrous dick moving down to her butt, resting on her cheeks. Her nipples were fully erect now and they stood as two big points on the sheer one piece she was using, her pussy was wetter than she ever remembered it being. She knew Mark had to feel it soaking his suit, but then a wet spot had been forming near the tip of his cock on his own suit. She felt a strong desire to see Mark's cock, to touch it, to kiss it, to worship it! A black dick! She was in heat over a black dick. It wasn't natural, what was happening to her? 'Flash!' "Ok girls, that was perfect, now go change into the next set of bikinis." Jessica felt a great loss as she raised herself from his member, she looked to his body only to see his enormous erection escaping the small garment he was using. the cock head had escaped it's cover and reached his navel. Mark had a sly smile on his face. She felt a shiver as she saw his manhood, her tongue ran through her lips without her noticing, and she left with trembling legs to the changing room with Ann and Carla. She saw her mother sitting again and talking to Latrell, but could not hear what they were saying. ********** "La-Latrell, this shoot is, well... too hot! Don't you think that it will have problem to be used to sell the bikinis, I mean, th-the male model had an e-erection and..." Carol was starting to speak, afraid of angering this man. Mark came up to talk to Latrell. Caroline gasped as she saw the large man standing in front of her, not only his perfect and near nude body was turning her on, but his huge pole had not softned, he was in front of her with his huge hard on eye level with her chair. "Latrell, the next garment I am supposed to wear is a size too small, they sent the wrong one, should I use it anyway?" "Yeah, we have a tight schedule and I must finish the shoot today, try to use it anyway, if it doesn't work we'll try to talk to the company and explain the problem." Latrell said matter-of -factly. "By the way this is Mrs. Caroline Deveroux, Jessica's mother." He turned in her direction and took a step foward, standing with his crotch less than a foot from her face. Carol gasped again as she looked so closely at the biggest penis she'd ever seen, and it was still encased in his garment! "A pleasure Mrs Deveroux." He took her hand into his and gave a hand shake, it was also crotch level, and 'accidentally' made her brush against his impressive hard on. She became flushed on the spot, but a little moan escaped her lips when she touched the huge organ. The stiff pole tweeked inside the suit, looking like it would burst the tight trunk, and the older blonde stood wide eyed looking at his throbbing dick for a long time, her pussy fluids flowing like a bitch in heat, until she snapped out of it and took her hand out of his. She was shaking noticibly. Caroline Deveroux wondered what it looked like out of the suit. ********** Jessica finished taking off her one piece, handing it to Carla. The hispanic girl, said, looking at the wet crotch. "I see you liked to 'work' with Mark!" Ann and the latina giggled, embarrassing Jess completely. They made sure to show Jessica's wet panties to one of the many cameras hidden all around the place. "Come on Jessica, I wet myself everytime I work with Mark and I feel his cock pressed against my pussy!" Ann Dutton was speaking in a slutty, sexy way to the teen model. "Don't you think he is a hot man? A man that can make you cum all night long when he fucks you?" Both girls giggled again. Jess' face was red with embarassment, these girls were just too slutty! "I-I don't think I would be able to, to do it with a black guy..." she answered as if his race was a good excuse. "Neither could I when first I came here." Ann said. "You know, daddy always told me that black men were mean and animalistic, and mom always taught me that it was wrong for the races to mingle, but when I first tasted a black cock, I knew I'd never have a white one again!" Jess was open mouthed, what was she talking about? "Yeah!" Carla added. "They are so hung! I never had a black man smaller than 8 inches, and they know how to make a woman cum. I have orgasms all night long when I fuck a black guy... have you ever had an orgasm Jess?" Jessica nearly spilled the water she was drinking. "I th-think so... once." She answered unsure. "If you 'think so' then you never had one," Ann said. "You should try a black dick in your pussy. You would learn what pleasure truly is. It's the best sensation in the world to have your pussy completely stuffed with black cock. A black lover would make your life complete little girl!" All three girls giggled this time, images of Mark's big dick fucking her were filling her mind as she donned the next outfit for the shoot. 6277 1.55/512345