The two guys nodded their agreement, and before I could say anything, they were dressing. My brain told me this was silly. Now that my orgasm had passed, I was trying to regain control. I didn't even know the names of two of those guys.
But as I watched their fine asses slide into tight boxer briefs, my pussy once again took control and I began assembling my own clothes, eager to have my world rocked again.
***
White Pussy, Black Cocks
by
Regina Ballard
Selja Leskinen's bedroom contained clean crisp lines of modern European furniture, a conservative mocha-colored head board, two round knobs topping off the ends, and white coverlet with a large mocha-square line covering the edges of the bed. Two floral scent candles burned on separate divans on either side of her queen-sized bed.
Several pillows, two like the coverlets, one chequered mocha and white, two mocha paisley designs. Scattered all over her bed's coverlet, ten different interracial porn magazines from the US and Europe: BlacksNBlonds, White Dames Black Studs, and the magazine model scout Jonatan Nummelin left for her - Black Cock, White Pussy.
Selja's damp vibrator hummed quietly, slowly losing power. She wore a red ankle length dress as she lay propped on the pillows reading Black Cock, White Pussy. A knot formed in her throat. A passionate fluttering arose in the back of her hot cunt. She inhaled sharply, smelling her own overheating aroma saturating the moist air.
The black men looked huge. Their expressions absolutely guilt free about fucking blonde girls in doggy, missionary, cowgirl, sixty-nine and positions she'd never seen before. Only eighteen and still a virgin, for the most part, Selja couldn't understand. No, she did understand. She just didn't think she could do it!
Tall and cute Jonathan said she was a knock out beauty. She was one of Sweden's prettiest girls. Her perfect 34 D breasts, 23 inch waist and 33 inch hips held a treasure meal between her sexy legs. Those black men will fall in love with you, Selja.
Innocent Selja knew nothing about love. She had experienced a couple of fleeting crushes for rock stars. She wanted to fall in love though. However, love wasn't a priority. Her interview with Aulis Kivela was tomorrow! She thought if she wore the ankle-length red dress and fucked herself silly using her one-inch-diameter white vibrator, she'd transform into the sexy woman, Mirjo Rjyynanen, shamelessly humping a black man's handsome face, on the DVD playing, audio on low.
Mirjo's moans and groans, shrieks and naughty comeback lines sent ripples of excitement into Selja's blushing ears: "Suck my wet twat harder, lick all my girl goo, eat my soggy pink flower sex Black boy!" Later on the sophisticated hourglass Swedish bombshell found a way to submerge one thick black penis in her cunt, two heavy boners in each hand and her drooling lips sucked off the fourth black column of flesh.
"I'll never be that sophisticated," Selja Leskinen said to herself. For Selja thought of herself as a very attractive girl, five foot, nine inch medium height, platinum blonde with sparkling blue eyes. Hardly any income as a film student attending university. Career minded. She didn't want to burden her family. She wanted to do something with the public. But she had odd feelings for something non-traditional.
Not something traditional like politics. That's why she chose film. Acting classes. Porn fit. She never thought of it before. She felt her pussy now fighting increasingly urgent erotic sensations of excitement. She had to come. She yanked her red dress higher on her waist, although it was already hiked above her dripping wet slit.
Another clear line of girl oils bubbled out of her lovehole and pooled into her puckering asshole. The pulsations of her asshole completely new to Selja, too. Normally, her surge of lust contained itself to her expanding cunt space, her pussy groove and her clit pearl. She even tasted different down there... salty. What was happening to her? Just the other day, before Jonathan spotted her at the mall and approached her to work as a model "code word" porn actress for Black Cock ,White Pussy, she was an ordinary girl.
She started getting sexual feelings at thirteen years old. When they became unbearable, she came home and put herself in the tub, spread her legs and let the water jet make her happy. But now the warm and cold blast of tub water failed her! Last night, she bought a vibrator for the first time. It was inexpensive. Now, she listened as the vibrator lurched one last time and lay still, drained motionless.
Selja brought the issue of Black Cock, White Pussy up to her face. The hard edge of the slick magazine propped on her taut nipple peaks. She flipped the page and ignored the smell of color print paper. She licked Spencer Helm's black cock. Her right hand slid over her Venus mound found her cuntal trench and started zigging and zagging back and forth. Finally her hips heaved upwards and her long graceful middle finger disappeared into her cunt. Selja jabbed, twist, pulled, and plowed her bundle of nerves in her pussy. Over and over, she tossed her head back and cried out "Give this white pussy that big black cock Spencer Helms!"
Then her widespread legs stiffened straight knocking several porn magazines to the floor. She shuddered quietly. The porn DVD stopped playing. She dropped the magazine onto the floor. Her panting echoed through her bedroom and danced with the flickering candle lights as she slumped down on her bed and went into a satisfied sleep.
***
In her yellow mini dress with laced three-quarter sleeves, Selja sat in the black office chair in front of Aulis Kivela's huge brown desk. She admired his room décor. A pure gold statue of a bull trotted on a stack of legal papers to her right. She noticed his gold name plate to her left. Behind him a painted colony of colorful houses embedded in a cliff face above a beach. Also lining his walls, awards for editing and publishing other magazines. Aulis wasn't new to the porn business.
On her left, by the window, book shelves full of books on art and film. What looked like a portfolio of model's folders sat on a rectangular black table surrounded by six chairs. Tucked away in the corner, behind the rectangular table, a life-sized blonde doll watched the entire office. Her red painted lips puckered to receive or give a kiss. The sex doll hugged a huge inflatable condom. A forty-two inch round mahogany table beside the wall on Selja's left held a huge spread of interracial porn magazines. She stared at them, her jaw wide in astonishment.
Aulis noticed her innocent, shocked expression. He pointed, as a wide smile showed his bright even white teeth. "That's the competition. And yes, Jonatan did not show you every black and white porn magazine on the market. Interracial is very popular. Celebrities. Multiculturalism. And our current model quit. Or shall I say got a better job. She was on all our promotional DVDs." Aulis shrugged as he reached into his desk and pulled out some papers.
Selja thought that was Mirjo Ryynanen, the sophisticated Swede. “If I have to fill her shoes...”
Aulis finished clipping the papers to a clipboard. He handed them to her. "Interracial porn is hot, so we have to replace her right away. You're going to be the new face of Black Cock, White Pussy! Read it and fill it out. I can tell you're going to do just fine."
Selja didn't believe her ears. She told herself she must not believe her ears. She always wanted a popular job, something before the public. She thought she'd be fucking in obscurity, except for the customers, who obviously would appreciate her - but now! Even though she fantasized about fucking Spencer Helms' magic thick cock, what a surprise! She suppressed her right hand from shaking uncontrollably.
"Selja, I'm a family man. I want you to be comfortable and secure. You can trust me. This isn't some place that's churns out women and dumps them. I assure you. Jonatan told me you're modest. Not to full of yourself. Big egos destroy things. I used to be a model myself long ago. I'm thirty-five now. An old man. I always loved beautiful things as you can see from the objects on my desk, in my office.
Finally Selja relaxed a bit. Aulis wore a cropped collar white shirt, black dress pants and white gym shoes. She hardly expected him to appear as he did. He explained his dress as his working attire, when he went to the production st
His phone rang as soon as she started spreading and filling out the application papers.
"Yes, she’s here Jonatan. Yup. A beauty. You'll get a bonus of course. Yup." He paused, and placed his palm over the back office phone. "You are eighteen, five feet, nine inches, Selja?" His face showed a casual puzzlement that quickly vanished.
"Yes. I turned eighteen June 17." She flipped her shoulder length platinum blonde hair back over her shoulders. She tilted her chin up. Jonatan had told her if she lowered the chin, she'd look a couple of years too young.
"Ah. Yes. We can use that little beauty quirk to our advantage for the European markets, Jonatan. She is tall enough. Five feet, nine. Hey, long as she's above five feet, eight, Swedish, eighteen, you get the bonus."
Aulis kept talking as Selja completed her paper work.
Suddenly the door opened and Aulis interrupted her, "Selja, I'd like you to meet my wife."
Selja turned to see what had to be a beautiful woman for the handsome Aulis.
Selja smelled a nice expensive fragrance. She forgot the name because of its cost.
Aulis stood.
Selja also rose. She turned and saw Mirjo Ryynanen! Selja blushed. "I saw you on the DVD."
Mirjo's happy voice confirmed that without any guilt. "You sure did. That was some of my best work." She turned to Aulis. "Seems, I performed too well. Aulis proposed to me after I did that video. She hugged and gave her husband Aulis a kiss. "So for two months now we've searched for someone new."
"Oh... Oh I don't think I can feel your shoes," Mrs. Kivela. Ms. Ryynanen!"
"Nonsense," Mirjo said and pulled up a chair from the round table to Aulis' desk. "Here let me help you out with these papers. I'm going to walk you through everything. I was just a young average girl when I started four years ago."
Aulis jumped in, "She's 26 years old. Can you believe it?"
Selja dropped into the seat. A confused expression flowed on her face. She stammered, "No... I thought for sure you were older." She stopped herself. "I mean that in a good way. Sophisticated. Mature. Classically trained and all."
Mirjo turned back from the paperwork. "You missed this block here. Check that. You'll be partially invested in the company."
"We figure you'd perform better if you feel you're working for yourself too!"
This was too good to be true. Selja wanted to cry. "This is unreal."
"No." Mirjo and Aulis laughed. "It's real!"
***
Mirjo had worn a pink blouse, black miniskirt and sensible strappy low heel sandals. Without viewing the sex DVD, Mirjo appeared simply to be another office worker.
She opened the door, "Come this way, Selja, and I'll show you to the filming studio in the basement and to your wardrobe room." Selja followed Mirjo trying to understand how she wiggled her amble butt, strutted down the long and narrow bright hallway pass open door offices without looking like a slut or a catwalk model. Somewhere in-between laid the sophisticated porn actress walk; a walk flaunting sexual confidence and enjoyment of having sex. Selja's porn walk study lasted only a minute.
A tall blonde man carrying a single sheet of white paper, about thirty years old, clean shaven, his blonde hair lay in layers going up toward the top of his head. The hair style resembled a buzz cut, with three inches of hair all around. He seemed friendly, smiling as he chased after Mirjo.
He wedged himself between the two gorgeous women.
Selja found him a lot more sexually pleasing to watch. His flat ass hardly moved inside his black pants, except for efficient function. His shoulders small for a camera man, in Selja's opinion. The fine blonde hairs on the back of his neck above his shiny blue shirt caught her eye, but caused no sexual ripples to stir in the quiet pond between her legs.
"Selja this is Lars Inberg, our main camera man," Mirjo said as she stepped on, her blonde hair flying behind her like the man wasn't there. "Pay no attention to his negative comments. Usually if he says you're doing something wrong, ninety-nine percent of the world's men loved what you were doing!"
"Mirjo is that any way to talk to the man who made you Fam-mous!"
"See what I mean, Selja." Mirjo reached back and took the scheduling piece of paper Lars waved in the air.
"Looks like Spencer Helms does not want to work if you don't work!" Lars crowed.
Mirjo stopped in her tracks "He can't!"
"He did say that!"
"Outrageous!"
"I told him that... he says he's got a lot of other porn filming companies begging him to disrobe and fuck for them."
Mirjo started walking again, leaving Lars standing in the long bright hallway.
Selja stepped around Lars blocking her path.
"You won't last long in this business. You seem too pure. This is a cut-throat fuck' em 24/7 meat grind shop."
Selja's blue eyes almost watered up... until she remembered what Mirjo said about Lars's skeptical thoughts. "Then why stay around watching women fuck. Just buy the DVDs." She hurriedly picked up her heels and caught up to Mirjo about to go into an exit, down some steps.
"Mirjo. I see what you mean. Lars practically told me to quit!" Selja panted.
"If we listened to him, Aulis and I still be photographing children's pictures at the mall." Mirjo shook her pretty blonde head. "Spectacular camera man though... knows how to make a discarded rock by the road side look like a freshly discarded used dildo from a sex product party."
Selja paused in her mind. That is a good camera man. "That's great. I can use a camera man like him."
Mirjo laughed. "Every girl can!"
Mirjo opened the second exit door into the filming studio.
Their heels clicked loud on the concrete studio floor.
"What's this drama about Spencer Helms not showing up?" Mirjo barked.
"He wants to fuck you!" said Tyeson Ford, a short bronze black man with flat-bush haircut. "Shoo I don't blame him. You are one hot babe, Mirjo."
Selja's cunt started refilling her pussy slot as she realized three black, shirtless, jockey shorts wearing studs waited for her — to film. To fuck her!
"Don't over act, Tyeson," Mirjo fired back, now dialling on her company phone.
Selja's emotions went into a tailspin. First, she feared being fucked by all the four men. Now she longed for the one black boy out of the three to stop playing the Drama King. For the first time in her life, Selja discovered a real backbone in her spine. She wanted Spencer Helms to get his black muscular ass in the studio. She needed to complete her sexual fantasy — ASAP."
Mirjo flipped her blonde hair clearing the phone speaker, "Yes. I want to speak to Spencer Helms." She turned to the three remaining black boys: Jason Cline and Zack Danforth. The two of them play-boxed against each other as they darted flirting eyes to Selja. Mirjo's voice picked up authority. "Meet my replacement men. And show her every respect you showed me!" she said without even looking at Selja.
Selja smiled.
And as if on cue, nineteen-year-old Jason, twenty-four-year old Zack and twenty-two-year old Tyeson turned on the charm and swarmed around the platinum blonde eighteen-year old Selja.
"You are onnnnneeee fine Swede," said Jason, his hand reached out to shake her hand. "I'm Jason Cline."
Tyeson eyed her body up and down. "I like my meal without all this dressing... he touched her bright little yellow mini dress' hem. "I'm Tyeson Ford."
"Any one who dresses like this, three-quarter lace sleeve, tight little yellow mini dress has class," Zack answered. Then he practically leaned in and breathed in her Just for Tonight perfume. "Love your perfume. I'm Zack Danforth."
"Hi boys! My name is Selja Leskinen."
All three boys said at the same time, in a lusty, heavy tone, "We know! We want to make you happy — sexually that is!"
Selja embolden, "I will make you happy," she paused for sexual potency. "In any way I can!" She pursed her lips and smiled and laughed.
Zack tapped Jason, "The new girl's all right in my book."
"Maybe, but we'll find out if she can fuck," Tyeson added.
Mirjo started yelling. "Get over it Spencer! I'm married to Aulis. That's it! Get your ass to work. I don't care if you're not wearing a suit. You showered already today, come on over in what you're wearing." She paused listening.
The three other black men laughed in the background.
"Freaking romantic fool! Don't be like him, Selja," said Tyeson.
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