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Derek followed behind, watching the way that Martin was looking his wife over as they passed through the house. "Please have a seat." Martin motioned towards the couch. Leslie sat down and Derek joined her. Martin sat down across from them. "You look even better than your pictures. I think we're going to have a lot of fun here today." A wide smile crossed his face. Leslie forced a small smile. She could not think of anything to say, and her mouth was so dry she could not have said much anyway, so she just gave a small nod. "We need to get some business out of the way first, and that is the last that we will talk about it today, OK? If you agree to the terms of my contract, we will give you a few minutes to get ready, and then we will film. If you go through with it, I will give you the check for the loan, and our day will be done. My assistant Anna will help you with the paperwork; I need to take care of some other business while she does the boring stuff." With that he got up and left and a pretty blonde woman in a business suit walked over with a folder of paperwork. "Hi, I'm Anna. I take care of all the legal issues here and make sure that everyone knows exactly what the terms are." She looked at Derek, "Did you read everything I sent you last week?" "Yes we did, it's pretty much what Corie explained to us." "Good. Then let's get started." For the next 15 minutes she walked them through some standard actor's releases and had them show the results of the HIV tests they had taken the week prior. She then got to the special details of the contract. In return for being filmed having sex with Martin, they would receive a loan of fifty thousand dollars, to be paid back without interest in two years. The video would be posted online on Martin's interracial themed sex site, but with Leslie and Derek's faces blurred. So long as they made payments it would remain that way. If they were to default, then the unedited video, with real names included, would be posted. If they repaid the loan in full at the end of two years, and recruited another couple willing to do the same, they would pull the video from the site. "Just know that there are no grace periods or warning letters. Each payment must be made at the first of the month, no exceptions. The unedited video will be shown, even if you are down to the last payment." Anna let this last bit sink in for a second, and then said "If there are no other questions then please sign here." She handed the pen to Leslie. She looked over at Derek's expressionless face, and then back to the paper and signed with a slightly trembling hand. Derek took the pen, and quickly signed after her. He could see little point in debating the matter further at this point. They were now officially broke and the next payment on their home was due in three days. Martin was just walking back into the room, followed by another man carrying a video camera and a woman with a makeup kit. "Go ahead and get everything set up." he told the man with the camera, who nodded and walked down the hall. "Are we all finished with the boring stuff?" "Yes, everything's done." Anna said, gathering the paperwork from the table into a folder. "I will be in touch with you two in a couple weeks to arrange the first payment on the loan. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." She gave a knowing wink to Leslie and disappeared into an adjoining office room. "Leslie, this is Kacey one of my makeup girls. Follow her down to the bedroom so she can touch up your makeup and get everything ready. I am going to sit here and chat with Derek for a minute and then we will join you." Leslie got up, and leaned over and whispered in Derek's ear "Whatever happens from here on just remember I love you honey." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and followed Kacey down the hallway. Once they were down the hall, Martin looked straight at Derek "I just wanted to make a few things clear. First, I am a business man above all else, and I honor my word. I will hold up my end of the bargain just as long as you do yours. Second, I am not a rapist. If at any point your wife says no, then we will stop, and the deal ends there - no loan, no video. Finally, I need to know that I will not have any trouble out of you. So long as she says keep going, you need to play it cool OK?" "Yeah, sure, as long as she's OK, I won't cause any trouble" "I hope you know what you are getting into. Has anyone else ever fucked your wife? Since you've been together I mean?" "No, she had boyfriends before me of course, but none since." "And here you are, selling her to me like a cheap whore" "Now wait one damned minute!" Derek blurted. "You see, that's what I'm talking about. You've gotta be cool my man. I had you dress her like a whore today, I am going to talk to her like a whore, and I am sure as hell going to fuck her like one. Please don't tell me that you didn't see any of the other videos." "No, I saw. I know that you have to say some of that stuff for the camera. It's just a little weird that we are actually about to do this. I know that it's acting though." "Good. Just keep your head on when we get back there. And most of all, prepare yourself in case some of it turns out not to be acting at all. Now let's go see how the girls are doing." He stood up and walked down the hall. As Derek followed him down the hall, his mind flashed back to the video he saw of Corie, the way her hips bucked up against Martin as she came, her eyes wide and passionate. That had not been acting. Would Leslie react the same way, or even more so? Derek entered the bedroom, and saw his wife, now more stunning than ever, sitting on the edge of a king size bed. Her lips were ruby red, the color of her dress, and she looked like a Playboy model waiting for her shoot to start. Lights were arrayed around the bed at various angles, and the cameraman was standing in one corner, already recording. He had expected some chance to prepare before the recording started." "I like for this part of the video to be, shall we say unscripted." Martin smiled, and turned to the camera. "Here we have Leslie. Her husband Derek has brought her here for her first black dick, and if you are seeing this video, things haven't gone exactly like he planned. How much is a pretty white wife going for these days Derek? Fifty grand was it? You sold cheap if you ask me. She is a fine piece of ass. When I am finished with her today it will never be the same." He walked over to Leslie pulling her up from the bed. "Say hi for the cameras." Leslie stood up, turning slightly towards the camera, "Hello," she said nervously, attempting to smile her best. Martin had moved over in front of her. He moved his hand across her forehead, pushing a lock of blonde hair to the side. She felt goose bumps pop up at this first touch. His hand moved down her shoulder, along her back, and came to rest at her waist. He pulled her close, and turned his face down to meet hers. She turned her face up to meet him, and his lips were suddenly on hers, soft at first but soon she felt his tongue pressing into her mouth. Her lips parted, and they began to kiss deeply. The last time she had kissed anyone other than Derek was in college, before they had even met. The feeling of strange lips on hers was electric. She felt her heart beat pick up. Martin pulled her closer, and now she could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against her waist. "Ummm," she moaned softly. Things seemed to be moving very fast now. She had thought that this part would have been harder, and had prepared for the worst; but what she was feeling was nothing like she had expected. She had absently moved her hands up around Martin's neck and could feel his muscles flexing as he continued to kiss her deeply. After another minute or so he pulled away and motioned for the cameraman to stop filming. "Wow, someone certainly is getting into the moment." "I won't do anything unless I do it right," Leslie replied. And she meant it. If this guy liked to fuck white women, she was determined to make sure she was the best he ever had. "OK, from now on, use the fake names I gave you earlier. After this everything we film goes up on the site." "Now 'Rick' you move over there to the chair, and enjoy the show my man." He motioned for the camera to roll again. The cameraman walked over in front of the chair and began to film. Off camera, Martin said "Rick here has brought his lovely wife Jessica to have a taste of black cock, right Rick." "Yes," he said. He had been given a few lines to remember, "She's always had a thing for black men in movies and stuff, and some of her friends are into dating black guys." "And you, how do you feel about sharing your wife with a brother?" "Whatever makes her happy is good for me. It's a fantasy I've had too, seeing her with a black man." That part was not entirely false; he had subscriptions to a few interracial porn sites, though he had never told that to Leslie before. He had intended for this to be a bit of unpleasant business to just get through, but he felt himself getting hard thinking of what was about to happen. "I don't think you will ever look at her the same after this." Martin had moved around behind Leslie, and was cupping her breasts with his hands. "Tell her to fuck me like a good little whore." Leslie was looking at him, clearly still nervous, but now with a flushed, excited look that he remembered from their first times together. "Fuck him good honey, fuck him like the whore you are. Show me what a good little slut you are." He heard himself talking, but the voice seemed to be coming from a different person. Leslie felt her nipples straining against her bra as Martin worked his hands over her breasts from behind. Seeing Derek talk like this was shocking. She knew that he would have to say some lines for the camera, but he was well off the script now. She also saw a clear bulge in his pants. The son of a bitch was enjoying this. She began to push her ass back against Martin's crotch, feeling his ever growing erection pressing against her bottom. "I'm going to show you how a slut fucks a real man today. Try not to shoot your load until were done, OK?" With that she turned around and kissed Martin again fiercely. She felt his hands drop down to her ass and pull her up tight again. "Unzip her for me, OK? I want to get a better look." Martin ordered. Derek complied, standing up and unzipping the back of his wife's dress for another man. Martin pulled the dress down over her shoulders, pushing the material over her waist and down her legs. She stepped out of her dress, kicking it aside with her heels, and began a slow turn. She was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties and garter belt. The taut nipples of her 36D breasts were protruding through the flimsy material of the bra, and a small area of wetness was visible on her panties. She wondered if Corie had been this excited, this horny. She was ready. "Fuckn' A. Damn you look hot." Martin said, playing with her ass as she turned and displayed her body for him. When she was facing him again he began to rub her wet pussy through her already damp panties. She began to gyrate against his hand and moan between ever deepening breaths. It seemed like everything else in the room had disappeared - the cameraman, makeup girl, her husband. She felt like she was in a trance. "Lay down," she said, "I want to taste your cock." Martin smiled and obliged, lying down on his back on the bed. Leslie climbed across his legs and undid his belt and pants, pulling them and his underwear down in one smooth motion. When she looked up she saw Martin's 11 inch cock standing straight up, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it, spreading the slick pre-cum over the head and shaft. Her fingers could not reach all the way around. She remembered the thing about guys liking to see wedding rings in these videos, and switched to using her left hand, turning her hand so that the camera had a clear view of her ring finger. She then leaned in and started to lick the head of Martin's cock. He tasted salty from the pre-cum, and his dick was hot to her tongue. She worked over the head a few times with her tongue, and then began to take him deep in her mouth. She felt her tongue pressed down against the floor of her mouth by the size, and soon felt the urge to gag when his head hit the back of her throat. She worked her way up and down to this point, letting her throat slowly accommodate and feeling the urge to gag diminish. She had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs before, and Derek's was the only penis she had ever had in her mouth before this. And she only gave him head two or three times a year. Now it was different, she felt possessed, and was determined to take more of Martin's cock. She began to push deeper, feeling his dick go deeper and deeper down her throat each time. She nearly gagged twice, but managed to control it and soon she could feel his pubic hair brushing against her nose and lips as she engulfed nearly the entire length. She suddenly felt Martin's hand push forcefully down on the back of her head and hold her face down, fully impaled on his cock. She felt her throat stretched and nearly puked, but after a moment the urge passed. He held her this way for a few seconds and then relaxed. She backed off, saliva pouring from her mouth, and then took him deeply again, looking up at Martin, and the camera, with her blue eyes. The world came back to focus a little, and she lifted her head off Martin and glanced over at Derek. He was watching in rapt attention, flushed and clearly paying attention to every detail. She leaned in again, licking up and down the side of Martin's cock, keeping her eyes fixed on her husband as she did so. Martin sat up, and pulled her down on her back, rolling on top of her. He pulled her bra straps down and began to lick her nipples. She was so sensitive that she almost cried out. His hand moved down her belly and under her panties, and she felt a finger press into her wet pussy. She moaned louder and began to gyrate her hips as he began to push farther inside of her. He moved down in the bed and practically ripped her panties off. He pressed his hands against her stockinged thighs and moved her legs apart, and began to lick the insides of her thighs, working his way towards her moist hole. He pressed his tongue between her labia and began to prod into her wetness, avoiding her clit at first but soon working his way up. She felt an orgasm rising, and began to breathe in rapid shallow breaths. His tongue flicked fast and soft against her clit, and soon her body was racked with an intense orgasm. She thrashed about on the bed, digging her nails into the sheets, and started to shout "Oh fuck fuck fuck, oh god please fuck me with that big black cock!" As the last wave of orgasm faded, she felt Martin pulling her back down towards him. He was sliding up to meet her, and soon she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her swollen pussy lips. Her body shuddered again, and she soon felt the head begin to press inside her. At first it was pain, and intense flare that subsided to a dull ache, and then to a deep pleasurable sensation like she had never felt before. As he pressed deeper she threw her legs higher into the air and spread her legs wide, feeling him press deeper and deeper to her cervix. Soon it began to hurt again, and she knew she would never be able to take all of him from this position. Martin pulled out. "Roll over, get on your knees." he commanded, and she obeyed. "Face your husband." he said. She worked her way around on the bed, and was now looking Derek in the eyes once again. Martin entered her from behind, and soon was pushing deeper than before. He was holding her at the waist with his right hand and cupping her left breast with the other. She began to push back to meet his thrusts, feeling herself stretch further with every stroke. She felt pressure now in places that she had never felt touched before. She fixed her eyes on Derek. "Ohh baby, see how he's fucking me? Oh fuck this feels good. Do you like seeing me get fucked like this?" "Hell yes, you look so fucking hot right now." Derek replied, and by the look on his face she knew he meant it. She now felt another orgasm coming on, and she dug her nails into the sheets and pushed back hard against Martin. He was now in to the hilt, and she felt his thighs slapping up against her. He now grabbed her by the waist with both hands and began to pound faster. The first wave of orgasm hit her, and she felt herself clamping down on Martin's dick, making the pressure more intense. She began to cry out over and over as her entire body began to shake. Her arms went limp and she simply pressed her face into the bed and began to groan. After what seemed like an eternity, the orgasm faded and she was able to push herself up again. Martin was still stroking away. How long was he going to last? Martin's thrusts slowed and then he pulled out slowly. "Now you on top, I want to see those beautiful tits bounce while you fuck me." He laid down on his back and motioned for her to straddle him. Leslie moved herself over his cock and directed the head into her now aching pussy with her left hand. She saw the cameraman moving around to try to get a better shot, and instinctively lifted her leg to give him a better view of her wedding ring clad hand directing a huge black cock inside her. She smiled slyly at the thought of how much of a whore she had become over the last half hour. She sat slowly back on Martin's cock, taking the full length much easier now. When she was fully down she began to gyrate her hips back and forth slowly, feeling the ridge of his cock riding along her clit. She then began to ride up and down, moving up until she felt the head began to stretch against her pussy lips, and then moving down until he was pressing up against her womb. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down with each stroke. She looked over her shoulder and saw Derek watching her intently. She leaned way back to give him a good view of her bouncing tits and her cock filled pussy. This angle increased the pressure on her clit, and she felt waves of pleasure unlike any other so far. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin began to say over and over in his deep voice. He pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her neck, beginning to thrust harder with his pelvis. Just then Leslie realized that Martin had never put on a condom. She had been so focused on what it would feel like to fuck this man that the thought had never crossed her mind earlier. She started to pull back, but Martin pulled down harder with his hands. She was about to ask him to stop, but then another orgasm began to rise within her. The thought of a strange man cumming inside of her only increased the thrill, and at this point she couldn't stop. She was on the pill after all, and they had both taken STD tests over the past week. She leaned in told Martin, "I want to feel your cum inside me. Keep fucking me deep." He responded by pulling her tight against him and thrusting at a furious pace. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke now, and soon she was screaming with another orgasm. Martin moaned, and she felt his cock swell inside of her and begin to spasm as he shot wave after wave of hot sperm deep inside her. She could feel his cock becoming slick with sperm as it began to leak out and run down her thigh. He came for almost a minute, and she felt more sticky wetness against her thighs. Her orgasm slowly passed, and soon they were motionless on the bed, his firm cock still fully impaled in her aching cunt. She was covered with sweat and trembling in his arms, completely spent. No one spoke for a long while, then she slowly rolled off, feeling a plop as his now softening cock pulled free from her. She laid on her back, her legs spread, and she saw the cameraman move down to get a shot of the cum leaking from her swollen pussy. She bore down with her pelvic muscles and felt a gob of semen run down her bottom. It felt like a cupful. Martin moved to the foot of the bed, admiring his handiwork. "Now that's what a well fucked pussy looks like my man. Every time you fuck her from now on, you are gonna think of this." The camera panned from her, to Derek, then back to her face. "Now wave bye bye." Leslie gave a small wave to the camera, and then Martin motioned for him to cut the tape. The cameraman lowered the recorder, looked at Leslie and simply said "wow" before walking from the room, leaving the three of them alone. "Holy shit!" Martin said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He handed Leslie a small towel to clean herself up with. "That's by far the best yet. Most of my first timers are so nervous they just lay there like a fish. You fuck like a pro, but more natural. I could make you a star in this business. If you ever decide to do another movie, you have an open invitation from me." Leslie could only smile faintly at this. With the thrill now wearing off, the reality of what she had just done started to sink in. Thoughts of the video becoming public - their friends and family finding out - started to creep into her mind. She also began to wonder about how Derek would react to this in the long run. And him cumming inside her - she hoped to hell those pills worked. "Enjoy what you have, because this is a onetime thing for us." "Fair enough." Martin stood up to leave the room. "You certainly more than held up your end of the bargain tonight. It has definitely been a pleasure. Anna will have your loan check for you as you leave. Feel free to use the shower to freshen up before you leave." He walked out and closed the door behind him. Leslie stood up and walked over to Derek. He stood to meet her. "Are you OK?" He asked. "Yes, I think so." "I love you so much," he said, hugging her tight, and then whispered in her ear, "You are so fucking hot. I just want you to know how lucky I feel to have you." "I love you too." She hugged him tight, feeling better again. They spoke little as they drove home that evening, simply holding hands in the car. She wondered how Corie must have felt at this point, and knew she would have to call her tomorrow just to have a kindred voice to talk with. She also wondered about how women decided to do this for a living. She thought about Martin's offer to make her a porn star, and it made her shudder a little. She had no regrets about tonight, but knew this was something she would never do again. Or so she thought. To be continued? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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