Ebony and Ivory Ch. 02

Freyja woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing with a quiet click, followed by the sounds of voices, low and warm, muffled through the walls. Quiet footsteps approached down the hallway, and soon the other bedroom's door was closed.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the darkness, sluggish with sleep. Outside the window, the first rays of sunlight filtered through, signaling the beginning of a new day. As Freyja slowly sat up, her body protested every movement, a painful reminder of the past night's events. The curtains were drawn, casting long strips of shadows across the disheveled bed. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the black dildo on the sheets, the bottle of lube, and the laptop on the floor below. She cursed to herself, opening the computer to make sure it still worked. Then the screen loaded, revealing the OnlyFans profile and the damning messages they had sent back and forth last night. Her eyes went wide as she saw the pictures of Ogun, and she slammed the laptop shut again, shoving it on her bedside table.

Yesterday, she had sex with that attractive African American gymmate, and afterwards he offered her to create a shared OnlyFans profile, which would be the perfect solution to her many financial problems... or a way to permanently ruin her miserable life.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she checked the time. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. Hesitating for a minute, she stared at the screen until she was certain she couldn't hear footsteps outside. She quietly pushed herself out of bed, her bare feet hitting the fuzzy carpet.

Freyja crept toward the bedroom door, moving carefully to avoid the creaky spots on the floor. She opened it ever so slightly, just enough for her to take a look up and down the hallway. The low, steady moans of pleasure could be heard from Alice's bedroom. She listened carefully, her curiosity getting the better of her. The unmistakable sounds of sexual intercourse continued.

"That's it... Take it all." A male voice cut through the thin walls. "Yeah, you like that, huh?"

"Oh... fuck yeah!" Alice's voice echoed, filled with uninhibited delight, "Yes! Oh damn... this dick is so good!"

The rhythmic creaking of their bed kept time with the sharp, slapping sounds. Her body remained tense as she shut the door softly before finally exhaling. Wide awake, Freyja sat down in her bed. She could feel the familiar warmth spreading between her legs. Maybe she just needed a little release, too. Freyja grabbed her laptop, her movements slow and heavy, and set it up on her pillow. Sighing, she pressed play on a random Ogun's video. The room was dimly lit with the only light source being the little sunshine that poked through the blinds and her computer screen.

The scene looked familiar. Regina's gym. The weight bench, a Latina girl was tied to it. And a good-looking black guy. Ogun. He unzipped his shorts and Freyja got a good look at his thick, black cock. He drove it into her savagely, humping her while she sobbed and begged. Eventually, he came filling her up with cum... and again before he finally pulled out, releasing a load of spunk from her pussy.

Why did wachting that bastard fucking make her feel so good? Ogun slotted in perfectly with her perverted delusions. It wasn't always like this. Her porn intake had been the typical vanilla stuff, solo girls playing with themselves, until one fateful day, an improperly-tagged compilation of videos slipped past her blocklist... clips of blonde teenagers getting bred by strong black men. Normally, she would have just switched off, but something compelled her to keep watching. Seeing those innocent pale-skinned whores giving into their primal urges... it turned her on.

The dumb sexual interactions she'd had with boys her age amounted to something very lackluster. Ogun, on the other hand, had led her with self-confidence and mastery that could only be achieved from years of guiding women into orgasms. Combine that with the sheer size of him --not just his cock, but his entire body-- she had discovered herself losing her awareness and totally accepting his dark dominance.

As the video played on, a strange feeling surged through her body. Freyja didn't waste any time, doing her best to drive his fingers deeper into her needy cunt. Her hands were moving on their own, stroking herself as fast as she could. She couldn't stop herself. After only a few seconds, she thrashed against the sheets and climaxed, rendering her unable to stand up from her bed.

A buzzing brought her out of her reverie. The college student reached for her cell phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the missed calls. Her mother's name flashed at the top, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she answered.

"Freyja, where have you been? I've been so worried."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The weight of what had just happened sat heavy on her chest. Her mother's voice grew anxious, "Freyja? Are you there?"

"Yes, Mom. Just wake up now. Sorry."

Her mother's voice softened, a maternal warmth seeping through the receiver. "Are you alright?"

Freyja swallowed hard, her throat raw and dry. "Yesterday I was really tired when I arrived from the gym." She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was a slight tremor to it that she couldn't quite control.

Her mother's concern was evident in her tone. "Are you sure, Freyja? You sound a bit... off. Is everything okay there? Do you need us to send money for anything?"

"No, everything is ok. I just need to have a coffee and take a shower."

Freyja's mother paused, her silence heavy with unspoken worry. "Alright. But please, if you need anything, anything at all, you call us. We're here for you, you know that." Her words were laced with a mother's intuition, a subtle undercurrent of concern that Freyja can't quite ignore.

She nodded even though her mother couldn't see it. "I know, Mom." She leaned against the headboard, adjusting the phone against her face. "How's going on? You're up very, very early."

She chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Had some trouble sleeping last night..."

"Me too." Freyja sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Her mother was quiet on the line for a moment. Freyja glanced at a framed picture next to her bed. A little girl stood with a tall, beautiful woman in matching flowery yellow dresses.

"The neighborhood is crowded with African immigrants. Damn music... so loud they kept me awake. How are you feeling in Detroit?"

"Mmm... I'm alright, managing. I'll call you later, I promise." Freyja ended the call, her hands shaking. "I love you, Mom."

Packing her life into two suitcases and dragging them thousands of miles away had been an emotional whirlwind. Two years later, it was the end of the month, and she didn't even know if she still had money on her card. But she knew how hard it was for her parents to earn money, and she didn't want to be a burden.

She then exhaled, slowly, looking at her dormitory. The room felt claustrophobic now, the walls closing in around her. Freyja stood up on unsteady legs, her body protesting every movement. The bathroom door beckoned, a sanctuary where she could wash away the last evidences of her past transgressions. As the hot water cascaded over her body, she winced at the stinging pain in her sex. Then she wrapped a towel around her body, wincing as the terry cloth grazed her sore muscles. She applied a light layer of makeup carefully to conceal the bruises on her neck and breasts. Her hand trembled slightly as she applied lipstick, the color a stark contrast to her pale complexion. The mirror finally reflected a young, attractive blonde who was trying to convince the world that she was okay.

Freyja was 5'7", she had hazel eyes, a reddish-golden waterfall of hair now wet and her body rivaled that of many of the porn stars she had seen. But she was never a very social person. Her academics were flawless. She kept to herself, sat in the corner of the classroom, spent her free time listening to rap music on her iPod, and used to hide her voluptuous body under baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts with artwork from her favorite Hip Hop artists.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she left the bathroom and headed to her bedroom. The towel hugged her curves, accentuating the fullness of her figure. Once in her room, she removed the towel and flopped onto her bed, her heavy weight causing the bed to shake and creak. Then, she started to dress.

Her shared home was a small two-room apartment, minimally furnished. Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the joint kitchen and dining room area. Alice and her new lover were still in her room -- she didn't know whether they were awake and 'busy' or just sleeping. Either way, she didn't want to disturb them. What she did want to do was have a nice breakfast ready for them when they finally emerged, so she made some omelets and put on the coffee.

"Good morning," said a very sexy, deep, velvety, yet raspy voice from behind her, and Freyja looked over her shoulder.

"Coffee's ready. You're having omelets. Orange juice in the fridge if you want," Freyja said.

Alice Tanaka, her flatmate, greeted her with a casual hug before she grabbed the cup and took a long sip. She was a half-Asian, half-white girl with a medium build and a toned body under an oversized sleep shirt. Her black hair was cut in a sleek bob that framed her oval-shaped face. Even with messy hair, her roommate was stunning. Her features seemed to be chiseled in alabaster, lean, and regal, symmetrically and compellingly.

"Thank you, Frey. This is Buddy."

"Bobby," he corrected her. Alice's new, casual lover entered the kitchen. "Good to meet you, Freyja." He grinned widely, moving over and offering his hand.

She took it after a moment. "Likewise." She murmured, her Norwegian accent smooth and low.

Bobby was a big black man with a chiseled frame and a shaved head. His boxers did a poor job of hiding the bulge straining against the fabric. He didn't wear anything else.

Their campus was in a mostly white area of Midtown, where Wayne State University was based. The streets were full of beautiful female students, the cream of America's white middle class, with tough-looking black men, obviously not fellow students due to their gangsta attire. Being in Detroit, it was natural that there was plenty of 'cultural exchange ' between the white female students and the thousands of African American men living around. In the evenings, the bars would be full of big, arrogant black studs chatting up the hot college girls and intimidating their male mates.

All of her life, the idea was instilled into Alice by her parents that she needed to marry within her kind, and thus had a string of Asian boyfriends, all of whom failed to satisfy her. They were all meek and skinny and small where it counted. Any man who could last a few rounds with her in a sparring session had to be man enough to tame her.

Freyja sat in a corner of the table, her hands fidgeting with her sweatshirt sleeves. While the low murmur of conversation and the smell of coffee put her somewhat at ease, the scene seemed very... domestic. She tried not to dwell on what had happened last night too much. Right now, she just wanted things to seem... normal.

"We'll clean up the dishes," said Alice. "And relax."

Freyja paused, meeting Alice's gaze, unable to keep herself from returning her 'innocent' smile, and knowing what 'relax' meant."

"Going to college, then," she said, leaving them to clear the table.

"Don't wanna join us?" Bobby said.

Without turning around, Freyja flipped him a fond middle finger before disappearing through the doorway.

****

It was the first day of the fall semester, and 30 minutes later Freyja was walking to a new class. Her tracksuit bottoms were struggling to contain her wide, bubble butt, as she made her way to the building where the class was held. She entered, turned towards the stairwell, and noticed a slim boy taking a seat near the back, and she sat next to him.

"Freyja! Hi!" The slim boy was Andrew Smith. He was in a group project with her and he was charming in a geeky, unconventional sort of way. Surprisingly handsome, even if it was hidden underneath disheveled hair better suited to a mad scientist and round glasses. He had a beautifully defined jaw and gorgeous blue eyes.

"Hi, Andy. Good morning." She smiled sweetly, a smile that made him weak in the knees every time he saw it.

"G-Good! I was wondering if we could talk about the project."

"Sure thing, what do you have in mind?"

"Well..." Andy struggled to say it. "I... wanted to invite you to my flat so we could finish it up..." He trembled as he gave his offer, and Freyja found this endearing if not a bit pathetic.

"Andy... You're a great guy, but I'd feel more comfortable in the library."

"Sure. Saturday at 16:00?" He opened his mouth as if to say more, but his fragile nerves were etched on every line of his face, and instead, his mouth clamped down tight.

"Ok, I'll see you there," she said.

Then, he held a black bag out to Freyja, staring at her like an eager puppy waiting for approval as she unwrapped the contents. At the sight of the green hardcover book, she felt like a child at Christmas. Over a week ago, she had chatted with him about her failed eBay auction attempts to secure a particular edition of The Kalevala, which sold out at every online bookstore.

"How on earth did you get hold of this?"

"Geek skills. There was a store in South Africa that still had one," he answered, sounding quietly chuffed with himself.

The gesture was so sweet it warmed her from the inside out, making her cheeks tingle with heat. "Look, I can't accept this..."

"It's just a birthday present," Andy argued.

"My birthday is in a week," she answered, smiling.

"Invite me to the party then," he said.

Freyja found Andy to be disarmingly sweet and harmless, things the men in her past had decidedly not been. It was why she found herself letting down her guard, so they chatted as more students started to trickle into the small classroom. A hush fell over the classroom as the professor entered.

"Good morning, class," he said, and the students returned his greeting in unison. "I'm Dr. Hardwood, and I will be taking you on this journey through gynecology, pregnancy, and reproductive health through the lens of intersectionality and critical race theory."

Freyja was transfixed by her new black professor. Forty-something, she thought. Still very fit but not jacked. He stood 6'3" in a grey suit and a black shirt that bulged around his chest and arms. He raised a large hand to point out the next student to speak with a long, thick finger, and Freyja couldn't help but imagine those hands on her. She snapped out of her fantasy when he started to talk.

"It's so nice to meet you all," Dr. Hardwood announced, moving to stand at the front of the room, surveying the class with a cool gaze and passing out a syllabus as he spoke. His hand brushed Freyja's as he handed her the paper, and she inhaled sharply. Their eyes locked for a short moment, but Dr. Hardwood kept moving around the classroom as he introduced the material.

"Now, as you all know from the syllabus, our first lecture is about the fertility issues in interracial couples. Despite the unprecedented rise in the number of intermarriages in recent decades, our understanding of the fertility behavior of interracial couples is still limited. But we do know that, over evolution, a complex interaction at the protein level has been built for the fusion of both gametes. The same genetic mechanisms responsible for preventing crossbreeding between individuals of different species can also lead to variation in reproductive compatibility between individual males and females within each species."

Freyja found his eyes consistently drawing back to her as he lectured, while she hardly looked up from her notes, scribbling away in her notebook at every word that escaped his thick lips.

"Using the available data, interracial couples' risk of pregnancy differed little from that of same‐race White couples, with the exception of White woman and Black man couples, whose risk of pregnancy was significantly higher than both same‐race couples."

A cute student raised her hand to ask, "So, if I have bare sex with a black guy, I'm more likely to get pregnant?"

Laughter echoed around the classroom and Dr. Hardwood quickly answered.

"Yes. Certain male (sperm) genotypes that have high reproductive success with certain female (oocyte) genotypes can have much lower reproductive success with other female genotypes. It's all evolutionary competition. Males compete for breeding rights, females select the best available male. But a woman's offspring is limited. Therefore, women are the limiting factor, and the conquest of their wombs is an instinctive impulse when interracial competition emerges."

Freyja can't help but let out a snort at that.

"Do you have a comment to make, Mrs...?" Dr. Hardwood asked, turning around to stare directly at her.

'How the fuck did he even hear that?' She thought.

"Freyja Lindström," She answered, smiling at the professor a little sharply. "But I mean, c'mon, you're talking about sexual competition among human races?"

"Do you have any issue with human evolution, Mrs Lindström?" Dr. Hardwood shot back, quirking an eyebrow at her.

For Freyja, it was a big challenge. "Political conceptions of race are not biologically real. Humans are too genetically similar to be divided us into multiple subspecies. In fact, our genetic diversity is low enough that there is a hypothesis that humanity underwent a population bottleneck at some point in the past."

"Scientifically, you are correct. But science can also explain the greater sexual ability of a specific race as an essential factor for its reproductive success. The testicles of a gorilla weigh 30-35 grams, whereas those of a chimpanzee weigh about 120. The erect gorilla penis is only 3-6 cm long, whereas that of a chimpanzee measures 8-18 cm in length. But an adult male gorilla weighs from 136 to 195 kg, whereas a male chimpanzee weighs 40-70 kg. How do you explain these striking differences between the two species, Mrs Lindström?"

Freyja blinked at him before averting her eyes and chewing on his bottom lip, considering the answer. "Chimpanzees' evolutionary background involved a significant degree of polygynous relationships, rather than gorillas' exclusively monogamous mating. Chimpanzees need to produce a lot of semen because they compete continuously with other males and mate much more frequently than male gorillas. Larger penis can ejaculate semen directly to the bottom of the vaginas, making its seed to enter directly to the cervix. Bigger gonads allow them to generate a larger load of sperm, increasing the chances of impregnation. The ability to provide more pleasure also means a constant female desire to repeat the experience."

"Very well, Mrs. Lindström," Dr Hardwood answered. "I hope this will be useful in your daily life."

Again, there was some laughter, and Dr Hardwood wrapped up his lecture and watched as some students filtered out, and a dozen lined up in front of the podium to ask uninvolved questions. He answered them to the best of their ability while Freyja remained seated organizing her notes, still embarrassed.

After what seemed like a short eternity, the line in front of them wrapped up. Freyja finally looked up at him, revealing big, hazel, upturned eyes, and grinned as they made eye contact. She quickly stood, throwing her tote over her shoulder, and walked up to his podium, notebook and pencil in hand.

"Thank you, Dr. Hardwood. Wonderful and challenging lecture, though I do wish you were able to further discuss this amazong issue."

He shook her hand, a sturdy shake, with a confident, but not cocky, smile. "It was a pleasure discussing theory with you. I can see your passion. I can tell you have a bright future ahead of you."

"I'm not completely sure," she said earnestly. "Hopefully getting a PhD or MD at some point, though, haven't quite decided which."

"You seem more competent than most of your colleagues," he said with a smirk. She blushed and smiled to herself, thanking him again. He reached into his briefcase, pulling out his card.

"If you ever find yourself needing an internship as an obstetrician, feel free to give me a call," he said, holding the card in two fingers as he handed it to her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she took it from his fingers, brows raised, "Wow. Thank you, that's incredibly generous, Dr. Hardwood."

She was taken aback and tucked it into a small pocket on the front of her bag as she began to leave the class.

"It was my pleasure." He watched as she walked up the stairs and out the door.

Freyja found Andy at the door, and the two students exited the building, heading towards the parking lot.

"What did you think of that?" Andy asked her.

"I think he's hot as hell," Freyja said.

"He is, but I'm talking about the class," Andy said, blushing.

"It's an easy A and I have something nice to look at while I get it," Freyja grinned. Andy noticed that the zipper on her tracksuit top was down, creating a devastating cleavage.

****

Bobby wasn't at home. In their small, cramped kitchen, Alice had started to prepare lunch.

"Smells delicious," Freyja said and made her way to the table where she already had a glass of wine poured for her. "What are we having?"

"Nothing fancy, just spaghetti and salad," Alice answered as she stirred the pasta on the stove. Then she fished for a noodle and ran it under the cool tap water. She held it up for Freyja, and she opened her mouth to taste it.

"Perfect," Freyja nodded.

They tucked into their meal and talked about their day. As always, their conversation was pleasant. "How'd the lecture go?" Alice asked.

"Well. It was super interesting. The teacher offered me an internship after graduation. Gave me his card and everything."

Alice studied her a little longer before smiling at her. "Are you seeing anyone?"

The blonde laughed. "You know I broke up with my last boyfriend, if that's what you can even call it, about two months ago." She paused with a plate in her hand. "Why do you ask?"

"I can't help but notice the smell of your gym suit in the washing machine," Alice answered.

"Hum. A quickie with a gymmate. He's the kind of guy you want to slap," Freyja then added as an afterthought, "and then fuck." The mouthful of wine burned as it tracked down Freyja's throat.

"So, it was good then?"

"Where to start," Freyja sighed, knocking back the last of her wine. "He's black. He has a huge cock. Not just length, but perfectly thick."

"Then, enjoy what you can. Black studs are not the type to settle down with just one girl. Any plan for the rest of the weekend?"

Freyja shrugged. "Not really. Studying. Homework. Actually, he invited me to a new pub... but I'm not in the mood."

"You can't hide away in there forever." Alice said softly and leaned forward.

"I know," she mumbled.

"You need to put yourself out there!"

"I know." Freyja closed her eyes briefly, exasperated, and leaned back in the chair.

"You need a date... Look, I'll help you," Alice offered, clearly picking up on Freyja's tired mood. "Today, Albert is taking me to Selene's again. Very fancy... and he has a nice, single friend."

"I don't need you to set up my dates for me." Freyja waved her hand. "Are you still dating with Albert?"

"Yes, I do," Alice answered confused.

"So why you spend last night... with Bobby?" Freyja asked.

"I wasn't going to have sex with Albert," Alice said, nearly laughing. "Today, it's going to be only our four date!! What would he think of me?"

"Yeah, but, hum, Bobby..."

"He's just a fuck buddy. Just like you, now, with your gymmate. Just take what you can get, because any white dick you might get is just not gonna be the same."

"Oh." Freyja wasn't sure what to answer. "Thank you, but I can do it on my own."

"Sure," Alice said as she hitched an innocent look onto her face. "Just make sure it's someone good... like your gymmate."

But Freyja was staring out of the window... The city buzzed, alive outside of their small apartment.

"Are you listening to me?" Her roommate demanded.

"What?" Freyja looked blankly at her dear friend. "Oh, yes... Of course."

When they were finished, they tackled the dishes. Freyja had decided that it was for the best to not meet Ogun and leave their relationship at that. But she felt hot, very hot. Her legs wobbled with every step as she went to her room. In her mind the same phrases repeated themselves, making her unable to think. But worse than the intrusive thoughts was the itch that burned deep inside her, a primal need for someone to fuck her. The more she tried to fight it the hornier she got, and Alice watched her closely.

"Here we go... Matchmaking Alice did it again," thought her friend with an elated grin on her face.

Once in her bedroom, Freyja's excitement was palpable. A red bodycon dress was in her closet, begging to be worn for the first time. It was super cute, very revealing, stopping mid-thigh and completely off her shoulders, yet modest enough to have full sleeves. But 'modest' was a strong word to describe the damn thing when, ten minutes later, it clung to every curve on her voluptuous body. To top it all off, Freyja tied a little black choker around her neck, the small lace bow detail resting flush on her neck. Then she started with her makeup. Once Freyja was satisfied with the result, she did a smile twirl as she applied the last bit of mascara to her eyelashes, watching in the mirror as she looked herself over. While the dress itself was somewhat provocative, the skirt seemed to stay in place as she confidently contorted herself every which way.

An eventual knock at her door pulled her attention away from the mirror. Glancing over, she saw Alice leaving home to meet her beloved Albert, so she didn't have to answer any questions about her plans. She took her time to paint her nails to match the top, and put on a pair of black heels.

Outside, the sun had all but set, the stars were nearly out, and all of the businesses were closing for the night. In the streets, neon signs cast pink and blue reflections on the puddles from an earlier rain shower. Freyja raised her hand, and as if by magic, a cab materialized.

"Ebony and Ivory," she instructed the driver.

Her reluctance was palpable, and yet she found herself shivering with anticipation as her taxi neared the club complex ten minutes later. Even from the confines of the vehicle, she could hear the faint thumping of loud dance music. As the cab pulled close to the curb, Freyja steeled herself.

"You seem like a nice girl and I can tell you're not from around here. You should be careful," the driver said.

"Thank you."

After stopping a moment to fix her perfectly primped hair and checking her makeup in the rearview mirror, the college student made her way to the pub. The muted music grew louder and louder, African-inspired, tribal, rhythmic, and dark. A crowd flooded the street in front of the entrance, winding a lineup to get in that seemed to go on for miles. There were plenty of young white girls and not a single white male around... among a large number of black men. The line shuffled forward, and Freyja saw a white couple arguing with security at the door.

"Come on, man, let us through!" A white middle-aged man complained to the tall, muscular black guard.

"Like I said, she can come in, but you stay outside. Now move on!" He said, and Freyja shivered as the mountain of a man looked down at her. "Come through," the bouncer said, before he stepped aside to let her in, drawing protests from a half-dozen college girls who'd been told to wait.

"Thank you..." Freyja felt strangely thrilled when she got close to the burly black man, she couldn't understand what kind of response her body was making. Suddenly she was face-to-face with Ogun, his dark eyes unreadable. He gently took her arm and kissed her cheek, as polite as ever, but so close to her mouth that she had to slightly turn away to avoid him.

"Was it hard to find?" His soft smile always made Freyja melt.

"Not really."

He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Come in, I want to introduce you to someone."

The club was a pulsating mass of bodies and noise, the bass of the music thrumming through her chest like a second heartbeat. As they enter, all eyes turn to Ogun. Not a single white male anywhere, and a lax dress code. Scantily-clad white girls enjoying themselves dancing and holding hands with the ebony men. Most of the seating in the club was occupied by African American guys, accompanied by one, two, or even three white girls her age sitting on their laps or kissing them.

People greet Ogun with respect, and he acknowledges them with a nod, a smirk playing on his lips. Leading her through the crowd, his hand firmly on her waist, Freyja perceived the power emanating from the man who casually wrapped her as if she were just another of his possessions, and she felt strangely aroused. The Hip Hop music flooded her ears, and she could feel the vibrations through her chest, settling in rhythm with her heart rate.

The Norse student felt a strange sense of detachment, like she had stepped into a new world, both frightening and exhilarating, a world she never imagined she'd be a part of. Ogun maneuvered them through the crowd toward the stairwell with a sense of purpose. The upper VIP lounge was considerably darker and less crowded than the main floor, lit mainly by LED lights in shades of red that gave it an otherworldly kind of vibe. Each table was separated by black partitions that gave a sense of isolation, like a series of private little booths.

As they passed one room, a moan echoed out, causing Freyja to crane her neck for a look. In the reddish dim light, she could make out a woman on her hands and knees, sandwiched between two muscular black men. Ogun pulled her to him, his hand wrapping around her waist, and guided her to another booth. She took a deep breath, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"Let me introduce you to Malik." Ogun began to walk over in the direction of another black man who had already turned his head to look at both. "She's Freyja. She's the one I was telling you about."

Malik was tall and full of attitude, cocky and confident with a bit of swagger and so sexy. He had a short, close-cropped Afro, and he had gold all over him: a half dozen thick chains around his neck, and a couple of rings on each hand. He had wide shoulders and a lean, hard belly. Tattoos were running down both of his arms.

"A pleasure," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. His intimidating expression stared straight into Freyja's eyes, making her slightly uncomfortable.

"Hey." She raised her hand, quickly shaking his palm with a soft smile on her lips. Ogun couldn't help but chuckle. She managed to be adorable while afraid. "Nice to meet you."

They sat down in a large leather couch and the smug look on Malik's face transformed into a predatory stare. He looked up and down her figure with his right eyebrow raised and a pouty lip, outlining the gentle swell of her breasts.

"You got a pretty snow bunny, Ogun." A chuckle escaped under his breath. "She's perfect like you said, a total fucking cutie in my eyes. Seriously, girl. This body of yours...? You were built to breed black."

"Bro, shut the fuck up." Ogun retorted through his teeth with an irritated tone. "Quit it with the objectification."

"Uh, okay," Malik spat, and Ogun leaned in to talk to him in a lowered voice. Freyja waited patiently beside him, unable to hear the conversation, but she noticed those black eyes on her.

That was the first red flag. The point at which Freyja should have done the sensible thing and told him to piss off. But it was a massive turn-on to be hanging on the arm of a man of authority, a leader of the pack, while lesser men looked on enviously.

Then Malik held her hands up in the air. "Anyway... Look, lady. I mean... what the audience wants, the audience gets. A blonde snowbunny like you sounds like great content."

"He's the cameraman I talked to you about," Ogun said, settling close to her.

"No worries, Malik. I'm fine," Freyja said.

"I heard you were reluctant to come tonight." Malik smiled at her, and she caught an air of flirtatious energy from him, but it seemed a part of his personality more than intentional.

"Well, it's a hard decision to take," she said with a wry smile.

"Make your own choices, blondie. All that matters is what you feel". Ogun offered her an escape from the conversation as he handed her a drink. They kept their eyes locked on each other as they clinked their glasses and downed the drink. She tentatively tried a sip and realized that Ogun was watching, and she quickly poured the rest down her throat. "Thank you."

"No problem. Everything I spend here gets covered by some stupid white incels."

"Wait, sorry?"

"My OnlyFans videos of me having fun take care of my lifestyle. You wouldn't believe how many white guys are willing to pay for you to see you being fucked by black men. Tell me, sweetheart, is there a white boy in your life waiting for you? Someone you belong to?"

She felt a shiver run down her spine at Ogun's bold words, his intense gaze raking over her body with blatant desire. The air felt charged with tension, and Freyja swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts amidst the haze of arousal that was starting to cloud her mind.

"I... no, there's no one," she admitted, her voice coming out breathy and soft. "But that doesn't mean I'm interested in jumping into anything right now. I have my own goals, and I don't want to get distracted from those."

Ogun nodded, his eyes fixed on her pretty face. "That's admirable. It takes a lot of courage to move to a new country on your own. And I can see that you're very driven and ambitious." He got closer, the heat of his body radiating outwards, enveloping her in a cocoon of masculine energy. "I respect your ambitions and your focus." His hand slid down her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin in a suggestive caress. "But I've seen the way you handle yourself. The way you... adapt to new situations. I think we could be good for each other, you and I."

"It's like you were born and raised specifically to fuck black men," added Malik. "Yeah. As simple as that. Snow bunnies that listen to black music, try to talk like black people, and even go out of their way to find underground clubs like this in the middle of nowhere... Let yourself go, baby. Do what makes you happy and get good money with it!"

"Just imagine, for a moment. Giving yourself over to pure, unadulterated pleasure." Ogun's dark hand stroked along her thigh, the rhythm steady and hypnotic. "I could show you things, Freyja. Make you feel things you've never even dreamed of. All you have to do is say yes."

Freyja swallowed. How long had it been since a white guy had had the guts to be so direct with her? Her whole body was growing overly sensitive, with an urgent need for something.

"So... How did you start making..., um, porn? How'd you get yourself involved in something like that?" She knocked back another one of the drinks, feeling another incandescent, burning buzz spread through her. It helped take the edge off.

"My ex girlfriend was rather...," Ogun scratched his left sideburn, "horny. We made some sex tapes of ourselves."

"You did them with her consent?" Freyja asked.

Ogun smiled malevolently. "Oh, I had her consent. The videos were very good material for a wank." He winked at her. "Those were kept private for a couple of years until I published. But they were too amateur, and I asked Malik for help."

"I haven't been in porn very long. Just made a year," said Malik. "Have you watched his videos?"

"Yes. It was... purely research."

"Sure." Malik chuckled.

"Some white girls have forced sex fantasies and are too ashamed to admit it." Ogun's hand was on her thigh, stroking back and forth and seemingly innocently pushing her dress up higher and higher on her leg. Freyja's tank top clung to her in the humidity of the club, and her nipples began to poke through the damp fabric, and she felt exposed.

"Oh," she mumbled, trying to look away, failing.

"Is that what you want?" Ogun's voice was suddenly dominating, and she felt a shiver between her thighs. "Yes or no."

"Maybe," she whispered, squeezing her knees together, feeling trapped. Ogun simply nodded, his hand resting on her lap, absently stroking the material of her skirt and her left thigh beneath it.

"Come now, Freyja. Surely you can see the benefits of a... mutually beneficial arrangement." His free hand reached for his cell phone, flipping it over to reveal a screen with his monthly fees. "This amount? It's nothing compared to what we could get... working together. This is a huge deal for you, it could help you to pay for university."

"Tell me your conditions," Freyja responded, quite shocked at the amount of money she would be able to win. She took another sip of the drink. The alcohol was doing most of the talking for her now, and she was all too willing to ride this wave.

"I'll manage the OnlyFans profile, and we'll split 48% of the profits each. Malik gets the remaining 4%. One video per week, our faces will be blurred."

"No. The girls attract the audience, as you said. I'll earn 75%, you split the rest."

"I have an established fan base... You get a 60%."

"No. A 70%. Plus, I want the password to have control over the content, messages, and social media."

"Okay. Fair enough. Just business, nothing you need to worry about."

"Business," Freyja echoed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And what exactly does this 'business' involve? I want to know all. I need to know what I'm getting myself into. What... what kind of contents you have in mind?" She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the thrill of the game. But she won't deny that the conversation was intoxicating.

"How do you feel about being a racist little girl with a secret craving for dark flesh? We would pretend to be a real BDSM couple. I'd be your Master, and we'd make a series of videos about your slut training."

Freyja's heart pounded.

"Pretending you're my real Dom?" She whispered, blushing hard. "I think... that sounds hot."

"Do you have any experience in BDSM or rough sex?" Malik asked.

Blushing, she nodded. "The one time I was... I wanted more but was never brave enough to ask."

"Don't worry, darling. We'll take it slow."

Freyja sucked in her breath, forgetting to breathe for a moment or two, letting it out slowly. "Okay," she replied submissively. "But not a lot of pain. I mean, nothing extreme."

Ogun's expression softened. "I understand," he said gently. "Your body, your rules. We can explore together, at your pace." He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "How about we start with something else? No pressure. Tell me, Freyja... Do you have fantasies to fulfill?"

He looked into her eyes, waiting for her response, his expression open and inviting.

"I have a lot..." she said, before straightening herself to increase her confidence. "I'd really like to do a roleplay scene," she swallowed. "I want... bondage and oral." She was almost breathless by the time she was done, the words coming out in a rush. "And remember. No faces. My mother..."

"Yeah. She seems like a bit of a conservative. What do you think she would think if she knew about us?"

Freyja bit her lip as she thought about the answer and made a resigned shrug. "Probably, she would suffer a heart attack." The three shots of liquor had lowered her inhibitions considerably. "But I need a way out of this life. You feel me?"

"I feel you, doll. I have big plans for us."

"It ain't often that a girl in the business enjoys their work," said Malik. There was a moment of mutual understanding between them that Freyja was obviously excluded from. She took another swig, the liquor burning her throat.

"I want you to be quite clear about who you are," Ogun said. "Whenever we're filming, I'll give you orders. I expect you to obey them. Will you?" His voice had taken on that dark timbre. Freyja swallowed hard and nodded.

"If you want it, say it," Ogun warned, his tone stern.

"Yes," she said without hesitation. Her mouth had gone dry at the same rate her pussy had not. She was prepared to play his game.

"I see my two stars are getting along splendidly," said Malik, his eyes roaming over her figure, settling at her chest.

Ogun broke their hypnotic gaze as he brought his mouth down on her lips. She kissed him back with more passion and lust. As Ogun's lips left hers, he whispered, "Let's make this official, shall we?"

Freyja took a deep breath, her voice lowering. "When do you want to film?"

"How about right now?" he answered.

****

It was only a matter of minutes before they drove along a downtown neighborhood of older brick buildings that Freyja didn't recognize. Sitting in the passenger seat of Ogun's BMW, she glanced at Malik in the rearview mirror and looked out the window. Derelict buildings with boarded-up windows lined both sides of the road, their facades crumbling and covered in graffiti. Trash was strewn everywhere, creating a chaotic tapestry of discarded items, from old mattresses to broken furniture and empty bottles.

It was almost 1:00 a. m. when Ogun parked in front of a condominium complex. Freyja steeled herself, taking a deep breath as her heart began to feel like it pumped out of her chest. The black man turned off the engine and leaped out of the car, walking over to her side to open the door for her. While Freyja unbuckled her seatbelt, he offered her a hand, helping her up from her seat.

He never failed to impress her with his chivalry, regardless of the situation. Despite his notorious 'bad boy' façade, the college student couldn't help but feel quite the opposite. But accompanied by a couple of black guys she actually knew nothing about, once more, she wondered at the wisdom of her choice. Her stilettos clicked on the floor as she walked up the stairwell, swaying just slightly from the alcohol. The heat on the back of her neck and between her breasts raised fine little beads of perspiration. Ogun's presence was overwhelming, his muscular frame filling the small space of the corridor.

"Here's my playroom." Malik opened the door and let her go first, turning the light on.

The room felt charged with tension, the air thick with the unspoken attraction. Ogun's eyes were dark and intense, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her response.

"A playroom?" Freyja took a couple of steps in and stopped. The light was dim, and the walls were made of brick and covered with large graffiti. To her right, there was a large cabinet with cuffs, rope, paddles, and whips. There were iron beams on the ceiling. And there was a padded bench, a pair of steel cages, and an X-shaped structure. She thought they were called St. Andrew's crosses.

"A sex playroom," Malik explained. "Remember the cute Asian girl from my third video? She's a nasty BBC lover, too. Just like you, Freyja."

"I'm not..."

"No maybes about it, baby girl. No matter how much you deny it, it's what you are. You may not even know it, but you've already made your choice. The moment you got in the car with us."

Freyja shivered, and it wasn't cold.

"Get yourself prepared, you'll find your clothing in the powder room." Malik chuckled. "And then we'll film it all. We'll direct you, so you don't have to worry about remembering anything. I can edit things out if need be. First, we'll upload a short promotional version to PornHub, Reddit, and other social media. We'll publish the full, edited version on OnlyFans."

She went to the bathroom to make sure she looked her best. She reapplied her makeup and dressed with the outfit of a little sex tart: a skimpy pink tank top with 'Slut for Daddy' was slightly too tight across her massive breasts, but it helped keep them in place without a bra. The top ended just above her pierced navel, a short pleated plaid skirt, and her long, shapely legs. She was a living portrait of raw innocence, craving to be defiled.

When she came out of the bathroom, Ogun stood behind her to put a collar. "Hold still." His hands rested on her shoulders, simply nodding shyly as he took it and carefully buckled it around her neck, leaving it snug.

The collar was made of supple leather and had been dyed black, with a silver buckle on one end and a D-shaped ring on the other. The metallic letters 'BBC SLUT' were fixed along its length. Freyja closed her eyes, blushing at the sudden flood of warmth as her pussy betrayed her, soaking suddenly into her cotton panties.

"Okay, let's go," said Malik, holding a camera. "Ogun, you are the dom. You call Freyja either 'ivory slave' or ' white slut' or anything humiliating that crosses your mind."

"With pleasure," Ogun whispered, whereupon Freyja crossed his arms nervously.

"Freyja, you call Ogun 'Master' and obey him. Ogun, you first put Freyja on her knees to blow you. Dirty talk and a bit butt slapping if you want, got it?"

"Sure", he said enthusiastically and clapped his hands. Freyja was staring at the ground while he was watching her with a grin. The other black man took his camera on his shoulders and walked into position, being careful that the other camera on a tripod would never be visible.

"Pretend the camera isn't there, Freyja," said Malik. "Just maintain eye contact with your scene partner. You two look awesome together", he praised. "Ready?'"

"Yeah. Let's make some white guys cum," Ogun laughed with gusto at that. They moved to the spot Malik indicated, in front of a leather sofa, waiting for him to start. He held the camera and then yelled out, "Action!"

Freyja and Ogun looked into their eyes.

"Time to begin your training, Ivory," he said.

For a second, Freyja nervously watched the red light of the camera flicker on.

"My... training?" Her tone was an enthralling mixture of sultriness and innocence.

"Your white slut training," Ogun said. "Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Oh, no," she replied innocently.

"Never... deep-throated a black cock?"

Freyja blushed adorably. "Um, no," she said, looking thoughtfully at the camera.

The sexual tension was like electricity flowing through her body, making her tingle all over. Her breathing was a little too fast, and her pulse was elevated, but nothing was even happening. It was the anticipation of what could happen.

"What are you?" Ogun asked.

"A slut, Master. Your slut." Exposing herself was arousing her.

"My obedient white slut."

"Yes, Master."

"All those strange white guys out there, jacking off to videos of you... I bet some of your friends at college might even see them, maybe even guess who is the star of their dirty little fantasies..." As Ogun talked, his words grew strained.

"Mmmm... so hot!" Freyja pushed her blonde hair behind her ear absentmindedly.

"Maybe even your racist father... I wonder what he would do if he saw his daughter looking like a mudshark slut. Has he ever pictured a nigga roughly fucking his little girl's cute face?"

"No... Can you teach me?" Freyja frowned.

"Yeah, I can definitely do that, whittie." Ogun undid the buckle on the side of her wrap skirt. The fabric quickly slipped down from her body, and he was unconcerned about where it landed. With both hands, he reached for her tank top, hooking his fingers into her cleavage and roughly starting the rip of the cheap fabric. He stopped just below her breasts and then peeled the ruined tank top back, reaching inside to lift her tits out, pushed together and exposed by the gap. Then his dark hands went to her shoulders, pushing her down to the floor until she was on her knees.

Slowly, Ogun lifted a dog leash and wrapped it in the ring of her collar, the metal clinking softly, and Freyja felt a rush of shame, of humiliation, but also a thrill, a sense of surrendering to the inevitable. He caressed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. She gasped and arched into him, as he lavished attention on her sensitive peaks, already hard from her arousal. She winced but held back a grunt of pain as the dark-skinned man gave her tits several slaps, watching them bounce and jiggle with their hefty weight. Freyja's face scrunched up with discomfort, and she let out a soft groan through her clenched teeth.

There was the hiss of leather against cloth as Ogun removed his belt and pulled down his underpants, revealing his massive, semi-erect black cock, stepping so close that his tip almost brushed her face. Freyja's hazel eyes darted from his dark gaze to the colossal member that was jutting out from his muscular thighs. He had shaved his pubic hair clear off, including the scrotum.

"What... I have... to do...?" She stammered, staring at his monstrous manhood. Dark fingers touched under her chin, making her look up and into Ogun's dark eyes.

"Just give it a kiss." He smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he met her innocent gaze.

Freyja nodded slightly and he released her chin to pull the leash, bringing her head closer, until the dark dick was milimeters from hitting her lips. Ogun's breathing quickened as he felt her breath near his cock. Freyja gasped. The male smell was overwhelming, a pungent cocktail of sweat, musk, and something distinctly male -- a primal smell, so thrillingly instinct it felt like she had known it for a lifetime. Her entire body tingled in response.

Freyja's full lips respectfully kissed the tip of his dark cock, glistening with precum that she tasted.

"Go on," he whispered and his strong black hand pulled the leash. "Worship it. Do what you were made for."

She couldn't resist. Freyja opened her mouth and let her tongue fall out. Ogun looked down at her, his expression a mix of triumph and desire, and laid the massive head of his cock against her tongue, and she shivered when she felt its heft. She moved her tongue side to side, licking the underside. It felt so dirty and so wrong. She had never done anything like this with her ex --he never dominated her like this. Standing over her with his cock in her mouth, his black lover looked so powerful and dominant... her eyes were fixated on the black shaft extending out past her nose. His blackness turned her on, and she didn't know why.

Her rosy tongue came out to lick at the black meat submissively, rolling all over its surface, getting the whole length of it to glisten and drip with her warm spit. With trembling fingers, Freyja gently reached over and placed her palm against the underside of the shaft, moving her fingers in an appraising caress. It got even larger, and the foreskin was pulled back in the process to reveal a dark head pulsating and dripping with clear seed.

Freyja lifted the shaft so that her mouth moved lower, her tongue sliding along the length of his shaft before she latched onto one of his balls. She opened her mouth and took one in, sucking on it like it was a candy, her tongue swirled around it. She gave the same treatment to the other one, ensuring they were both slick with her saliva. Then she began to suck on them, alternating between the two, her tongue lavishing them with attention.

Slowly, carefully, she began to lick the surface of his scrotum, her tongue tracing delicate patterns across the wrinkled skin. She tasted the salt of his sweat and the faint hint of urine that lingered on his skin.

Freyja raised her head and looked back at the black cock. She coated her hand with a good amount of spit before grasping his colossal rod, feeling it expand under her touch, slowly starting to kiss it, stroking it at the same time. It felt heavy and solid in her hand, the thick vein that ran down the underside throbbed with each pulse.

"You like that, huh?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. Freyja could only nod, her cheeks flushed, as she continued to explore the black man's massive shaft with her delicate hand. Her pale fingers could barely go around its insane girth, and the way their whiteness contrasted with his dark skin sent a wave of arousal through her.

Her movements were hesitant at first, but as she grew bolder, her actions became more confident. Somehow, she knew what to do even though she had never done it before. Her female instincts in the face of black masculinity kicked in.

Freyja closed her eyes and took the glans in her mouth, forming a vacuum seal with her lips, sucking the growing glans and hardening it further. She bobbed her head back and forth, the cock throbbed and got harder and thicker, swelling in her mouth, until she had to let her jaw go completely slack to accommodate it. His groan echoed through the room, and she took it as encouragement.

"That's it, whittie, show me what you can do," Ogun egged her, his hand finding its way into her blonde hair. Freyja took the plunge, enveloping the tip of his cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to take him deeper, the sheer size of him testing her limits. Her eyes began to water as Ogun pressed her further down onto his massive cock, pushing the boundaries of what she could handle. His thick length stretched her mouth, brushing against the back of her throat and making her gag reflex kick in. She choked, her hands grasping at his thighs as spit trickled down her chin, dribbling onto her chest.

Then she pulled back, her spit strings from her lips to his cock, and spit on his shaft again, before going back to stroking him. Freyja could feel that instinct to worship black starting to take over, making her more eager to please, her arousal and black cock addiction overwriting every scrap of caution or morality that she might have left.

"Pull your lips over your teeth," Ogun instructed her calmly, and she used her hand to gather the string of saliva connecting her lip to his cock. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, preparing to take him in, her hand wrapping around the base of his black shaft. She leaned in, her mouth closing in on him, and let the tip of his cock slide into her mouth, struggling to accommodate its girth. His huge, black monster pushed deeper into her mouth, stretching her jaw and inching into her tight throat. The sensation of his throbbing cock filling her mouth was like nothing she had experienced before.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his, her gaze unwavering. "That's it, good girl. Now, move your head. Slowly."

She did as he said, her head bobbing up and down, her eyes never leaving his. The leash clinked with each movement, a constant reminder of her position, of her surrender. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, a wetness that she couldn't ignore. She was so turned on, more turned on than she had ever been, and she couldn't understand it.

"Yes... just like that, you nasty white girl," he groaned as his cock pushed deeper into her mouth.

As her breath grew short, she felt her body begging for air. In response, she pulled her head back, releasing his massive member from her mouth with a loud pop. It emerged covered in her spit, glistening under the room's light.

"C'mon girl, you can handle more than that," he teased, his smirk wide and satisfied. His fist was a vice in her hair, forcing her head back as far as it would go, so that she had no choice but to stare up at him.

She wrap her lips around the tip again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard and dive right back in. Ogun pulled the leash even more, and his pace increased. He was brutally, almost mercilessly, fucking her mouth, his cock ramming into her with force that had her gagging around him. Freyja's moans and choked gasps echoed in the room as she fought to keep up with his relentless assault. Saliva escaped her lips in a rush, coating Ogun's throbbing member and dribbling down her chin. Three inches slowly went to four, and before Freyja knew it, she was halfway down his cock.

"You don't gotta be shy, we all know you love black cocks," he playfully riposted. His words should hurt Freyja, but something inside her was breaking down. She was moving on autopilot, her head bobbing with increasing speed, taking him deeper with each downstroke... Five inches of cock slid in, Freyja's jaw ached, stretched beyond capacity by his girth. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her exposed, swinging breast.

"Easy whore," whispered Ogun, "there's no rush... I know it's a lot for a blonde bitch like you, but take it easy". He said with both hands in her hair, gripping it tight.

Freyja surrendered control. He began to pump himself between her lips and she sucked dutifully in perfect rhythm. She relaxed her jaw, trying to take more of him as she bobbed her head with increasing urgency. She gagged and teared up, but kept her hold on it tight. The cock made it hard to breathe, but she went on with it. Her eyes watered and a series of distressed, croaking, desperate choking grunts spilled out from between her lips, nose flaring, trying to suck in whatever oxygen she could as her throat bulged every time he shoved his pulsating dick in again, her makeup running as he started pounding her face like she was a sex toy.

Eventually, the head of his cock was pushing against the back of her mouth and her eyes went wide as Ogun urged her to take it all in. "Align your mouth and throat, slut."

Freyja was forced to gulp it down while taking a big breath of air in through her nose. Her head was angled down to get his shaft down her throat, his cock was so hard, it didn't want to bend. She arched her neck until the need to gag grew again as his shaft seemed to swell even larger. Soon the cock was sliding past the initial barrier and now he was reaching her throat.

Over and over, he thrust forward, the hand at her head silently demanding her mouth take every last inch he had to offer, and then holding her there until her lungs burned and she was almost quivering with the need to breathe. Freyja had nine inches of black cock down her throat. Her heavy breasts pressed against his thighs, obscene noises emanated from her throat, and saliva and pre-cum bubbled up to the corners of her mouth.

Trying to breathe through her nose, she could feel his heavy, black balls resting on her chin, and the ridge of his thick cockhead, pressing out against the base of her neck. Freyja's universe narrowed down to his black cock. Nothing and no one else mattered. Her Black mentor became the center of her world, their bodies and minds indelibly linked through his big black cock. Only when she completely surrendered did he permit a single breath.

"Look at me," he commanded. Freyja raised her eyes, and he grinned down at her, a predatory flash of white teeth against dark skin. "If your racist parents could see you now, what would they say, Ivory?"

She couldn't respond... Her entire world has contracted to his massive black cock reshaping her throat, her nose buried in his tightly coiled pubes, gazing up him as she took all his cock. Malik was moving around, filming from all sides and angles.

Ogun was awakening something inside of her, something she could not repress any longer. It was at that moment that Freyja finally realized. It was pure submission. The primal desire to give in. She felt her orgasm building, her body tensing. She can't believe it, can't believe that she's about to cum, just from giving a blowjob.

Ogun noticed, his eyes darkening, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Cumming just from sucking my black cock?"

The orgasm blindsided her. It heaved up out of nowhere, huge and vicious and all-consuming. Pleasure crashing into her like an enraged beast, smashing her down under its power until every last thought crumbled to ash and there was no thinking, only a wild pleasure. Both hands gripped her head now, allowing for no movement as his hips hammered his cock into her mouth. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep in Freyja's mouth and let out a roar as he started to unload.

"You ready for this load, bitch?"

His black cock twitched violently, filling her throat with thick ropes of hot cum. Freyja coughed, choking on the sudden flood of semen. It filled her mouth to overflowing, gushing out the corners of her lips in creamy white rivers. With a deep grunt Ogun tightened up, his ebony dick pulsating against her rossy tongue, and then the sensation of thick hot spunk filling her mouth took over Freyja's brain. She swallowed as much as she could, but there was just too much. She pulled her mouth off his still-throbbing cock, dropping back and gasping for breath.

His hand violently tugged her blonde hair, tilting her head back as he pumped spurt after spurt of sticky seed on her face. Cum overflew her mouth, pouring over her bottom lip and down her chin in thick, viscous rivulets, collecting in the hollow of her collarbone before continuing its journey down between her breasts. A thick streak of snow-white ejaculate shot from the tip, sailed through the air in a looping arc, and landed across her cheek.

"Squeeze them titties," he ordered.

Freyja pushed her huge breasts together around his meat and looked up at his cock, still twitching and pulsing, drizzling the last few spurts onto her heaving tits.

The black man reached out his hand and started patting her head like a dog humbly submitting to her master. Freyja didn't resist in the slightest. He spoke with an assured confidence. "Who's your daddy?"

"Y-you are," she whispered, the admission burning her throat more than his cock did.

"I can't hear you," he taunted, slapping his wet cock against her cheek. "Who's your fucking daddy?"

"You are," she said louder, shame washing over her in waves. "You are... my black daddy."

The corner of Ogun's mouth curled in triumph. He has tamed her. He pressed his cockhead against her cheek, smearing it with precum as he distorts her face. "Clean it up... It's all you light-skinned hoes are good for."

"I..." She struggled to form the words, to admit the unthinkable. Something inside her finally snapped, the last thread of resistance giving way to pure animal submission. "Yes, daddy," she heard herself saying, her voice unrecognizable even to her own ears. He was so demanding, so dominant, that she couldn't help but do as she was told. Opening her mouth again, Freyja obediently used her tongue to lick him clean, swallowing down the dregs of his orgasm.

"Cut!" Malik shouted. "Well done, bitch! Someone has taught you something, or maybe you're just a natural slut."

"You show great talent. Very few women can take a black cock of this size on the first try." Ogun punctuated his words with a soft slap on her cheek that echoed in the room. She didn't feel like responding was going to do anything, so she closed her eyes and simply tried to breathe as deeply as possible. She tried to block out his words, to detach herself from what was happening, but it was impossible. She was acutely aware of how she must look --on her knees, mascara beginning to run from tears, lipstick smeared all over a black cock.

"Tomorrow you're gonna be the top video on Pornhub," Malik called. "Do my cute superstar need anything?"

"Some water would be nice," Freyja replied in a gravelly voice. She cleared her throat. "Is there a towel anywhere?"

Malik took a towel from a drawer and offered them to her, and she sit down and began to clean her tits under his watchful eye. Once she finished, she wrinkled the towel, not knowing what to do with it.

"Give them to me." He took it and threw it into a basket. "Do you need anything more?" he asked, looking at her. Freyja noticed his gaze fixed on her breasts and her legs half-open. "No? Then, we'll need to film you introducing yourself. I have a prompter you can read from if you want to use the introduction you wrote for your application, though you're welcome to riff".

"I... I get it."

"Okay!" Malik said, holding the camera again, excited. The text appeared on the screen, big enough for her to read. "Go!"

"Hey guys!" Freyja waved into the camera. "My name's Ivory Slave. I'm an 19 year old Scandinavian girl and I've been a IR porn enthusiast since I could watch it! "Freyja flipped his hair a little, grinning tired. "This my first time doing this sort of thing, so please be gentle with me. You'll be able to find my first video on OnlyFans! Follow the link below to my profile, and subscribe to us!" Freyja nodded, keeping her hands on her thighs and spreading them wide. Malik filmed her from various angles to capture her glistening pussy.

"They'll love you," Malik said firmly. "Still horny? Good. It's 'thank you' time!"

"An old porn tradition," Ogun explained. "It's called thanking the cameraman."

Before Freyja could protest, Malik removed his baggy jeans, revealing his massive, erect black cock, was sticking up between his legs, bobbing as he moved. It was longer than Ogun's impressive manhood and a lot blacker. He grabbed Freyja's leash from Ogun's hands, tugging her forward, forcing her onto her hands and knees. "Crawl, my little pet," he commanded, his voice muffled.

Freyja had to crawl on all fours, her naked body shivering with a mix of shame and excitement. The high heels she wore earlier were the only thing left on her, clicking against the floor as she moved.

The cameraman lay down on the couch, inviting Freyja to come over and straddle him. "Come, sit on my lap."

Freyja complied, and her coltish legs spread, and she lowered herself onto his lap, her massive rear settling onto her hips.

"Now ride me," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Trembling with a mix of anticipation and pleasure, Freyja raised her body slowly and centered herself over it. She could just make out the gorgeous sight of her tight pink pussy lips blossoming around the massive black cock as she slid down onto it, erotically impaled. She threw her head back, and Malik grabbed luscious handfuls of her breasts as her snatch slid over the thick shaft.

Despite her initial trepidation, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure coursing through her body as each inch of the man's huge, dark cock slipped inside her. She moaned loudly, her body shaking with each inch. Slowly, she took his cock inside her, stretching her pussy to its limits. With each inch, she felt herself becoming more and more lost in the moment, surrendering to the raw passion between them.

Then Malik grabbed her hips, and his dark eyes stared intently at her face. At first, Freyja tried to avert her gaze, looking away in embarrassment. As she lowered herself back down, she moaned loudly as his thick length filled her again and looked up at him, staring into his dark eyes.

Freyja trembled, still staring at him as she repeated the motion, up and down, gasping and panting, her movements becoming a slow rhythmic dance of pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders, squeezing the hard muscles; her voluptuous body jiggled with each rise and fall, her rounded breasts swaying heavily, adding to the erotic spectacle.

"Yeah, this is what I call a good thank you," Malik grunted, his strong hands steadying her hips as she moved. The intimacy of their connection was almost overwhelming, each thrust sending shivers of ecstasy through her body. She had taken half of his length. His black cock was filling her, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. She leaned back slightly, changing the angle, and was rewarded with an even deeper penetration that made her cry out in pleasure.

"You like this cock?" He whispered.

"Yeah. Love black cock, I fucking love it!" Answered Freyja. They were face to face now, her vaginal muscles were squeezing down around his shaft as half his cock became two thirds. She closed her eyes, absorbing the pleasure from his raw penetration. Malik sucked her right nipple between his thick lips. Her pussy swallowed inch after inch until she was fully impaled. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down her spine.

Again, she lifted herself, and slammed her rear down on his cock. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a raw and primal symphony of lust. Each impact sent shockwaves through her body, the sensation of his thick cock stretching her to her limits driving her wild with desire. Her movements became more frenzied, her body moving with a desperate urgency.

Freyja pumped harder, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat dripping down her chest. She climb up until the massive dick was about to pop out, and then she slid back down all the way and began to bounce up and down, impaling herself with the massive black cock.

Adding more strength, Malik squeezed her cheeks and began raising and lowering her up and down his cock. "Are you close?" He asked.

Freyja glanced at him with a look of drunken bliss. "W-what...?"

The black man's lips were only an inch away from Freyja's ear. In his best sultry voice, he whispered, "You want me to cum inside you... right?"

"Yeah," groaned Freyja. She began to grind on the dark pole, shoving it in as far as it could go. Her breasts pressed into his chest as she slowly raised and lowered herself on his shaft. Malik angled his face, and they kissed passionately. His cock head was pressed against her cervix now.

"Please, please, faster, oh God...," she begged.

"Ask for it, slut," he demanded.

"Please... do it," stammered the blonde, "I want you cum inside, please!"

Halfway into Freyja's tight pussy, Malik's cock stiffened at the sound of her childish begging. "You want it that bad?" He growled, "Then you better beg louder, bitch." He slapped her perfect ass with just enough force to leave her cheek a bright, stinging red. The impact sent shockwaves of pleasure up the young girl's spine.

"C'mon! D-do it!" Cried Freyja, "Breed me! I want you to make me yours... I want a black baby in my tummy!"

Malik couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a deep groan. Raising his hips, he gave one final thrust and buried his cock fully into her wet hole. His black organ twitched violently within her depths as jet after jet of warm, sticky seed flooded Freyja's fertile womb. He tightly held the students' hips with both hands as Freyja began to reach another orgasm, her body tensing with the force of her climax.

Freyja lifted herself, her pale thighs quivering with the strain, and then she slammed her entire body down onto the black man's cock. She cried out in delight as waves of pleasure washed over her, her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode the crest of her climax. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her insides, painting them with thick warm goo. Her once tight pussy was now black breed and stretched to submission.

"Good whore," Malik whispered huskily, as Freyja, exhausted and barely able to move, rose off his cock. She groaned as her tight pussy reluctantly released his cock, the swollen head popping out audibly. He grinned, hurriedly tucking himself back into his boxers, then pulling up the zipper on his loose jeans.

Trembling and quivering, Freyja collapsed on the couch, spent and unable to resist anymore. She was completely dazed, exhausted, and barely conscious. Unable to comprehend anything, she vaguely witnessed the man getting dressed. Chuckling, Malik gave her a large a hard, rough smack, causing her to whimper. In her dazed state, she didn't consider the lack of protection, but her mind was so destroyed from the rough fucking she could only whimper in protest.

"Good whore, you'll make us rich." Ogun palmed her head like she was a pet.

Unable to move a muscle, Freyja slumped to the couch, still naked, covered in sweat, and filled to the brim with cum. The black men's scent still lingered in the air, a potent mix of sweat and sex. She could feel his seed slowly leaking out of her swollen pussy, leaving a sticky trail down her inner thighs.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Text messages from her mom. She didn't need to read them to know what they said. The two men joked about the silly things they said on camera as they rewatched the best scenes together. Malik had some editing to do before he could post the video online. Freyja alternated between states of panic and relaxation, imagining what her parents would think if they discovered what she had done.

"I should go," Freyja said, and she shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.