Amateur African model seduces producer

In the sultry heat of an African afternoon, a budding starlet by the name of Didi was prepares for her big break. The luscious ebony beauty had arrived at the bustling studio, her curves barely contained by a tissue-thin neon dress that clung to every delicious inch of her body. With assets to spare, Didi’s ample breasts, sculpted thighs and round, juicy ass were ready to take center stage and turn heads.

As she swayed down the corridor, every eye in the studio snapped to attention, drinks spilled and jaws collectively hit the floor. They were stunned by Didi’s raw, untapped sensuality – lustful looks and wolf whistles following her every move. But there was only one man on her radar: the producer whom she knew could launch her career into the stratosphere.

Didi approached him, fecund hips rolling seductively, hips he had been ogling since she walked through the door. “Hi there, I’m Didi” she purred, licking her full lips. “I’m your biggest fan.” Her eyes flickered down to his crotch, undeniably undressing him with her knowing gaze. “I can tell you’re going to do big things…” she added with a wink.

The producer gulped, feeling his manhood stir to attention under her intense scrutiny. “I have some big things to show you…” he replied, voice thick with barely contained desire. His hand found her supple waist, fingers digging into the small of her back as he pulled her flush against his body. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, the suggestive valley of her cleavage mere inches from his eager mouth.

Not one for idle chitchat, Didi grabbed his belt and boldly undid his pants, fishing out his throbbing erection. Sinking to her knees, she locked eyes with him as she took his pulsing cock into her hot mouth, slick tongue dancing along the sensitive underside.

“Fuckkk…” the producer gasped, head falling back as he reveled in the glorious sensation. Her plump lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, bobbing up and down as she sucked him like a pro. No novice to the game, Didi made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t just here to make pretty pictures – she was here to make his every dirty fantasy come to life.

Grabbing her long, silky hair, he guided her head, feeling his balls tighten as she deep throated him with gusto. The taboo thrill of a multiracial encounter was undeniable, and the forbidden act left him hard as steel in mere seconds.

“Damn baby, I knew you’d be fire…” the producer panted, indulging in the wet, sloppy blowjob. “You’re gonna be a huge star.” With a hard tug, he yanked her up from her knees, ripping the flimsy dress clean off her lithe frame. Curved hips twitched as he drank in her caramel skin, fingers sinking into her full ass.

Groping her, he walked her backwards as she fumbled with his shirt buttons, the two undressing each other in a frenzy of lust. Fine, dark areolas pebbled as he freed her heavy breasts, deepiggins cradling the generous globes as they spilled into his palms. Leaning down, he captured a stiff nipple between his teeth, rolling and tugging at the bud until she moaned.

“Ohhh…” Didi cooed, digging her nails into his strong shoulders. “Mmmm yes, just like that…” Back pressed against the wall, she wrapped a long leg around his waist, the head of his cock teasing her dripping folds. Sliding her wetness along his shaft, she coated him in her arousal before positioning him at her entrance.

He thrust deep in one hard stroke, burrowing into the scorching velvet of her pussy. Guttural moans filled the air as she contracted around him, sucking him in deeper. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her plump asscheeks as he bottomed out, grinding against her clit.

“Oh my fucking god…” the producer groaned, hips rolling sensuously as he drilled into her wet heat. Reaching down, he lifted her by the thighs, and Didi eagerly wrapped her legs around him as he began to power into her. Sweat-slicked skin slapped together as he fucked her into oblivion, the thick walls of her sex gripping him like a fist.

“Oooh shit, you fuck me so good…” Didi whimpered, tossing her head back as mini earthquakes rippled through her core. Their coupling was frantic and frenzied, the producer’s pulsing cock own into her over and over as she rode out climax after toe curling climax. Tongues entwined, needy moans mingled as they lost themselves in a haze of euphoria.

After three mind-blowing orgasms, Didi fell limp against him, oversensitive and spent. Pulling out, he flipped her over and bent her at the waist, her apple-sized ass raised invitingly in the air. The head of his thick cock prodded at her backdoor, and with a swift shove, he was buried balls deep in her tight ass.

“Mmmfuck!” She shot up on her tiptoes, the unfamiliar burn intensifying every sensitive nerve ending as he began to thrust. The thick mushroom head stretched her open while he hilted himself in her tight rear passage, the thick shaft stroking spots she didn’t even know existed. “Ooooh shiiiit baby, fuck me raw…”

The producer obliged, rooting into her with hard, animalistic thrusts. His grip on her hips bruising as he hammered her, chasing his release. Salty sweat dripped down his heaving chest, the sight of her perfect heart-shaped ass undeniably erotic as it rippled with every vicious thrust.

“Ah fuck, Didi, I’m gonna blow…” the producer growled through clenched teeth. Euphoria swelled, a low heat expanding in his gut. His orgasm slammed into him hard, ass muscles locking up as jet after jet of thick cum filled her tight hole. “Take it all baby, goddamn…”

Gasping as the flood of hot seed coated her guts, Didi fingered her clit furiously, bringing herself off one last time as he view emptied into her. They collapsed to the floor, both boneless and drained. Her skin was slicked in sweat, body languid and spent as aftershocks continued to wrack her shuddering form.

As Didi laid there catching her breath, she knew she was going to be a huge star – the producer’s cock was a tool of power after all, and she’d just gotten the job done in the most glorious way imaginable. With a wicked smile playing at her lips, she imagined the millions of views, and the tens of cocks ready to worship her throbbing folds. Funny how the path to success could be so…lubricated.

Enditten by: JustAUnoriginalPenNameWithInitials.