We had sex for a few hours, stopping before midnight so I could rest for my meeting the next day.
I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed, fixed Alfred some bacon and eggs, had sex in the shower with him and saw him off for the day. I had a little time, so I went over my presentation again, after I got ready.
***
I waited in his office for about 30 minutes. The front desk girl appeared, hair a mess, clothing looked like it was hastily put on, and led Neal into his huge office. I smiled, stood, and firmly shook his hands. I was not going to flirt, I was not going to come on to him, I was not going to show some skin. I remained professional, confident, and simply presented him with facts and proposals about my relaunching of Elite Magazine.
I went through my presentation, showing off cardboard cutouts of the rough draft of the magazine. Photo spreads, pornographic in nature, of Bea and Eric, Jessica, Alexis, Jenna, and TJ were shown to Neal. A few sample articles, along with their page layouts were shown. Finally, one final cardboard cutout showed TJ’s long, big cock, and my face right next to it, my eyes seductively looking at the camera for whoever wished to see the Editor-in-Chief of this magazine.
I watched Neal’s reaction when he saw me in the photo. Hopefully, my love of black cock was apparent.
“Good. Very good. I’m actually surprised,” Neal stood. I glanced at his crotch. “You pulled off a great presentation. Elite Magazine would be nothing like King Monthly. It’d be practically porn. I can see it in gas stations or adult sections of magazine racks.”
“So you’d be willing to fund its relaunch?” I asked.
“Absolutely. I’d fund it enough to distribute around the south. Nationwide though?” Neal moved next to my chair. He knelt next me.
“If you want enough funding to distribute this magazine nationally, well then, you’d have to stay a week with me,” he said.
“Absolutely,” I grinned to him, leaning to kiss his cheek. He stood before I got the chance to.
“You’d have to survive it, Devin.”
“Survive it?”
“Yes. You’ll have to work harder that you’ve ever worked before. You’ll be so exhausted, you’ll want to give up, but you can’t –unless you no longer want my money.”
“I don’t understand. I mean, I think I do,” I said.
“You don’t. Trust me. I’ll break you down, then build you back up into a machine, only to run you until you give out – then keep going.”
“Neal, I – ”
“Show up here. Tomorrow morning, 8am. If you do, I’ll take a vacation all next week,” he handed me his card, with an address written on the back.
“Alright,” I looked at the card, intrigued, and scared, but confident I could fuck his brains out. I’ve done it many times with many different men before.
He walked me to his office door. His secretary brushed past me. I looked over her shoulder, seeing her and Neal kiss.
I looked at the address again. I wanted as much money I could get from this man. I would show up for sure.
***
After having sex with Alfred until midnight, I slept soundly, looking forward to the following day. I got up at 7am, and drove for about an hour. I pulled up to a gate and pressed a buzzer. Neal answered, “Devin, glad you showed up. Pull around to the left. That’s where the stables are. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Ok,” I shrugged, his gate opened, and I pulled in.
The driveway was very long on his huge, sprawling property. I turned at the first left, and there were indeed stables. It looked like a small pasture out behind them, a few horses were grazing about. It wasn’t anything like I pictured – his big property, mansion, stables, everything.
He arrived shortly and greeted me. I smiled back at him, then Neal told me to undress. I was confused, but did as he told.
Then he put a collar on me. “Don’t be afraid,” Neal said. There was a leash attached to the collar. He grabbed the leash and pulled me along.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“No talking. Not yet,” Neal said.
He led me to the stables. There were horses milling about, not paying too much attention to me.
“You’re an animal. Figuratively, but for today and tomorrow, literally. You’ll be living in these stables with them. I’ve met so many women like you. They’d do anything for black cock. You’re no different. Except this time, it’s for black cock and money – lots of it.”
I looked around, seeing several stallions eating hay.
“You are to mate with them, just like the animal you are. I’ll feed you, give you water, then take you into my home the day after tomorrow. From there I’ll break you in. Got it?” Neal asked.
“I think so.”
“Oh, and no cheating,” Neal pointed to the camera system in the corners of the stables. “I’ll be watching.”
Neal took his leave, “Don’t be afraid. They love white pussy as much as I do.”
“Great,” I thought. “Bestiality. He wants me to have sex with horses.” I looked around the stables, seeing stallions with their big balls hanging.
“Maybe,” I licked my lips. I thought of the money next. He’d give enough to allow for Elite Magazine to be published nationwide, every month. I’d have my life’s work back; I’d be doing what I loved. I stepped closer to the nearest horse.
“Two days of draining these big horse cocks,” I said, getting closer. “They’d be the biggest I’ve ever had.”
I thought about selling ads in the relaunched Elite Magazine, money pouring in. I looked back at a camera mounted in the corner, my hand gently patting the horse’s thigh. I went to my knees and crawled underneath him. His cock wasn’t erect yet, but his balls were dangling.
“I want that fucking money,” I said out loud then devoured those big horse balls. I moaned as I squeezed them, licking them, coating them in my saliva. Then he got hard.
That long, massive, shaft extending outward over my shoulder. I was so engrossed on sucking the horse’s testicles, I nearly forgot about his cock.
Not caring about anything other than Neal’s money, I licked my way along the shaft to the tip. It wasn’t, obviously, but had a familiar cockhead, shaft, all that. I could barely fit my mouth around that big equine dick, but I did my best – for Neal.
Both hands were jacking it while I did my best to suck the tip. I saw him stomp his hoof a few times while I worked. I imagined it must feel good. It does to human males.
Several minutes of sucking and jacking his cock, the horse erupted gobs of semen into my mouth, causing me to pop his cock out of it. He then sprayed cum all over my face, chest, and tummy. I was out-of-breath, covered in horse cum. “Wow,” I thought. “You must’ve liked it then.”
I stood, flinging thick, white semen off me, licking some of it too. It wasn’t bad at all. I looked around me, seeing several other stallions. I had a lot of work today.
I sucked to life the next one. He penetrated me. I was bending over before him, guiding his cock in and he actually penetrated me. It hurt, it stretched, but once I got used to it, that big horse was mating with me just like Neal wanted. I was crying out from pleasure and pain, as the horse mounted me, pushing me to the nearby fence. I held onto it for leverage, he reared back on his back hooves and mated with me. It didn’t last long, but he filled my pussy with cum. He slid out, spraying several huge gobs of it onto my back.
I went to my knees. I was in pain, but alive, somehow. “If I get killed out here, you’ll be held responsible,” I thought of Neal.
For the next horse, I flung a saddle over him, hoping it would stay. I sucked him to a full erection, went under him, and did my best to wrap my legs around him, holding myself up with the stirrups. I was hanging beneath him, the horse humping away to find my pussy. Once he found it, he impaled me with it, then fucked me like the other one.
He blew his load in me, I let go of the stirrups and fell to my back in the hay.
I sucked another one off and was covered in his cum. At this point I wanted to cum too. I saw another horse, this one, I’d try something different with.
I don’t know how I managed to do it. Sweet talking, petting, caressing, but I was able to get another horse to his back.
There I was, holding onto his front ankles, cumming all over the horse cock I was squatting up and down on. I was controlling the depth, I was riding him, mounting him. I was fucking him, not the other way around. He would neigh and roll his shoulders in the hay while this human female raised and lowered herself on his cock. It was incredible. I came several times.
Once the horse ejaculated, filling me up, overflowing, I released his ankles, then just laid there on his tummy. Smiling, rubbing it slowly, while his cock slid out of me. I kissed his belly a few times and rested.
When I got off him, he rolled over and stood. I rubbed his mane while kissing his nose. I even kissed his lips a few times, his floppy tongue meeting my mouth on occasion.
I had the rest of the day, night, and the following day to make sure these horses were filling and covering me with their cum.
Neal put a plate of food out, I devoured it, then got back to work, having sex, mating with his horses – like the animal I was.
I slept naked, in the hay, against them each of the two nights.
The morning of the third day, Neal arrived, collar and leash in hand.
-12-
Neal sprayed me down with a garden hose out by his greenhouse. It was cold, but I didn’t care. He washed off the dried horse cum.
He took me inside, fed me a quick breakfast, and then bathed me properly. I was hoping he’d get in with me, but instead he sat by the huge tub, washing my hair, washing my body with wonderful smelling body wash.
After my bath, he broke me, just like he said he would.
“You’re still an animal. A wild one. I’m going tame you, then reward you,” he said tying my wrists up to chains hanging from the ceiling in one of his bedrooms. Next he tied my ankles together.
At first he was spanking me. That evolved to a belt, whipping me across my butt and back. Finally it was a whip.
“This isn’t about a black and white thing, about race,” he said, his whip lashing across my back.
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