Jermaine's studio

The buzzing in Brenda’s pussy had stopped, yet Brenda continued riding the waves of pleasure, surfing in the white foam of happiness till she calmly reached the beach. Panting and sweating profusely, Brenda grinned sheepishly at the limo driver, having been caught during an intimate moment. She could feel the blood rush to her face, as embarrassment overcame her otherwise provocative behavior. She had no idea the car had stopped, nor did she even know where she was. She hadn’t been paying attention.

Nevertheless, Brenda fixed her skirt and blouse, making herself, somewhat presentable before allowing Jermaine to escort her from the car. Brenda stepped out into the late afternoon daylight, blinded by the bright sunlight. Once her eyes adjusted, Brenda was surprised to find herself in a run-down neighborhood. Not what she had expected for a loan shark! Looking up and down the street, Brenda quickly realized that this was not Mac’s place. She was the only white person on the street. She was quickly hustled forward into the red brick building. Once in the building, Brenda was escorted up three flights of stairs, with Jermine walking behind her, admiring the wonderful view of her splayed pussy and jiggling ass.

By the time Brenda reached the third floor, her pussy was dripping again, due to the clanging silver eggs, sending tremors through her body. She was sure she wouldn’t make another flight of steps. Luckily, Jermaine pointed to a grey door, which Brenda reluctantly opened. Once inside, she viewed a large spacious apartment room with absolutely nothing in it except a plush sofa in the middle of the room, and bright spotlights around the perimeter.

Brenda was confused as Jermaine led her to the couch. “What’s going on,” Brenda asked. Her question went unanswered as she watched Jermaine, walk towards what appeared to be the bedroom door. He opened the door, made a hand signal and walked back towards Brenda.

Brenda’s jaw dropped when she saw three large, well-built, black men enter the room. She immediately recognized the one in the middle as one of the guys in the video with the brunette. She assumed one of the other two was the cameraman. Yet, now there was a fourth guy! Her breathing quickened as panic set in, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

Brenda watched in terror as each of the men began stripping their clothes off. She sat motionless, frozen in terror, unable to move, nor take her eyes off the finely sculpted athletic bodies of all four men. Jermiane spoke to the other members. “Slut liked the video! Slut was playing with herself as she watched the video. Slut sucks good cock! Slut likes big, black cocks!” Brenda was slightly angered by the references, but it was all true. She couldn’t deny it, nor could her tingling body. She watched the two unknown men, circle the room, turning on the spotlights, casting her as the center of attention. They each then retrieved a video camera from a nearby closet and started filming her from every angle imaginable.

Jermaine finally spoke to Brenda. “Here’s the deal, Slut. You’re going to star in a video. Everything you saw the other slut do, you’re going to do!