Porn Star - Once you go black...

You walk out of the shower room, all refreshed and clean. As usual your all male co stars were more than willing to help you massage all the soreness out of your body that comes with hour long gang bangs. It was a solo movie - your favourite kind, you don’t like to share the lime light with another girl, so all the black men were solely focused on you.

Your producer steps up to you, appraising your naked body - you love that he still does that every time he sees you even after a year of exclusively making movies for him.

“You got a date for tonight, babe!”

“Seriously? You promised me you wouldn't give me any more PR Field Work on a day I shoot. I don't think you have any idea how exhausting these gang bangs are!"

He chuckles.

“I think I get it. And I said I’d TRY to schedule your Field Work around your shootings. Can't help it today, you're hired out as escort for a one time event, has to be today."

You sigh and pout.

“You're killing me here…”

“I’m calling in your contractual obligations, my dear.”

You frown at him.

“I never let you down, have I? No need to dangle my contract over my head….”

Sometimes you really wish you had read that thing more carefully on your first day.

Not only does it bind you to Ebonized exclusively, preventing you form shooting anything else but Interracial Gang Bang porn – not that you mind, you can't imagine getting more satisfaction out of working in any other genre, you’re a true slut for black cock by now.

Not only did it contain a Black Only Clause that forbids you to engage I any kind of intimate sexual contact with white men, not just professionally but in private – not that you mind… see point one. You haven’t met any white men, professionally or in private who can stand up to the attraction black man have on you. Physically, mentally - their physique, their aura of dominance and strength and superiority… no. You're not missing a thing by showing white bois the cold shoulder.

Not only did it mandate you to get the Queen of Spades Tattoo – the Porn Business Marker for women like you – not that you mind, you even personally decided to have it right above your neatly trimmed bush - a sign that your white pussy is reserved for black cock only. And you personally had the black power fist tattooed on your ass and a leaping black panther all over your back. See point one. After your very first interracial Gang Bang you knew what you were. And the longer you work, the prouder you get.

But the contract also mandates you to do these PR "field work". Which is nothing but a euphemism for your producer pimping you out to well paying, usually famous black men who love to use the white fillies of Ebonized as Trophies. Showing their power and potency and letting the white men of the world know they can have every white woman thy want. Excellent PR.

Not that you mind doing that, either. On the contrary. You love being at the side of strong, powerful black men, love being the token white girl for everyone to see - you found it to be your place in life. Plus you get 50% of whatever the guys pay for you, which is usually quite a lot. But on days like this… you’re exhausted, worn out. The shower and massage made you a functioning female again, but still…

“Who the hell is this guy who can't wait for a day?”

He drops a name – that makes your eyes widen and your insides tingle. You feel your pussy getting wet again.

You liked the Distinguished British Actor even when you were a man. He played a Detective in a BBC show – the thought make you giggle, BBC doesn’t stand for British Broadcasting Company in YOUR world for more than a year. You wonder the man is a worthy representative of your kind of BBC as well. Was in talks to become the next main actor in that spy franchise that has fizzled out a bit lately, rumours that faded out since he pushes 50. No wonder those movies are lacking ever since. You think that's silly. The man is at the height of his physical performance. His buzz cut hair may become salt and pepper, but his body is in prime condition. A fact which you love to check regularly in his performance in a small, but fan favourite part in that superhero franchise in which he gets to shows his steeled abs regularly - since you are a woman you more than like him, since you’re a well trained BBC slut, you have a serious, massive crush on him. He fits all your criteria for men you've developed since you're a woman; older, mature, and self confident – and a prime specimen of black masculinity - strong, dark, Godlike.

Thinking about it, you are quite sure, you already had a crush on the guy when you were a man.

Of course Alexander wouldn't have dreamt to admit it to anyone, yourself included. But how could he not. You’re SO glad you get this opportunity. Had you met him as a man, you'd have stammered. Maybe asked him for a selfie. And that would have been it. Now as woman… All roads are open.

You swallow and nod.

“OK, I'll do it. You said event? Do I need to go home and change?"

"No time, He’ll be here in 15. Go to the wardrobe section and pick something appropriate.”

You nod and smile. Something appropriate for an event evening from a porn set wardrobe. Well, the man hired you because you’re a snow-bunny and pornstar, he’ll not expect you to wear modest clothing.

You pick one of the the less porny dresses available – black, short of course, bending over will almost certainly reveal your lack of underwear, tight around your C-Cup tits, but surprisingly not showing them - but to balance that out, the back goes down to your ass and shows your crack to the world.

You boss nods approvingly as you step out to the front of the building.

You don’t have to wait long, a black stretch limo arrives and The Man himself gets out of the back. You feel yourself blush, your mouth going dry. Yep. Of all the black famous men you fawned over from the distance - and quite a few who hired you for a field trip - this one you have the hots for the most.

He smiles at you and before you can say anything pulls you towards him, pressing a kiss on to your mouth. You feel like you could faint but you gather your strength, open your mouth and return his kiss. You feel his short beard scratch you. You love that feeling, it makes you feel so much more like woman, desired by a real man. He looks So good since he wears facial hair.

Eventuality he lets go of you.

“Nice to meet you, Gypsy. I was looking forward to this, I'm a big fan of your films.”

You blush, HARD. Of course you know he saw you getting gang banged, hired you because of that, but him saying it..

“Me too. I mean… of your movies… And shows. You’re the best actor alive! I wish you could play… ”

You hear yourself blabbering, as you do when you get really nervous.

He chuckles.

"Maybe you can persuade the Oscar Academy that I am the best one day...”

Puts a hand on your back and leads you to the limo.

“Shall we?”

You just nod.

On the way to the event, you make out heavily on the backseat. His hands all over your body, his hot kisses on your lips, your neck, your tits, make you hot like you never felt before. You sure don't feel the hours of on camera gang bang you’ve had behind you today any more.. You feel invigorated. Alive. You hands rubs his crotch, through his pants, just before you get to do more, you already arrive.

“Black Superiority Awards” say the banner over the entrance and you gulp. The biggest, most prestigious event for the Black community in showbiz. You can't believe you're here. Of course you've followed the nominations and pre show buzz religiously given how much a fan of Black Culture you've become. You couldn't have dreamed to be here. So many attractive black faces and bodies you spot on the red carpet – Most stay among themselves, you can't blame them, as a white woman, you feel – small. Out of place. But your host just smiles at you warmly and pulls you with him. Sure, he too has brought you here not as an equal, but as a trophy to represent his virility and strength. But you feel you wouldn't want to anything more. This is what you were made a woman for. This is what you shine at. He walks the red carpet. Answers questions form journalists professionally and friendly, shakes hands with fans and makes selfies. And gives autographs. You don't even notice, so focused on him, that someone calls - your name from behind the barrier separating the stars from the fans.

“Gypsy!”

You blink and see a white guy in the crowd looking at you intently. You look around. Yes, he means you. Look to your host. Quite busy with his own fans, you guess you can absent yourself for a minute.

“My God it's really you. What are you doing here?”

He stares at you wide eyed.

OK. Maybe you shouldn't be surprised to find a fan of yours at an event like this. Obviously aficionados of your genre – the white men that are the biggest target group by far – have a thing for black culture as well.

"I'm here with him”

You smile and nod towards the imposing Brit bonding with his fans some meters down the red carpet.

“Seriously? My God, he’s such a man!”

You giggle. And nod. The fanboi reminds you of yourself a s man. Scrawny, nerdy, shy. Other than you, he’s apparently more in tune with his inner self. You see admiration in his eyes as he looks over to the man. A small white boi watching interracial Gang-bang porn – KNOWING his place as inferior. You smile. Good Boy. Good enough to reward him.

"Care for a selfie with both of us?"

His eyes open wide and he can only nod. You've taken a risk – of course your host call the shots and if he doesn't want to... but you think you know to persuade him. You walk over and whisper into his ear.

“There's a little white boi who'd like to have a selfie with a big black man and his white toy!”

He grins at you broadly, his shiny white teeth almost blinding you as he takes you by the arm and walk you over.

Your fan is speechless can only keep stammering as he's addressed.

“You like my girl, huh?"

Nod.

“And what do you think that she's here with a real man while you stand there and gawk?"

He gulps.

“Really cool. She deserves a hunk like you, Sir."

The black man laughs and pulls him toward him, you on his other side. You're quite sure this arrangement wasn't by accident. On the selfie it’ll look like a big black man and his two white toys. He’s the centre, not the man who made the pic.

“You may wank to this when you get home.”

Your host smilingly grants the fanboi and you giggle before kissing your fan on the forehead making him blush. It’s the closest thing to intimacy a white man will get from you. Not just because of your Black Only Clause, you really feel this is – more than appropriate.

Finally the black man pulls you into the big hall. You have some time to look around before the ceremony. So many black famous faces. So many people you admire and adore. And have masturbated over. A few of them you've met, some have hired you for one of your PR missions before. Those were all nice. But nothing compared to this one. You look up to the black an holding your arm as you take your seat.

You enjoy the show, all these black men and women who have achieved so much more than you. You smile - No jealousy, they're destined to make it. And you are right at the place you need to be want to be. Serving black men and women.

Your eyes grow wide as your your host's name is called as a nominee - and wins. Of course you shouldn't be surprised, who else could win. Without thinking, you hug and kiss him passionately. Not thinking about the cameras, but of course they're on you. This picture will be online forever. And you don't know it yet, but seriously boosts your fame and reputation in your genre. The snow-bunny who caught Hollywood's hottest black actor's attention. It'll make the genre talk of all entertainment news for 15 minutes of fame an you its poster girl.

All this is in the future, now you just swoon at your idol as he walks up the stage, cracks a joke and thanks all the right people - all of them black – for his successes and this award. You see him walk off to the press behind stage and sigh. You miss him already. And let him feel it, when you eventually comes back, with kisses.

Eventually the show ends, the after show party is a delight, you get to know SO many new black people, one of them hotter and more beautiful then the next. Many ask your host how he met you. He’s honest about it, his confidence takes no dent from admitting he hired his white trophy from a porn set – and you feel you just acquired a lot of new field missions in the future.

Eventually you end up in the back of the big black limo again. Not alone. You two are joined by a former basketball player, the famous tennis sisters – you gulp – you wouldn't’ have admitted it, but you were totally intimidated by them when you were a man. You were well aware that women with their physique and strength could have beat your scrawny pale ass, broken you in half, but you wouldn't have dared to admit it. Of course they still could, now that you're a woman but somehow, they don't scare you any more. The idea of these dominant strong black women turns your pussy, that has been moist and aroused all night, wet like a waterfall. The musician next to them you’ve only heard of today for the first time – a gap of knowledge you scold yourself for – you were so proud of your knowledge of black culture you acquired over the last months.

The group is completed by the woman without a surname, the winner of tonight's Black Breakout Star. You didn't know her when were still a man, she just got famous this last year and you are actually glad. Alexander would have found her hot, of course, but as a woman you can now appreciate the grace, her beauty the radiance of the young black woman. You smile at her insecurely. And get a judging look from her in return. You gulp - she's an exemplary evidence of divine black femininity. Her flowing silk gown classy, revealing just enough of her slender figure, he dark brown eyes shining. You feel pale, not just because of your skin and slutty dress - small, servile. Apparently she noted your attitude and smiles. Not mean, but with an air of superiority and confidence approaching condescension. Well deserved. You lower your eyes.

You worries over your slutty dress were silly anyway, it doesn't survive for a minute on you in the rear of this car. The Brit’s strong hand pulls it off of you, tearing it to pieces. Thank Goodness you’re not wearing your own clothes, the company can afford it.

You're handed around like a rag-doll between the black people present, feel hands all over you, caressing and soft, but all of them strong and demanding. No one here has any hesitation to use the white woman their host brought as a toy the way he intended you to be used. When you arrive at his gorgeous huge house, you already got some bruises and pinch marks all over you that throughout the evening will only get better.

The party settles into huge soft sofas in the lounging area while you get them drinks from the large kitchen. It's a job you're used to, you usually get to service the black clients hiring you for these events. When everyone is served, you being handed around again, groped, kissed, licked, manhandled, until your host finally pulls you towards him to take his privilege as the one who' paying for the party.

You go to your knees in front of him and finally get to see what you were longing for all night. You lick your lips and his cock is freed from his pants and stands above your face big and erect. It's a great cock. Not the biggest you've had – working in interracial porn you have come to the conclusion that no one you ever meet outside of your job will have The Biggest Cock you ever saw, but it's a very good average sized black cock. You giggle softly as you realise what has become “average” in your mind. When you were a man you considered your own dick average. THIS one is about twice as long and thick as your pale little shrimp. And of course aesthetically SO much more pleasing. This applies to all black cock. At the thought you wonder if your job conditioned you into loving black cock so much more, but you don't think so - they just ARE prettier. Compare this one. Shining like black obsidian, the veins under its skin giving it just a hit of marbling, while every white cock you know - no matter how big or small - looks always sickly pale pink. Dull. And the blue veins make it even worse. And your own used to be very high up on the scale of ugliest you've seen. THIS one – this is he crown of evolution when it comes to manhood.

You lean forward and kiss it loving, admiringly. It feels like servicing a deity and that feels right, you are a disciple and this cock is your God. You kiss the glans and take it into your mouth, deeper, deeper. You have no problem taking it all in, you've deep-throated bigger monsters professionally. One of the reasons black men like to hire Ebonized girls and you in particular. But the group is more than impressed by your skill anyway. You feel yourself flush deep red, and you pussy tingles to the appreciation, there's nothing - NOTHING - as gratifying as a black audience appreciating your skill with a cock of their own.

You service his with focused attention as long as he wants you to. You are aware of the other black people around you and you'd love to service each them but he is the boss. And eventually lets you go.

You’re being handed over the he next. The young woman who lifts her silky dress and shoves her panties aside for you to service a Black Goddess now. Which you do, more than eagerly.

She tastes divine, her juices wetting your lips and dripping into your mouths. You taste her heavenly nectar out of her with a skilled flick of your tongue against her clit.

You spent some time like this with all your black masters and mistresses, licking the pussies of the two tennis players between their massive strong thighs that could crush your head at any time, and caressing the cocks of the Basketball player – the tallest of the group and fittingly the one with the biggest cock and the last member of the group, the Musician, winner of the Black Lifetime Achievement tonight and the only one having passed 60. But he's more than able to stand his man with a white slut sucking him off.

As everyone is appropriately preheated, the older tennis sister picks you up and throws you over her shoulder. You giggle. You love being treated like a rag-doll by the Black woman - shortly wonder what your old, male self would have done if that had happened to him - probably fainted with fear, wimp that he was. He definitely wouldn't have had a chance to fight back.

You are dropped onto a huge bed and watch the black group undress, join you and start teasing you. Eventually the musician continues where you left him off – with a powerful grip, he spreads your legs and without warning rams his big black cock deep into your wet, hungry pussy - the older tennis sister sits onto your face, with her back to the man, leaning forward, wordlessly demanding your attention up here.

As you lick her pussy, you look up and see her kiss the pussy of – her own sister. You gulp, blush and feel your pussy involuntarily contract around the cock ploughing it. You cannot help yourself but to come to the sight. You've fantasized about these to making out. Being privileged enough to have your fantasies confirmed and being present to witness it is more than you can take.

The musician grunts as you clench his cock and comes inside you - he sounds a bit frustrated, probably wanted to fuck yo longer, but no cock an resit your pussy when in full orgasmic mode.

He’s replaced by your host, who turns you onto all fours and lies down under you - having his cock inside your wet cunt is an absolute dream come true. Even tough you're massively distracted by the pussy you are facing. The other sister has now positioned herself in front of you now - they changed positions, the older one now straddling her sibling’s face to be eaten out.

You feel a cock pressing against your rear entrance - has to be the basketball player - and relax your sphincter. You are more than practised in taking huge black cock in your ass and give into the familiar feeling of being filled easily. You have a few seconds to look around before the full deep fucking starts and meet he young woman's eyes, lying next to you, her legs spread, the musician down between her legs, burying his face into her young pussy, licking her thirstily. You're glad he's a man of style, not just thinking about himself, but eager pleasing the woman, who could probably be his granddaughter, while he's recovering from coming inside you. She apparently does appreciate it, too. The woman's face contorts within moments into pure lust and pleasure. You smile. Experienced men who are willing to go a LONG way. You very much hope you get the pleasure of the old man's tongue on your own pussy as well some time today. That looks really fun. But your time to muse is up and the athlete and the film star begin ploughing your holes like obsidian pistons, mercilessly, roughly taking what'd theirs - double stuffed, you cum within minutes. And again. And again. All the while stuck between the strong thighs of the tennis player- your hungry mouth made her come quickly as well, as did hers to her sister.

You don't get a minute of sleep this night, the group of Black
Superiority in show biz using you like a sex toy. The women are insatiable, and with your skills at full power, you always mange to get at least one of the men up and ready to use you so there is never a break. All night.

The orgy continues long after sunrise and when the Black Superiority Group eventually sends to to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone, you're quite certain that doesn't mean it's over but only constitutes a break to gather new strength. You take a look at the pile of bodies in different shades of brown and black on the large bed contently resting, glistening with sweat, the scent of sex filling the room, as you move to the kitchen to make pancakes, eggs, waffles, coffee and orange juice. You lick your lips, tasting the juices of the three women, feel the cum of the three men trickle down your thighs from your pounded holes. You can’t wait for it to continue. This is what you are meant to be. This is why you are a woman. Being a white plaything, serving black gods and goddesses. This is what you are.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.