Model Pressure

Katie knocked on the door of Lamar, letting herself in presumptuously. Instead, she found her big Black boss jerking on his bigger Black cock. She took a step back, brilliant blue eyes widening in shock.

"Oh ... I'm sorry, Sir," Katie said, fumbling with her words.

"No need to apologize," Lamar said. "Get your white ass in here. And lock the door."

"Umm, sir, this is highly unprofessional," Katie protested.

"Then get your white ass out of here," Lamar hissed. "Or get your white ass in here. But if you leave, you're done in this business."

It was a common enough problem in the industry, Katie knew. Beautiful young women like her ... taken advantage of. She watched him stroking his large pipe for another minute, and then, almost as if she were in a trance, closing the door and locking it.

"That's a good girl," Lamar said soothingly. He was only going to make her suck it this time. "C'mere and make your boss feel good."

Katie knelt, taking his big Black cock in her hand, and timidly stroking it.

"That's not enough," Lamar instructed. "Suck on it." Katie looked at him, taken aback, but her face dulling out as she wrapped her plush lips around the head of his cock. She started to gently bob up and down it, drooling profusely.

"That's my good girl," Lamar praised. "Deeper now. Soon enough, you're going to meet a man that will change your life."

"Change my life?" Katie asked blankly, drool starting to pool off Lamar's nuts. Finally, growing impatient, Lamar took Katie's head in his hands, starting to vigorously fuck her throat. She offered only token resistance. He pulled out, giving her a facial, marking his prize as his ... for the time being.

"Change your life," Lamar repeated. Katie shivered.