Milk Chocolate

As your vision clears, memories or a **** dealing street thug sink into the background and watzizname, before that isn't even there. Looking at your ebony figure in the mirror the name Coco comes to mind. What were you doing again? Oh yeah, getting ready for today's shoot.

As you put the gun away there is a knock on the door. Once again your landlady is back. "Oh, hey Mrs Thomas, did the payment go through?" "NO, Tiana! It didn't. I don't understand this technical mumbo jumbo of autopay, just cut me a check!" You smile, "Don't be silly, send your grandson down later and he will get it, I need some IT help anyway." you say in your throaty voice.

She shuffles off, mumbling something about Jezebel and Babylon. A few minutes later a timid knock announces the arrival of Jerome, Mrs. Thomas grandson, your personal IT guy, cameraman and secretly up and coming sexual prodigy.

"Hi baby," you coo softly "Come on in. Your Granny said the E-payment didn't go through. I have the confirmation, so she probably just doesn't know how to get it. Also, the live stream has been acting up, do you think you can take a look? Thanks. Let me know when you get done, I have some camera work I need your help with. I'm going to get dressed."

As you pick out today's attire (neon blue bikini with matching heels) and finish changing, the tapping at your door once again tells you that Jerome is done. "Umm, I,uh, (he starts, nervously, "I backed up the latest batch of videos and pictures. You need to update your malware and I...." he goes on about defragging, and bandwidth and other stuff that you know you will never understand.

When he sees that he has lost you, he flusters again "You, uh, said something about your camera?"

"Yeah, customers have been complaining about the angle of the bed-cam. Can you make sure it's... what's the thing where you test it to make sure it's adjusted?"

"Calibrated?"

"Yeah, that's it. Also, can we set up another camera above the bed so they can look down while I play with myself?" Hearing you talk about playing with yourself makes him blush, which makes you giggle. "Oh, Yeah, one more thing," at this you take the small hand held camera and hand it to him. "_I been getting a lot of requests for some POV, can you hold the camera_?"

Stammering and flustered, he almost drops it. "What, um, I"

"Shh, relax, I'm just showing you how much I appreciate what you do for me. I can't do this on my own." You unzip his pants and take his quickly hardening dick in your mouth, moaning.

You can see he is shaky and nervous so you lead him to the couch, double checking to see that the feed is running and recording, and remove his clothes. Untying the the bikini top you wrap your silky smooth tits around his now hard cock, taking time to lick the head as it pokes through. You take his dick deep into your mouth, moaning lightly, and you can feel him shiver. After a few minutes of what you are sure is top notch footage you stand up and turn to the live feed.

He goes to put the camera down but you stop him "We need some more footage and I haven't finished paying you, so keep it rolling."

You slowly draw your bikini bottoms down and as you bend, your pussy rubs his shaft and you slide up and down, getting it slick with the juices from your eagerly expectant slit. You grind it for just a moment or so more before you plunge it deep inside you as a whisper of ecstasy comes from your cameraman. You ride him hard and deep, pounding yourself down on your very own sex god. You caress your breasts, pinching your nipples and as you lean back he slides his free hand around to join you. You finger your clit through several small orgasms, then turn around to face him, his mouth exploring every inch of you, the camera left on the table beside you. You grind on him hard as his mouth finds yours and you feel that mind numbing climax that you are sure they heard two blocks away.

Catching your breath, you notice his is quickening, a sure sign he is close to cumming too. You hand him the camera again, saying something about the money shot, and take his dick as deep as it will go. After a minute he lets out a long moan as wave after wave of his salty cum shoots into your mouth. You take it out as the last few spurts come out and while some of it gets on your chin, you smile at the camera as you swallow the rest.

After cleaning up and Jerome nervously excusing himself, you sit at your computer to edit and upload the newest footage. Your gaze turns to a familiar toy gun, and a wicked grin comes to your face.