The couple arrived at the photoshoot venue in a limousine at a quarter past noon
courtesy of the Teepee Establishment d P means Tongue Patrol. The vehicle drove past
a white gated compound and stopped in front of a gorgeous white mansion. The
chauffeur switched off the engine, came out and opened the door for the couple
to disembark. The husband came down first, then reached in and helped his
blond, middle aged wife out of the vehicle. They took a moment to
admire the house and surrounding neighborhood. Neither of them had ever visited this part
of the country before, which was in Miami, Florida. The Tongue Patrol
representative, a bespectacled man in a black suit, came to shake hands with
the couple, welcomed them to the venue, and then led the way into
the house where the photoshoot was to happen. They entered a corner office adjacent
to the vestibule, where a secretary awaited their attention. The secretary laid out
several PaperWorks, one being a non disclosure agreement dissuading them from ever discussing their
visit and impending activities at the premises, The couple willingly signed where stated they
were flush with excitement at having been chosen for such a win, rather than
care about whatever damages might incur should they divulge whatever information they were expected to
hold as sacred. They were a Midwestern couple residing in a farmland county harboring
only miles of agricultural crops and verd and grassland. This was one of the
few excursions they had undertaken to a populated city. They never would have embarked
on the trip were it not for the wife having won the top prize to
model for the forthcoming Tongue Patrol Calendar Girl for the year twenty twenty four.
Done with a paperwork, the rep led the couple to another part of the
building that housed the photoshoot studio. It was a law large room with various
background cut out scenes, tripods, lighting equipment, and makeshift sets. The
one meant for the couple was a king sized bed with a thick white bed
sheet and matching pillows behind a plain white background. Studio flashlights were strategically placed
several feet from the bed. The director was checking through his various camera equipment
with an assistant. When the rep brought the couple over and made the introductions.
So glad you both made it, said the director. After shaking hands
with the couple, then addressed the wife. My assistance will show you to
the changing room to get you into your costume. A young woman came by,
shook hands with a wife, and then led her to a door that
opened to another part of the studio, leaving her husband behind. The wife
wasn't gone for too long. She returned wearing an ox fled strapless corset outfit
with thigh sockings and stiletto heels. She resembled nothing like the woman who who
had left the room to change minutes ago. Her husband was floored by what
he saw of his wife. He felt like he was rediscovering a newfound beauty
he had been married to. The director told the wife to get in the
bed and gestured at her to craft various seductive erotic poses to make for him.
The wife presented herself, however, the director wanted while he got busy
behind his camera taking steady snap shots. She presented her butt to him,
lay on the bed with her legs spread and adopted striking postures that portrayed her
as a horny vamp. Her husband sat at a distant corner of the room,
observing everything. The wife was still in striking poses when the entrance door
opened and four muscled black men strode into the room. The men were imposing
in stature as they were naked and wielded hardened penises. The husband stared in
awe at what the men carried and was immediately worried about whether his wife would
still wish to carry on with the photo shoot. The wife was horrified and
excited at the sight of the men, who then got into bed and arranged
themselves behind her. They huddled together for several snap shots before the director told
them to continue with their intended assignment. They started gently with the wife,
kissing, caressing, and fondling her body while stripping her from her corset with
ease, until she had only her thigh stockings and high heels. She knelt
in their midst and took turns sucking whichever cock was pressed against her face.
The director walked around the bed with his camera, capturing every action from every
angle. Her husband observed everything from a monitor screen in front of him.
He marveled at the amazing girth each black man possessed. Their cocks were bigger
than anything he had ever seen. They resembled perfect specimens of manhood. He
knew he was about to witness them use his wife like never before. The
wife wasn't a consummate pro at giving blow jobs. She was very clumsy at
it, being that, aside from her husband, she had never been fortunate
to indulge in sexual activities with any other man. What she lacked professionally,
she made up for in enthusiasm. The men are patient with her, allowing
her enough room to get accustomed to their erection while encircling her like a pack
of hyenas around to feed. One of them ate her pussy. Another two
sucked her breasts while she busied with the lead cock stretching her mouth. Her
muffled grunts were the perfect indication that she was loving the workout. The one
eating her pussy then knelt behind her, took aim with his prick, and
shoved it into her vagina. The woman gasped, She tensed and emitted a
low grumble. As the black man injected more of his shaft into her,
she groaned louder. The bull in front gestured at her to return to sucking
his car, which she did amid her groaning frenzy, while the other got
to fucking her. Steady watching the screen monitor, her husband held his breath
while marveling at what the director captured with his portable camera. He caught an
exquisite sight of the bull's cock stretching the wife's cunt, going into her like
a knife slicing through butter. He also captured the high pitched cries escaping the
wife's lungs as she got speared by the bull's shaft. The men changed places
as if on cue, and another then got to fuck the wife doggie style
while she remained on her elbows and knees taking the onslaught. It was tough
concentrating on her blow job work as the bull got to hammering her harder than
his previous colleague. The bull grabbed a fistful of her hair and showed her
no mercy until it was time to allow another buddy to have her. The
next bull laid the wife on her back, propped her foot against his shoulder,
and then dug in as he shoved his prick into her vole. The
wife tensed and responded with a resounding cry. Her cry raised tiny hairs on
the back of her husband's neck as he heard her clearly from across the room.
Oh God, please a fuck, I'm coming. The wife squirmed amid
her pleading, but the bull was relentless, as was expected of him.
Besides his strenuous grunts, he barely cared about how she was taking his dick,
except he knew she was taking it well. He was giving her that
good type of fucking that gets horny wives begging for more. He kept thrusting
his hips and pelvis harder and faster till he lay on top of her.
He gave one final thrust before pulling out of her cunt. The wife thought
she deserved a minute's break, but such wasn't the case. Her feet had
barely touched down when another bull came and assumed from where his colleague stopped.
The director then gave a silent cue for them to switch things up. The
bulls got the wife to straddle him. By this time, they had ripped
through her stockings and unclasped her high heels from her feet, no obstructions necessary.
She got to ride the bull, but the man's robust pace took the
best of her as he got busy thrusting his cock between her ass cheeks.
Another bull came over cradling a bottle of lotion in his hand. He emptied
it over her butt and rubbed it all over until she glistened. Another bull
finger fucked her ainus steadily. When she felt prepped enough, they mounted her
individually. The wife unleashed a screaming outbreak the likes of which her husband had
never witnessed in their twenty plus years of marriage. He had never dared fuck
his wife and alli, but that had been one of the essential requirements demanded
by the Tongue patrol team. The men ejaculated over her butt cheeks. The
director took snap shots of every moment on film and camera. They shot their
load into her mouth, to which she successfully swallowed their load. They rolled
her on to her back, fucked her some more, and then sprayed come
on her face and tits. She was baptized and seamen by the time they
finished with her. The wife was led to a separate room upstairs to wash
up and dry herself. Her husband came to join her there, and they
both basked in her achievement. The calendar came out a day before the new
year began. The wife was featured on the calendar cover, with each month
comprising various snap shots from her game bang scene. The couple spent a week's
all expenses paid trip to Miami, after which they flew first class back to
their country farm in the Midwest courtesy of the Tongue Patrol Establishment. Hopefully the
wife would be interested in participate in another upcoming prize. She certainly would listen
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