“Bruce wanted you to do at least three today,” Joy said as I stood with her and my father in the street not far from where I had just been fucked by two men.

“Three?” I asked, “so I need to find another cock?”

“Is that an issue?”

“Of course not,” I replied, “the more black cock I can get the better.”

“You have a plan then?” my father interjected, a hint of excitement in his voice as he spoke.

“Yeah, I have a plan.”

Interlocking my arm with my father’s I guided him down the street to a bus stop. “First, we need to get into town.”

“By bus?”

“Yeah, do you have a problem with that?”

“No, but I’ve never known you to catch a bus.”

“You’ve never known me to have to find situations in order to humiliate you either,” I replied with a grin.

We did not have to wait long as the bus pulled up to the stop. It was half full, which meant there were plenty of opportunities for us to all sit separately. “Don’t sit next to me, but sit just behind,” I whispered to him as the door opened and I climbed on board.

Paying for my ticket, I worked my way down the aisle until I found two empty rows, one behind the other. Sitting in the first one, I watched as my father walked past me before dropping into the second row. Finally, Joy got on the bus, hiding the camera under a jacket that she was carrying. Working her way down the aisle, she sat next to an old woman three rows further back, the camera pointed directly at me.

The bus pulled away from the stop heading towards the city centre. As it bumped along the road, it made my pussy leak some of the cum it had already taken and I laughed quietly to myself. I looked out the window in an effort to distract me, but it did not really work as I was so worked up by the fact that I was going to take another cock in the near future.

The sound of the bus slowing down brought me back into the here and now and I watched as it came to a stop and the doors opened with a hiss. A good -looking white boy got on, and I considered whether I would have let him fuck me had I not taken a vow to go black cock only.

He was tall and young, and while he was thin, it made the muscles on his arms stand out even more. His mop of blonde hair, hung partly over the front of his face while the tight, blue jeans he wore showed that he had a good size package hidden away.

I watched him work his way up the aisle, as I realised that his eyes had settled on me. He smiled, as I accidentally caught his eye and as he reached my row he paused for a moment, “is this seat taken?” he asked.

“No,” I replied, as I wondered how I was going to work with the fact that he had taken a shine to me.

He sat in the seat just as the bus pulled away from the stop, and clearing his throat he leant in towards me. “Hi,” he said as he tried to make conversation.

“Hi,” I replied, as I tried to work out how to play the situation.

“You know, I would be really interested in opening those sexy legs of yours and putting my dick into you.”

“That’s rather forward of you,” I replied as I looked him up and down and considered if my white cock ban was really achievable.

“I know,” he replied with a smile, “but I just have a feeling that you are that kind of girl.”

Leaning towards him, I smiled as I felt his breathing shallow at the closeness of our bodies. “There’s just one problem,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“I only let black men have me.”

He made a deep, guttural sound as if that had given him a moment of pure pleasure.

“I know,” he replied, as he returned my smile.

“You know?”

“Oh yes, you are Emily Black, and I know that guys like me don’t stand a chance, but it does leave me wishing I was black for you.”

“Thank you,” I said as I reached out with a hand and took hold of his. I gave it a reassuring squeeze. “If I was into white guys, you would definitely be on my list.”

He smiled at me, a look that somehow managed to be both innocent and wicked at the same time. It was a gorgeous smile, and I decided in that moment to tell him exactly what I was doing.

“I’m making a video at the moment,” I said, before sitting back and waiting for his reaction. It did not disappoint.

“What, right now?” he asked looking around the bus for black guys.

“Yes, I have just come from being blacked by two guys, and now I am on my way to find a third.”

“Have they cum into you?” he asked, his voice quivering as he asked the question.

“Yes, would you like to taste?”

“Mmm mmh,” he said unable to properly verbalise his thoughts and opening my legs I nodded downwards with my head. It did not take much for him to understand and he reached over, placing the hand between my thighs before rubbing it back and fore and then inserting a finger into me. He withdrew his hand, a large dollop of cum resting on the end of his finger and placed it into his mouth.

He savoured the taste for a moment, “who was it?” he asked.

“I dunno, I never got his name, but he came hard and produced a lot of jizz.”

“It’s amazing the boy,” the boy said as his eyes looked up and down my body again.

“Do you want to appear in my video?”

“Sure.”

“You will be humiliated by the scene,” I replied.

“That’s not a problem,” the boy replied, and I looked around to see that we were just getting to the main bus station in the centre of the city.

“Right, what I need you to do is come onto me, forcefully, tell me loudly how much you want to fuck me and how much I should be desperate for your white cock.”

“You sure?”

I nodded in reply and the boy did not disappoint. He shifted across in his seat, put his arm around me, leaned in and tried to kiss me. Screaming, I tried to pull away from him and he just kept getting closer. “Come on babe,” he said loudly, “one white cock and you will be sorted for ever, you will see the world in a very different way.”

Standing, I slapped him hard across his face before climbing over his lap and stepping out into the aisle. He turned to face me, his hand holding his face where I had made contact with his cheek. “Don’t you pathetic white guys get it,” I said loudly, “I am only available to real men, hung men, black men, my body craves being used by them, my holes being filled with their cum.”

Turning, I walked towards the front of the bus. “please sit down Miss,” the driver said as I approached him. “Please sit down Miss, the bus has not stopped yet,” he said again as I got closer.

“I’ve just been molested by some pathetic white guy and all you want is to ask me to sit down?” I commented as I stood in the aisle, feeling cum leak out and onto the floor of the bus.

“Umm,” the driver was confused for a moment.

“Why don’t you let me off, and then I will never travel on your service again while you allow pathetic white men to accost your women passengers.”

The bus came to a stop and the doors opened, allowing me to storm off the bus. Walking briskly away, I turned down a side street and into a boutique arcade where, once certain I was out of sight, I came to a stop.

A few seconds later Joy and my father appeared, walking arm in arm as if they were a couple. Joy laughed on seeing me, “perfect,” she said, “I dropped that lad a business card as well as I think he might do really well in some of our cuck stuff.”

“Not as good as my father,” I said as I stepped into his arms and let him hug me.

“Well, quite,” Joy said and I caught her looking him up and down for a moment.

“Anyway,” it was my father who spoke, “we need to get the next bit of filming done and it’s rapidly approaching lunch time.”

“I have an idea,” I replied giving Joy a wink. “Would Bruce be comfortable with Middle Eastern?”

“Middle Eastern?” Joy queried as she inspected the charge on her camera.

“Yeah, as in not truly black, but definitely dark skinned.”

“Hmm, I dunno, is he likely to be hung?”

“Haven’t a clue, but I think he is Muslim judging by the decoration that he had in his car the other day.”

“So you’ve not had him, but you have been in his car?” It was my father who spoke.

“Yes, he drives a taxi.”

“Ahhh,” my father replied, “so you have something in mind?”

“Very much so,” I said as I headed down the arcade and out onto the road where the nearest cab rank was.

We walked along the rank of cars, stopping briefly at each one as I tried to get a look at the driver. My efforts were in vain though as the man I was looking for was not present.

As we reached the end of the row, I was about to turn to my father and ask for his thoughts on whether we should move on when a car pulled up alongside me. “Hey,” a voice said from inside and I bent down to look through the open window.

“Oh, hi,” I said as I immediately recognised the driver as the man I was looking for. “Is it possible we can hire you?”

“Well, I am supposed to wait until I get to the front of the queue,” the driver replied with a smile, and I realised that he could see down my dress from my position.

“Hmm, in that case, can I book you for a pick-up from the next street over in five minutes?”

“Sure,” the driver replied and standing back up I took my father by the hand and led him across the street and into the next road.

We stood on the pavement as I explained to my father and Joy why we had walked away, when as planned the car pulled up. “Hey, booking for three?” the driver said.

Opening the front passenger door, I got inside while my father and Joy got into the rear of the car. “Where do you want to go?” the driver asked with a smile.

 “St James’ Woods,” my father replied quickly and as the driver looked at me, I nodded in agreement.

“What’s your name?” I asked as the driver looked to pull out into the passing traffic.

“Muhammed.”

“Well Muhammed, do you want to fuck me on film?”

“Sorry,” he replied as he brought the car to a sudden stop.

“Don’t panic, just drive us to St James’ Woods and I will explain along the way.”

It was a ten-minute drive across the city centre to the woods during which time I explained everything to Muhammed. “I don’t want to have my face on camera,” he said

“That’s fine, Joy will make sure that she doesn’t film it.”

“OK, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you want,” I replied with a smile.

Muhammed turned the car onto a dirt track and drove a short distance up it until we were sheltered from the road. I got out of the car and walked around towards the front of the perching on the bonnet while I waited for Joy and Muhammed to join me.

Now that I was in a position to actually look at him properly, I was able to appreciate that he was better looking than I had initially thought. Young, in his early 20’s at most, he had short black hair and a thin moustache. His skin was a dark in colour and smooth, while the black t-shirt he wore was tight over a muscular frame.

“Where in the middle east are you from?” I asked as he stretched from the experience of being stuck in the car all day.

“I’m Egyptian,” he replied.

“Ahhh, so African technically,” I grinned.

Pushing myself up onto the bonnet of the car so that I could open my legs I watched as Muhammed opened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and surprisingly big as he shuffled in towards me.

I looked over his shoulder to see Joy moving around, trying to get a good angle of the fucking I was about to take and then, embracing Muhammed we kissed. He tasted of cigarettes, but it was not off putting as I felt his cock reaching the outside of my labia, and then, just as he was about to enter me, I felt a warm, wet splash of liquid.

“Sorry,” Muhammed said as he stepped back, pulled up his trousers and ran off into the woods. Joy watched him go and then turned back to me with a quizzical look on her face. I pointed downwards, and together we both looked at my pussy to see that the outside of it was covered with a thick stream of cum.

“Oops,” Joy said as she looked at me. I must have looked displeased for a moment as she burst into a laugh which she tried to contain by holding a hand over her mouth.

“Oops indeed,” I said, “I’ve never had that happen to me before.”

“Well, it makes for an interesting end to the video I guess,” Joy said as she put her camera down.

“Yeah, and a painful drive back as we are going to have to wait for him.”

There was a rustling of the trees and Muhammed reappeared looking sheepish. “Sorry,” he said as he approached timidly, “I am a virgin.”

“It’s OK,” I said trying to reassure him and hoping that I could prevent the drive back to the city from being too painful.

“How about we do it again?”

“What?” I was taken by surprise by the comment.

“How about we do it again?” he said a second time, and this time he pulled his trousers down to reveal that his cock looked even bigger and harder than it had been before his accident.

“Umm,” I said, but before I could say anything more, Joy had picked her camera back up and had started to film again.

“Oh well,” I said and sliding off the bonnet I stood waiting for Muhammed to approach.

This time, he was like a different person, as if his accident had taken away all of his nerves. Approaching, he grabbed hold of me and then turned me around and pushed me over the bonnet. Lifting me skirt up he slid into my already wet and used hole easily. Finding his rhythm quickly, he pumped himself in and out of my body while I turned my head to see that I was looking directly at my father. I had forgotten he was sitting in the back seat of the car the whole time, and now he was watching his slut of a daughter being fucked by a man she had only just met.

His thrusts were hard and deep as he worked himself into a frenzy fucking me from behind. I moaned at the pleasure that it brought me as he continued to pin me onto the bonnet of the car.

“I’m cumming,” he growled, as his pace seemed to quicken even more until with a loud groan I felt him reach his zenith. His second load seemed even bigger than the one he had spilled on my pussy only a few moments before as his cock drained itself into me.

“Fuck!” he said, his grip on me finally relenting as he took a step back. I stood back up and turned round to face him, catching Joy’s smile as I did so.

“Here,” he said, and I felt him take hold of me with a free arm and pull me down to the ground. His cock was covered in cum, not only his two loads, but the remnants of the load I had taken earlier in the day, as he pushed it into my face. I licked it up, smearing a thick line of cum on my cheek as I did so until, while his cock was still covered in my spit, it was no longer cum covered.

I stood back up and let him kiss me on the lips for a moment before turning to Joy who threw me a towel from the large bag she had been carrying all day. Wiping my face, I smiled at her in appreciation of all her work and got into the rear seat of the car alongside my father

“That was amazing,” my father said as he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Umm,” I said as he did so, “that is exactly where Muhammed’s cum was just smeared.”

“Oh well,” he said, and sticking his tongue out, he licked the exact same spot. “Salty,” he said, before sitting back in his seat and closing his eyes for a moment.

Climbing in alongside me, Joy put a hand on my leg to reassure me as Muhammed got into the driver’s seat again. “Where to,” he asked, and I gave him my address. “That’ll be about 20 minutes, and you can have this trip for free,” he laughed as he looked into the rear-view mirror and caught my eyes in the reflection. Then as he put the car into reverse, we headed for my home.