Chocolate Loves Vanilla (Interracial RP)

My name is William Blake, I am a Freelance Photographer, I take pictures of many things, but my biggest hit are erotic cosplay photos, draws in money lke honey draws in bees. But I am sad to admit that I have never been part of the erotica in the photos, I am still a virgin too, at the age of twenty five that's a blow to the balls sometimes.

I am looking through some women who wants to pose for my erotic photographs, many are good looking but not what I wanted. I have different themes for each collection of photos and this month's theme was enslaved black women. I had posted the ad on my homepage and it has been a week now and I have around fifty promising candidates, who has sent photos, measurements, phone numbers, age and orientation.

At first I had a hard time deciding but as I put aside one of the files I saw it, I saw my next photos' model! and perhaps many other photos in the future! She was beautiful, ebony skinned, well built, obviously worked out, big firm breasts, purple colored hair that fit her body extremely well, the way she looked and posed in those underwear and the michevious smile, it was giving me a boner without me even finishing taking it all in!

Throwing away the other files I type on the homepage that the position has been filled, though files still being sent is appreciated for future work. Checking the name of the file it stated that the beautiful goddess' name was Vivia Desmound, she lived in Miami, Florida, which was a good deal away from my current location in my house in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, and yet she still wanted the job.

She was 22 years old, a virgin but sexually active, though I didn't really need to know that it made me hot beneath the collar, was planning to move from her parents' mansion in Florida and get her own life. Hmmm no wonder she was so eager to get here, the job took around a month to finish so I let my models sleep in one of the guest rooms in my house for the duration of the work, she must be planning to find a new home during that time.

...Oh my... And she also writes that the thought of being the slave of a white man had been a fantasy of hers since high school... oh boy... now I need to calm down before icream my pants. After twenty minutes, or thirty, do not remember, I return to my desk and pick up the phone and call her cellphone number.

"Hello?"

Oh gods her voice was like an orchestra of sweet honey milk being feed to a purring cat!

"Yes, is this Vivia Desmound?"

"Yes it is, who are you?"

"I am William Blake. The photographer you sent your *cough* well detailed file too, the oen about the work as a model for this month's collection photos."

"Oooh! It's an honor to speak to you Mister Blake! I love your photos, especially that last collection, the Naughty Nuns, I loved the photo of the nun only dressed in her veil, praying in front of the altar while another nun was giving a tittyfuck and at the same time sucking the cock of the priest beneath the lectern. God that was a hot picture!"

Jerking my collar, feeling my cock rise again, I cough and speak up to break her out of her trance, as she didn't speak anymore after that.

"Thank you, but I wanted to let you know that you will be my next model, I will prepare a ticket for you to reach Arizona and then a driver, who will hold a sign with your name, will come and get you. You should recieve your ticket within two or three days."

"Oh thank you Mister Blake, but I'd prefer going right away, I can ask my parents to buy me the ticket and then I will be over tomorrow morning."

"Well then, that's absolutly wonderful! I will have Harold, that's the driver's name, know you will arrive tomorrow morning. See you in a day, I loo kforward to work with you. Good bye."

"good bye! and thank you for this chance!"

CLICK

Okay, now I just had to prepare for the photos, while my house was big enough for twenty people to live in, was it in the special made studio where I made everything happen. I would need to choose outfits, lightning ,backgrounds, furniture and tools! Oh this would be fun!

Vivia Desmound: http://www.aerisdies.com/cats/cat1074img115.html

William Blake: http://markiaj.deviantart.com/art/BLEACH-ICHIGO-127980293

OOC: Okay, nobody interested?

Vivia stepped into the arrival hall, who seemed to have spotted her first. He was a tall man, who had his eyes concealed behind a pair of shades. But Vivia was certain, that he was checking her out.

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Harold, if she remembered his name correctly, was a rather handsome gentleman as well. Perhaps, if time permits...

Vivia acknowledged Harold with little more than a nod, and he quietly took over her baggage as he directed her towards the limousine. Without so much as a hint of a smile, she stepped inside the open door, and looked straight ahead.

This was her usual ice-cold exterior. The only reason why she had sounded so different on the phone, was because she knew that was what it took to get her a ticket to Blake's studio. Of course she knew he was one of the most respected photographers in the country, let alone the state.

More importantly, there was something about his photos that intrigued her. Specifically, they turned her on tremendously, and she could only imagine what the action might be like off the camera focus. Perhaps he had a private collection that was out of the public eye.

Harold was silent as he drove the beautiful adroamerican woman towards his boss' house in the Rocky mountains, his boss had been a friend since high school, and he had given him a job as a driver, it was an easy job, drive once every week, get some wares from the town, get his guests and models bac kand forth, it was a nice and clean job. His wife had been most happy at his success in life, and he had to admit that the fact that he had meet his wife when she worked as a model for his boss while he worked in the city four years ago, was another thing he had to thank his boss for.

"The boss will be glad to meet you miss Desmound, he has asked for deliveries all over the cities, costumes, backgrounds and more, you have put him in a good mood, very few can do that." He stated in a neutral voice, though a hint of a smile on his lips, the young woman looked to be the kind of girl his boss liked, cool and collected on the outside, but wild on the inside.

Vivia allowed a slight smile, but was secretly glad that she had indeed made an impression on Mr Blake. Harold was right, she had heard rumours that Mr Blake, in spite of his many inclinations, was a difficult man to please. It was a challenge she would gladly take up.

"Will we be heading straight for his residence?" Vivia asked.

"Yes, there's a tunnel leading straight to his mansion in the mountains, he prefers the silence and solitude of nature instead of the bulldozing cities." The driver stated as he drove up the mountains, the car moving elegantly along the roads until it entered a turn leading up a spiralling tunnel in the middle of a mountain. And as they came out they came upon a large mansion, like a massive inn for rich people, a large garden with well kept flowers, a small lake and a barn by an open field.

"The boss' mansion is pretty small, enough space for twenty to thirty people to live there, the rest of the space he uses for his studios and work. He will be at the maingate to see you, he handles this entire house by himself, as to keep himself busy while not working on his photos." Harold stated as he drove down to the entrance and got out, opening the door to the woman before taking her luggage out of the trunk.

FIRST PERSON: WILLIAM BLAKE

I was dressed in blue jeans, black shirt, orange sneakers and sunglasses, my heart pounding to meet my latest model, my future master piece. And as the car came up the driveway I swallowed and let out a deep breathe before walking down to meet Harold and Vivian. And as I saw her I felt my heart punch my chest, holding out my hand I stated in a warm voice, the feeling as I was shaking this beautiful woman's hand was like lightning coarsing through my body, and gods I loved it. "Welcome Vivian Desmound to my home, I am William Blake, and I am most pleased to finally meet you person to person, and the photo you sent me is nothing compared to how I see you now."

"And what you will see later is nothing compared to what you see now. Vivia Desmound, nice to meet you Mr Blake," Vivia let her fingers linger a little longer than necessary, before withdrawing it confidently. Vivia wondered if Mr Blake might wonder more about her personality in person; if he did, he expressed no such inclination to comment on it.

"By the way, I meant what I said about Naughty Nuns. I just think I could have been a much better model than the ones you chose," Vivia went on, before taking Harold's lead, and walked towards the front door, leaving Mr Blake a little behind her trail.

She had made quite the entrance.

Chuckling I looked up at the sky with a smirk. "What a woman..." Moving up the staircase I went into the house with the two ahead of me, I thanked Harold, who handed me a bag of food for the kitchen before leaving for his car, always the silent type that fellow. I swiftly went to the kitchen and put the food bag on the table before moving back and took her bag before bowing my head, a smile on my lips. "Come on then madame, I shall show you your room."

Leading her up to the second floor I showed her the second bedroom to the left, right next to mine which was int he middle. "This here is your room, thee studio is on the bottom right of the hallway, my room is in the middle of the hallway, to the right of this room. Would you like something to eat before we speak business or would you like to get directly to it?" I asked politely while putting her luggage by the bed, she had a large room, a big flat screen tv, some video games, a music system, a bookshelf, a queen sized bed with silk covers and a wardrobe big enough for six people to stand inside.

"It would be rude to refuse your offer," Vivia turned to speak, after giving the room a quick scan as she listened to him speak.

"How about letting me wash up first? I haven't really had the chance since I got off the plane," Vivia suggested.

"Of course, there's two bathrooms on each floor, on this floor there's one on the first door to the right and one on the opposite side of my studio. On the bottom floor are the bathrooms by the kitchen and near the hallway. All bathrooms are marked with WC signs. I will go and prepare lunch, you could come down to the kitchen once you're done but if yo uwish to explore feel free to, I will ring the bell to signal lunch." Finishing my short explanation for the locations of the bathrooms I walked out of her room, though unable to keep my eyes from lingering on her beautiful shape, before moving down the stairs to the bottom floor and then went into the kitchen,

Packing up the items from the shopping bag I began to prepare pasta, grounded beef, onions, garlic, tomato sauce, salt, pepper, mushrooms and red peppers. Sharpening the vknives, peeling the onions and taking the oil from the fridge, I began to slice and dice up the ingredients while putting on a pot of water and a pot for the stew, it would become a fine bolognese dish.

Gathering up her things, Vivia headed towards the bathroom on that floor. The one nearest to her was locked, and instead of waiting, she decided to head down to the studio instead. After all, she would need to find her way around this place eventually.

It turned out that the bathroom opposite the studio was shut as well. Vivia probably caught the cleaning staff at a bad time. The housemaid, very apologetic for being the source of interruption for one of Mr Blake's house guest, suggested that she could use the toilet next to the kitchen downstairs. She assured Vivia that it was top quality.

Vivia could have waited, but she decided not to. She never really liked how flights made her feel afterwards, and was looking forward to feeling fresh once more.

The housemaid was right about the toilet. It was better than anything she had ever come across, even compared to the bathrooms in top hotels she had opportunities to use. She turned the hot water on, and went on to undress herself, before she heard a few knocks on the door.

"Hang on," Vivia pulled on a towel, and turned the knob to the door.

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Taking my time to let the meat cook, put in the diced onions, the oil, the spices, the tomato sauce and the mushrooms, I let it fry for a while before adding some garlic and red peppers, putting the pasta int othe water as it began to boil I put on the locks on the pots, had te timer of the oven activated to shut down once the timer went off, a good investment if you ask me.

Stretching my shoulders a little I smelled my armpits and frowned, I needed a shower, wouldn't do to smell with such a fine woman in the house. Pulling my shirt off, along with my pants and underwear, I warped a black towel around my waist, the tattoo on my right shoulder clear as the sky. Moving towards the shower I noticed that it was occupied, thinking that it was my housemaid Jenny, who was also my niece who I had hired when she needed a jobb, I knocked on the doorway, hearing the muffled sound of a woman's voice. "Jenny I thought I told you to nooiiiiiteeggghhh..." My words got mangled as what I saw in front of me was not my sister Jenny but the beautifully towled shape of my future model, and gods I hope the boner I am getting isn't showing in the towel!

OOC: Replace the black pants with a black towel and you get a good idea of what he looks like now.

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"Oh hello, Mr Blake," Vivia practically purred her words out, allowing herself a slight smile as she reacted instantly to the situation. She knew that as part of the modelling work she would have to drop her clothes for the famous photographer. But it didn't mean that she couldn't try to enjoy herself, or allow him a bit of fun as well.

Vivia contemplated dropping the towel there and then, but decided against it. Propriety was probably not top-most on her mind, but rather the knowledge that she might soon build up a hold over him thrilled her. She wanted to tease, taunt and torment. And then perhaps, she could then finally savour the act of mixing the art form both of them appreciated so much with the art of pleasure off the focus of the cameras.

"Was there something you needed?" Vivia made a deliberate glance down to the front of his towel, and took a step closer. They were both so close, and yet the exhilaration of not moving even an inch closer from where they were overwhelmed Vivia entirely.

Coughing I tried to keep my cheeks from turning red, it was hard as I was used to take erotic photos from a distance and behind a camera and not be inches away, and I spoke up. "Well the food will be ready within the next fifteen minutes, I had planned to take a shower, but if you are not finished I will wait until my turn comes." Oh gods she was so close, her breasts almost brushing against my torso, her beautiful eyes looking down at my towel for a short moment, oh gods I hope she didn't notice I was hard, and trying to hold Blake Jr still by clenching my thighs together, it wasn't easy.

"Ah I see, Mr Blake," Vivia turned back towards the bathroom, and took one step inside.

Then she turned, and spoke over her shoulder.

"I heard the bathrooms upstairs are shut, and I wouldn't want my host to start his meal late from my hogging of the bathroom. Perhaps you want to share it? Then we can both start our meal in fifteen minutes," Vivia proposed, before taking another step into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

As if to drive home her proposal, she proceeded to pull the towel off her body, and draped it over the sink as she walked into the shower compartment.

"W-well... all right I guess that is a good idea." I had to agree, I just couldn't NOT agree to that proposal, eying her beautiful curves as she entered shower I swallowed before pulling off my own towel before closin and locking the door to the bathroom, like you always should, and thanked god my manhood was only semi erect. I turn on the shower, and shiver at the cold water over my hot body and turn to change the heat of the water so something more preferable.

Vivia turned to face Mr Blake now, acting as nonchalantly as she could. This was just the beginning of a long seduction, and this was going to be nothing more than just a sharing of the showers. And perhaps, a little back-rubbing as well.

Vivia poured a generous amount of soap on her palms, and then began to spread it out and work it to a lather.

"Well, Mr Blake, turn around so that I can soap your back off. I'll let you do mine later," she said as she held out her soap-covered hands.

*bump*

Almost choking on my tongue I swallow hard and try to keep my cock from doing a sharp salute into the air and turn around, speaking up in a neutral manner, I had gotten some control being a good porno photograph. "Of course, no need to go easy on my back, I have pretty tense muscles most of the time." I feel her sharp nailed fingers knead my muscles like dough, she's not strong but she's good with her hands and it's hard to keep my cock from rising up, waving its slick meaty self in delight.

Vivia ran her hands over his back, silently admiring his toned and not overly muscular form. She detested overly beefy men, and it was usually a good indication of a lack of intellect. True, she was generalising, but she didn't really care.

What she did care about, was after her methodical manner of rubbing his back, she was now faced with the conundrum. Should she continued with his front? After all, she knew what could potentially lie in wait for her.

Vivia stopped herself, knowing that her little seduction would be incomplete without a huge dose of patience. Instead of dropping to her knees immediately to worship his manhood (she had heard rumours that he was huge), she decided to play a little hard-to-get.

"It's your turn to do mine," Vivia said, as she turned around, her back facing him.

Taking a deep breathe I turned around and see her beautiful shape in front of me, not wanting to appear cowardly I taking my hand and press them against her fine back and with slow, hard and rough movements of my pams and fingers scrubbed her beautiful back clean. Sliding my hands up over her spine to her neck I let my fingers massage her shoulders before sliding down her arms, and then up, up an ddwonm strocking her beautiful ski nfrom shoulders to fingers.

I stand behind her, my hot breathe pressing against her back, but I keep a distance away as to keep my cock from pressing or even poking against her smooth skin, them my hand reached up to her shoulders again and I began to make slow, rough and hard circles in her back, going lower with each movement, playing over her spine like it was a precious ase being cleaned.

Soon enough I reached a dangerous zone, her beautiful rear, taking in my courage I let my hands slide over her firm buttocks and begin to scrub them as well, my strong fingers pulling them with each circling movement, spreading her buttocks, pressing them together, over and over in slow motions, I saw her rosebud more then one time. And then I slide my hands down her smooth legs, my head right behind her beautiful ass, my breathe playing against her chocolate skin and I have to force myself from licking her to see what she tasted like. My hands moving over her legs, front and rear, dangerously close to her pussy as I stroked her thighs, but not even touching the lips, as if play with her.

Soon I reached her feet and there I had a hard time not pressing my face into her rear's beauitul cleavage and lick her smooth skin like it was the msot delicious lolipop, my breathe moving agaisnt her smotoh and moist skin as the water fell down upon us, my finger finishing with her hands as i pulled back and went ouf ot the shower whiel statign with a strained voice. "I have to use the bathroom." While it was true it was not for peeing, I was mad with desire for her and I needed release before Id di something stupid, going into the soundproof toilet int he bathroom, somethig I was glad for installing, I jerked off my cock while aiming for the toilet, and while fantasying of her body pressed againstm y, my lips tasting her while our hips joined, I felt release like no other and my toilet was filled with plenty of cum, I was almost afraid it wouldn't go down the drains.

Cleaning myself up, a bit more calm down, I move out of the bathroo mafter cleaning my hands and take a towel to scrub myself off with, momentarily forgetting that she was in there with me as well, my naked body just as nude to her as she had been for me, except that this time, my cock was not hidden by my back.

Vivia smiled as she noted his slightly deflated erection. She knew full well that the effect she had on him could not possibly be worked away just by relieving his bladder. But as she took a few more glances at his cock - taking care not to stare - she knew that she wanted to draw him in further. She wanted him to lose control of himself.

Shutting off the water, she took her time in drying herself, before finally wrapping the large towel around her luscious body. She could almost sense his disappointment, her nudity finally removed from his heightened visual senses.

"I will be down for the meal once I get dressed," Vivia added, before heading back up to her guest room.

I felt a bit embarassed that she had seen my cock, but I didn't feel so shy anymore, it was a working progress, a new beautiful girl cameh ere to get photographed. sometimes I get shy and cannot even do my work without blushing, but after a few hours I get used to it. But for some reason I not only got used to my beautiful black goddess, but I desired to worship her body like it was a sacred temple, and my seed the sacrifices.

Clearing my mind of those thoughts I put on some new clothes my sister had put on a chair by the door, she was like a ghost sometimes with her maid skills, and went out of the shower dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black socks. Moving into the kitchen I put down deep plates, spoons, forks, knives, salad, the big bowl of glass I filled with the pasta and the big pot with the bolognese sauce in it. Thinking for a moment I wondered what she would like to drink, moving towards my wine cellar I open it up and move down, and look through the bottles, red wine would fit the best, preferable soemthing fitting for cow meat... hmmm... choices, choices...

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Vivia walked down the stairs slowly, the clicking of her heels ringing through the hallway. She was certain that this would be a step in the right direction towards her seduction of the famous Mr Blake.

I had finally decided for a 1953 Australlian Red Wine, havin g the cork ready to pull out as she came down the stairs, as I heard the footsteps, I spoke up as I pulled on the tight cork. "Have a seat Vivia, I am havign a struggle with this cork here, just wait a- eeeeeeeh....." Okay losing my abilit to speak was becomign a habit around the woman, damn she looked gorgous, was she even wearing a bra? I couldn't se any claps of trace of silk in the leather hugged cleavage. As I stared at her the cork flew out of the bottle with a blow, and landed in her cleavage, the corckscrew dang looking like a snug bastard as it rested between her mounds. "Err sorry about that, have a seat." Taking the wine I tried to stop my rasing heart and my desire to pull out a camera and put on my photograph personal and ask her to lean against the table and spread her legs to show off her sexuality. Pouring the wine into our glasses I sit down on my side of the table, and tried to not stare, well not openly, at her beautiful self.