Black Cock Factory 1: Danielle

My name is Danielle, and this is the story of how four years ago when I was 19 was drugged and raped over and over by sixty black men against my will one terrible fateful night that was repeated daily. It’s a story of being young, stupid, and naïve. Of not listening to caution and not adhering to the caring warnings of those around me. It’s also a story of how at 23 years old; I’m now the biggest black cock slut this side of the Mississippi River.

I’ve always been a pretty girl, short at 5’5”, 123 pounds with long flowing strawberry blonde hair. My full lips dark blue eyes and long eyelashes as well as my alabaster white skin were great attributes to have, but my long legs and sizable breasts were always what got me noticed by the boys. I could never blame the boys for staring though, my breasts are 36DD’s and I always wore some type of short skirt to school showcasing my shapely legs. Because of those good looks, all through high school I was afforded many dates from many different boys. But by the time I was 19, I’d still only had sex with one boyfriend. His name was Barry.

Barry and I were together for about fourteen months when I was 17 and 18, and we only had sex about four different times during that time. It was always nothing special or out of the ordinary. Basically missionary and it lasted each time about two to three minutes. So I guess you could say that by the time I was 19 I was still a sexual novice. Barry and I broke up when I had decided to skip college and stay in California to begin my modeling career, while he went east to attend Trenton. Little did I know what a mistake that my decisions to stay home would turn out to be.

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It was about 1pm on a Saturday afternoon. I had a 1:30pm appointment to meet Mr. Richardson of BMA: Brothers Modeling Agency located in one of the more seedier parts of LA. This was to be my fifth different modeling interview and it was with the fifth different modeling agency. When I told my friends where this one was located, they all cautioned me about going. Even my own Mother was worried and told me that I shouldn’t go alone, that I should take one of my friends. Naively, I ignored them all. I thought to myself ‘I’m a big girl now’. Maybe I should have listened. My life would be a whole lot different if I had.

After parking my car in a parking lot adjacent to a building with a sign on a corner door that read BMA, I walked to my destination. As I had in my previous four interviews, I wore a plain black business blouse and skirt combo that was both a little provocative, and a little conservative. It was perfect because it made me look both smart and sexy at the same time. I rounded the ensemble out with my sexiest black high heels. I was carrying a small black attaché case that had a portfolio full of different posed pictures of myself, along with a few different bathing suits if they had decided to have me change.

When I opened the outside door to the building, there was a long staircase inside that brought me up to another door with the same BMA initials. I entered that door and walked over to the receptionist. She was an older woman, black, in her 50’s.

Receptionist: “Can I help you child?”

“You sure can.” I exclaimed. “I have a 1:30pm appointment.”

The woman looked down at her scheduling book and after a few moments looked up and said, “You are Danielle?”

“Yes I am.” I smiled.

“Ok, you can have a seat over there with the others Hun. Mr. Richardson will be right with you.”

As I took my seat I noticed 2 other girls sitting there. The first one was a tall dark-haired beauty that was dressed in a short red mini skirt with a white half t-shirt. She was filing her nails and chewing gum rather obnoxiously. The other was a short longhaired blonde who was wearing a yellow knee length sundress. Both were very beautiful but sitting together they looked as different as night and day. The tall girl seemed very experienced in this sort of thing. She seemed confident and relaxed. The shorter girl though was very nervous and fidgety. As I sat down, She was the first one to speak to me.

”Hi. I’m Melody. Is this your first time too?” the smaller girl asked.

“I’m Danielle. Yes and no. I’ve been to a few interviews but I haven’t gotten any jobs yet.”

“Well this is my first anything. I’m so nervous.” Melody exclaimed.

“You two are nothing but newbies. I bet I get this job hands down. You’d might as well both go home.” Said the tall girl.

“Be nice Becky. I’m sure Mr. Richardson can use all three of you girls. The receptionist said with a smile.

Just then the office door opened up and a tall thin black man in a three-piece business suit appeared holding a clipboard in his hands. “Danielle?” he called out to the room.

”Right here sir.” I said, rising out of my chair and picking up my attaché case.

“Right this way girl. And you can cut out that ‘Sir’ stuff. You can call me Carl.”

“Good luck Danielle!” Melody said as I followed Mr.