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Black Canary sat in her apartment, the canvas before her set in a landscape position. She held her hand palette covered in smeared globs of paint in her left hand and her well-used brush with her right. She wore a tight, red scarlet robe and by her side on the coffee table was a glass of red wine that, occasionally, she'd put her brush down, and take a sip.
"…How long did you say this was going to take?" asked her model as she ignored him for the most part, took a sip of her wine, and continued.
"As long as it's going to take."
He sighed, "…Probably not worth the fifty bucks then."
"Shut up Sam you weren't doing much else today."
'Sam' was her downstairs neighbor, and it wasn't exactly his real name. Just what she called him. 'Samson' was his stripper name… he worked as one part time, and as a professional bodybuilder for the other part. He was tall, completely hairless with skin so dark it was almost a coal color, powerful shoulders and muscles, he was like some sort of… incredible hulk… or something.
He was also lying on her couch currently naked with a blue towel draped over his hip and between his legs… but she wasn't using blue for that she was using gold on her painting. Painting was something of a relaxing hobby and she was bored with fruits, or the Gotham skyline from her apartment window. She wanted to paint a model, a nude model, for one and Samson was off today. Not to mention easy to convince to take his clothes off for cheap.
"What are you going to do with it when you're done?"
"Am I paying you fifty bucks to talk?" she asked, still painting, still focused.
"You're paying me to lie here, and not move. In fact." He added sagely, "You didn't say I can't talk."
She tapped the golden paint on her palette and looked away from her painting to eye him with her pretty blue eyes sternly. Not only to get another view of him on her couch to paint, but to give him a look. "…I don't know. Give it to you? Take it to whatever club you're working, sell it to your fans. I don't really care."
"Hmn" he replied, but remained motionless as was instructed.
"Stop whining. I'm almost done." She replied flalty as he smirked.
"Well… I can't say that when you offered me fifty bucks to get naked, 'painting' wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"Don't flatter yourself Sam." She replied, "I don't fuck every guy with a pornstar dick just because they have one…" she suddenly glared at him as he opened his mouth, "And I'm NOT a 'big black cock' blonde, I will paint YOU…" she threatened him by wagging her brush.
"…You just seem like the type…" he said lazily as she rolled her eyes.
"Stereotyping bullshit." Black Canary replied as he hummed softly. "Just because I'm blonde. Got big tits, and a bubble ass. That doesn't mean I'll suck every black dick that get's slapped into my 'bimbo' face… I KNOW bimbos and they're not like that." she pointed her brush again warningly at him. "And if you call me a FUCKING bimbo Sam, I'll get my good stuff and paint you green so they'll call you 'shrek' for a week NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU SCRUB."
He finally moved raising his hands defensively. "Whatever you say." He replied calmly.
"People think I'm a 'dumb blonde' to. Right up until I punch them in the balls." She added, dashing her brush across the canvas. Placing it down, and drinking the rest of the wine quickly like a pro-drinker. "Done." She declared, before turning the painting easel around.
Samson eyed his likeness with some amazement, it was a VERY good picture. "…Damn, maybe I will take that to the club and auction it."
"Good. Fifty bucks as agreed. She said, pulling the fifty dollar bill from her robe's belt. As Samson sat up, his big black stripper dick hanging free from the draped towel as he took it.
"I can have that too?" he asked gesturing to the painting as she stood up.
"Sure… if you earn it." she replied pulling open the robe and revealing her pure naked body to him. Her ridiculous curves, her perfect measurements body, her big tits, bubble ass, slender waist. He eyed her awed for a minute.
"…What happened to I'm not a 'big black cock blonde'?" he asked with a rather knowing smile. He knew she looked good but not THIS good.
"I'm drunk and horny, and yours is the closet. Do you want to fuck me or not?" she asked sultrily. Still offering her body by holding that robe open sexily… and he can't say that wasn't getting him going.
An hour later.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" she writhed in a standing full nelson as Samson's massive meat rammed up into her body. "Ugh! AHHG!! FUCK!! ME! WITH! THAT! COCK!!" she gasped, shaking in orgasm as Samson put his muscles to work. He had plowed her amazing body all over the apartment, his hairless balls slapping repeatedly against her ass as he eventually picked her up into said sexy wrestling hold and carried her all the way to her room.
"Tightest! Pussy! I've! Ever! Had!" he snarled, not for the first time that day as she shrieked her orgasm.
"HAaaa-HAAAHHGH!!!"
WHAM.
He slammed her face first onto the bed as her body shuddered, shaking in pleasure as he slipped his arms from behind her head, her legs flopped over the edge of the bed as she clawed her sheets only for him to smack her bubble ass cheeks and grab her hips. "Ugh! Ugh! Fuck! You! GOOD!" he grunted, SLAMMING into her as she yelped, squealed, and tightened around him. He slammed his hands onto her shoulders and railed into her body. "Ugh! Ugh! Gonna nut!" he grabbed her silky blonde locks as she shrieked another orgasm and felt his thick seed rush inside her body. "NNGH!!!"
"FUCK ME!!!" she yelled with a raspy gasp and a rolling of her pretty blue eyes as he tugged her hair, falling onto her body and still thrusting his thick, quickly limping meat into her pussy. "NNNgh…" he lied on her long after his cock stopped fire hosing her insides, her pussy oozing his cum as he slipped out of her with a wet satisfying pop.
"You a 'big black cock blonde' girl now?" he asked with a slight laugh.
"…Would it surprise you to know I've had bigger?" she replied calmly as he coughed slightly at the response.
"…Yeah actually."
"That's why I'm not a 'big black cock girl'…" she replied, carefully pushing her sweaty, well fucked body up on the bed and rolling on her back, her legs shaking. "…I've had all kinds of dick, and the biggest ones sometimes aren't the ones that make me cum…" she added, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Depends on how drunk I am… but usually big dicks cum too quick, or cum too slow for my liking." She shrugged, "Sometimes a regular-sized joe is what a girl needs…"
"…Hang on, that motion of the ocean shit is true?" he asked as she gestured to her bathroom, offering it to him.
"…Is for me." Black Canary replied honestly with a shrug. As he took her bathroom offer, "Wash quick and get going… I want to take a nap." As her body trembled and her pussy continued to ooze his loads. He's shot more than one into her.
"Sure sure… you let me know if you want me to model again, Jenny…" he stuck his head through the doorway. "Fifty bucks plus pussy was definitely worth it." she glared at him.
"…I'm not going to drink next time." Jenny said firmly as he sighed sadly.
"…Damn."
End
Jenny is definitely a 'fuck me drunk' kinda girl, the more she gets in her the harder the fuck she wants... but since she's usually driving on the job she can't really be at 100% you know? Orders insist on responsible drivers.
It might be the fact that I've based my Jenny on THEpit's Jenny Summers but there is just something about manhandling and stuffing her with massive black dicks that really get me going... I'm not even a 'blacks on blondes' kinda guy. I just like stuffing her with stereotypical black dick...