Note. This is a short story for writers, in honor of my tenth anniversary as a writer (i'm 1.5 years late). The authors are invited to write their native lashes adventures of miss teen usa contestants who were present at the contest at the nubian king club in atlantic city. They are as long or short as the author likes. See rules after article.
August 2004
“The o'malley factor is on. Hello, i'm bill o'malley, and finally today's tunes for dialogue. Will the miss universe organization be a racist organization? First, a little background. In november 2003, our friend, the late daniel trump, gave the title to the miss universe organization to solomon king of king enterprises. King also won the trump spire casino from trump. Rumor has it that both of them won this game with incredible stakes. Solomon king immediately turned the playgrounds into an african themed resort and the lineup is now set to host the miss teen usa 2004 contest. Virtually all who support black causes. Indeed, his holdings in the early stages only scattered on african american men. The miss teen states pageant has always focused on children's charities, but now it's almost exclusively focused on homes in the early stages of king's, and it's not uncommon for the contestant's people to work with black male youth. Now there is nothing to be ashamed of in such charities, our miss universe pageant belongs to everyone, but not only african americans.
“Here are some more facts. King enterprises focuses on black-owned organizations, and whenever he adds a business to a growing personal empire, he replaces management and staff with black employees. King enterprises discriminates against whites. I repeat. King enterprises is racially discriminatory.”
Today i received the list of judges for the miss teen usa contest the other day, and now they are. Victoria goodhead, ceo of hidden closet. Has she ever dated solomon king and king owns a majority stake in her company. Indeed, it was king's influence that made the hidden closet enter the market with busts and much messier underwear. Followed by marcus black, president of black's gym and friend of king. Then there is tracey lovelace-hardcastle, the beloved romance writer who writes under the name lacey lovelorn, is now published by king, and any of her recent romances are with white women with dark people, and are now classified as erotica, but not romance. Under such circumstances, there is nikki holden, the sister of paris holden of the infamous pay-per-interest scandal with blackchelor videos and photos a couple of months ago. Blackchelor is produced by e&i enterprises, and while we can't find any connection to solomon king, it's a company dedicated to interracial pornography. And finally, the last judge is reverend al sharppear, who is our guest today.”
“Is the reverend solomon king a fanatic?”
” Of course no, bill. He married a white woman two months ago."
"A $3 billion white woman."
"Bill, i married them and i can assure you they are very fond of. I'll even give you a scoop. Solomon and ivara trump-king are expecting their first child.
“Well, next time you talk to mr. King, give him my congratulations. Reverend, don't you think there's something strange about all this?
“Not at all. Solomon king is a great man. If he is guilty of anything, it is that he gives work to his friends and supporters. He knows he can trust people.”
“Ex-girlfriends, for example?”
“He dated a lot of women, bill. It's not a crime.”
“All white women. Now why does someone who is such a black activist only date white women?"
"You should ask him about it and i think it's a testament to his greatness that so a lot of these women are still his friends or colleagues, like victoria goodhead."
"He didn't date nikki holden, did he?"
" Not that i know.
“Did you know that nikki holden just married her sister's husband in a secret ceremony on trinibogo island? You married paris holden and mustafa, right?"
"Yes, but i don't know of any weird polygamous marriages. Although trinibogo has its own laws.
“There is also a rumor that the entire holden hotel empire is being handed over to king enterprises.”
“ Bill, respectable journalists shouldn't be involved in rumors."
“Like how you met with african-american pastors to start a separate african church?”
Reverend sharpspear frowned. “These rumors are unfounded. We met to discuss religious matters, that's all.”
“Last question, reverend. Will you tell me your secret?
Al sharpspear smiled. "You've been asking me this for two years now."
"Well, you've lost weight, you've got huge muscles, and you look thirty years younger.
“A clean lifestyle and faith in god is my secret.”
“Thanks as always, reverend. You're a real guy.”
Bethany dutton got off the bus and looked up at the big black spire of the nubian king casino, which looked like a giant black penis to the world.
“You should be happy here, idaho,” one of the other members on the bus called out.
Bethany blushed. Her sister ann was miss idaho teen in 1999 but lost her crown for failing to fulfill her duties and was replaced by lara sadler. The truth was that ann was involved in the adult film industry, as lara sadler and even some of the other teen idaho contestants later did. Still later, lara apparently persuaded several dozen miss teen usa contestants to enter porn. The competition has only now recovered from the scandals. Bethany stared up at the black spire. All the porn the contestants were in was interracial.
"Keep moving," marsha dutton said from behind her.
"Yes mom." Bethany stepped forward to where the other members and their entourage were gathering. There were fifty-one contestants in total, but many had already arrived. The bus bethany and her mother were on carried twelve other teenage girls. Marsha's eyes narrowed as she saw daniel trump's beautiful blonde daughter waiting in the lobby. Rich bitch married a black man. Marsha's eye twitched.
"Welcome, i'm ivara king. You are from idaho, right? At the request of your companion, you have a common room. Here are two keycards for room 902 and an itinerary for activities related to the contest. Rehearsals start tomorrow morning at 9:00 am, and there will be an introductory breakfast at 8:00 am.
"Thank you, mrs. King," marsha said.
" Thank you,” bethany said, fighting a sigh. She hoped for a room with other contestants who hoped to make friends, but after the incident with ann, her mother became a control freak.
“Let's leave our things in the room,” marsha said.
Bethany followed her mom across the lobby. African tribal relics were reflected in glass cases throughout the foyer. Masha's gaze was focused straight ahead, but bethany looked at the artifacts with interest. Many of them were masks, drums or spears, but there were also sculptures of black men, and they all had huge phalluses. One of them stood out, and beth quickly read the label. The statue was a black man with a penis half the size of the statue itself. The penis stood straight and angled upwards. The idol was legba, the african trickster deity.
The elevators were next to the casino, and the noise of the machines overwhelmed bethany's feelings. She watched her mother turn up her nose at the sight. Marsha did not like gambling and did not even play the state lottery. The noise disappeared as the soundproof elevator doors closed.
They went up nine floors and headed to their room. Masha unlocked the door and opened it. The room was separated by a wall and her mother could sleep in one part while she slept in the other. Bethany came in and her jaw dropped. "Oh my god! It's so big!"
Marsha smiled at her daughter. "Of course it's big, dear. It seems like it's going to go on forever, doesn't it?"
"I never thought it would be this big and darker than i expected."
Marsha followed bethany to the balcony and looked out over the ocean, she'd seen it before, but the sight was new to her daughter. "The farther south the bluer. We can go down to the beach if you like, or walk along the promenade." Down the beach the view to the right and left was not spectacular as it was blocked by other tall buildings and the casino the view from the "nubian king" was spectacular the beach was crowded and many of them appeared to be teenage girls in bikinis probably bethany could see several sailboats, several jet skis, and a plane pulling a banner announcing special drinks at a local bar as it flew north along the beach. "Let's freshen up and play tourist," bethany said excitedly. For the first time, she understood her sister's desire to leave idaho. It was a completely different world there.
After an early dinner and a walk along the promenade and the beach, the duttons returned to their room. Marsha called to contact her husband edgar while bethany read the contest route.The real competition will take place in a little more than a week, on saturday evening. The time in between will be spent practicing dance routines, visiting make-up consultants, trying on dresses and bikinis. There were also many interviews and press briefings. Despite having so many things to do, bethany was surprised at the amount of free time she would have.
Bethany looked up as her mother hung up. She was surprised to see her mother change her outfits. Marsha now wore a knee-length blue skirt and white sleeveless top.
Marsha dutton was stunning at 46. The former miss teen idaho 1977 kept herself in fantastic shape. Marsha had great legs and the skin under her armpits did not hang down. Her stomach was flat and showed no signs of having two daughters. She could have pulled off a small bikini, but she wasn't keen on showing too much skin in public. She wore a one-piece suit while swimming. Bethany saw sexy lingerie in her mother's laundry, but it disappeared after her father's stroke. Dutton women were famous for their lean figures and large breasts, and both ann and bethany had cc breasts that bordered on dd and looked larger on their skinny figures, but age and childbirth brought marsha's breasts closer to ee. All three women from dutton had long, curly brown hair, but a few silver streaks stood out from marsha's chestnut locks. Bethany was also surprised to see what appeared to be a hint of makeup on her mom's face. “How are you, mom?”
“Father says hello and wishes you good luck,” said masha, fidgeting and refusing to look her daughter in the eye.
“ Why are you so dressed up?”
“I thought i might go down to the living room and have a drink. I didn't think it was really preening."
"But mom, you don't drink."
"Yes, honey, just not often. I'm just never alone. I've raised you for most of my life, and i've spent the last few years taking care of your father. I hope you understand."
"Of course, mom, enjoy." Bethany noticed that her mother didn't mention ann's upbringing. Marsha had never mentioned ann since she received photos of ann with black men in the mail. “I think i might go see if the other girls are doing anything.”
“You won't do anything like that, young lady. You will not leave this room. The more sleep you get on this trip, the better. Let's start tomorrow feeling fresh and i want you to be on your toes. I'll be right back." Masha turned and grabbed a card key from the dresser. Bethany watched as her mom stuffed the second card key into her purse so that bethany couldn't get back into the room if she slipped away. She knew what her mom meant, speaking of loneliness. For the past five years, marsha has been protective of her daughter. "I'll be right back." Masha turned and walked away. "The crescent moon rose above the water, and it was beautiful. It hadn't even been ten minutes since her mother had left when the doorbell rang. Bethany frowned and walked over to him. There was a brown-haired woman on the other side, but bethany couldn't make out who it was. She felt some excitement as she opened the door. Maybe it was another contestant who wanted to be friends with her? Beth opened the door, but the woman on the other side was not a teenager, she was in her early twenties. She was beth's height and looked like both beth and marsha. Bethany's mouth dropped open.
"Hi, beth," her sister ann said.
Marsha swallowed nervously as she rode the elevator down. She couldn't believe she was going through this. It wasn't who she was. I am a wife and mother, she thought to herself. I taught. I go to church and parent meetings. She thought about turning around and going back to her room. Masha actually pressed button 9 when the elevator opened in the lobby and she took it back to her floor, but then she pressed the lobby again and got out this time. The noise of slot machines filled her ears, but she wasn't here to play.
Marsha dutton wanted to sleep.
Marsha dutton wanted a big hard cock between her legs are bigger than anything else in the world at that moment, except that her daughter won the miss teen usa pageant. Marsha hasn't had sex in five years since her husband had a stroke after seeing photos of his whore daughter with black men hanging. He mostly recovered from the stroke, aside from a lisp and some problems with his left arm, but he hasn't had an erection since. They have been married for 25 years and, with the exception of the last five, have made love every weekend and usually once or twice a week. She loved having edgar's penis in her, and if her middle-aged vagina didn't dry out and shrink from neglect, she wanted another penis in it.
Marsha circled the casino, frowning when she caught a glimpse of the waitresses with cocktails.The women wore leopard, cheetah or brindle bikini tops with loincloths that made them look like tarzan women. She knew casino waitresses wore revealing outfits, but that was just ridiculous. She entered a small bar called the nairobi lounge. It was designed like an african safari lodge. The bar stools appear to have been made from bamboo. Animal heads hung on the wall, although they were clearly fakes, as one was a triceratops and the other a white man dressed as a victorian explorer, wearing a pith helmet, monocle in his eye, and a mutton chop mustache. Tribal relics such as headdresses, spears, and shields were set up here and there.
Marsha's eyes scanned the small crowd. She hoped to find a young man who would be all alone or with a group of young people. My god, she thought, i've become... What is it called? I became a cougar. Her eyes fell on one man who was examining her. He was not young and attractive, but ten years older than her. The man looked even rude, and https://pornleaked.net/tags/tinyyyk/ there were tattoos on his large arms. He smiled and nodded in her direction. Masha quickly averted her gaze, her gaze flickering over what appeared to be a black child as she scanned the rest of the crowd. No young people. The only male concerned was a stern older man. Why not? Her eyes returned to his, his eyes met hers. She smiled slightly and walked towards the bar.
Is this seat taken? The man asked before her bottom hit the soft seat of the stool.
"No," she replied. "Help yourself." Masha was a little embarrassed. The man who spoke to her was a black child, only he wasn't a child. It was a dwarf. Of course it made sense, the kid wouldn't be at the bar. The dwarf had dark black skin and looked like half of solomon king, with a goatee and a shaved head. He didn't have any deformities associated with dwarfism other than a small hump on his back.
He looked at her and checked her breasts before turning to the bartender. “I brought her a drink, yousef.”
“Of course, mr. Nibelung,” said yousef, the bartender. He had a strong african accent, in keeping with the theme of the living room. Like most blacks who work in the casino, he was a muscular giant.
– No need, mr. Nibelung, marsha replied.
"Lester" , he replied, holding out his hand.
"Marsha dutton." She didn't want to touch his black hand, but she shook it anyway, surprised at the strength of his grip. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and had more muscle in his arms than most real people.
"It's my pleasure to buy you a drink, marsha."
"Well, thank you." Was she really being molested by a black dwarf? How arrogant must it be to think he had a chance with her? How could she brush him off without hurting his feelings? Did she care if she hurt his feelings? Yousef set a gin and tonic in front of her. Marsha smiled. She didn't take off her wedding ring. Masha took the glass with her unnamed hand and tried to hold it out long enough for lester to notice. Instead, he slammed the bottle of beer against her glass. “Greetings,” she said with a sigh. Her ring couldn't hold the little man.
"Hurrah." He winked at her. “What are you doing, masha?”
“I am a housewife, but i used to teach. I also manage my daughter who came to the competition. And you, lester?”
“I act in films.”
“Really! Did i see anything?"
Lester smiled and thought, "not unless you're into interracial porn, mrs. Dutton." Then he spoke aloud. “Have you seen pygmy? She shook her head. "I played pygmy."
"Maybe i'll rent it when i get home." Marsha suggested that his roles were typical of gnomes playing trolls, little aliens, etc.
A man walked up beside her. "Reserve bartender," he called out. "Hello beautiful. Would you like to dance?”
He was a rough man with a smirk on his face that actually made him a little handsome. He also looked a little smug, as if he knew he was playing the hero saving her from the dwarf. “Of course,” she replied. “I'm sorry, lester.”
Lester nodded and didn't seem to be upset at all. He held out two fingers to yousef and pointed to marsha's drink and the man's empty beer. Yusef nodded. He had already added xcite to the woman's first drink. He added another shot to her second drink and poured a few drops into the man's beer.
Masha danced slowly with doug, who didn't look as bad as she initially thought. He was widowed, retired and loved to travel by motorcycle. He looked like someone who drives a big harley. Only slow music was playing in the living room, so they danced closely. It was nice to be in his strong hands. Masha felt him pressed against her stomach as they danced.The bulge moved and she felt her panties get wet. Maybe her old vagina wasn't dry after all? She became aroused every minute. She pressed herself against the bulge.
– Want to get out of here? He whispered.
Marsha hesitated for a few seconds. “Yes,” she whispered back.
Marsha and doug returned to lester. "Well, i'd better