Gisele's Story

Author's note: This is an interracial porn story. There's a plot, but not an overly complex one. If you aren't a fan of white girl/black guy(s), then it may be a good idea if you read something else, maybe in a different category.

This story takes place right as my other story, Ashley's Story, was ending (in the month of May).

All characters are over 18, fictional, and were written for entertainment purposes.

Gisele's Story

Chapter 1

It was done. I was finished. College was over! I was so happy to graduate, to be done with all the studying, work, and stress. I was sitting next to Ian on the couch, snuggling tightly, with a man I loved - or thought I loved. A man I wished loved me in return, but sadly, I felt he didn't and never would. It was bittersweet too. Ian was leaving for the summer to work on an oil rig right around the time I would start my internship.

"Elite Magazine eh?" he asked.

"Yep. This internship could turn into a job there," I said, hoping for the best with the Atlanta-based magazine publisher.

Ian put his arm around me, "Good. This sounds like a great opportunity for you."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, feeling fortunate to land this internship, wanting to prove my worth.

"Maybe you'll meet a nice guy," he said. I hated when he suggested that. I only wanted him, but was too afraid to tell him. I've wanted him since I began liking boys.

I shrugged, "Maybe." I sat up, looking in his blue eyes, short blonde hair. "What about you? You going meet anyone?"

"Maybe," He shrugged. "Maybe for the summer. I'm sure New Orleans has a nice selection of ladies," he chuckled. He was leaving for New Orleans in a few days to work on the oil rig in the Gulf - mainly checking to see if things were up to code and there'd be no more mistakes and oil spills.

"You could have any woman you want," I told him.

"Ha, yeah right. Who knows," He pulled me in for another hug. "Do enjoy your summer and internship while I'm gone. If you land a job there, you're more than welcome to keep living here. You'd save money too."

"I'd love that. I really appreciate you letting me stay here while I was in school. It's helped a lot. My dad is thankful too," I told him.

"Glad to help! Now, let's head out to dinner to celebrate," Ian stood, extending his hand to me.

As much as I wanted a lovely dinner-date, ending with a night of love making to the man I loved, I knew it wouldn't happen - it would never happen with Ian. I pushed my sadness aside and enjoyed every second with him before he left

*****

A week before Ian left, I was getting a few groceries. At the store, on the isle containing magazines, I picked up the newest issue of Elite Magazine. I've seen one before, I heavily researched the website, I was familiar.

I flipped through it and sure enough, each and every article, whether they were about cars, music, movies, even the advertisements, had a black male model posing with a white woman. I thought it was a coincidence. I got to the fitness section of the magazine. Hugely muscular black males were in each photo of the article - with them a toned, sexy, smiling white woman. Her hand would be on his six pack abs, or she'd be kneeling in front of him, or his hand would be on her fairly large and muscular butt. I shook my head, shrugging, putting the magazine back on the rack to continue my grocery shopping.

That night, after making dinner for Ian, like I did every night he was home, I mentioned looking through a copy of the magazine at the store; joking I might be the only white girl there.

"Hope I don't come across too dorky," I joked.

"Ha! They may get you to pose in the magazine. Or better yet, meet a nice black man and date him. I'm sure your father would hate that!" Ian joked.

He was right, my dad would hate it if I was dating a black man. But there was one thing my father would hate even more.

"Shut up!" I playfully said, swatting at his shoulder. I grabbed the dishes, cleaning them like usual.

We spent the next few days together, just hanging out, I lost count of how many times I wanted to grab and kiss him.

Dropping him off at the airport, I tearfully said goodbye. He said he'd let me know when he landed.

Arriving at his home, I called my mother, saying hello, cleaned things up a bit, and picked out some clothes for the start of my internship the next day.

Stepping out of the shower the next morning, I let the towel drop, passing in front of the mirror. I stopped myself, doing a double take at my naked body. I was 5'9", a fairly athletic looking hourglass figure, long blonde hair. I grabbed my decent sized breasts, they weren't super huge, but were certainly a handful. Turning around I looked at my ass, "Not bad," I thought.

The image of a dark skin hand resting at the rise of my butt cheeks flashed in the mirror. It was similar to how some of the women posed in the magazine I looked through. I giggled and shook my head, while changing into my modest, work-appropriate dress.

Chapter 2

I was greeted that morning by two women: a tall blonde, maybe late 30s named Devin, and an even taller Latina woman named Fernanda. Both women were wearing sexy, tight cocktail dresses, showing off their legs, their curves, their cleavage - these were dresses I'd expect to see women wear at a nightclub, not to a workplace.

Both women were very polite. Fernanda seemed friendlier of the two, smiling more, not as serious and as down-to-business like Devin was.

They led me through the various offices and cubicles to a small conference room. Looking around I noticed the employees were all women. I found it curious that they were all white as well. I guess I wasn't going to be the only one there.

Fernanda, most likely of Latin American decent, was the only non-white woman there. I also discovered I was very overdressed! Of all the employees I saw on my way to the conference room, they were all wearing similar short dresses.

We walked by a small photo studio. I saw two blonde women with very large, muscular butts, wearing thongs, with a black man kneeling in between them. He was grinning smugly at the camera, his hands on each of their ass cheeks, just barely pulling them apart. A petite red head photographer was in front of the models a few feet away, taking their pictures.

"Have a seat," Devin smiled, gesturing to the conference table. I sat across from her and Fernanda.

Devin did most of the talking. She informed me I'd be working under her in the marketing department for June. In July I'd be working under Rob in talent relations, finally, in August I'd be working primarily under Fernanda in project management. Fernanda chimed in, saying that I'd be doing some traveling to Miami were she was based, to assist with various projects there. It all sounded very exciting. This would be experience outside of just marketing - which is what I got my degree in. I knew a broad range of skills may look enticing to employers. Hopefully, I would do a good enough job that Elite Magazine would hire me when my internship ended in August.

After another brief tour of the floor I'd be working on, Devin led me to my cubicle.

"Hi Jennifer," Devin said to the red head photographer from earlier. I nodded to her, walking pass her, following Devin to my cube.

"And here we are," Devin said. It was a small, temporary cube, employees from out of town used, but it was close to Devin's office. She went over some paper work with me and told me she'd come get me in an hour or so.

I sat, looking through the various forms I had to sign. I heard Devin run into Jennifer again about eight feet away.

"Hi again. The shoot go good?" Devin asked Jennifer.

"Very," she replied. "Jenna and Alexis always love working with Rodney."

"I don't blame them. Where are they now?" Devin asked.

"Oh, they're in the break room, getting out their frustrations - if you know what I mean," I heard Jennifer explain. "They were practically seducing him during the shoot."

My mouth dropped as I listened. "Oh really?" Devin asked. "You're joining in on the fun?"

"Nah. I have to do some touch ups on the photos before I head home. Besides, I'm still sore from the fucking Rodney gave me this morning," Jennifer answered.

I heard Devin reply, "Heh, yes he's quite a brute. I think I'll pay them a visit and join in though."

They parted ways, Jennifer sitting in the cube next to mine. I was trying to forget the little conversation I overheard, busily going about my paperwork. I don't think Jennifer knew I was in the cube next to hers, the walls were at least six feet tall.

I was almost done with the last form, still replaying the conversation in my head, when I heard Jennifer's phone vibrate.

"Hey there. How are you?" she said into the phone. "Awww, sorry to hear that. You still coming over tonight? I'll take care of you."

Take care of you? I wondered who she was talking to. I heard her moan into the phone. "Mmmm, yes I'd love to have that black dick inside me."

Jennifer wasn't even trying to be quiet; she wasn't whispering or trying to hide her conversation. "Yes. I love it when you do that. It's been awhile, TJ. When will you be over? Good, good. My son will be asleep by then. It's a school night."

A smile formed on my face, turning my head to listen better. "Yes, yes, he'll be asleep I promise. I told you I was a naughty mommy - fucking a black man while my son sleeps in his room down the hall. TJ, relax, I told you he sleeps like a rock."

There was laughter next, "He'll understand then. If I wake him up that is. He knows his mother has needs."

"Whoa," I whispered, listening in.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Yes, if it makes you feel better I'll do my best to be quiet so we don't wake him. Ok? Alright, I'll see you tonight. 11pm," Jennifer ended her call to this TJ guy.

I quickly finished my paper work just in time for Devin to return to my cube. Her hair was no longer in a ponytail; she looked a little flustered, but had a sly grin on her face. I can only assume she joined in on whatever was happing in the break room.

Chapter 3

Devin went over the daily work schedule for me. I'd join her in meetings, I'd set up meetings, I'd do some market research for her, along with other entry-level type tasks.

After the brief orientation, Devin led me to Rob's office. As we approached, I saw the two blonde models, Alexis and Jenna, hugging a huge black man. He was fairly tall, but incredibly broad too. Each model kissed a cheek; his hands went to their asses, squeezing firmly, the fabric of their dresses bunching up in his grip.

The two models left as we approached, giving Devin a wink. "Ah Miss Devin, how are you?" he said.

"Good. Getting to know some of the talent?" she asked.

"I will be, later tonight. I got their hotel room address so I'll be paying them a visit tonight, before their flight tomorrow," he said, glancing, smiling at me. "Who is this young lady?"

"This is my intern for the summer. Gisele," Devin introduced me.

"Miss Gisele, nice to meet you," He extended his huge dark brown hand. "You can call me Fat Rob."

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Devin, take this young lady shopping later today. Buy her some clothes more fitting for our workplace," Fat Rob handed Devin his credit card.

"Will do," Devin smiled, taking his card. "Gisele, you'll be working for Fat Rob in July. He heads up our talent relations department. He finds and hires models, photographers and so on."

"I take very good care of our talent," Fat Rob said. "Isn't that right Miss Devin?"

I watched Devin slowly eye Fat Rob up and down, a grin on her face. "That's right."

"I can't wait to work with you Miss Gisele. I have some very interesting side projects I need help with," Fat Rob told me, eyeing me up and down similar to how Devin did him. I couldn't help but blush.

"I'll come by and see you before I head home," Devin told Fat Rob. I nodded politely and we left. I knew what Devin meant, this was crazy, nothing like I thought it would be.

Later that day, after lunch, Devin took me shopping. All dresses, all were short, sexy, and tight. White, purple, blue, black, red, pink, were the various colors. She even bought me matching shoes. Turning around in a skin tight, silvery-gray dress in the store, Devin nodded her head at me.

"I think you'll fit in just fine at Elite Magazine," she told me.

"Are you sure? These dresses aren't exactly professional. I want to make a good impression," I told her.

"Oh don't worry about that dear," Devin said, taking a step closer to me, glancing to my cleavage, her fingers combing through my hair. "I have a feeling, with this internship, you'll make a VERY good impression."

Not questioning what she meant, deep down knowing, we headed back to the office. I did some filing for Devin, along with sitting in on a meeting.

Before I left for the day, I stopped by the restroom. Pausing at the door, I heard something very interesting. I slowly opened the door, seeing Jennifer's red hair up above a closed stall. I could make out Fat Rob's face, grunting, grinning. He was bouncing Jennifer up and down. I closed the bathroom door, walking back to my cube, knowing that she was straddling him in the stall.

"Wow," I whispered. "This is what this place is like."

With each passing day, I would learn more and more about the culture at Elite Magazine.

*****

Later that night, I called Ian, telling him of my first day. I left out all the sexual details, only going over the mundane things.

I went to bed with thoughts of my first day on my mind. I thought about seeing Jennifer's head above the bathroom stall, with Fat Rob standing up, bouncing her on his cock. I imagined her riding a black guy that night, some guy named TJ. I thought about Fat Rob meeting those two big butt models at their hotel room and having a three way with them just like the other male model, Rodney, did earlier in the day. I recalled Devin arriving at my cube, her hair a mess after hanging out with Rodney and the two models.

The women at this place, Elite Magazine, all seemed to prefer black men. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I'd join in on, what seemed to be, loads of fun. Maybe they didn't allow interns to experience the magazine's "culture." Perhaps one had to be an employee first.

I slid my hand into my pajama shorts, I moaned, slowly rubbing my clit, closing my eyes. I normally thought of Ian when I masturbated. But this time I imagined myself having sex with a black guy in the bathroom at Elite Magazine.

I had a feeling this internship would be one I would never forget.

Chapter 4

The days that followed were more of the same. I wore my new dresses and shoes. Fat Rob, when he was actually in the office, gave me compliments, always ending them with "Miss Gisele." He called every woman there "Miss" followed by their first name. It was cute and flirtatious, but I knew why he did it.

He was sleeping with, from what I could tell, every woman there. I saw a few wedding rings on a few fingers too. I saw one when I walked in on him and another woman in the bathroom, or witnessed a woman leaving his office, kissing his cheek, or saw two women going on and on about his big cock at the copy machine - both had rings on their left ring finger.

Devin had private meetings in her office with Fat Rob on occasion too. Walking by her closed door, I heard her grunting and moaning, followed by a loud slap of hand against butt cheek.

Fernanda headed back to Miami in the middle of June. On her last day in the Atlanta office, I heard a fairly loud orgasmic performance coming from Fat Rob's office. I was making copies for Devin and I saw her exit his office, turn, kiss him hard, and grab the bulge his pants were covering.

I was surrounded by sex. Every day I heard or saw people in the act. Even the fucking package delivery guy, black of course, was getting blown or ridden when making a stop. I nodded to him on my way out for lunch. Upon my return, the cute little receptionist, probably right out of high school, was wiping something off her mouth while the delivery guy smiled at me and zipped his pants up.

I sat in my cube, alone, desire building, pussy oozing, wanting to taste, to feel the black cock that was around me. But I did my best for Devin, hoping this could lead to a full-time position with the company.

I'd go home and spend most the evening masturbating, thinking less and less of Ian, and more and more of black men.

Curiosity was killing me. Unfortunately, Fat Rob wasn't in the office much. His time there was very sporadic. I figured I'd hardly see him during July when I switched to working under him.

When I wasn't witnessing or hearing sex, I was in meetings with Devin and other staff members, taking notes. Everything was fairly standard right up to the last week in June.

The break room was filled with black male and white female models. Jennifer was there, chatting with some of them, organizing some advertisements she was shooting. I handed her some information from Devin. She smiled, looking the papers over.

I scanned the room, my mouth dropping at what I saw. Sitting on the couch, a muscular black man was naked, a bikini clad brunette was on his side, sucking his tongue, and another brunette was on her knees in front of him. Her head was bobbing up and down. She was giving him a blow job. I couldn't see the man's cock, but judging by her moans, it must've been delicious.

There was another black man, his back to me, standing next to the couch. I saw two white hands from the woman standing in front of him reach around his muscular back; hook her fingers into his shorts, slowly pulling them down. I watched the shorts go to his knees, landing at his feet, his toned muscular ass exposed. "Wow," I thought, my mouth still hanging open. Part of me wanted to go to my knees and kiss all over his ass. It was amazing.

I saw those same two white hands belonging to the woman in front of him, grip his ass tightly, while she, I'm assuming, sucked his cock. The black man moaned and said "that's it, yes" when he looked to the ceiling.

"Here you go. Thanks Gisele," Jennifer handed me the papers to take back to Devin, shaking me out of my trance.

I was so flustered I got lost on my way back to Devin's office. I made a wrong turn, walking pass an office belonging to an editor, whose name I can't remember. Her door was open; she was straddling a black man in the chair in front of her desk. "Yes! Yes!" she was crying out, his dark hands squeezing her breasts.

I needed to cum. I wanted to finger myself silly in the women's bathroom, but I assumed I'd be interrupted by another employee having sex with Fat Rob or one of the black models.

I gathered my composure, quelled my curiosity of the black cock crazed staff, took a deep breath, and found Devin's office.

"Thank you so much," She smiled taking the signed papers. "Got any plans tonight?"

"Oh, no I sure don't," I replied.

"Well I have a late flight tonight to LA, to take care of some urgent business there. I'll be gone all next week. So I was wondering if you could take care of Ulysses for me while I'm gone," she said.

"Ulysses?" I asked. Was that her dog, cat, bird, or pet iguana?

"Yep," She flipped through the papers. "Once, twice, maybe even three times a day."

"Who is - " her phone rang, interrupting me.

Her brief call ended, she wrote down her address. "Be there tonight. It's Friday, no work tomorrow, stay the night," She said with a soft smile.

"Uh, sure, I guess," I said.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," She said, packing up her laptop, getting ready to head to the airport. "I'll let him know you're coming."