Influenced

"Yo, what's up!? This is your girl Lauren B, and today we're gonna hit the gym, so I can share with all of YOU the kind of work it takes to keep yourself looking this tight! Don't act like you don't know what I mean! Haha." Lauren announced exuberantly into her phone, already looking damn good, and she knew it.

Lauren was what most people would call "insufferable". Sure, she was a fit 22 year old blonde girl with soft supple skin, nice rounded ass and tits, perfect toes, a tight shaved pussy, soft natural lips, petite hands, and the sort of prominent hazel eyes that screamed fuck me... but she was also a bottomless pit of neediness and validation. She filmed herself everywhere she went, she wore skimpy clothes, she did everything she could to get more eyes on her... but she wasn't a slut. No, she had high hopes of bagging herself a rich guy someday and living the sort of high class life she felt she was entitled to, and of course, filming the whole thing to share with the unwashed masses who paid her bills.

"But first, we gonna stop and get ourselves a little something something from Starbucks, because Lauren don't run on no Dunkin." she continued narrating playfully as she pulled into the drive-thru, eyeing up the menu, even though she was gonna get the same cup of pink syrup with whipped cream she usually got.

"You are so beautiful. I hope this makes your day." the robotic voice from her phone belted out as one of her many, many simps donated a solid $50 in the chat to allow himself to be noticed by her, and pay for her continued existence.

"Awww, thank you..." she paused to read the screen, "Nickelb... oh, I'll take the strawberry creme frappuccino with extra whip." she replied as the intercom came to life, almost immediately forgetting about whoever it was that just donated money to her.

Lauren had been taught from her teenage years that hot girls always get what they want. They get the hottest guys, they get the best treatment, they get gifts and looks from losers who only wish they could be with her. Hell, they even get passing grades when their teachers are either perving on them, or afraid of what they might get accused of if they don't help them out. She was the epitome of every shallow characteristic a woman could possibly have, and she didn't even pretend it wasn't about being selfish. She knew damn well thousands of lonely losers dumped gallons of semen out every day just wishing they could fuck her, and she was gonna make them pay for the privilege to do so. So she paid, didn't thank the young woman at the window, and cruised on in her convertible car, laying out her usual banal chit chat about how good life felt, and how you just need to live in the moment, the sort of shit people who don't need to think about where their next meal is coming from can say.

"Alright guys, so we're not doing the usual gym today, because SOMEBODY decided to leak the name of the gym I go to, and while I totally love you guys, there are some out there who want to get a little too chummy with me, and a girl has got to look out for herself, you know what I mean?" she chided as she walked towards the new temporary gym she intended to use this week until she found something with more mirrors.

She didn't even look at the camera most times to speak, the audience just lookup up at her from a lower angle (right where they belonged, she figured), her white plastic sunglasses hiding her eyes, and the soft round peaks of her blue fitness top covered tits standing out even more firmly from below. Her viewers were not unaware of this, with hundreds of guys already pregaming themselves; dicks in hand, slow jerking at the thought of the soft pink nipples topping those perfect breasts, and how many more enticing angles they would be enjoying shortly. Lauren was especially careful, keeping the camera tilted up to avoid showing landmarks so she couldn't be found again, and even cupping her hand over the camera when she entered to prevent anyone from seeing the sign. There didn't seem to be anyone there at the moment, which made sense, this was 10am on a weekday and most people had real jobs to do. She looked around briefly for a good place to set up the shot, setting up her phone horizontally, and spending more time than needed leaning in and "making adjustments", while the audience got a fantastic view into the chasmic depths of her cleavage. Donations, or donos, were coming in hot and fast, and she couldn't help but smirk thinking of what she was gonna do with all that money.

"Alrighty guys, we're here, and it's time to start with a few good stretches! Why don't you all go ahead and start buying votes for which workout we should start with first today." she said as she stepped back, already starting to stretch and flex in ways that showed off her features.

She had already shown off the twins, so it was time to get these losers really hot and bothered. She arched back a few times for good measure, but then turned around and leaned forward to give her toes a good touch; her ass thrust out, and her tight gray sweatpants doing a great job of riding right into the crack of not just it, but her pussy as well, giving them a neat shot of camel-toe. There were already hundreds of guys blasting hot loads into socks and tissues the country over, as some just couldn't keep it in anymore. She was tuned out, thinking about some stuff she was gonna buy off Amazon later, going through the motions as her toe touches turned into squats, maximizing the time she could get guys focused on her pretty little pussy. This moment of otherwise blissful zen for her was interrupted when the staff door opened, and a exceptionally fit older black man stepped out, still brushing some powder off his hands.

"Excuse me miss, but you can't have no drinks like that in here." the man said, noticing the sweating cup of pink sugar she had sat on one of the lifting benches, the water forming a ring, "And I'mma need you to wipe that off too."

Lauren quickly snapped out of it, feeling attacked and incensed by this expectation put upon her by this clearly rude man whom she hadnt' seen yet. She wasn't going to stop filming, as she had always secretly hoped to run into a scenario like this. This would be a great chance to drum up some conflict and controversy, which were always great for her numbers. She straightened herself back up, and turned around, ready to berate the man behind the counter, but paused slightly as he was black, a fact that she only just noticed, and knew that this was delicate territory. When it came to victim-hood, she wasn't sure she'd have the upper hand here.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm new here, and also, I didn't really see any rules about it soooo..." Lauren responded, looking around before shrugging her shoulders.

"It's right up here on the board, under the words Rules and Conduct." the man said, pointing a large black finger up and behind him.

"Okay, well, it's not like it's bothering anyone or anything." Lauren responded, hating the idea of being semantically lectured by this ignorant, clearly broke man.

"It's bothering ME." he replied a little more firmly this time, "Now, if you plan on staying, you're gonna need to either put that in your car, or in the trash. Towels are on that rack over there."

Lauren was practically beside herself at this point, as people did not make demands of her like this. It was his job to clean up after her, not hers. So what if the rules said no outside drinks other than approved water bottles? He was just attacking her because she was a woman, and he thought he could intimidate her.

"Listen, you clearly don't know who I am, but I guess you wouldn't, because I cater to a younger and more tech conscious crowd..." she said, trying to take a jab at his age, which she figured must have been late forties, maybe 50 based on the grey hairs speckling his black beard, "But you might want to be a little nicer to me, because I'm kind of a big deal. You've heard of influencers before, right?"

"Miss, I really don't care who you are, we have the same rules for everyone. So, I'll repeat; if you'd like to stay, it's on my terms, not yours." the man said, stepping out from behind the counter and gesturing towards to door, "Up to you."

"This seems like harassment." she said, gesturing with her hands for effect, the man seemingly not aware she had been filming yet, "I just came in here..."

She paused, her eyes almost immediately drifting down to the clear outline of his dick through his white gym shorts. It was by far the biggest one she had ever seen, even while flaccid, and she had honestly never even considered guys being that large. She could feel her core go cold with the shock of it as her expressive hazel eyes went wide, her nipples starting to firm up, and a sudden needy ache formed in her reproductive system quickly turning into warmth.

"To, uh... I just..." Lauren started to stammer, the man shifting his stance slightly, perhaps unknowingly, making the mass move slightly, her heart jumping as it did, "Why don't I just go."

Lauren quickly turned and grabbed for her drink, the lid popping off and spilling all over the bench and floor as she clumsily swatted it.

"OH FUCK ME!" she shouted reflexively, jumping back to try and keep it from getting on her shoes.

She of course, inadvertently backed up directly into the man, her soft white ass pressing into him, the heft and size of his fat black dick now firmly wedged against the crack of her ass. Her face went immediately flush, not only from embarrassment, but from the rapidly forming heat and wetness between her legs. She wanted to push back even further, really feel it, her body practically trembling and her nipples now hard and firm. She forced herself to turn to face him, her wide eyes now finally locking on his (instead of his dick).

"I, I didn't mean to..." she stuttered again, her breath hot, his intense brown eyes seeming to stare into her soul.

A faint smirk seemed to be playing at the edges of his lips, but he didn't betray anything just yet. He was well aware of the effect he was having on her, and he aimed to enjoy it.

"Uh huh. That's why we got the rules. Go ahead and grab a towel, clean this mess up." he said, gesturing with a nod of his head while her eyes remained locked on his.

Lauren glanced briefly before finally pulling herself away, squeezing her legs together as she stepped off, as if that would stem the tide of arousal already radiating from her. Nervously, she grabbed at the towels, managing to drop those too, a sigh escaping her to release some of the tension. She leaned forward to grab them, not aware that she had already started soaking through those tight gray sweatpants she had chosen just for today. The audience at home got a nice juicy shot of her eager pussy at work, the man finally cracking that smirk, knowing damn well what was going to come next. She turned back around, throwing him a quick nervous smile before getting down on her hands and knees and wiping up the spill. The towels were by no means sufficient, as this was a sugary artificially colored mess that was going to require a whole lot more heft to get rid of both the stickiness and discoloration.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't think this is going to be enough..." Lauren said, shooting him a nervous look.

"No, I don't think it is either." the man replied as he stepped closer, seeming to want to get a better look, though he had something else in mind, "I think this is gonna require a WHOLE lot more."

"I can hire some cleaners, or pay for supplies, or..." Lauren started, looking up at him with her big doe eyes, the man towering over her like an ebony god.

"Or maybe we can settle this another way." the man shot back, his eyes now clearly taking in her body as she knelt before him.

"You mean like..." Lauren quickly blurted back, licking her lips, her eyes quickly shooting to the increasingly hardening dick in his shorts, a massive pyramid of white cloth starting to stretch towards her.

"You ain't ever fucked a black man before, I can tell." he said, reaching down into his shorts and finally pulling himself free.

Lauren's eyes went wider than before, practically crossing as she tried to take the entirety of the view in. He was already close enough that he stepped only a touch closer, dropping the towering black mass of flesh over her forehead, his large potent balls hitting her lips. She could smell the hint of sweat on him, but something more, like a musk, making her mind melt and her body react almost instinctively as she crept her small white hands up, her fingertips brushing up over his balls before grabbing the girthy veined monster towering over her. She let out a hot breath through her nose, almost in relief as she finally gave in, starting to jerk him off as she opened her soft pink lips and started tonguing the dark flesh of his sack. There was something about this moment, about him, that was turning her on like nothing she had ever experienced, and she quickly inhaled one of his large testicles directly into her pretty mouth, delicately pleasuring it as she continued stroking him above her head. If her pussy had been a lake before, it was quickly turning into a sea, the aching need to feel every inch of him inside of her. She reached down with her free hand intending to finger herself, but was quickly stopped.

"What the fuck you think you're doing?" the man said, his look snide.

"I was... I'm so fucking wet right now..." she gasped out heavily, his saliva slick testicle falling from her mouth, her eyes pleading.

"If and when I allow it. That pussy belongs to ME now." he said, denying her any release, as he would only have it on his terms.

Her body ached with the need, the stimulation, her clit throbbing and begging to be touched... but she obeyed him. It felt natural to let him be in control.

"Good girl. Now it's time to suck this dick." he said, stepping back and lowering his shorts properly, "And take that fucking top off... let's see them juicy white tits."

Lauren didn't hesitate at all, yanking her sport top off, her perky young breasts bouncing free, the white globes topped with her pert pink nipples. She instinctively kicked her shoes off as well, needing to shed another layer of covering as her body wanted total nudity, total access to sex and nothing else, her white ankles socks the only thing stopping that for now. The man nodded in appreciation of her supple white breasts, reaching down to pinch a nipple firmly in his strong dark fingers, making her eyes roll back as he did. She didn't want to wait any longer, practically lunging forward and jamming the massive shaft of his cock into her mouth. She almost couldn't get it past her teeth it was so thick, but as she continued, a mix of saliva and her jaw relaxing allowed him to drive deeper and deeper towards her throat, her tongue massaging it, appreciating the taste of his dark flesh on her soft pink tongue.

"Holy shit, is this really happening?" the robotic voice from her phone suddenly chimed in, a dono dropping $200 dollars as he, among thousands of others, collectively masturbated as they watched their young white goddess suck and slobber over a fat black dick.

"The fuck was that?" the man said, turning and finally see her phone.

"Oh shit, that's my... let me turn that off..." Lauren sigh exasperated at the interruption, quickly freeing his dick, standing up and practically storming topless towards her phone before suddenly she felt his firm grip on the waistline of her pants.

"Where you think you're going?" he barked playfully, a firm black hand now groping at her breast, the other sliding around dipping down the front of her sweatpants; dangerously close to setting her off.

"They... I was streaming and..." she gasped, the thick shaft of his dick now firmly pressed between her legs, her clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

"They gonna love THIS then." he quickly interrupted, yanking her sweatpants and panties down around her ankles, her nude and aroused body now on near full display for the world.

She knew better than to broadcast this, but she also wasn't going to stop. The animal heat in her, the desire; felt more important in this moment than anything. She could feel the hard shaft of his enormous black cock now rubbing against her, parting the lips of her delicate white pussy and driving her wild. She quickly kicked what was left of her clothing off using her toes, peeling her socks off one after another, before widening her stance and bracing her hands on the counter. He slid back completely this time, bracing the fat head of his big black cock against the entrance of her pussy, her hot wetness begging him to come inside in more ways than one. Lauren felt the pressure mounting, the pain as he started pushing forward, stretching her open wide, and driving her up onto the tips of her toes as her body shuddered. She grimaced and squealed in pleasure and pain as inch by black inch stuffed it's way inside of her so deep, the head of his dick hit her cervix.

"Oh HOLY FUCK!" she cried out, her eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open.

"OMG, she's really doing it." the robotic donor voice on her phone announced, thousands of viewers watching her take her first black dick (with a future filled with many others to come) inside of that coveted white pussy.

The donos were steady, the guys at home jerking themselve stupid as they watched. They knew this stream would possibly get her banned, the video, likely deleted, but they were ready; screen recording EVERYTHING to share with the world. Lauren didn't know it at the time, as her brain was busy pumping dopamine and oxytocin at levels she could barely handle, but her role as an influencer was taking a more significant turn than she could have imagined. What started off as a basic stream for a bunch of simps and gooners, was about to turn into a viral sensation being talked about by dozens of personalities online, influencing thousands of young men to only get turned on by interracial porn, and thousands of white girls to spread their legs and go black for the rest of their lives. All this, because some entitled white girl was trying to make money. Strange how the world works sometimes.

"That's right, take it all you fucking little white slut..." the man demanded firmly, each hard thrust of his monstrous black cock eliciting a cry of pain, a wince, and a wet clap, his tempo increasing as his firm black hands gripped her delicate white flesh.

"It hurts... it hurts so fucking good..." Lauren mewled to her audience, her hands grasping the desk on either side of where her phone sat, her eyes rolled back; a small line of drooling being rocked from her mouth.

The feeling was beyond incredibly, in spite of the pain as he slammed against her cervix. His dark dick had driven deeper than any former white lover; touching sensitive places she didn't even know existed. The girth was making sure that every sensitive surface was being pleasured by the rigid surface of his vein ribbed shaft, and she knew she wasn't able to last much longer. She was creaming on his dick already, her arousal intense, but she felt something else new coming, and that was going to be her very first squirting orgasm (live for the world). She felt her brain melting down, becoming numb to anything but the tidal wave of sensation about to roll over her.

"Fuck fuck, here it... here it comes... OH MY GAHHHHHHH!!!" Lauren screamed out, wincing her eyes closed, her legs trembling as she exploded a hot gushing mess all over him, the man not missing a beat as he reached around and put pressure on her clit with hs middle finger, pushing it to even greater heights.

Lauren would have collapsed had he not been holding her up with his muscled arms, refusing to stop fucking even as her body convulsed, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure pounding through her. She pushed herself forward on her toes involuntarily, finally slipping on her own fluids, her black lover carefully lowering her to the ground in a quivering mess as his fat black dick slid free from her formerly tight white pussy. The man couldn't help but chuckle, as no matter how many times he did it, he still loved watching girls get completely brain fucked. He turned his attention back to her phone, leaning in and grabbing it, taking a moment to get the bearings right before pointing it down at her for the people at home to take a good look at. Lauren lay on her back, her legs spread wide apart with her feet pulled up; a gaping mess. Her face was slick with sweat as she caught her breath.