An Inspection

Emily was already flushed with excitement when she pressed the door-bell and waited for admittance. Her anticipation had been growing ever since this appointment had been set up. She was going to have sex with a Black man! As long as she could remember she'd wanted to do it - but growing up in North Dakota the opportunities had been somewhat limited. By the time she really met African-American guys, at college, she was already semi-permanent with Phil. Her family had so loved Phil and all he represented as a future for her. They hadn't taken the separation well but had promised that they loved her whatever she chose to do.

Well, she had a feeling that might be put to the test because this was one of her first choices. Coming here to have sex with, no, to be FUCKED by a Black man. She couldn't pretend that Don Parsons was her dream sexual partner. He was forty years older than her and he had a big old beer gut on him but on the other hand they knew each other and she trusted that she was safe with him. Baby steps, baby steps ...

Don Parsons opened the door. He was dressed smartly if unspectacularly and he was freshly shaved and bathed. She caught a whiff of his after-shave. She was pleased. Don would never be an adonis but he had made an effort. That was sweet.

Don looked her up and down. She wasn't carrying any baked goods for him - that was a shame. She was one helluva cook but living at a motel he guessed that she hadn't got the facilities. She'd brought something else for him though - under that coat she was wearing. He felt his cock start to stiffen.

He waved her into his house and told her to stand where she was while he drew up an armchair and made himself comfortable.

"First thing, Emily, so there's no mis-understandings. By coming here you are giving yourself to me, body and mind. I will expect you to do things for me and with me. I will expect you to follow my instructions. I will, let's be clear about this, fuck you. Everything I do will be with a purpose - to identify the real Emily and, if I can, to help her to express herself. Is that all understood?"

Emily nodded.

"Lose the coat," he ordered.

Emily shrugged the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She had thought hard about what to wear for him.

Don adjusted his pants and then carefully stood up. Her outfit told him that she was serious about all this - he still hadn't really believed that she'd come here today. Damn, she looked good though. He was already hard.

Emily had seen the big bulge in the front of his pants and was satisfied. Her husband might have taken her for granted for years but Don was clearly impressed. Why wouldn't he be - she was 26, blonde, blue-eyed and curvy in all the right ways.

Don started to speak, "You know that I was in the army for many years. Well, when you enlist they send you for what they call 'Basic Training.' They need to find out if you are cut out for life as a soldier and then teach you the ropes. Can be a hard process - but if you come out the other side you're ready for the challenges that lay ahead. You understand?"

Those wonderful bright blue eyes stayed fixed on him and her beautiful blonde head nodded.

"Well, you don't want to be a soldier. You want to please men - a certain particular sort of men. You need to KNOW that is what you want to do and you need to learn what it will entail. So, you are now going to enter the Basic Training for a little white slut who wants to trade up to being with the Black man. That is what you want, isn't it?"

"I'm not a slut," said Emily.

So, they came to it. Don was pleased about that - got it all out in the open, let everyone know just where they stood. He was pretty sure he had read her right - that he knew how she wanted her relationship with Black men to be. He wasn't going to push it though. If she just wanted to fuck then he was happy to do that - but competing with her years of fantasy wasn't going to be easy at his age. Be better if he had read her right and she was ready to accept the role he was suggesting. Then, within their 'play' together, she'd find pretty much ANYTHING horny and after a while she'd be so primed that he'd no longer have to worry about disappointing her when he finally gave her what she was needing so bad.

"You walked out on your husband to come here dressed like that and all because I said I'd get you more Black dick to fuck than you'd ever dreamt of. I think that qualifies you as a slut doesn't it?"

The moment of truth.

A moment's hesitation and then, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She got the idea quick - what else would you have expected from a clever girl like her, "Yes, sir."

"We don't say it like that - when you understand you say, 'Yes. SIR!'. You understand?"

"Yes, SIR!"

"Let's be clear, I hugely admire and have the greatest affection for my old work colleague, Ms Emily Szostek. I would stop a bullet to save her if I needed to and I'd do it without a moment's hesitation. But for the purpose of this project you are not her - you are just Emily, my trainee. I will address you and treat you accordingly, you understand?"

"Yes, SIR!"

So, where were we, you are a dirty little white slut aren't you?"

"Yes, SIR!"

"You're here so I can find you some big Black cocks to fuck - once I've plowed that little white pussy myself."

"Yes, please, SIR!"

He liked that 'please.' She wasn't just going along with this - she was contributing. That bode well but she needed to learn who was boss first.

"First thing each session will be inspection. You will enter my house and stand in that position so I can check whether you are correctly turned-out."

"Yes, SIR!"

"That little unveiling was very artistic but inappropriate. You aren't sneaking here to have an affair with me you are my slut-in-training. Got that?"

"Yes, SIR!"

You can wear the coat on the way over - but you leave it in the car. You walk along to my house and up to my front door in the outfit you will be inspected in and nothing else, that clear?"

"Yes, SIR!"

He shifted up out of his seat and stood directly in front of her. He looked her up and down. Then he stepped round her and carefully scrutinised her from behind. His cock was almost bursting out of his pants but he really might have just been a Sergeant checking that one of his recruits had polished their tunic buttons.

The beautiful corporate lawyer had come dressed like an easy little trailer trash slut about to go out for a night's clubbing. Her blonde hair was flowing down her back and she had three gaudy pink plastic discs hanging from each of her pierced ear-lobes. She wore a zip-up dark blue top with the zip half undone to reveal an impressive cleavage and the edges of a red and black half-cup bra. The top was just a little short so that it left about an inch of flat white belly exposed. Below that was an inch-wide black leather belt which held up a purple lycra skirt that was only a few inches wider. He knew that when she walked there would be a flash of her panties and had no doubt that they would match her bra. Her legs were very nicely formed, almost dancers' legs, and they were bare so that plenty of pink flesh was exposed to his hungry gaze. Finally, she wore a neat pair of shoes - perhaps a work pair.

He thought she looked about perfect but he wasn't going to tell her that ... not yet. Just enough sugar and just enough incentive to get even sluttier - that was the order of the day.

"Not bad for a first attempt - a little white boy would think you was a goddess. But you ain't trying to attract a spotty little white boy like your ex-husband. You trying to attract a Black man - a man of the world, a man who know what he wants and expects to get it. For a first time this might pass muster, if he was feeling generous. For a second date he'd expect you to try a LOT harder."

"Those ear-rings are good and trashy but you need to research the concept of hoops. Find out about them and act accordingly. This top and bra work real well together - I approve. Same with the skirt - but the belt could be more gaudy to draw the male gaze. He paused and then looked into her eyes as he pushed a big hand up the front of her skirt. She shivered a little but she didn't move away and she didn't break eye contact.

Don's fingers touched sodden cloth, her panties were wet through! He hid his shock and his jubilation instead making his face take on a look of stern disapproval. "What's this I'm feeling here, recruit?"

"My new panties, SIR!"

"Wear them at work - when you here you don't wear panties. I also don't want to see any skirts longer than that. Understood?"

"Yes, SIR!" She thought that wearing this sort of skirt without panties could be a bit of a challenge. If she met anyone on the sidewalk outside then Don wouldn't be the only one getting a flash of her pussy! She found that, to her surprise, she rather liked the idea. Also, to wear sexy panties like this to work would be so ... inappropriate. It was lucky she'd brought several sets of lingerie because she'd start being inappropriate on Monday morning.

She realised Don was looking at her with a raised eye-brow. She suddenly grasped what he wanted and rushed to get her panties off. She was momentarily embarrassed by their state but put them into Don's outstretched hand. The Black man took her wet panties, held them to his nose and sniffed deeply. He took in the scent of female arousal, tucked the panties into his pocket and nodded. "I will confiscate these. Now..." His big hand went back up the front of her skirt and felt pussy.

"Trimmed?" he asked

"Just today, SIR."

"Shaved is the minimum. In the meantime research electrolysis and act accordingly. I know a man, Dr Nikola, can organise your first appointment. You'll be seeing him anyway, as we'll discuss."

"Yes, SIR"

"I like the legs - plenty of meat without being fat. But them shoes are no good."

'They were about 1000 dollars a pair', thought Emily to herself.

"Research kitten heels and stripper heels - act accordingly." His hand was on the back of her skirt now and rubbing the thin material stretched taut over her rear end. Damn, but this girl had some serious booty. Jessica was classy but she was just a little lacking back there. This girl could shake it and make it. A whooty to make an old Black man's heart rejoice. "I see we have a PAWG in training here."

"A what ... err, sir."

"A Phat Assed White Girl."

She turned on him - she'd always been a bit sensitive on that subject. "My ass isn't fat - it's just my body shape." She suddenly remembered herself. "Sir."

"'P-h-a-t' - not 'f-a-t'. It's a compliment girl. You may be a gorgeous young woman and have a rack for the ages but this," and he smacked her lycra-clad buttock, "is your number one ass-et in attracting the Black man. Go down on your knees and thank the Lord for it, Emily, that phat ass is gonna get you a whole lot of Black cock. Like the sound of that?"

"Sir, yes, SIR," bellowed his new recruit.

"That's good - now we can start properly. Cleaning materials are over there - just do this room and the kitchen for today. I'll sit down here and relax - if I want a sandwich I'll let you know."

Emily looked at him in stupefaction. What the fuck?

"You think you could just swan in here and get Black cock for the asking? You think your 'white privilege' means you can just treat Black men as big cocks, as your playthings, as your servants? That's not the way these things work. You want that dark meat then you going to have to earn it. Understand, little white slut?"

"Yes, SIR," said Emily and went to fetch the cleaning stuff.

Another Inspection

"You know my man, Tyrone?"

Jessica was facing a young African-American woman. Some people might have called her 'ghetto booty' but Jessica lived in far too big a glass house to be throwing any stones like that. She just nodded.

The Black woman smiled, "Had every hole and more than once I'd bet. Get your bag - we going to see Alysha."

It wasn't unusual for Jessica to be picked up for a challenge on a Saturday morning but it was very unusual for it to be by a woman. She checked her mental calendar - after all last time it had happened Shaka had filled her up with his seed. Well, whatever happened, she was reasonably safe today.

Alysha was waiting for them at the car-park of a fast-food restaurant.

The two African-American women sat at one of the benches provided for customers and had Jess stand in front of them.

"Whaddya think Tonisha?"

"I dunno, they say she's fine but I'm struggling to see it. Just a skinny-assed cracka from where I'm sat."

Jess fumed. Tonisha, obviously Tyrone's 'better half', was never, ever, likely to be called 'skinny'.

Alysha pondered, "That's a big problem - and look at them damn clothes. She ain't gonna get a man hard looking like that."

'Them damn clothes' had cost more that both those two's entire wardrobes, probably shoes included. Jess was visibly annoyed and, what only made things worse, the two women took delight in playing on it.

"What if one of our men had come got her today?"

Alysha shook her head. Her man, James, and Tonisha's man, Tyrone, had been the first Black men ever to fuck Jessica. Seemed they'd done a good job in getting her good and hooked on the big Black cock. She was having a real good time - but it was time she learned what her obligations were if she wanted to borrow their men. "She'd disgrace him looking like that - like she ain't made no effort. Worse, she'd disrespect us."

"Thass right," echoed Tonisha in the oft-repeated routine, "if our man out with a fine white bitch - well, our men are playas, it's only to be expected. But", she glared at the white woman stood in front of her, "if he out with some cracka slut who ain't even bothering to look good for him - that's disrespect to him and, mo' important, disrespect to us."

"Preach it, girl. What's most important - what we gotta see to first?"

"Ain't it obvious?"

"Yeah." Alysha switched her attention back to Jessica. "You owed any holidays at work."

Life didn't quite work like that as a corporate lawyer but Jess knew that given how things were at the office she could take time off. Hell, it would be a wonder if anyone except Emily even noticed. "I suppose so."

"Good," Alysha stepped away and got on her phone. Tonisha just looked at Jessica with a satisfied expression. Jess wasn't sure she liked that look. Most women didn't like their men 'tom-catting around', as Alysha had once described it. These women certainly loved their men but perhaps they weren't too fond of the white girls who their men seemed to spend half their lives around.

Alysha came back and smiled smugly at Jess. "It's sorted - book three weeks off starting next Tuesday. We'll come get you then, ten o'clock smart."

"What's this about?"

"You worried? You scared? Don't you remember you got a safe-word? You gonna need to make sacrifices if you going to deserve to borrow our men. If you don't like the idea just say your safe-word 'vanilla' twice and I'll ring for a cab right now. He'll take you back to your nice white-bread suburb and you can go back to how you was."

Jessica knew - she knew above everything else in the world - that she didn't want that.

Tonisha watched her carefully and then nodded. "Yeah, thass right. Well, get straight with this. Until further notice you belong to us and if you want to please Taylor and the men then you best work REAL hard at pleasing us."

They took her home and dropped her off. Alysha watched the woman in her obviously expensive dress make her way back inside. "Think she'll do it?"

"Shit, I wouldn't," admitted Tonisha, "but you know some of these white girls are seriously crazy!"

The two Black women laughed and drove off. It was time to go meet their men.

First Time's a Charm

Don Parsons ran a white-gloved finger over the work-surface. It came up clean. He made a point of nodding his satisfaction - even though he knew he'd cleaned it himself shortly before young Emily had arrived. "Good job, recruit. I think you've earned a reward."

Emily stood with her fine young titties rising and falling to show her quick breaths. She was excited - she knew they were reaching the moment she had been waiting for.

Don went and sat back in his recliner. "I like that outfit but just at this moment I'd rather see you without it." He reached down and flicked a switch. Low music flowed through the room.

Emily knew what he wanted and started to dance, wiggling and gyrating for his approval as she slowly removed every particle of clothing from her fine young body.

Don felt his cock harden and didn't care. When a woman like this danced for you it was the only appropriate reaction. He beckoned her towards him and pointed at the bulge in the front of the slacks. "Recruit, I think you should do something about that."

Emily paused and then carefully undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Don eased himself up to let his pants drop to his ankles and then took his seat again. His boxers tented out as proof of his excitement. Emily paused but Don was in no hurry, he was happy for her to take her time.

She cautiously reached for him and he took hold of her hand.

"First time you seen a Black cock."

Emily nodded.

"It won't be fifteen-inches long and thick as a coke can like in the stories, you know that. I'm just a man, not a myth. But I am a Black man and once you do this there might not be a way back. Never back to that husband of yours, never back to the old Emily. I want you to be sure - but if you're sure then you can see how that beautiful body of yours has got me. I'll need you to help me out with that sweet mouth."

Emily had been sure before she'd even arrived. She pulled down the boxers and carefully, lovingly, caught the Black cock that tried to spring forth. Don had almost apologised about his size but he was about as large as her husband was. She stared at the cock appreciating its dark skin, so warm to the touch, must of all rejoicing at how hard it was. This was how a man was supposed to be when he REALLY wanted a woman.

"You done this often for your husband?"

She shook her head. "Phil didn't really like it - so I'll need some advice and plenty of practice." Her eyes sparkled and her perfect white teeth flashed in a smile. Then the young blonde woman took Don in her mouth and started to suck him, sometimes working her tongue along the shaft and savouring the texture of her new man.

Don didn't think she'd need much advice - but he was going to let her get a LOT of practice. "Damn, girl," rumbled from deep within him, "said it before and I will say it again, that husband of yours was a damned fool. Luckiest man in the world and he threw it all away."

The references to Phil should have saddened her or 'brought her to her senses' but they didn't. He was part of her old life, being left further and further behind with every time her sweet lips slipped down his ebony shaft.

After a period of leisurely but high-quality oral sex Don decided to lay out the programme. "Today I am going to take your mouth. Next week I am going to take your pussy. Not today - because you will go to a clinic I know and Dr Nikola will get you tested and advised on your future sexual health. I'm not going to fuck you today because I don't want to fuck you with a condom. When I fuck you its going to be skin-to-skin, bareback, raw - like it should be. I also won't be pulling out - when I feel good I'll just plant my seed where it belongs." The bobbing head hadn't changed it's rhythmn but her eyes were fixed on him. She was taking all the information in, processing it, accepting it. "The week after that - I'll be taking your ass." That did cause a moment's hesitation - but then her pretty head started to rise and fall again. "Another thing your husband didn't do?"
She shook her head gently - his dark cock still in her mouth.

"Boy was worse than a fool. Butt like that will draw the brothas from miles around and they all going to want a piece of it. You'll need to be ready and prepared. I happen to know an expert who'll come and help you through it. She's called Sammi and I think you'll like her - I'm sure she's gonna love you."

Emily's mouth and tongue continued their work to please Don despite her mind going into overdrive. She had a lot to learn and it was clear that an awful lot in her life was going to change. A large hand gently took her head and began to carefully guide her up and down the cock a little faster. She obliged him and picked up the pace. His fingers tightened in her blonde hair and he began to move his hips for the first time - probing deeper into her mouth. Finally he bucked forward until his length was fully inside her. It hit the back of her throat and she felt an overwhelming desire to gag. He pulled out at the first sign and let her recover.

"Don't worry - you just need to relax. There's no pressure - we got all the time in the world. Ready to try it again?"

She nodded and Don's careful training of his new slut continued until he finally swore, pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot four strong thick ropes of semen over Emily's pretty face.

"Fuck yeah," he crowed, looking at the defiled beauty in front of him. "Now I've claimed you - now you're mine." Then he leaned forward and carefully used his finger to collect some of his sperm from her face. Once he had enough for his purposes he held his palm up to her mouth - like an owner offering his pet a treat. Again that adorable little hesitation and then she put her mouth to his hand and sucked and licked off his seed.

"Now you can catch and swallow the rest of that for yourself," he instructed and watched as she obeyed to the best of her ability. "That was just for show - I'll be finishing in your mouth in future so get used to, no, get to LOVE, the taste of that."

When she completed her task he stood and had her sit in the old armchair. Then he took up position between her legs and for the first time he saw her really look worried. Another thing hubby apparently had neglected - well old Don was no fool and he wasn't going to miss out. He used his strong hands to keep her legs apart and ran his tongue carefully up her beautiful pink pussy. Fingers and tongue were soon hard at work proving to Emily just how much pleasure a man of real experience could bring her. In years of marriage Emily could count her real orgasms comfortably on one hand. Don gave her two with ease and without even fucking her.

At the Clinic

Jessica removed her skirt and stood in the thong which the women had ordered her to wear. At least her surroundings were not unfamiliar - she saw them when she came for her tests and check-up every month.

She didn't always see Doctor Nikola on those occassions but he was here today with his usual little sly smile as he examined her with a critical air. "Most assuredly the procedure would help. A BBL does not seem appropriate given the patient's general BMI. It must be implants but her basic body-form will allow a substantial amount of volume to be introduced. The usual incisions seem appropriate - they will be invisible once healing has taken place. Yes - she is a very good subject for this procedure. We will have the clinic ready for her in two hours."

That little sly smile was back. It seemed he saw that 'the patient' wasn't at all sure about this. As ever, Jessica felt that Nikola had probably done this many times before in his career as the Taylor Foundation's house surgeon.

"Mrs Clar... er, excuse me, Miss Lyons, you can be assured that I am an experienced and fully board-certified practitioner and that my facilities and staff are all of the best. You have perhaps read horror stories about the procedure? Yes, well, almost all with a bad surgeon or silicone injections. Is this elective surgery and so by its nature unnecessary? Yes. Is it invasive and so carrying with it certain dangers? Most certainly. Can these things go wrong? Absolutely. However, at this clinic we pride ourselves in our work. Hundreds of successful procedures with a complication rate of under 3% and almost all those were minor infections easily rectified. My method of sub-muscular implants means only once - once - have I had to correct slippage within my guaranteed ten-year period." The little man's eyes glowed with pride. "Before you come back you can sign the consent forms and we will proceed. It will be a pleasure to work on a woman of such potential."

***

"This doesn't seem a good idea," mumbled Jessica as she read the post-op procedures and advice. The three women were walking from the clinic to their car.

Tonisha cupped her ear with an exaggerated motion, "What's that? Did I hear a certain word?"

"No," said Jessica, "but you don't see..."

"Oh, we see alright," said Alysha. "You see there'll be some pain and inconvenience and you want to avoid that. Apparently you ain't so dedicated to all this as you like to claim. Its YOU that don't see what we're doing here. Come on."

Twenty minutes later they were in a store in a largely African-American part of the city.

Jessica felt very self-concious wearing the garment she had just tried on. Apparently it was a mid thigh double cut example and it looked fucking ridiculous.

The young Black woman reassured her. "We aren't finished yet - wait till you see the whole look."

A pencil skirt and a pair of kitten heels completed the deal - at least for her bottom half - but that did seem the focus for the day.

"Pay the woman and then go walk back to our wheels," said Alysha.

"Remember - short steps and swing them hips," Tonisha advised as the two women left.

Several hundred dollars lighter Jessica left the shop. She didn't really need Tonisha's advice. The skirt and shoes pretty much required her to take short steps and to swing her hips as she went. She was concentrating on that and at first didn't notice the effect she was having.

Jess was used to men checking her out - it had been happening for over ten years on a regular basis. She also knew that in areas like this she drew even more attention - as a rare white girl. But this was different. She seemed to feel the eyes on her back and even noticed men turning to stare as she passed them on the sidewalk. It was that damn ridiculous 'butt bra' thing - she looked so stupid in it. Jessica wiggled a little more as she tried to quicken her pace.

There was a long whistle and then, "HMMMMMNNNN, HMMMNNNN," came from the other side. "Damn," said a third man, "look at that." They didn't seem to be making fun of her, oh no, far from it.

Just before the car she saw a group of four young men lounging by a wall. She came alongside them when the reaction started.

"Shit - look at the junk in that girl's trunk."

"Hey, baby, come and wiggle that ass a bit nearer so's we can see better."

"Like to have that phat ass real close, you know what I'm saying," the man was holding his crotch and thrusting it at her just to make his point crystal clear.

The fourth young man, presumably the leader of the pack, eased himself away from the wall and came sauntering towards her. "Hey, baby, you new round here. I know I ain't seen that fine phat ass before. You wanna come party with me and my friends. Big white booty like that needs careful examination."

"Hey boys," said Alysha coming to the rescue, "she here with us and we got an appointment. Next time maybe."

The boy shrugged, "Alright, but she can come down here any time she like. We got plenty of what she's looking for."

***

Back in the car Tonisha gave a wolfish smile. "You see - you see why you taking three weeks off work and why you ain't going to be sitting comfortably for a while. You see why you gonna be off the scene for eight weeks while you recovering. You doing it because Black men may love Jess but they gonna LOVE Jess with a big round ass. We get you healed up and doing the right exercises for toning - you gonna look real fine and everyone going to know what you gone through to look so good for your men. Eight weeks of pain and then an hour in the gym every day after that. What you put in decides what you get out." She pushed a pen and a piece of paper towards Jessica. "Now stop wasting time and sign the damn consent form - Nikola'll do your electrolysis and get rid of that scratchy pussy stubble while you post-op."

Jessica signed the form and allowed the women to take her back to the clinic. There were risks but then there were always risks in everything and in this case it seemed you just couldn't argue with the results!

The Main Event

Old Jefferson Price had been 85 years on God's green earth and had lived forty of them right here, in this development of the city. It suited him and it was nice and quiet. One thing was for sure he had never seen anything quite like this here before.

A young woman, well they were all just girls to him, was tottering along on a pair of stripper heels. Her long blonde hair was free in the wind and she was wearing a tiny fake-fur jacket over her shoulders. Beneath it was a bright pink T-shirt cut in a deep 'V' to reveal a very fine and very deep cleavage. The shirt was tied at the bottom so the girl's flat white stomach was pretty much all exposed. Below that was a black PVC skirt that the girl must have had sprayed on it was so damn tight and so damn short.

Suddenly, he noticed that she was aware that he was staring at her. She almost seemed to pose for him before Don Parsons came out of his house and met them. "Hey, Jeff, it's a nice afternoon. I see you met Emily, my new cleaning lady."

Jeff watched them go into the house. On the top step the girl seemed to bend forward a little and wiggle her ample backside at him. His eyesight was still damned good and he saw the little flash of naked white pussy. He raised an eyebrow and pondered the mystery to himself. He'd been on this world for 85 years - why on earth would Don suddenly think he'd been born yesterday!

***

"Damn girl, well I suppose we can pass on the inspection - old Jeff has done that already."

Emily giggled, "Do you think he liked what he saw?"

"He may be old but he ain't dead! You done your assignments."

She snapped to a mockery of attention. "Yes, SIR!" She held out her report from the clinic.

He inspected it. "You know what this means don't you?"

"I hope so," she answered.

"I think we'll dispense with the cleaning too, just for this week. How soon can you get that damn skirt off?"

Very quickly, it turned out, and soon a naked Emily was perched astride the form of Don as he sat in his chair. His hard Black cock stuck up between them and Emily could feel its warmth against her naked skin.

"First time, I want you to put it in and we'll start with you riding. It's a big moment for you - your first real cock from your first real man. There really is no coming back from this one. To all those ignorant assholes out there you'll never be more than a white slut who goes with Black men. You ready for that - because you girls pretty much always come back for more. The more Black cock you get the more Black cock you'll want. Ready for all that?"

As an answer, Emily took a careful grasp on his Black cock and began to sink her pussy onto it. Soon he was embedded in her and she felt her butt meet his legs. It was really very easy and it was really very simple - not such a big deal. Except that it was and she knew that was why her body was so ready for him and why she felt such vivid sensations even at just seeing the contrast of their skin colors together. She began to move up and down on his hard cock - enjoying the way that his probing shaft felt within her.

Finally, Don gently signalled her to get off him. Leading her to the bedroom he asked her to lean with her hands on the bed. He stood behind her and admired her naked ass presented to him. He gave a playful swat with his hand on her buttock. "You look like you needing something. What would that be?"

She wiggled her buttocks at him. "You know what I need," she purred.

It was all he could do not to step forward, sink his cock home and begin pounding her for all he was worth but Don knew what had to happen first. "I need you to tell me."

"I need your cock, your big Black cock."

He teased her pussy with the end of his cock and swayed back as she tried to back up onto it. "Please, Sir, I NEED it," she mewled.

"You don't just need mine ," he swatted the round white buttock again, "this is way too fine not to share. Gonna be a lot of different Black men using you, enjoying all you have to offer. You ready for that."

"Yes, SIR."

Finally he allowed himself to push home and set a reasonably fast rhythmn to his thrusts. He pushed his arms under her body to take a big white tittie in each of his Black hands. Meanwhile, his mouth was working at the exposed delicate pink flesh of her neck - mouthing and sucking and nipping. He felt her frame shuddering and knew that she was coming. He wasn't an arrogant man - he knew that it was far more the scenario than any particular skills of his that had got her so excited. But as he used his firm hold on her tits to keep her in position for his increasingly powerful thrusts he didn't care about that. The job was getting done and she'd come back for more - that was what really mattered.

***

Emily lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. It wasn't anything that unusual but just at this moment it looked wonderful. She was finally getting properly fucked by a man who knew how to please a woman. She was finally getting fucked by a Black man. Don had tried her cowgirl, standing, doggie style and now he was in that old standard the missionary. She giggled as his moustache ticked her ear and she held on tight for the last part of her wild ride. Her hands grasped his strong back and her legs were hooked over his thighs. Don wasn't a small man and his weight was pushing her down into the bed covers - pinning her in position for the final act. She knew what he was going to do and she realised that she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in the world.

She whispered, "Give it to me, cum in me, make me your woman."

"MOTHAFUCKA," was the response as Don lost it. He'd been holding desperately to his nut to try to prolong things for her but that sweet little voice was too much for him. He dumped a big load just as deep in Emily as he could and then he collapsed on her.

After he had panted a while he murmured in her ear, "Dr Nikola help you out with precautions?"

She smiled - noting the old goat had only asked after he'd pumped enough seed in her to get her good and pregnant. "Yes, he gave me a diaphragm and I've got it in."

"Good, I wouldn't want you to have a baby before you was ready for it. Remember taking precautions is down to you. Neglect them and you'll pretty soon find out we ain't shooting blanks."

Pregnant. Pregnant with a Black baby. She'd never even considered it. As he heaved himself off her body she looked down and imagined her belly full of new life and her breasts swollen with milk to feed a Black man's child. She'd never imagined it before but now the seed had been sown she had a feeling she'd be thinking about it a lot.

Don came back carrying a piece of equipment. "You smoke in college, girl."

"Once or twice," she said as he set up the bong.

"First did it in the army - now I keep a little just for special occassions, This damn sure qualifies. Some of your men are going to like a bong hit or a joint from time to time - only right you know to join them."

So Emily got fucked and then Emily got high and then Emily got fucked again. A very fine way to spend a Saturday, she decided.

She spent the night in his bed - pressed up against his big, warm, strong back. She nuzzled him - it felt so right to be here. She hated the motel and wondered if perhaps she could come live here with Don...

Don had a better idea. He knew a mutual friend who could just do with some live-in help just at this moment.

A Right Royal Pain In The Ass

"Aaaaahhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, fuck!"

Jessica had been laid out on her stomach and now was trying to roll into a vertical position. Her butt hurt like a bastard whenever she tried this.

"Damn cry-baby," muttered Tonisha, "you heard Dr Nikola. You healing just fine - no problems at all. In a week you be able to sit down and everything."

That was alright for her to say! Jessica was not used to being laid up like this. Even just a week had seemed like an age and without Emily she didn't know how she'd have got by.

Poor Emily. She and Pete had seemed so good together. She had a strong feeling that there was something behind their break-up that she hadn't been told. She wasn't going to judge though - she wasn't exactly the poster girl for successful marriages.

Alysha said, "Since you coming along so well, the Doctor says you can start your exercises in a month's time and by then you'll be feeling no pain or discomfort."

In a month's time! A month walking round feeling like you had dinner plates stuck in your butt. Another week of Emily having to wait on her hand and foot because she couldn't even sit down. If this was success she didn't want to know about failure!

"Don't worry, baby, I can tell you now the swelling's going down and you are starting to look real good back there. It's all gonna be worth it. So long as you're a good girl you'll soon be back getting more Black sex than you can handle..."

Alysha took Jessica's chin in her hand and looking her full in the eyes planted a kiss on her lips. The almond-shaped brown eyes were mischievous and Jess just couldn't help opening her mouth and letting the Black woman's tongue invade her. Alysha kissed her for a full minute and then pulled back with a triumphant smile.

"Damn," said Tonisha, "so it ain't just Black cock you like. Give us a month and you might not need the men again." She slapped her thigh and fair laughed the house down.

The Art of Display

Don Parsons felt like the king of the world. For two months he had been 'training' his little slut at home and now it seemed right to take it to the next level.

So far she had been a model pupil. Her first interracial experience, her first anal sex, her first lesbian experience courtesy of Sammi. Damn that had been an education for old Don himself watching an eight-month pregnant Sammi seducing his young protege. Two petite blondes - one just starting on her blackening, one so obviously showing the results of her longer career. It had all been a bit of a shocker for Emily - realising another woman could make her feel so good. Well, that was OK, she had a lot of stamina and a lot of loving to share around.

He told her about his own family's history and how it traced back to old Elijah Parsons who'd been born a slave down in the South. How family tradition remembered his being sold as a young man and transported to the new plantation with an iron collar on his neck, heavy so he couldn't run far even if he did get away. How such memories were always there - especially for people from his background and for white women from the South. How sometimes men might want 'race play' as part of their sex - even if their white partner was from North Dakota and from a Polish family that hadn't arrived in the country until fifty years after the Civil War.

Most of all, though, the ill-assorted couple made love. Emily was certainly not an innocent virgin but she needed to be reassured that she was beautiful and desirable and a helluva good lay. Don had no problem testifying to all three.
As the weeks passed Emily spent her time at work or helping the slowly recovering Jessica. Only on Saturdays, with Don, could she express her new self. Jessica only knew that she had a weekly commitment that she could not and would not miss. She was curious but she loved having Emily there with her and was not going to press the issue. Emily would tell her - when the time was right.

Don watched his trainee carefully. He saw her sexual confidence blossom. She seemed comfortable with her Black trainer and pretty happy for things to continue. However, Don knew that such a vibrant young woman would soon need more and that he, almost an old man, could not provide it. There were people that could though and, happily, he knew just who they were and how to contact them.

That Thursday Don took Emily to a certain club for the first time. On the way there he pondered how she would react to entering a little world where her needs weren't unusual but rather shared by pretty much everyone there. Some couldn't handle it. If this wasn't for her then he would have to work out another strategy for her.

He needn't have worried.

"Don, my old friend, it's been way too long," smiled James, the handsome African-American doorman. "I assume this lovely young lady is a guest."

Don signed Emily in and glanced at her just to see her reaction to James' words. It seemed she hadn't heard them. She was staring at James' partner in minding the door. Tyrone was always an impressive figure - built like a monster truck and about as potentially unstoppable. His suit didn't disguise the tattoos on his neck and hands, indelible markings that hinted strongly of the jail-yard.

Tyrone was looking at Emily, the sort of look that the cartoon wolf gave before his eyes bulged out and steam burst from his ears. "Damn..." came out of his mouth and he shuffled forward a little to change his viewing angle of the petite blonde. He whistled long and low. "Don't see too many of them on a white girl. Sugar, come back next week when I'm not on duty. That fine booty deserves some serious Tyrone lovin'."

Emily's eyes sparkled and she smiled at Tyrone. James let her into the club and said in a low voice, "He'll just have to get in line and wait - I have a strong feeling you are going to be VERY popular."

Not the most difficult prediction to make and later Don was stood at the bar getting a drink with another old friend, a confident looking man of about 60 dressed in an expensive suit. They two men watched Emily as she danced - almost blocked from view by the men vying for her attention and approval. She looked to be handling herself just fine and neither viewer had any doubt how she would be spending her Thursdays from now on.

"A lot of false advertising in this game," said the man, "but you weren't exaggerating about her. She is very lovely and built just the right way to please a Black man."

Don just nodded his response.

The man continued, "Even better that she is a friend of our Jessica - it opens a lot of potential for them both. We'll see how she gets on and by the time Jess gets back we'll know where we all stand. There's no doubt she's very well qualified to be a prospect. If she wants to join our little program then I'm happy to fast-track her. Nice job, Don, we can take it from here."

The two older Black man shared an old-fashioned hand-shake as they watched the subject of their conversation sharing her first long deep kiss with a Black stranger.

Schemes and Machinations

Samuel Rifkin scowled at the photograph frame perched on his huge mahogany desk. The attractive blonde woman, at least fifteen years his junior, smiled back at him. He relented a little - Mercy was a good mother to their daughters and she had been a good wife to him. It was just that now she was pushing forty and perhaps a little over the hill. He had no idea of a separation of course - as a wife, and a mother to his children, she was excellent. However, he'd come to feel that a man like him, a man of power and influence and charisma, deserved a little extra - in the bedroom.

He couldn't quite remember when he'd decided Jessica would be his preferred mistress. She'd always been quite startlingly beautiful, of course. He'd known of the end of her marriage and that she had no new settled relationship. It seemed to him that she would welcome the chance to share a bed with a powerful man like him. It would give her life some purpose and he wouldn't neglect to give her some career assistance.

Rifkin walked across his office and preened himself in his mirror. He looked just what he was - a man at the heart of the establishment with all the advantages and opportunities that that position brought. He DESERVED to be fucking a beauty like Jessica - it was his RIGHT to have the pick of the crop.

He looked at the two folders on the desk in front of them and scowled. The photos of two girls, faces shining with youth and enthusiasm, looked back at him. Damned college placements. Someone would have to waste time mentoring them and - since his own daughter had her eye on that college - he would have to show an interest. What a bore.

Then his superbly-educated mind clicked into gear. If Jessica mentored the girls then his 'interest' in the girls could be used to establish a much more fascinating new relationship with the beautiful redhead. He would offer her all she had ever wanted - the lucky woman. A small bulge marred the elegant cut of his suit pants as Rifkin contemplated the future.

Personal Training

Tonisha and Alysha both looked sceptically at their white charge. Jessica was red-faced and sweating after being taken through a program of exercise

Alysha said, "You've always been able to coast by on that figure of yours - never needed to work on it." She gave Jessica's bare white midriff a gentle pat. "This is real fine and flat - pretty impressive. Try it after one of our men has had you carrying his baby for nine months. You going to have to be ready to get back in shape if you want the Black man to keep wanting you around. Good news is that you can get in practice now by starting work on building them glutes - getting the max out of that butt job."

"Hip raises, bridges, lunges and squats - three times a week. Then onto using weights to increase the work-out." Tonisha spoke with authority - though the 'chunky' African-American woman didn't look a gym-regular. "You a smart girl - you can research this shit. Need to be spending an hour a session working a real sweat up. Need to make that commitment to your new life..."

Alysha saw that Jessica wasn't enthralled by the concept. "Don't worry - most of you white girls learn to love it. You gotta remember that every squat and every bridge is just helping get you closer to being the perfect woman for a Black man. You whites are generally under-developed back there - you need to put in the work to back up the Doc's. Just remember - when you sweating and hurting that the next rep could be the one that puts you ahead of that other little cracka slut next to you - it could be the one that wins you his cock and wins you his seed." By now she was stood directly in front of Jess and almost whispering into her face.

Jessica knew what was coming and welcomed it. Jessica opened her mouth moments before Alysha's lips met hers and her tongue pushed into Jessica's mouth. Alysha's hand came up Jess' training top and fondled her right breast. Her other hand came up to the back of Jessica's long auburn hair and hooked into it.

Jessica didn't resist but was being held quite securely by Alysha in any case. She felt pressure on her sweat pants and then felt them pulled down her legs. Tonisha was obviously taking a hand too.

Alysha broke her kiss with Jess and looked into her eyes with a knowing smile. "You like that dontcha, white girl, you like the idea of us taking charge. Well, don't worry, we gonna make sure you good and ready before we let the men back with ya." She suddenly took a firmer grip on Jess' hair and pulled her over to the bed.

"Cute little bald pussy," said Tonisha, "but that ain't getting no pampering just now. You here to please us - not the other way round. Get on your hands and knees on the bed."

Jessica obeyed and was immediately aware that her newly-enlarged butt was bare and stuck out. Alysha's hand gently traced the new curves and purred her approval. Then her hand whipped back before landing with a vicious crack on the pale buttock.

"Ooww," said Jess.

Tonisha lay down in front of her and opened her chubby thighs. "See that, slut, thass a prime Black pussy. You know what to do." Then she eased forward, grasped Jessica's hair and pushed the woman's mouth down onto her hairy Black cunt. As she prepared to lick Jessica felt another stinging pain on her rear end. Her hesitation was momentary and then she went to work on Tonisha's sex. It was warm and rich and wet. Her tongue explored the lips and tried to probe into the Black pussy. She strained to target Tonisha's clit and strove to give the big Black girl pleasure.

At regular intervals she heard the crack of flesh on flesh as Alysha smacked her ass between gentle rubs of the increasingly red skin. ""Yeah, she about ready - physically at least. Her butt can take some punishment - and our men are all gonna enjoy proving it. How's that pussy licking, Ton?"

"OK, but it's nothing special," said Tonisha and then smiled as she felt the white girl desperately attempt to work her tongue harder and earn her new Black mistresses' approval. "I'm thinking I'd like a taste of her sweet little pussy after all, least we can do is show her how it should be done."

Alysha pushed Jess so she landed on the bed on her back. Strong Black hands grabbed her hips and another pair held her shoulders. Jessica felt Tonisha's breath on her pussy even as she realised what Alysha had planned for her. The Black woman straddled Jess and then carefully lowered her pussy onto Jessica's face, covering her mouth and nose.

"You best learn Tonisha's lessons fast, cracka bitch. We got no place for free-loaders with 'white privilege.' You learn to eat Black pussy real good and I might let you breath. Otherwise, you gonna spend the rest of your life licking my Black cunt. Still," she pondered, "what else are you cracka hos good fo'?"

Jessica felt Alyshas firm flesh on her and began frantically licking and nuzzling at her pussy. The Black woman tasted real good and if she could only breath more easily then it would have been amazing. Jessica tried to raise her arms to push the woman off her only to have her wrists caught and pushed back onto the bed. She tried a last couple of desperate licks and was rewarded by Alysha easing up off her. As she gasped in huge lungfuls of air she felt the insistent work of Tonisha's mouth at her own sex. Jessica's wide-open eyes met Alysha's.

"She being a good little girl, Ton. Seems we might have a submissive little white bitch here. Could be lots of fun." Her friend grunted her approval and Alysha lowered herself back onto the unresisting young woman.

Alysha played with her twice, then a third time, before finally easing herself off Jess completely. The normally beautiful white woman was a real mess. Her face was covered in sweat, spit and pussy juices. One hand calmly signalled Jess to stay where she was and Jess never even considered not obeying. Not even when the much heavier form of Tonisha replaced Alysha and put her fat thighs either side of Jessica's head.

"You had it easy with Alysha, now you get to really show what you can do," warned Tonisha and lowered herself onto the white woman's face.

Jessica felt surrounded by dark flesh. The texture of it, the smell of sweat and excitement, the pungency of the big hairy pussy that almost enveloped her mouth and nose. She desperately licked and mouthed and nuzzled, frantically striving to satisfy Tonisha. Her wrists were in a vice-like grip and she knew that she could never lift the heavy Black woman off her. She was at Tonisha's mercy - and the shuddered with sexual desire at the realisation.

Finally, after what seemed minutes, Jess could go on no more. She feebly tried to arch her back and her tongue ceased to work. She felt that she was going to pass out.

Tonisha felt the tap on her shoulder and slid off Jessica's face. The white woman jack-knifed forward coughing and gasping for air. Alysha instantly moved in and pushed her back down. She'd taken those moments to don her strap-on harness equipped with a 'Jackson Hammer'-brand toy.

"Time for the main event," crowed Tonisha as she watched her friend power the big plastic phallus home. "We heard you took the real thing at Boca - but I'm thinking before tonight's out we'll test that new butt of yours out with it." She cackled at the white girl's look of shock and then took a firm grip of Jessica's shoulders. This little cracka slut wasn't going anywhere until they were good and done with her. She was gonna have to EARN the right to be with their men.

***

Some hours later an exhausted Jessica was finally allowed to sleep. Alysha and Tonisha were tired themselves - they hadn't expected to be working so hard. Usually, they'd have heard the 'Vanilla' safe-word long ago and called a stop. But this one, for all her high-class airs and graces, seemed to get off on everything they did and the rougher the better. When Alysha had tried to take it easy on her butt the little white ho had been backing herself up trying to make sure she got all that toy inside her.

"Tougher than she looks," admitted Tonisha, "and a damn fine pussy licker."

"We'll take her to the club next week," said Alysha, "like Taylor asked. Then next Saturday me and Shan will find out just how tough she really is and just how much she REALLY wants all this."

Tonisha giggled. "Ty and me are goin' to visit his mama or I'd love to be there and see that."

"Don't worry, hun, it'll all be on camera in crystal-clear HD. No-one's going to want to miss it."

Alysha reached over and casually swatted a white breast. Jessica mumbled and stirred. A harder slap and the blue-grey eyes opened. They stared a moment and then took in the two Black women as Jessica realised her situation. Tonisha's fingers were soon powering back in and out of fine white pussy while Alysha smirked, "We not like our men, girl, we don't cum, roll over and fall asleep. When you with us you best be ready for an all-night session." Then she viciously grabbed the white girl's hair and, when Jessica gasped, spat into her open mouth before lunging forward to kiss it.

Jessica felt the sensations everywhere in her body. She felt dog-tired but it was a warm tiredness. The tiredness of a desire seemingly satisfied but which now signalled its need for more.

"Ready for Round Two, my little cracka slave," purred Alysha.

"Yes please, mistress," said Jessica.

Alysha smiled and moved in to kiss her again...

Return to the Club

Jessica's return to the club that had become such a focal point of her life was still a unique experience for her. She knew that she wasn't there to dance and she wasn't there to fuck - she was there to be shown off. Her outfit was only thin pink lingerie and a pair of high heels - but she also wore some additional items. First was a simple leather dog collar with a cheap metal tag hangin from it engraved 'CRACKA'. Then there was the black masking tape which tied her hands together in front of her while a second roll gagged her mouth and tied her long hair to the back of her head. Finally, there was the leash which ran from her collar into the hand of Alysha, her mistress.

Her mistress and Tonisha took great pleasure in parading her around the club for the inspection of all the men there. Occasionally one would try to touch their pet and they would playfully swat him away. "No touchin' today, little Cracka is OUR pet and only we get to play with her. Don't worry, tho, when she ready we be sending her to the pit for breedin'. She gonna be doing what all the good little crackas do - taking Black cock and birthing Black babies. Just like nature intended."

Most of the men looked on in amazement or laughed. But Jessica noted that many of the darker men, among them men she knew were Cock Pit members, just looked on with satisfaction. They knew their time was coming close - they knew she would soon be given to them to use for their pleasure. That her body would soon prove, yet again, what happened to little white sluts who wanted to serve big Black cock. Jessica knew all this and she shuddered - feeling the moisture between her legs, the arousal that no cock would satisfy tonight. But soon, so soon, there would be so many cocks - and she knew she would welcome them all.

Finally the ill-assorted trio met a big crowd of Black guys gathered watching the dancing cage. Jessica had been in the club on many occassions and knew that, for most of he men, the cage was just a background feature to the serious business of securing white pussy for the night. Not tonight, it appeared. There must have been nearly sixty packed round - their eyes fixed on the cage's occupant.

A blonde woman of about 5'3" was dancing with a controlled but fast pace. Her movements were graceful and perfectly designed to stoke the fires of lust in the men watching her. The cage rules were understood - a girl danced for thirty minutes in a bikini. This girl was breaking the rules - her bikini lay unseen on the floor of the cage. She was totally naked - clad only in a sheen of perspiration as she danced on. The men drank in her long blonde hair, her pale skin, her large but still youthfully-proud 34E breasts and most of all, men could be so predictable, most of all the magnificent sculpted curve of her ample white booty.

The proud gaze of the girl scanned over her rapt audience. More than fifty Black faces fixed on her and, the dancer knew, fifty Black cocks straining at the leash in fifty pairs of pants. Fifty Black cocks that wanted to take her and fuck her and make her theirs. She bent her legs forward and flourished three fingers before plunging them into her wet pussy. Then as she publicly masturbated she looked further and saw the three women. A moment's pause and then, with even more furious desire, she resumed her erotic display.

Jessica had shared that glance of recognition with the occupant of the cage as their eyes met. She didn't need to see the sign identifying the dancer, her closest friend and current house-mate. The women she had so carefully hidden her interracial sexual life from for over a year. She was dimly aware of one of the last brakes on her behaviour being released.

"MMMUUUHHHLEEEE, " she shouted into her muffling gag.

Alysha's hand found her breast and she whispered triumphantly into Jessica's ear. "Yes, Jess, she's ours too. Looking at her I think she'll soon be following you down the same path - what a lucky white girl. Taylor's arranged three men from the Pit to 'audition' her tonight and then, if she passes - and there can't be any doubt - Antwan's all set to supervise her first challenge as a new project, he'll take her out to H-Town next week. Wonder if she'll have as much fun there as you did?"

Jessica watched her friend dance on - offering herself to the crowd of Black men for their sexual amusement. Emily, who'd always seemed so shy and perhaps even a little naive. Emily taken to H-Town by Antwan. He wouldn't force her do anything but Jess knew he wouldn't stand in her way whatever sexual acts she might want to perform over there. She shivered at the thought and felt again that familiar liquid warmth of her arousal.

Jessica felt a gentle tug on her leash. "You've seen what you needed to see," said Tonisha, "now I'm going to get me some more of that white pussy." The two Black women headed for one of the back rooms at the club with their pet in tow.
A Commitment

"I've thought hard about it - and I don't want the anklet."

Don was only half-surprised. Emily had come a long way - further than he'd ever have imagined possible - but this would have been a big step. He had taught her how a woman could wear an anklet to profess her love of big Black cock and had offered to buy her one to mark her 'graduation' from his training. However, it would be a very public statement and he had realised that it might be too much for her. Yes, he was only half-surprised but he could still barely disguise his disappointment.

Emily was very serious as she went to her bag and took out two boxes. He knew the larger one contained his cookies - a little tradition they had kept up over the course of her training. The other box was much smaller and she brought it over to show him.

"I bought this as a present for you - I hope you'll like it."

He opened the box and found a necklace, really more a thin collar made of shiny metal.

"Titanium," she explained. "Very durable but also very light. Old Elijah Parsons had to wear an ugly, iron collar. Mine is going to be much prettier and much easier to wear. Feel it - it's just heavy enough so that I will always know that I have it on and will always remember what it signifies." She took the collar and opened it so he could see the message etched on the inside.

'Don's girl'.

He remained still, giving her his full attention and concentration.

"Because wherever my life leads me there will always be a part of me that belongs to you, Don. Every time I make love I'll feel this collar and know that it was you who helped me break free and be who I wanted to be. I owe you so much."

"Emily you don't..."

"Yes, yes, I do. That's why I want you to put your collar on me." She stood in front of him and carefully pulled her long blonde hair up and out of his way.

Don knew how important this was for her. He solemnly placed the thin metal collar around her neck and snapped it shut.

Emily gave a long expulsion of breath. "Whewwwww, I so hoped that you would like it." She tucked a finger under the collar. "It's loose enough for safety and to be clean. Its small enough to be able to hide when I'm at work. But I will ALWAYS know its there."

She walked over to the box and took two small items out of it. "First, you tighten the catch with these little pliers - that means I will never be able to take your collar off without help. Then, you cover the catch with this epoxy. Five seconds to dry and then only a visit to the emergency room could separate us."

"Damn, Emily."

She just looked at him with her blue-eyes, absolutely serious and matter-of-fact. "I NEED this and I really want you to be the one to make it permanent."

He did as she asked and was rewarded with a smile.

"Thank you, sir, can I give you a reward for helping me?"

Don smiled back, "Would that be a cookie or some pussy?"

Her eyes twinkled, "A cookie and some pussy and anything else you'd like. Now and whenever you want me." She tapped her new collar, "I'm Don's Girl remember?"

He turned her round and gently pushed her in the direction of his bedroom. For a split-second he admired the curve of her ass and then, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, he followed her.

Girl's Weekend

"You show a lot of promise, young Jessica, but we women of experience need to take you in hand a little," laughed Shan. "I only met Mr Taylor when I was already forty, too old to start as one of his girls. You don't know how lucky you are..."

"Yeah, well I never qualified and I'm not sure I'd want to," chuckled Alysha. "But if you going to work for Taylor then its our job to lick you into shape." She turned and glanced at Jessica in the back seat of the car with a predatory look.

Jessica's tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips. What on earth had she gotten herself into this time! She'd first met Alysha, James' African-American wife, just after James had shown her how much she loved Big Black Cock and just before Tyrone had taught her just how much she could love any Big Black Cock. More recently Alysha had been her mistress in her latest stage of training as a premium white slut for Black use.

She'd seen Shan at the club but that was about it. Shan was an attractive woman in her late forties but Jess could guess that she had been stunning in her twenties. Now she was ageing gracefully and pretty much filled the bill as a sexy soccer mom. Her chunky figure was in a pair of tight jeans and a clinging light blue jumper under a light brown jacket that showed a hint of impressive cleavage but nothing particularly revealing nowadays. Your typical sexy cougar or MILF.

"Leroy tells me that your husband has been a busy boy again," Shan said to Alysha.

The Black woman rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way. "What can I say - my man does like making babies. If you white girls keep spreading your legs for him then the maternity ward ain't never gonna be empty. This one flew in from Portland just to get her share of prime black seed while her husband watched on the live streaming. They timed it right, I guess, 'cos she sure as shit is knocked up now."

Shan laughed. "How many is that now?"

"Must be thirty at the last count. There's a reason they keep asking for him - there ain't no question as to the potency of my man. Got kids in most of the states of the Union by now." Alysha gave a little cackle of glee.

Jessica knew that Alysha had two children by James and no desire for any more. The Black woman knew that her husband loved her and she considered that his little games with white girls didn't count as cheating . Of course if Alysha ever caught him fooling with a real woman, a Black woman, then she'd end his breeding days with a rusty fruit knife - a fact that James knew and understood very well.

Just as Jess looked out of the window at the landscape the car drove into a tunnel and the momentary darkness almost made the window a mirror. She saw herself reflected. Her shoulder-length auburn hair, her bright intelligent blue-grey eyes, the slight dimples in her cheeks as she smiled to herself. That pale pink skin which almost glowed with health and vitality. She'd never be a teen again - if you looked close enough you could see that - but she still looked damned good. She wore a dark-blue designer outfit and her favourite necklace; a delicate gold chain with a heart suspended from it. It had been a gift from her ex-husband but she liked it none the less despite that.

Once they were through the tunnel Jessica knew where they were going. With each passing mile the view from her window became more built-up. At first they passed new expensive blocks and developments. Soon, however, she saw what she knew she was going to see. A shuttered shop-front with gang tags sprayed all over it. Weeds on the sidewalks and the occasional abandoned car up on bricks. Battered little streets of houses here and there making way for grim-looking projects. Yes, Jessica knew where the women were taking her. They were taking her back across the tracks, to the bad side of town. She shifted in her seat. It was feeling distinctly damp down there. It might have been the leather car seats making her perspire except that she knew that it wasn't. No, Jessica's cute little white pussy knew what coming to this side of town meant. It meant new adventures and, almost certainly, hard Black cock.

Jessica checked her pocket before remembering that, courtesy of her rule from Shaka, she didn't bring her diaphragm with her any more. A quick mental check told her that she was probably all right this time. Of course if Shan had rung next week she might have ended up going home with a new life growing within her. Jess almost had to push her knees together she felt so hot and wet down there.

"Seems our fine white lady likes coming down to the ghetto," said Alysha. "Well, we ain't in no rush, girl, we got lots to do down here. Maybe, if you're a good obedient girl, we'll find you a special treat." Jessica felt almost hypnotised by the woman's dark brown eyes. Alysha was clearly planning on enjoying herself and Jessica shivered slightly. The Black woman chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, we're just going to have some fun."

Jess relaxed a little but then realised that the 'we' might mean all three of them or it might mean only Alysha and Shan. That was the nature of these little missions of discovery. You went with the man, or woman, assigned to you and you played by their rules. For today she almost belonged to these two older women. "First, it's shopping time," yelled Shan as she pulled the car into a parking area.

As the three women walked into the little cluster of shops Jessica rapidly discovered a few things. First, the designer shops in the city malls didn't have branches here. Second, she and Shan were almost the only white folks there. Third, she and Shan were drawing male attention. Nothing too serious, but as she walked along she knew that male eyes were fixed on her ass and the small amount of cleavage she had on display.

Alysha led them into a little shop. Jess looked around her. It was a shop selling women's clothing but of a very particular type. Tiny little dresses in clinging material, skirts that looked like belts, high heeled leather-style boots, large hooped ear rings and other trashy-looking accessories. There were nurse, police and office outfits that no nurse, police-woman or PA would ever wear at work.

"A lot of the local girls come here for their clubbing outfits," explained Shan, "but Leez gets a lot of her trade from the working girls. When the pimps get a new ho this is where they send her to get herself tricked out for the streets."

A short African-American woman emerged from the back of the shop. She immediately looked Jessica over and then had her spin for her. "Hmmn, I'll get a selection for her and then you can see what you like." Jessica noted that the words were addressed to Alysha rather than to her.

Shan then showed her a little changing room and Leez pushed a tiny bundle of clothes into her hands.

A couple of minutes later Jessica was again looking at herself in the mirror. Her expensive designer outfit was now hanging on the door. In its place she wore very different clothes. A short-sleeved black tunic with a plunging front and a lace effect at the back A spandex almost fluorescent lime-green skirt of incredible shortness that she could barely stretch across her newly surgically-enhanced butt. Trashy silver wedges with six inch heels. She looked ridiculous.

Shan poked her head in. "Lose the bra, hun, then come out and give us a twirl."

Jess ditched the bra and realised that without it her tits were almost spilling out of her top. She cautiously leaned forward and found that somehow her 32D breasts remained in place. She couldn't wear this stuff - she'd have to tell Shan to tone it down a bit. She tottered on her heels out of the dressing room ready to do just that.

"DAAMMMMNNNN," said a voice. A deep, dark, male voice. "Looking FIIINNNNEEE, sugar, real fine."

"Fuck, yeah," said another voice.

Jessica saw three Black men. Had their eyes been out on stalks and their mouths dripping saliva they couldn't have been showing their appreciation more obviously.

"Oh, she looks just good enough to eat," said Alysha. Leez nodded.

"That's five in favour, none against," noted Shan. "Our opinion doesn't matter, Jess, you're dressing to impress a new audience now."

Back into the changing room with a new handful of clothing. This time the high heels were attached to knee-high suede boots. Apart from that the outfit was one-piece and black. Again her butt was barely covered and the dress really didn't hide or disguise he shape of her breasts. Most notable though was the consistency of the thin, cheap, material. It was not made for a cold climate which made it seem deliberate that in sunlight it would be virtually transparent. She felt her nipples attempting to poke a hole through the top and given the nature of the material she wasn't sure they wouldn't succeed.

"Hmmnnn, hmmmnnnn, thass what I'm talking about."

"Spin girl, yeah look at that booty. Sure is inviting."

"Thought we'd find out if she was a natchural redhead but, by the look of it, she shaves down there."

"Five-Nil again, Jess, we'll have your new wardrobe in no time."

The third trip first showed a pair of high-heeled shoes so covered in rhinestone that they might as well have been made of them. Then a slightly longer mini-skirt made of a light and thin black material. The slightest breeze and that skirt would blow up at least as far as its gaudy belt. Which might be an issue since Taylor prospects like Jessica weren't supposed to wear panties. A couple of miniscule straps held her new top in place. The grey patterned material was spangled with points of colour and just about covered her tits and then down to her navel while leaving almost all her back and sides exposed. Again, cold weather clearly wasn't an issue unless the fishnet leggings were supposed to help, which they wouldn't.

"Do we need to vote on this one - coz I'm hard as a rock just looking at her."

"Point made and noted, man, point made and noted."

Outfit number four was next. White PVC high-heeled boots up to and beyond the knee left a little gap of naked thigh before her skin-tight black leather mini-skirt kicked in. Above that was a horribly garish fake fur top that barely fitted together across her body and that apparently was supposed to be worn with nothing underneath it.

"I can hear the cash tills a-ringing."

"Girl like that could make a man a lot of money."

"Got my wallet right here..."

"Behave boys," scolded Alysha, "but that's another one approved. Just one more outfit for today, Leez."

Another pair of vicious-looking heels of course (she was noticing a pattern here). Then a shiny dark-grey PVC mini-skirt that barely covered her and was so tight that it didn't really hide much of what it did cover. Combined with the heels it would also make walking a delicate business. She wore dark fish-net hold-ups and a tight white t-shirt cut and tied to stretch taut over her breasts while leaving her belly and navel exposed. Then she had a tiny black leather jacket with a fake-fur neckline. That covered her arms and back and even had a little hood but it clearly wasn't meant to fasten at the front and it didn't extend down far enough to cover her shiny PVC-covered butt.

With infinite care Jessica wiggled and tottered her way out of the dressing room.

"Shit, boys, I think we got a winner here."

"The others are good but this one is the bomb."

The third guy just shifted in his seat and put his hand down the front of his pants. After all, actions do speak louder than words.

"Come here baby," instructed Alysha. As Jessica reached her and stood beside her chair the Black woman nonchalantly put one hand up her tight skirt. Skilled fingers found Jessica's pussy and explored.

"Seems our little white girl has got herself all excited," Alysha said to the men, then she withdrew her hand to show the glistening moisture on her fingers. "Kneel down here, girl, and lick my fingers clean." Jessica carefully eased her way down to her knees and then used her tongue to clean her new Black mistress' fingers.

"This little bitch is getting quite skilled with that tongue. I think you men should get to find out just how good it can make you feel. Only seems fair seeing as how you've helped her out here. Leez, can we use the back room?"

"Of course, Lysh, shall I get her a kneeler."

"No need, I think these men are pretty ready to rock. Besides, some dirt on our little ho's knees will just complete the picture."

The back-room largely consisted of shelving and boxes. Jessica found enough space for her purposes, shucked off her jacket, kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees. Three shabbily-dressed middle-aged Black men moved in to claim their prize.

The first cock had a slightly musty smell, she knew it would taste of his sweat. A moment's hesitation - but sweat never killed anyone and the man clearly hadn't been expecting to get his dick sucked this afternoon. She engulfed the cock with her mouth and set her tongue to work cleaning him up. She knew she should have been disgusted but she'd learned that faint smell and taste of male sweat meant an excited man and an excited man meant a hard black cock and a hard black cock meant her pussy would be so wet it ought to be dripping.

She was just getting going when another black dick was swung against her cheek. She took that one into her mouth instead and sucked for a while before the third black cock tapped her forehead.

She saw Shan drop to her knees and take a cock in hand. "I'll keep waiting times down but all the cream goes to Jess, OK." The man grunted his approval.

Jessica took a hard Black dick in each hand. She teased their heads with her tongue before steadily alternating quick bursts of sucking on each. A hand grasped her hair and pulled her onto him. The cock pulsed and she tasted the warm viscous load as it pumped directly onto the back of her tongue and down her throat.

Jessica coughed and spluttered, her spit and his cum seemed to be everywhere, it even seemed to be coming down her nose. She blinked and gasped for breath.

THWACK.

A rough black hand slapped her face leaving momentary red finger-marks on her pale skin.

Shocked, Jessica looked up to see the other man pointing at his hard Black dick as it almost throbbed above her. "Get back to work slut," ordered a gruff voice. A glistening drop of pre-cum appeared at the head of his cock and Jessica's tongue almost automatically flicked out to claim it.

Two hands grasped her head and the man began to fuck her face with some intensity. Five - ten - fifteen strokes and then he pulled her off his dick by her hair. Two strokes with his hand and he came. Six heavy spurts of black seed on her face. She just managed to close her eyes in time but felt his cum hit her. After a few seconds she cautiously opened one eye and saw the third man turn from Shan and stroke his cock at her. Three more splashes of semen and she knew that she was covered in their loads.

"Cum-glazed ho for sure," laughed a man as he did his pants up.

"Pretty good - I'd give her house room."

"Skanky ho ain't coming in my house - but she ever need work I'd put her out on the street for me."

"True, true. It looks like a ho, it act like a ho - it sho nuff is a ho."

"Thanks girls, time we got back to our wives," a man chuckled as they left the shop.

Shan had been busy catching any cum dripping from Jessica's face. She then began licking one side of Jessica's face clean while scooping up seed from the other in her hand to feed it to her new pet. Jess gulped it down and then noticed what Shan was using to mop up any stray cum from the floor. It was her own dark-blue designer outfit.

When Shan was satisfied she threw the ruined clothes in the trash. "Looks like you'll be wearing your new outfit the rest of the day." Jess looked down.

"It ain't the dress that's classy, sugar," said Alysha, "its the girl inside. That's why the guys like you dressed right. Round here when a classy white girl gets in an outfit like that then its for one reason. 'Cos she wants a hard Black dick to get into her. All the men know it and it makes their beautiful big Black cocks hard and ready."

"Get those heels back on," said Shan. "they send a message too."

Jessica put her jacket and heels back on and tottered back upright.

"You a girl who don't dress for comfort or convenience; you dress to look good for men. And you here - so you dressing to impress Black men. Besides, in them heels, you ain't gonna be able to run away from a brotha," cackled Alysha.
After Jess had washed her face in a stained basin Leez handed her a bottle of water. "Best drink some, hun. Girls on the street always spit. Swallow too much cum and you can get nauseous. Guys don't like hos that spit tho - so you best remember to drink plenty after you swallow."

Jessica's credit card took a fierce battering before they left the shop. Looking back later Jessica guessed that Leez had probably stuck an extra zero on the end of the bill. Whether that was true or not Leez shouted to Alysha as they left the shop. "If she don't work out for Taylor then bring her back here, there'll always be employment fo' little white hos round here."

Jessica's head was almost in a daze as the two women - each holding one of her arms - led her down the street three or four stores to her next stop.

"This is our treat, since you're being such a good girl," purred Shan. Jessica was sat down in front of a mirror and a young girl began buffing and working on her nails.

"QOS," said Shan.

The girl giggled. "Seeing more and more white girls wanting that," she said as she got to work.

Another young Black woman was stood behind Jess and teasing at her hair. "This hair seem natural, hun, that right?"

Jessica nodded.

"Hmmmn. Normally I tell you blue-eyed white girls to go blonde but the guys do love some red hair. So I think we'll just give you enough color to make it look less natural. Show you've made an effort for yo' man."

Jessica just relaxed and let the young women do their work while Alysha and Shan chatted on their phones.

Soon Jess was admiring her nails. The girl had done a fine job. Each nail was trimmed, smoothed and buffed. Then each had the 'Queen of Spades' design painted on. The little black spade, as a playing card, with a white 'Q' contained within it. Jessica had learned what that meant early in her new life as a white slut. Her hair had just been slightly trimmed and shaped before it had been colored. It was no longer auburn and it certainly wasn't ginger - now it was fire-engine red. It was complemented by a similar shade of lip-stick that the first girl had applied.

Alysha looked Jess up and down. "We're getting there, sugar. Just booked you with Dr Nikola for your last electrolysis session. Keep you nice and smooth down there. Black men and girls won't accept getting stubble in the face when they're feastin' on that fine pink pussy. Besides, there's nothing like seeing a fine Black baby-maker sliding into a smooth bare white cunt."

Another beating for the credit card and it was a little further along the street to Jessica's last shopping stop for the day. The beauty parlor had been clean, bright and well furnished. This shop had obviously been years since it had been painted. It seemed clean but it was so dingy from the outside that you couldn't really tell. In the windows were numerous photographs of the owner's handiwork. The work might have been pretty good but the photographs were old, faded and curling. All you could really tell was that this shop traded in tattoos and piercings.

Jessica braced momentarily but a firm hand in the small of her back soon resumed her progress forward into the shop.

Jessica Meets Izeye

"We just closing up," came a voice from the back room.

"Can that shit, Izeye," laughed Shan, "we've brought you a treat."

"Izeye is an artist, baby," breathed Alysha into Jessica's ear, "his ink is amazing. Not to mention his other talents."

"Shan, girl, now when YOU finally come for some ink I'll get my needles ready real quick," said the voice. "Hang, who is this fine piece of merchandise?"

Izeye emerged with his eyes fixed on Jessica. You could almost see him calculating just how much money could be made from her. Jessica felt her heart beat and her mouth go dry. This was a powerful Black man and it was pretty clear that he took what he wanted when he wanted it. It also seemed obvious that what he wanted at this precise moment was her.

Izeye was clearly a man who worked out. He wore a black muscle shirt to show off the definition of his body. The coal-black skin of his arms bulged and showed the rippling intricate ink designs of his tattoos. Those designs also emerged from his shirt to cover his neck. Only his face was free from tattoos and it clearly showed his interest in her.

"She here with me, Izeye," said Alysha warningly, "she belongs to me for today. Tomorrow, who knows."

The big man paused, considered and then nodded. "OK, for today. But tomorrow, or the next day, she's gonna need to be doing what she was made for. When she does you bring her to me, you hear." He turned to Jess, "Now strip, girl, so I can see what I've got to work with."

One advantage of her new outfit was that it really didn't take long to get out if it. Soon Jessica was naked and stood in front of Izeye. He was still carefully appraising her as if she was an animal at the market that he was thinking of buying.

"Skin is my business and I ain't seen much finer than this." A calloused finger brushed round Jessica's back and over her belly causing Jessica to shiver. "Don't worry, girl," he chuckled, "it out of your hands now. We gonna decide what's best for you, Alysha and me."

He had clearly made one decision because he went and got a few packets of sterilised needles. When he returned he resumed his scrutiny. A big hand cupped her breast and his thumb teased her nipple and encouraged it to become fully erect. "Damn fine," Izeye growled. His eyes suddenly fixed on Jessica's. "30D, no probably 32D?" Jess nodded. Izeye approved. "Small feet and nice titties, just like I like 'em. But, of course, you could always do with bigger. G- or H-Cups would look amazing on that slim body of yours."

He glanced down and frowned a little. "Trimmed pussy don't cut it round here. You wanna graduate from the bush leagues then you gotta lose ALL that stubble, hear me."

"That's all sorted" cut in Shan, "her last electrolysis session is next week."

"Hmmn," pondered Izeye, "that's good. Now, what you all here for Alysha - if you ain't givin her to me."

"Your wife's found her some new outfits..."

The big man laughed harshly, "Thought I recognised the style."

"Now we need YOUR expertise. For a price of course..."

"...of course. But she looks too upscale for the average slut and I don't want no come-back from her."

"Shan'll get the camera and film it all."

The white woman delved into her bag for a small hand-held camera.

Izeye took Jessica's chin between two long black fingers. "Well, slut, you public in the lifestyle yet?"

Jess nodded her head

"Won't need the hood then," said Izeye.

"Shit, with the signal here, we can put this stream out live," gushed Shan excitedly.

"First thing on film, slut, is you'll be signing this consent form," Izeye was all business now.

"What's it consent for?" asked Jess.

"Don't worry about that," he answered, "we'll fill the details in afterwards."

"You're not going to embarrass us when we turn the feed on," warned Alysha, "I'd be very disappointed if it turned out you haven't got what it takes..."

"Feed's up," chirped Shan, as she began filming.

Izeye put the form in front of Jessica with a pen. "Sign it and then go lie on my couch - that'll show you give informed consent for all that's happening today."

Jessica looked at him. It wasn't informed consent - as a lawyer she was well aware of that - but the recorded images would tell another story.

She looked at the couch. It was like a modern dentist's couch - motorised and totally adjustable. However, unlike a dentist's couch, it had leather cuffs at each corner, apparently designed to hold a person's wrists and ankles. Once on that couch she would be completely at their mercy.

But wasn't that what life as a Taylor Prospect was all about. You periodically entrusted yourself to a Tyrone or an Antwan or whoever was assigned to test your worthiness to be the ultimate white slut for the Black man's pleasure. You did things you'd never have thought of doing. You took risks and the more willing you were to do so the more happy your minder would be and the closer you would be to earning their approval.

Shan filmed and could almost hear the thoughts rushing through Jessica's mind. This was always a fun moment - the moment they gave themselves up. She smiled as she saw the woman sign the form and then walk over and get on the couch.

Instantly, Alysha and Izeye moved to secure Jessica's wrists and ankles in the couch's leather cuffs

"Important you don't move when I'm at work," explained Izeye with a wicked leer. "Girl seem nervous, you nervous ho?"

Jessica swallowed hard. "Err, no, ummm, sir..."

Izeye gave a mirthless laugh. "Good attitude but she needs to relax. You girls gonna help her?"

Alysha took the camera from Shan who moved between Jessica's spread legs. Izeye touched a button and the chair's end eased down to leave Jessica's pussy totally exposed and vulnerable. The older woman explored with her fingers and tongue before concentrating on Jessica's clit.

"Oh my God," said Jessica, squirming in her bonds. Shan had been around long enough to know exactly how to please a girl - especially one who hadn't long been used to another woman working her pussy.

Suddenly Jessica, still struggling with the feelings flooding through her body, found Alysha leaning over her face. "Enjoying that, hun? Well its only fair that someone receiving should also be giving." The Black woman moved over Jessica who was suddenly well aware that Alysha was now also naked from the waist down.

As Jessica looked up she saw a hairy Black pussy descending onto her mouth. "Time you got to work, hun," purred Alysha, "and you know my rules. If you do a really good job then I'll probably let you breathe."

Jessica heard a deep male chuckle just as the warm wetness of mature pussy descended onto her face. For a second she really thought that she was going to be smothered where she lay, strapped to the tattoo parlor chair. She kissed and licked frantically, panting for breath. Just as she felt she couldn't breathe Alysha edged back a little and Jessica took a deep breath through her nose. As she paused Alysha moved back over her and forced her to work hard to please the Black cunt that had suddenly become the very focus of her existence.

Alysha toyed with Jessica like a big black cat with a little white mouse. When Jessica worked hard licking and pleasuring her then Alysha would allow her to breath. Any hesitation and Jess knew that she faced being smothered in the Black woman's sex.

All the time Shan was still using her fingers and mouth on Jessica's pussy and the young woman also faintly felt slight pressure on other parts of her body.

Finally, Alysha nodded at Shan and the latter began a merciless assault on Jessica's helpless clit. Jess almost howled her climax into Alysha's cunt.

Finally, the hairy Black pussy was removed and after a few seconds Alysha again looked into Jessica's eyes. Jessica's mouth and nose were covered in pussy juice. Alysha gently kissed her to show her approval. "I might break my own rules and ask Taylor if I can have you for a pet full-time. I know James would approve. You'll just be eating pussy and popping out black baby after black baby. Just like you was always meant to."

"Aw shit," said an exasperated Izeye, "this one of Taylor's girls?"

"A prospect," said Shan.

"Damn, I was looking forward to marking her." He waved a hand at the helpless woman on his couch.

Jessica looked down her body and saw that he had drawn words and designs on her naked body with a marker pen while Alysha had been distracting her. On one breast was written 'Black Owned' and on the other was 'White Ho.' On her stomach was the classic Queen of Spades Emblem with 'For Black Only' written around her pussy. Izeye had begun a design on her arm of a naked white woman embracing a black bull. He held up a mirror and she saw he had written his name in gothic script on her neck. "I like to sign my work," he explained, "I'd been planning two full sleeves and another design covering your whole back. But Taylor likes to control his girls' ink."

"I think she'd look great with those tattoos," said Shan. "Really advertises her devotion to the cause."

"No, Izeye's right, Taylor likes to control what ink goes on his girls," asserted Alysha. "Will those designs wash off?"

"After a while," said Izeye, "shouldn't be able to see 'em much after a few days scrubbin'."

"Best be careful what you wear for a while, girl," advised the Black woman, "that asshole firm of yours might not approve!" She nearly broke a rib laughing. "Anyway, Izeye, you have other talents..."

The big man paused and then smiled. "Taylor got no problems with them, as I recall,"

"None at all," the women agreed in unison.

"Well my price is one tattoo and since you been spinning me a line we'll make it a real meaningful one. 'White ho for Nigga cock' tattooed right across her forehead."

"Hey, NO!" shouted Jessica. She strained against the leather cuffs but she was held securely.

"Damn, that's hot," breathed Shan

Alysha seemed to consider, "Shit, either I'm in charge here or Taylor is. I want to see you play with her so if that's your price then perhaps you should go ahead."

"NOOOOO," wailed Jessica. "Please don't, please don't do this."

Izeye slowly pulled on gloves and then picked up his tattoo gun.

Jessica looked desperately to Alysha and Shan - but both women seemed fascinated by whatever was on their phones. She looked back to Izeye. "Please..." she whimpered.

A gloved black hand took hold of her chin. She couldn't move her face now and saw the tattoo gun descending towards her. No-one was going to help her unless...

"VANILLA!" she yelled. It was her safe word. One she could only use once - and now she had used it.

Alysha breathed a long low sigh of relief. This had always worked before but, for one terrible moment, she'd actually thought the crazy cracka was going to call their bluff. Maybe she really would have let her beautiful face be permanently marked just to stay on the program.

Alysha hid her relief and made her voice stern and scolding. "I never thought you had what it took. Little thing like that and you're crying and wailing and shouting safe-words. Don't you understand about contracts, lawyer-lady? Weren't you told we would never force you to suffer permanent injury or disfiguration? Where was your trust in your mistress?"

Jessica did remember the club manager Jenny saying that, long ago. "But the tattoo..." said Jessica.

Izeye gave a brilliant smile and held up the tattoo gun. "These things can't do much till you put the needle in." He chuckled and then was serious. "I may not look too smart but facially tattooing a white girl against her will on camera? How many years would I get for that?"

"You fooled me," said Jess quietly, finally understanding now that her terror had subsided. She struggled against her cuffs again.

"They just made things simple," said Shan, "so much easier when that silly safe-word is out of the way. Now when your Black master or mistress requires you to do something you can just obey without having to think about it."

"Not that YOU knew it was a trick," said Alysha with a sideways glance at the older white woman. She took Jessica's cheek in her hand. "Has serving us ever not brought you rewards? I have my dog at home and I would never hurt him - I love him. Just like my dog you white girls have to be trained and you have to learn obedience - but when you are ready to give us your trust then it is so beautiful and you will be so fulfilled."

The African-American woman undid the leather restraints. "No more tricks or tom-foolery. The door's over there if you want to go. Otherwise, Izeye can start work."

Jessica looked at the big man. He gave her a smile - but was it of reassurance or of triumph. She made her decision and stayed on the couch.

"That's settled then," said Alysha.

Izeye walked across to a set of cupboards and pulled one open. He took out a leather object and came across to Jess. He carefully removed her gold necklace and dropped it into Alysha's hand. "Take that down to Zeke's and tell him to make some adjustments." The Black woman left but was back within a couple of minutes.

Meantime, Izeye had attached the leather object around Jessica's neck. It was a broad collar with a metal ring attached to the front. It almost operated as a stock, holding Jessica's chin up. "Comfortable, ho?" asked Izeye without the slightest pretence of concern.

"It's tight," gasped Jess.

"Better than the iron slave collars your ancestors put on mine," was his answer but he did move to ease the collar. Now Jess found she could breath easier but the collar still held her chin up and she knew she could never be really comfortable with it on.

Izeye took a chain and threaded it through the ring on the front of the collar. Then he took a small metal clamp on one end of the chain and attached it to Jessica's right nipple.

"Owww."

"Just a little pain for a few seconds and then you'll find you feel something else." Izeye was already fingering her left nipple to erection. "I love these - nothing better than a nice long sensitive pair of nipples." He attached the clamp at the other end of the chain to Jessica's left nipple.

There was no reaction this time. Jessica had already realised that after momentary pain the clamps felt really good.

Izeye went back to his cupboard and returned with a long white rope. "Lots of amateurs use any old rope - causes abrasions and discomfort. Feel how soft this rope is."

Jessica touched the rope - it certainly did feel smooth and soft.

"Stand up," Izeye ordered.

Jessica got off the couch and felt the new sensations in her nipples. Immediately her pussy responded to their arousal. The afternoon might not be so bad after all!

Izeye worked skilfully and quickly - knotting the rope after passing it round Jessica's naked body several times. "Beautiful white rope for a beautiful white subject. This is the real Japanese rope bondage - not too many folk over here can do it properly. Make most of my money nowadays doing this for movies or private parties. Too many people want to half-ass it with bondage gear or try to do it without the training and get themselves in trouble. I put that collar on you as its your first time - just so you know there can't be any problems with your neck. Reassurance, like. Next time we can do it properly if you feeling brave." He gave her that confident smile again as his skilled fingers continued to work.

Jessica knew when she was watching a master at work. His fingers nimbly knotted the rope until it formed a sparse network around her body. Rope lay under her breasts keeping them held proudly up for inspection. Rope curled round the collar on her neck and then down her back to re-emerge between her legs - the rope just in contact with her bare pussy. The rope was also curled and intertwined to run around her chest just above her tits and around her hips in a sort of belt. The man tugged a little and all the rope went close to her body - she felt the pressure on her pussy slightly increase.

Finally, Izeye stepped back. "That comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes, I hardly know its there."

The man smiled, "Not yet. Just one more addition for the moment. He produced a smaller piece of the same rope. "Put your hands behind your back."

Jess obeyed and felt her hands tied by the soft rope. She experimentally tried tugging her hands apart. The knot tightened and, though the soft rope did not hurt, her ability to move her hands was even more restricted.

"You want your payment now?" asked Alysha.
"Nah," said Izeye, "this is just for demonstration purposes." With a swift movement he grasped the rope at Jess' back and swept her forward before gently lowering her on her knees. Jessica could feel how strong he was and, in his ropes, how utterly helpless she was. Her pussy got wetter at the thought - or perhaps it was just that damn soft pressure of the rope on her pussy and now her clit. She might be able to get upright - but not if he didn't want her too.

Strong hands grasped her head around her ears and fingers hooked into her newly reddened hair. "You see the potential," came his deep voice. "You give a blow-job totally controlled by your master - or perhaps a mistress assisting him. He controls the rhythmn and depth of your service - perhaps he wants to see you gag or practice some breath-play with his big Black cock blocking your airways. You are simply a warm wet beautiful hole for him to pleasure himself with. Your whole world is that beautiful black cock and making it get off. Such potential with a woman like you."

With one hand he bodily picked Jessica up by the rope at her back and put her back on her feet. He'd done it as though she weighed nothing. Those muscles clearly weren't just for show.

"If you ever get tired of Taylor then a woman like you would do very well in our custom video market. Nothing TOO heavy - but we could explore your natural submissiveness. I think you'd find it fun - I certainly would. Anyway its something for you to think about."

Izeye stood behind Jessica and reached into his pocket. He produced two wide strips of a satin-like black material. One was looped round Jessica's mouth and tied before she really knew what was happening. The other followed - covering her eyes.

"Now for a little sensory deprivation play. Somehow losing the vision makes other perceptions sharper. He touched the chain attached to Jessica's nipple clamps and heard a muffled yelp. He smiled his satisfaction at the proof of his statement.

Then Jessica felt herself picked up and carried a short distance. She was raised in the air and the hands withdrew from her body. She kicked her legs but made no contact with anything. She was hung - suspended - and she felt her body find its balance - at about a 60-degree angle but with her head fortunately raised. The ropes were a little tighter everywhere due to the pressure from where the rope behind her back had been hooked up. She felt that extra pressure especially between her legs and even that little bit of gravity on the chain was sending small twinges through her clamped nipples.

A door closed. She realised that she'd been taken into a back-room and just hung up here. Next door she could only hear muffled noises - talking and movements. Under her blindfold there was perfect darkness. She hung, feeling the effects of the rope on her body and waited.

It was probably only five minutes and then she heard a door open - but it didn't seem to be the same door. She was becoming disorientated.

"Shit, man, they're fifteen points up. They gonna make the spread easy - you just deluding yo'self if you think they gonna ease off now. Oh my sweet lord..."

"What's that" - a long whistle - "now that's what I call half-time entertainment."

"What you two assholes... Well, well , well - old Izeye has surely done us proud. What that say on her back there?"

"It just sez 'Happy Birthday - Enjoy your present.'"

"Damn and she a pretty thing too so you can be real sure I'm gonna do just that."

Jessica's ears strained to hear more and they did - the noise of a zipper being unfastened.

She could tell there were at least three men in the room - all African-American to judge by their voices. A hand gently tugged on the chain holding her nipple clamps. "Mhhhppff," she responded.

Another hand slapped her butt and caused her to sway forward on her rope. "Don't you try and get away," playfully scolded a voice. Now a hand held her hip while the other slapped her butt hard.

"MmmmPPFF," she responded. She felt finger-tips gently tracing the side of her body and shivered a little. There seemed to be sensations coming from everywhere and without warning. Except that she had been given one warning - that zipper. Now she felt the tight rope pulled out of the entrance to her pussy and pushed to one side by strong fingers. Then there was another pressure.

"Damn this girl's good and wet and ready," came a voice and Jessica felt him enter her. He was no mythically huge Black man but he was plenty enough for Jessica's needs in her currently excited state.

"MMMPPFFF," she yelled.

A hand twisted down her gag. "What was that, baby?"

"YEESSS, fuck me hard!" The gag was replaced and the man started to do just that. He quickly acclimatized himself to Jessica's body swinging on the rope and timed his strokes to operate alongside that generated momentum.

Another of the men must have knelt down under her because she felt a mouth on her breast. The sensations seemed amplified by the nipple clamps and she squirmed and let out little muffled noises from her gagged mouth.

"Fellas, you wouldn't believe what this girl got written on her titties. By the way she's acting its all true tho. Cum in the little slut so I can get a piece."

"What you think I'm gonna do - you just wait your turn. I'm gonna make sure this nut's a good 'un. If she primed to breed then your slow-assed seed gonna be way late to the party. Gonna be my little nigga bastard growing in this fine white bitch."

"UUUggghhhh," howled Jessica.

"Shit - you see that. The bitch just came. Guess she must be ready for a black baby in her. That must be why old Izeye wanted us tested - so we could all nut in her pussy."

"Well, we can oblige her. Since she can't see us we ain't gotta worry about paying no child support." There was a raucous cackle of laughter.

Jessica was well and truly 'in the zone.' As the first Black man continued his fast fucking of her wet and ready pussy she considered her position. All three were going to fuck her and seed her while she hung helpless to resist, even if she wanted to. They didn't know her or love her or care about her - she was just their afternoon's entertainment. Not even that - she was just the half-time break from their real business - watching the big game. Just a few minutes fun for them - using her and, for all they knew, breeding her.

"UUUGGGHHHHH," she howled again.

"FUCK," he yelled and held her hard to him as his cock shot strong ropes of Black seed deep inside her pussy. "Bitch came again and made me nut." He held her a few seconds and then pushed her forward off his cock.

"Yeah, that's what I call a properly bred white cunt. You boys are welcome to try her but any egg in there is already well accounted for."

"Ah, shut up man. Bad 'nuff we getting sloppy used cunt without havin' to listen to your shit. Never hurts to give these cracka sluts another load or two - make sure of 'em. This one'll look real pretty in nine months time all full of Black baby."

"Damn right - now fuck her hard and fast 'cos the second half's about to start."

In fact the final period was well under way by the time they had finished. When the men had left, still careful not to show their faces to the camera blinking in the corner, Jessica just lay in her rope sling and felt the excess seed drip from her pussy. She heard the slight sound of it land and pool on the concrete floor over which she hung. After a few minutes she revived and heard a curious buzzing noise from next door along with occasional voices.

Making His Mark

Finally, Izeye emerged and picked her up off her suspension hook. He dropped her back on her feet, untied her hands and removed her blindfold and gag.

"How'd you like it?" he enquired.

"It was amazing. Who were they?"

"Just some friends of mine - you don't need to know any names. All you need to know is they enjoyed fucking you." He started back next door, "Come on - Shan's had enough of a break. She hasn't enjoyed this afternoon quite so much. I have - been looking forward to inking her for a long time."

Shan was on the couch with her belly exposed. She wasn't secured but another Black man was holding her hand. "Now, girl, you know you wanted to see Jess over there marked. And you know I've wanted you marked for a long time. Just foolishness to put it off any longer. You gonna look so fine."

The glare from Shan suggested she was far from convinced. But when Izeye asked if she was ready to finish up the woman just gave a rueful look and nodded. "My husband won't be satisfied until this is done so you'd better get on with it."

Jessica watched with interest - it didn't take a clairvoyant to realise this might be in her future. Izeye was quick but precise - clearly he was a man of serious skills. The design was fairly small but distinct. A BMW car badge but here the words around the blue and white quartered circle were Black Man's Woman. Then around the outside were the words 'Leroy,' 'Marcus' and 'Samuel'.

"That's her husband and the names of their two boys," explained Alysha, "beautiful isn't it. Looks so good on her. Leroy's been wanting her to have it for years - she was always too scared until today."

"What happened today?"

"Leroy heard what she said about Izeye marking you and said she got to show you how its done. Now you can see how simple it is. All those years worrying and fearing the needle. When your Black master or mistress takes charge its so much better or you. A beautiful tattoo marking her love for her men - what could be more appropriate."

Jessica was very well aware that Alysha seemed to be talking about Shan, lying there and feeling the bite of the tattooist's needle, but she could equally well be talking about her, Jessica. It could be her skin being permanently marked in recognition of her devotion to, and ownership by, the Black race. She shivered a little and felt moisture run down her thigh. Was it hers or from the men earlier - did it matter?

Shan winced and gripped her husband's hand tighter as the needle bit home adding one last area of colour to the design. Then she gasped in relief as Izeye shut off his machine. He swabbed the design carefully and admired his handiwork before applying a light covering. "I gave Leroy the leaflet on after-care. Shouldn't be any issues but you know where I am. That's a neat job if I do say so myself."

Leroy helped Shan off the table and then Izeye turned back to Jess, "On the table, girl, so I can finish you up."

Jess looked at Alysha who just arched a quizzical eyebrow over one of her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes. Jess knew it was a test and so once again she got up on the couch.

"Time to collect my fee and to fulfil Taylor's requirements. You bring it?"

Alysha handed over a sealed package. Izeye unwrapped a sterilized needle. "See your ears are pierced girl."

Jessica nodded - they'd been done as a young girl.

"This is the same principle - just in the upper part of your ear not the lobe. The collar will help you keep your head still. Been down the farm and seen the livestock with their ear-tags to show who they belong to?" He saw that she understood now. "Yes, same principle again. This little red and black tag with a 'T' on it goes in your upper ear. Nice and visible so people understand you with Taylor. Help keep you safe and help prove who you belong to. Ready?"

Jessica nodded and felt him take a hold on her ear. These was a moment's pause and then a slight pain as he forced his piercing tool through the cartilage. A few seconds later there was a second pain at the top of her ear.

"We call this an industrial. The jewellery pierces your ear in two places so it is held nice and securely. Taylor gets you the best titanium core with enamel finish for the design." He was working quickly as he distracted her with his talk. Soon the jewellery was in position and then screwed tightly into place.

"There - that's Taylor's business done. Just the one ear - you'll sleep on the other side for the next few months. Trust me you'll only try lying on this one once. Got a leaflet there for after-care - number on there if you concerned about anything. Which brings us to my fee."

He undid a single knot and the rope harness fell away from her body. Then he paused at her collar and tugged on the chain attached to it. Jessica gasped at the momentary pain and sensation from the clamps on her nipples.

"Yes, that decides my fee. Since you like these clamps so much we'll make it permanent. Keep those lovely long nipples ready for action. Ready?"

Jessica couldn't deny how much she liked wearing the clamps, even sometimes the pain before the pleasure overwhelmed it. She lay back and closed her eyes - trying to relax. She felt him take off the clamps and then swab the still erect nipple. A moment later and a sharp pain. Her eyes shot open and then she clamped them shut again. Izeye was working the tool out and her first nipple jewellery in. Soon the process was repeated on her second nipple.

Izeye again admired his work. "Damn, they do look good on you. Combi piercings - bar bell and ring all in one. Maximum stimulation and a little something for a man to play with." He took one last look. "You're done - think about my offer and come back if you ever get tired of Taylor. That beautiful skin was just made for my ink."

At that moment a young African-American girl entered the shop and handed Izeye a package. He opened it and nodded his approval. "This was paid for on the lady's card?"

"Thass all fine, wasn't cheap tho - doing a custom job without notice an' all."

Izeye chuckled. "That's OK. You have to pay for the best." He removed Jessica's gold necklace from the package and replaced it around the neck of the white woman, who had been struggling back into her newly-acquired outfit. He nodded. "Completes the picture nicely."

Jessica looked down. The heart, the symbol of romance, had gone from her necklace. Instead it had been replaced by the QOS emblem, that ever more widely recognised mark of a woman's devotion to big Black cock.

"From now on," said Alysha, "you wear that at all times. Easy enough to tuck it out of sight when you're at work. But you'll always know that's it's there and you'll always know what it says about you to everyone that sees it. Which is, after all, the whole damn point. Come on, bitch, let's take you home."

Back Home

Jessica was back only a couple of hours before she heard the pounding beat of a car stereo turned up way too loud. The expensive car halted and out got Emily before leaning back in to kiss Antwan goodbye. Then she was into the house and giggling like a school-girl. "Jess, you can't imagine where we went and what we've been doing. Antwan is amazing!"

Jess smiled to herself. The adrenaline was running strongly through her younger friend's veins. In time its effects would fade and she might suffer the same come-down that Jess herself had. She couldn't be sure what Emily had been doing last night but she could be pretty sure it went against all of her old upbringing and most of her previously accepted codes of behaviour.

Still, Emily need not worry. Jessica would be right here to help her through any concerns or regrets. Jessica would make sure that, just like herself, Emily would continue to follow her destiny as a slut for the Black man - with ALL that that entailed.