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Chapter 1
Why am I such a slut? I knew my need for young cock was going to get me in trouble one day. I love my wonderful husband so much. But I can't stop wanting those hard, wanting cocks inside me. I've been fucked so often that I've lost count. And I've sucked even more cock than that. But until recently I had never been caught. Mark, a friend of my husband had caught me. He had pictures of me on my knees sucking a young black man.
I had gone to a local skate park to watch the boys. I had done this many times before and I suspected the boys knew why I was there. It wasn't long before a young black man had walked up to my car. He confidently put both hands on my open window and leaned in closely. He could clearly see my short tennis outfit, the skirt pulled up to just below my moist pussy lips, and my red high heels. It wasn't long before we walked to some nearby bushes so I could take his wonderful cock into my mouth.
I hadn't seen Mark and his camera but he had clearly seen me. The pictures showed the lust on my face. It was so clearly me, a fine upstanding former college counselor on my knees in the dirt acting like a wanton whore.
"I'm impressed that you could deep throat that young man's cock, Wendy," Mark said
"Fuck you Mark" I quietly, almost meekly replied.
"Wendy, should I show these pictures to your husband? I am his friend. Isn't it my duty, as a friend, to tell him his wife is fucking around on him?"
"Please don't Mark. It'll ruin him. It'll ruin our marriage! Plus, that's the only time I've ever done that!! It was a one time mistake." Mark looked at me as we sat at an out-door cafe near my house. My eyes were welling with tears and the thought of my life crashing around me. But I only saw lust and cold-calculations going on in his eyes. He was going to use this information to blackmail me. I knew it.
"Wendy," Mark said very quietly and deliberately, "our relationship is now very different now. For this new relationship to get off on the right foot I need you to understand a few things and to be honest with me. I know you've been at that park before. After you left I asked some of the young men who the hot-slut was? They all seemed to know you Wendy. Now tell me the truth, how many cocks have you sucked besides your husband's?"
I considered my options but I knew I had none. I would have to do as he said. I would have to be honest with him. Over the next hour I told him about my other life. He had always known me as the prim, proper, loving wife but now he was listening to me confess my nasty, slutty alter-ego. His eyes filled with lust as I confessed how many cocks I had sucked and fucked. I could see his trousers bulge nicely as I told him how I had been taken by many young black men, frequently 2 or 3 at a time. My pussy began to drip, and I began to feel a wonderful weight lift off me as I confessed all my sins. At some point he stopped asking and I just began regaling my various stories. How I had blown delivery guys, how I walked around flashing young men, how I once fucked my son's teacher to get him a better grade.
Finally Mark stopped my slutty rambling, "Wendy, I want you to go the bathroom and take off your panties. You are to come back with them in your hand and give them to me. Is that clear?"
Shyly I lowered my eyes and whispered, "I can't do that Mark."
"Wendy you are now my slut unless you want me to show your husband these pictures. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then go take your fucking panties off, slut!," Mark growled.
"I'm sorry sir but I can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't wear any today, sir" I said as I smiled up at him.
Mark quickly asked for the check, paid it and we left in his car. Mark acted normally, discussing life, as he drove. He clearly had a destination in mind but he never mentioned it. It was clear that he was using these pictures to blackmail me into being his sex-toy, his slut, to be whatever he wanted. And, to be honest, I was now so turned on I would've done anything he asked. I wanted his cock in my mouth and deep in my pussy.
Soon Mark parked in a run-down area of town. There was a collection of basketball courts across the dirty street. My breath caught in my throat as I saw dozens of young black men, without their shirts on, playing basketball. Mark roughly grabbed my thighs and spread them wide, jamming two fingers in my now gushing pussy. "Do you like what you see, slut?"
"Yesssss," I hissed.
"Then cum for me, bitch. Cum for me thinking of all those black guys stuffing their cocks in you. Imagine you're naked on the asphalt over there and they're all taking turns stuffing you full of cock. You'd like that wouldn't you SLUT?"
I came like a volcano as I screamed, "YES, YES, YES!!!"
As I came down to earth I saw through my half closed eyes that I had drawn the attention of some of the players with my orgasmic shouts. Mark grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head to his crotch. "Be a good slut and suck my cock." Without question I slobbered all over it, knowing that the young men in the distance could plainly see what I was doing. Mark put the car in gear and began to drive by the park, giving all the boys a good view of my head bobbing up and down on his long, thick cock. As we passed the courts I could hear hoots and yells about what a slut I was, or how they wanted a turn, or how Mark should drop the white lady off there. Mark just slowly drove on and headed back to get my car. The whole time I sucked his cock he spoke to me, calling me names, telling me what a whore I was. He told me that unless I wanted his pictures to get into my husband's hands I was going to be his personal bitch, slut. I just moaned my acquiescence. He had me - I was now his toy to do with what he wanted. He was going to blackmail me into becoming an even bigger slut. I knew that...and it excited me.
Soon he shot his cum deep into my throat. I swallowed for all I was worth but there was so much of it. Clearly he had been excited about showing off his slut. Oh my god, he loved that I was a slut - he was the perfect man for me. I wiped some of his cum off my chin as I sat up and saw that we were sitting in the parking lot next to my car.
"Your husband goes out of town on business this weekend right?"
"Yes sir"
"Good. Friday night I'll be coming over with a few friends. Say around 8. Be ready for us. Now get out, go home and get cleaned up before your husband gets home."
"Yes sir" With that I climbed out of the car on shaky legs, climbed into my car and drove the short distance home. For the rest of the week I kept wondering what Mark was planning for Friday night. What was he going to make his slut do?
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