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I didn't hear from Jerome again until he texted me the following Friday morning asking what I had going on for Saturday. My daughter had another cheer competition so I informed him that I was going to support her. He told me that he wished I was free, as he wanted to see me. Actually what he said, was that he wanted to use my slutty holes, but it meant the same thing to me. Of course I wanted to see Jerome as well, but I knew I couldn't miss my daughter's performance so to try and please him, I asked if there was anything I could do that would make up for the fact that I wouldn't be able to meet up with him.

Jerome: In fact I believe there are some things you can do to make up for the fact that your holes are unavailable for my use.

Me: Anything ;)

Jerome: That's what I like to hear slut. To start, I think you should go to her competition wearing only a dress; no underwear.

Me: I can do that.

Jerome: You should also stuff your cunt with a pair of your daughter's panties before you go as well. I know how much you loved doing it the other night.

Me: Do you want me to leave them in while I am at her competition?

Jerome: Yes. Stuff them all the way in, but leave just the tag of the panties hanging out.

Me: Oh god, that sounds so naughty.

Jerome: You will also bring your hood with you in your purse.

Me: Is that so I can make more content for you to post online?

Jerome: Of course slut, and I also have an idea on how to up the look of said content, but it will require you going out today and picking up a few items.

Me: I will happily get whatever you request.

Jerome: I want you to get a slave collar and tag for yourself, but you are not to do so at a sex shop. Instead, you will purchase the collar at a petshop, and have a custom tag made at the machine they have in the store.

Me: I am wet from the thought.

Jerome: Pick out a black leather collar, and pair it with a red heart tag. At the machine you are to have it engraved to say "Cheating Slut."

Me: Consider it done.

Jerome: Great. Make sure to take a picture of yourself wearing it to send to me. I'll be in touch on Saturday with further instructions.

Me: Okay, I can't wait.

I was practically dripping wet after our text conversation, and was couldn't wait for Saturday. It would be such a wickedly naughty day, I knew that for sure. The moment our text exchange ended, I rushed to my bedroom to get dressed to go out and pick up the materials Jerome had requested. I had been naked when he had contacted me, so when I went to dress I didn't really feel like putting too much on. Also, I thought about what I was going to be wearing the next day and figured I should go for a test run in only a dress. I pulled a simple summer dress from my closet; one that I usually made sure to wear underwear with, but this time would be going without. The light fabric on my skin felt amazing and I knew that the following day would be a huge turn on. Grabbing my purse I headed out the door.

The nearest pet shop was in the center of town, but at that time of day I figured it wouldn't be that busy. After only a short drive I was soon pulling into the parking lot of the shopping complex, and then walking into the store. Just as I had figured, the place was practically empty except for the few employees. I made a beeline to the pet accessories aisle, and searched for the collars. They were easy found, and I soon began to look through them for only the black leather ones. There was only a small selection that met my criteria, and most were studded or bedazzled which I didn't really care for. I selected one that was a thin strip of black leather. It had a typical fastener, and the ring to a leash on the opposite side. Holding the item in my hand I realized I had no idea if it would fit, or what size to get. The only way to know which size would be correct would be to try them on, which was fine if I was testing them out on a dog, but I would have to put them on my own neck.

I was again thankful for the scarcity of other customers. Not wanting to think too much about the absurdity of trying on dog collars in public, I quickly brought one of them up to try and pull around my neck. The first one was too small, so I discarded it and grabbed the next size up. Again, after repeating the process, it too was too small and I had to test out another. Eventually, after four attempts, I found one that I thought would fit just right. Satisfied, I noticed the leashes and figured I might as well get one as the thought of Jerome leading me around like a pet honestly got me wet.

With the two items in hand, I headed back towards the front of the store and the registers. I was quickly checked out, and stationed at the self-serve kiosk for custom tag making. There were a variety of options and styles to choose from, but Jerome had already informed me as to what he wanted. I quickly chose the red heart shaped tag, and then typed in my custom name; "Cheating Slut." I blushed as I typed, but knew that it was a true name tag for me. I was a cheating slut, and I loved it. It took a few moments for the machine to engrave the name on the metal tag, but eventually it was spit out and I was able to attach it to the collar.

In my car, I stuffed both the collar and the leash in my purse before racing home. I was revved up from my purchase, and couldn't wait to get home to truly try it on. It was only seconds after I was inside my home before I started to strip the dress from my body and pull the collar from my bag. As if practiced in putting a collar on myself, I had it fastened around my neck in no time at all and was proudly staring at myself wearing it in a mirror. The look of it made me feel so slutty, and so submissive. I wished Jerome was there to see me, and then quickly use me, but he would only be able to see a picture of my collared self. I held my phone up and snapped a picture of my entire nude body to send off to him, and to show my completion of his task. The simple nude selfie of me only wearing a dog collar and a pair of heels seemed more erotic than any other picture I had sent to him, or that he had taken of me. I felt so exposed, and I loved it.

He didn't respond back, but I didn't mind In fact, I was inspired to send him another picture. Not another of me naked, but a simple picture of me holding the accompanying leash I bought. I added text to the picture that said, "I bought a leash for you to hold." The second picture was meant to entice Jerome, and as I sent it the image of me naked and collared while he led me around on the leash once again popped into my head. My hand instinctively dropped to my crotch, but I resisted playing with myself. Instead, I removed my collar, and stored both it and the leash in my purse. I then went and grabbed the black hood to also stash it away in my purse so that I had them ready for the next day.

With the items stored, I refocused on my normal life as a wife and mother. My family would be home in a few hours, and I realized I hadn't gotten any groceries from the store to make dinner with. Thankfully I had time to do so, and went to get dressed to run the errand. Usually I would have dressed in my typical house wife and mother clothing when going out, but since meeting Jerome my desire to dress more provocatively had soared to new heights. As I went through my clothes, I was looking for a dress to wear that was even shorter than the one I had worn to the pet store as I wanted to once again go out without my underwear on. I was sexually charged and wanted to push my own boundaries. The dress I had worn the night I went out with Jerome would have been perfect, but I remembered that I no longer had it as it was most likely still in the trunk of his car. Not happy with the options my closet held, I went off to my daughter's room to peruse her closet.

As her mother, I was familiar with the items of clothing she wore. In fact thanks to Jerome I was becoming quite familiar with them. I knew she had some dresses that I had felt were quite short for her, so I began to search for them. As I pulled through her garments, my pussy began to slicken with the thought of not only going out in public in a short dress and no underwear, but also with the knowledge that I was planning on wearing my daughter's short dress. After only a short search I came across the perfect option. It was a plaid pattern dress, in the look of a shirt, and it was belted. The dress was casual, and I wouldn't look out of place, but what made it perfect was the length. The skirt of the dress fell to just barely my mid thigh, and the dress itself also buttoned up the front which allowed for daring cleavage options.

Happy with my selection, I took it with me back to my room to get dressed and get ready to go out. Minutes later I was ready to go, and giddy to do so. I had chosen to leave the top two buttons undone which revealed a good amount of cleavage, but nothing to shocking. I also left the bottom button undone to allow for a higher slit in the front. Of course I was covered, but it made for a more daring look as the lowest button fastened was at the level of my bare and uncovered pussy. Needless to say, I was desperately horny.

Getting into my car, the hemline of the dress rose and spilt in such a way that my pussy was completely exposed. Thankfully, I wouldn't be doing a lot of sitting in the grocery store I thought. When I arrived at the store and began to shop, I felt as though all eyes were on me, but that could've been just my own mind making it seem that way. Whatever the case, I loved it, and I floated around the grocery store on a cloud of arousal and excitement as I secured items needed in my basket. In the produce section, I was drawn to the phallic shaped items; the cucumber, bananas, carrots, zucchinis, and even the thick eggplants. Even though my dinner recipe did not call for any of those ingredients, miraculously they found their way into my basket; I was sure I would find a good use for them.

As I continued my stroll through the store, I could feel the cool air of the refrigerators waft up and caress my naked sex under the dress. It was such a freeing and sexual feeling. I knew that I was getting really turned on when I began to imagine what it would be like to be completely naked in the store. It was at that point I figured I should probably checkout, as I may do something that could potentially get me in trouble.

At the register, the cashier who rung me up was a college aged girl who was sweet and cheerful, but didn't seem to be aware of my near nakedness or the naughty intentions of some of the items I had purchased. I reckoned however, that in all actuality why would she as I did just look the part of well dressed women doing some grocery shopping. In my mind though, I was a sex crazed slut just waiting to be used. As she handed me my receipt, all I could think about was how I wished I was seeing Jerome. Unfortunately, I was not going to be seeing him, and would have to settle for performing for him through text message in an unknown manner on Saturday during my daughter's cheer competition. Though it was minimal, I knew it was better than nothing.

When I got home, I unpacked all the groceries, and then stripped naked. I returned my daughter's dress to her room, and then redressed in a more appropriate outfit for when her and my husband would be home. I then went about preparing dinner and the process of making it so that it would be ready upon their arrival. The task of doing so was a great distraction from the many naughty thoughts that had inhabited my brain, and in no time at all I had dinner near completion just as both my husband and daughter got home.

That evening was our typical friday night. We talked about our weeks, and the plans we had for the weekend. Stephanie and I confirm what time she has to be at the school for the competition, and my husband let me know that some of his friends had invited him out to the bar on Saturday night to watch some game and have drinks. I smiled at him and said that he should go and have fun, but inside I was doing flips of joy as I thought it may allow me time to meet up with Jerome after my daughter's event. Almost as if I had planned it, Stephanie asked if it was alright if she stayed the night at her friend's house after the competition, which I of course said was perfectly fine. With both my daughter and husband out of the house for the evening, I had the perfect opportunity to meet up with Jerome. All I had to hope for was that he would be available to meetup with me. I knew the possibility that he would be spending his evening with Miss Bell, so I began hatching a plan to entice him to chose me to spend his Saturday night with.

The rest of dinner, and that evening went as normal, all the while I continued to plan out my tactic to make Jerome have me over the next day. Even when we all sat down to watch a movie together, I was only half engaged as my mind rolled over thoughts and ideas. I hardly knew what was going on in the movie, but when I looked over at my husband I knew I was doing better than him. He had fallen asleep, and looked like he was dead to the world. I softly shook him awake, and told him to go to bed. My daughter giggled at his groggy response, but said she should probably head to bed as well to get need sleep before her big day. I watched as my two loved ones walked to their rooms, and told each to sleep well. I then explained that I would soon be heading off too once I finished the movie. However, my real intentions were to stay up until I knew both were asleep, and then set my plan into motion to convince Jerome to choose me over his other slut Miss Bell to use the following evening.

It was about an hour later that I felt confident that both my husband and daughter were asleep and I began to set my plan in motion. Firstly, I stripped naked and retrieved my newly purchased dog collar from my purse along with my hood. Then, I retrieved one of the thick cucumbers I had bought at the grocery store. While I was in the kitchen, I used some g****seed oil I use occasionally for cooking to lubricate my ass. Satisfied that I had all the components needed for my plan, I put on the hood and collar before heading outside with the cucumber and my phone in hand. Once outside, I held my phone up in front of me, and began to record a video.

My plan was to begin walking down my street to the corner while I spoke to the camera about how I was available the next day to come over and see Jerome. Being naked, hooded, and collar was my way of showing him how dedicated I was to him. Also, I had a surprise for when I reached the corner of my street that I hoped would really cement my desire to be used by him.

It was late out, so I didn't really fear of anyone being outside and seeing me. I walked as if everything was normal, all the while I spoke into the camera about how much I wanted to see Jerome the following evening, and how much I needed to be used by him. The further away I got from my house, the more aroused I became and the more desperate I began to sound on the recording. By the time I reached the end of my street, which was about four houses down, I was spewing out my desire and desperation. It was at that point that I unveiled my secret which involved the cucumber. I held it up and let the camera know exactly my intentions.

"To prove just how desperate I am to have you fuck me and use me, I am now going to stuff this thick cucumber into my ass right here on the corner of my street. Once it is inside my ass, I will send you this video before I take it out or even begin to walk back to my house."

Just as I said I would, I then moved to get into a better position. It was a bit awkward, but once I got down onto my knees I was able to hold my phone in one hand to capture the green vegetable as I pushed it into my lubed asshole. It felt so amazingly filling as it stretched me open and slid into my depths. I pushed until just the last half inch of the cucumber was visible at which point I swung my phone around to speak once again stated that I hoped Jerome liked what he saw. Satisfied with my task, I stopped recording, and while still on my knees with the cucumber lodged in my ass, I sent the video off to Jerome. Even after the video was sent, I remained kneeling on the sidewalk corner just basking in the naughtiness of what I was doing.

I am not sure just how long I remained stationary, but it seemed like a long moment as eventually I began to feel the ache in my knees from the hard surface. When I stood to relieve the pain, I felt the pressure of the cucumber send a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I instantly got the idea to leave it in. I wanted to see what it would be like to try and walk back with it in place in my ass. Taking a few tentative steps at first, to see if it was possible to walk, I began to make my way back. Each step sent a jolt of sensation through my body; it was amazing. Eventually, thanks to my movements and gravity, the cucumber began to slip out, but rather than let it fall, I instead used my hand to hold it in place as I walked. The fact that I was walking naked in public never entered my brain, all I was focused on was the moment and sensation of it all.

By the time I returned back to my house, my pussy was drenched with arousal, and I was actually panting like a dog in heat. I didn't want the night to end, but I also knew it must. Reluctantly, I pushed the thick vegetable out of my rectum, and removed both the collar and hood before entering back into my home. Inside, my home was quiet as both my family members were sound asleep. I stashed the hood and collar back into my purse before heading back into the kitchen. In a bit of extra naughtiness fun, I decided to put the cucumber back into the fridge without even cleaning it. It just seemed too much of a waste to toss it out.

With a smile on my face, I went back out to the living room and sat on the couch; deciding not to redress. I was half waiting to hear from Jerome, and half just not ready to go to bed. As I sat, I began to do my now typical nightly browsing of interracial porn which only added to my arousal level. However, I had to stop as I knew it would be an early morning for me, and hopefully an enjoyable evening as well. Standing up from the couch, I went into my daughter's restroom to retrieve the pair of her panties that I would use to complete Jerome's instructions of me for the next morning. After a bit of digging, I uncovered a bright red thong that would do just the ticket. I then retreated back to my bedroom, and my snoring husband. Not really wanting to get dressed I decided instead to just sleep in the nude, so after stashing my daughter's thong in my hamper, I joined my unaware husband in bed and drifted off to sleep.

Of course, when my alarm rang out the next morning I was groggy but almost instantly I perked up at the thought of what my morning held. My husband was still out cold as he often liked to sleep in on the weekends, so there was no questions from him as to why I had slept naked. I scurried into my closet to retrieve the summer dress I had worn the day before to get the collar, and then locked myself in the bathroom to shower and get ready. Of course as was my habit now, I made sure that I was completely shaved of all hair below my neck while I cleaned myself; though I would never truly be able to wash away all my dirtiness. Washed and moisturized, I got myself slipped into the light summer dress and did my hair.

After a few minutes I was happy with my look and went to retrieve the stashed thong of my daughter's. Holding my dress up with one hand, I began the process of stuffing the tiny red thong into my already slick slit. It took a little bit, but eventually it was in with just the tiny tag label left hanging out. Looking at myself in the mirror only further turned me on, and I couldn't help but take a picture to send off to Jerome. It was meant to be a kind of "thinking of you," picture, but also as I still hadn't heard back about the video I sent him last night I was hoping it would indicate that I was ready to perform for him. Somewhat surprisingly, my phone buzzed with his reply rather quickly.

Jerome: So the cheating slut is ready to go out and support her cheerleading daughter I see.

Me: Yes I am, and I am ready to perform for you too.

Jerome: That is good slut. I want you to text me once you are at the event and sitting in the bleachers.

Me: Will do sir.

Jerome: Oh, and I liked the video slut. But about seeing me this evening, that will have to be determined on how will you perform this morning. I must say though you do have competition. Especially considering how slutty Miss Bell got with me last night. I'll send you a little sample picture set to maybe inspire you to go that extra mile.

Reading that he enjoyed my video filled me with elation, but hearing that he still may not have me over and instead meet with Miss Bell made my heart sink. I knew at that moment I would do whatever I needed to do to be the slut Jerome used that night. So as each picture of Miss Bell popped up in my messages, they had the desired effect Jerome had hoped for; inspiration. I was determined to be better than her. The first picture showed her standing completely naked in a parking lot, that was followed by of her standing in front of her house naked. Then a series of her still in front of her house, but squatting over and riding a massive black dildo. The last picture was of Miss Bell on her knees in front of a toilet, mouth open, and taking a stream of Jerome's urine. My jaw dropped from the slutty images, but also my pussy gushed. I just could not believe what I was seeing, but I knew that if I wanted to see Jerome that evening, I would need to go to and maybe step over my limits; which I figured was something I had already been consistently doing since meeting Jerome.

With a newly inspired spirit, I went out to get my daughter going, and get her to her competition. Stephanie mentioned that I seemed focused, and I simply replied to her that I just was happy to get to see her compete. The competition her cheer team was apart of was being held in another town so we had a bit of drive to get there, but the drive did nothing to calm my arousal as the panties stuffed in my pussy kept my mind engaged on the potential for naughtiness.

As my daughter and I drove, we chatted a little, but mostly we rode in silence as my daughter had her nose buried in her phone. That was fine by me considering I was not in the normal mother state of mind. My head was filled with the thoughts of Jerome, and the potential tasks he would have me do at my daughter's competition. I figured that whatever it would be, it would be extremely naughty and very much inappropriate.

Eventually, we arrived at our destination. I dropped my daughter off at the front before parking the car and walking in by myself. Considering I never really got on with any of the other cheerleading mothers and that my daughter would be occupied with her team, I knew I would be all by myself for the day; which frankly made things easier. Inside the gym of the town's high school, I found the schedule of performances and saw that my daughter's team was performing in the middle which meant I had time before they went on to perform for Jerome. Wanting to text my arrival to Jerome, I quickly took a seat on the bleachers, and tapped out a message to him on my phone. His reply was almost instant.

Jerome: Well slut, when does your daughter's team perform?

Me: In about an hour or so.

Jerome: Shall we begin then?

Me: Yes. What shall I do for you?

Jerome: To start, take a selfie of yourself right where you are now. I want to see how you dressed.

I didn't respond, but instead opened my phone's camera app and quickly posed for a selfie. Considering I was sitting, I was able to capture my entire body from the knees up. Happy with my completion of the task, I sent it over to Jerome.

Jerome: Like the dress, but to make sure you aren't wearing underwear like I requested send me another picture, but this time have it show up your skirt. I should be able to see the tag of your daughter's thong hanging out of your lips.

Me: Oh my god... okay.

That picture was a bit more risky to take, but thanks to the distraction of the event no one was really taking notice of me. So with as much confidence as I could muster, I spread my legs open enough to aim my phone up the dress and capture the picture Jerome requested. In seconds it was sent off to him.

Jerome: Very good slut. Do you remember what I had you do at your daughter's last competition?

Me: Yes. You had me go into the restroom, stirp naked in a stall, and send you pictures as proof. Then I was not allowed to wear underwear for the rest of the day.

Jerome: That's right slut, so today you will be doing something along those lines. However, you will not being doing it in the restroom this time.

Me: Okay, but where would you like me to go then?

Jerome: I'll let you choose, but my only requirement is that you are to not be confined in a room. Think more public, and less private. Oh, and go ahead and put your collar on now as you go in search of the perfect location. Once you find it, text me for further instructions.

Me: Yes, of course.

I then reached into my purse and pulled out the leather collar. I certainly felt a little uneasy about putting on what was really a dog's collar in public, and the explicit tag that labeled me as a "Cheating Slut" only added to my uneasiness. However, I wasn't about to allow that to keep me from doing as Jerome requested. I needed to push myself to do just as he wished in order to earn m time with him later. In seconds, I had the leather strap fastened around my neck before standing to walk out of the gym. I decided to see if I could find a spot inside the school, away from the gym and the other attendees. Of course I had to hope that more of the school was unlocked than just the gym and adjoining corridor.

As I entered the entryway of the gym, I weaved myself through the crowd keeping my head down as to not make eye contact with anyone. I worked my way over to the side of the room that had doors leading to the rest of the school. To my surprise and relief, they were unlocked so I quickly slipped through them in a manner that was meant to draw the least amount of attention. Inside the hallway I was immediately aware of the silence, and began to feel confident that I could find a place that would be perfect to complete whatever tasks Jerome had planned for me. I walked through the empty halls of the school once, checking each room as I passed to make sure no teachers were in on the weekend and also to scout potential locations. After my initial pass through I was pretty sure no one was around, but I definitely knew that could always change at any moment. I also found an ideal location down one of the side wings of the school. It was a long hall for what looked to be art classrooms, and it ended in a dead end with only a smaller offshoot to the left that led to a storage room. Getting myself set up just in front of that storage room door, I texted Jerome.

Me: Okay, I think I found a good spot in one of the school's hallways.

Jerome: Good. Go ahead and strip naked then slut. Make sure to send me another picture once you do.

Again, I didn't respond, but rather chose to just do as ordered. I pulled my simple summer dress up and over my head, setting it atop my purse which was on the floor. I then held out my arm straight and snapped the image of my nude form wearing only a collar standing in the empty school hallway. Just as I had earlier, I quickly sent the image to Jerome.

Jerome: Put on your hood, and take another.

With a quickness spurred on by my high level of arousal, I retrieved the hood from my bag and put it on. A moment later, I took another picture of myself and shot it over to Jerome.

Jerome: Now, you are to record a video. You will start by showing your discarded dress on the floor, then showing yourself standing naked. Next, you will begin to walk away from your dress panning back and forth between filming yourself and filming where your dress was left. Walk at least two hundred feet away from your dress before stopping and sending me the video.

Me: Yes sir.

I was focused at that point, and was willing to do whatever he requested. My arousal burned and pushed me to continue. Switching over to video mode, I did just as Jerome requested. I filmed my discarded dress laying on the floor of the hall, then turned it to capture me standing naked, hooded, and collared. I then began to walk just as he instructed, panning back and forth from myself and the spot where my dress laid. As I continued to walk further away from my only form of clothing, it just happened that roughly two hundred feet away was also the end of the hallway which opened out onto a larger passway. I chose to stop just at the end of the hall and send the video to Jerome. As he not said I was to return to my dress after sending him the video, I remained at the end of the hall to wait for his reply and further instructions.

Jerome: Excellent video slut. Now I want you to make another, this time you are to walk further into the new hallway, but at some point I want you to stop and play with yourself for a bit. After a while, pull the thong from your pussy and hang it from one of the door handles in the hall. You will then send me the video and return to your dress. Do not dress until I contact you.

The idea of walking further away from my dress while being naked only further added to my unbearing arousal. Loading my camera app up, I started once again walking and filming myself. The hall I was now in was larger and had two ends that anyone could possibly come in from. I could feel my body quiver the thought, but I pressed on. Walking about halfway down the corridor, I finally picked a spot to stop. I was next to a classroom door, so I simply leaned back against it and started to slowly tease my drenched snatch with my fingers. Knowing I was close to cumming, I did my best not to get to carried away as Jerome had not told me I could orgasm. However, I did take my time to enjoy the pleasure and sensation of masturbating in a school.

Eventually though, I did have to stop myself. Reluctantly I focused my fingers on the tiny bit of thong hanging from my glistening lips, and began to tug them out. The tiny garment slipped out easily thanks to my arousal, and were noticeably wet with my juices. I reached up and carefully hung them from the handle of the door I had propped myself against. Then I quickly sent the video over to Jerome. My walk back to my dress and starting spot was quick, but I continued to bask in the feeling of being so naughty in such a public space. By the time I returned, Jerome had replied to my video.

Jerome: Good job slut, but if I have the timing right, your daughter should be set to perform soon. I wouldn't want you to miss it, so go ahead and redress. You can remove the hood and collar, but do not retrieve the panties from the door handle. When you daughter has finished, you are to text me.

With a hint of disappointment that he didn't push me further, I redressed and hurried myself back to the gym bleachers. As I walked back, I felt the chill of the air on my inner thighs that were slickened with my arousal. When I returned to my seat, and waited for my daughter's team to perform it took me a few moments to collect myself and stop fantasizing about Jerome's throbbing thick cock. I wanted to be a good mother and actually watch my daughter perform, but his massive member kept drift into my thoughts. By the time here team finished their routine, I hardly even recognized but was able to at least stand and clap.

Shortly after they finished, I met my daughter and told her I wasn't feeling my best and that since she was going home with her friend that I was just gonna leave early. She bought my excuse, and told me not to worry about. Kissing me goodbye, she ran back to her team and I walked out to my car. I didn't feel sick, but knew that if I stayed I wouldn't be able to focus so I thought it better to go home to be by myself with my naughty thoughts.

Once I was on the road back home, my horniness took hold of me and for no reason other than I was extremely aroused decided to hike my dress up over my hips. I drove the rest of the way home with my legs open and my hand constantly dropping into my lap to gently touch my wetness. By the time I was home, my thighs were sticky with my juices and I wasn't even two steps inside before I had my dress pulled off. It was at that moment, that I decided what I needed most was a glass of wine and a nice hot bath.

Walking naked into the kitchen, I poured myself a full glass of red wine and then headed to my bathroom to get the tub going. Moments later, I was soaking in the steamy water drinking my wine and letting myself just enjoy the moment. However, before I could get too lost in the moment, my phone chirped with a message from Jerome.

Jerome: I have decided that you have earned coming over this evening. When you arrive at my door you are to be naked and wearing your hood and collar. No shoes either. Be here at 6 pm.

A smiled formed on my lips, as I felt as though I just won the best prize. My body buzzed alive with the thrill of what Jerome would have in store for me. I still had a few hours until I was to meet him, but I could not stop thinking about the endless ways he could use his black cock on me. My wetness was noticeable even in the tub. I spent the next half hour just basking in my victory while I sipped my glass of wine, and felt the water in the bath begin to chill.

At that point, I decided to get out, re-moisturize my skin, and then checked in with my husband. He told me that he would be out pretty late and that I shouldn't worry about waiting up for him. I wished him fun, and to be safe before walking once again naked into the kitchen. I refilled my wine glass, and then pulled out some vegetables to make a light healthy dinner salad for myself. Of course I made sure to use the cucumber from the night before. With each crunch from it, the memory of how I fucked my ass with it in public returned to my mind.

When I finished both the salad and the wine, I cleaned up and returned to my room. I wasn't sure what to wear as I would just be stripping it off before going up to Jerome's house. So not so surprisingly, I decided to not wear anything at all. I would just drive over to his house naked. It may have been a combination of my arousal and the two glasses of wine, but it seemed like the ideal thing to do. Considering I still had about an hour left, I grabbed my hood, collar, phone,and keys from my purse and set them next to the door. I wanted to travel light, and not have to worry about where to store my purse.

I made a call to check in with my daughter, she said she was on her way over to her friends house and that she had a great time at the competition; her team didn't place, but came close. She asked how I was feeling, and I told her that I felt better, but I was just going to take it easy at home while her and her dad were out. I wished her a good safe night, with a wicked grin on my face. As I sat on the couch and counted the minutes until I was to leave, the anticipation of actually driving over to meet Jerome completely naked grew and grew. It would be still daylight out, or at least dusk, and there was sure to be plenty of other cars out driving home or out to dinner. It would be a trip to remember that would be for sure.

Eventually, the time came for me to make my way over to Jerome's. My sex literally dripped as I stood to walk to my waiting items. At my door, I took a moment to collect myself, and take a deep breath. My car was parked in the driveway, and once I stepped out of my door I would be completely exposed to the view of any of my neighbors if they happened to be looking. Not wanting to psych myself out, I figured it best to just do it with all the confidence I could muster and to act as if everything was normal. I wasn't going to scamper and hide my way to the car, but instead walk to it naked and proud. One last deep breath, and I did just that; walked out to my car without a second thought. I didn't even look around, just sauntered to my parked car as if nothing was amiss.

Once inside, I was overcome by the experience as my body began to tremble, and I felt dizzy. It took me a few moments to regain my composure, but once I did I locked myself back into the laser like focus and began my drive to Jerome's. The streets were certainly filled with other cars, and I felt as though everyone of them could tell that I was completely naked inside of mine. Thankfully though, I knew that to not be true, and the darkness of my tinted windows helped calm worries. Stopping at red lights though was definitely a crazy thrill, as I knew that if the cars next to me looked hard enough, or the car in front of me looked through their rear view just right, they would be able to see that I was stark naked. God, it was certainly a drive to remember.

When I finally arrived in front of Jerome's home, I again had to steady myself, but I didn't wait to long before I pushed myself to get a move on. I had my hood and collar on in moments, and was swinging my legs out of my car to begin my walk up to his door. I decided to leave my keys in the car, but took my phone with me in case Jerome wanted to use it to take pictures. Just as I had when walking out of my house, I did not act nervous as I walked up to his. I walked as if all was normal, and was just popping in to see a friend. It was when I knocked on his door and waited for him to open it that I took a moment to really come to terms with what I was doing. I was showing up to the house of a black man, naked and collared to allow him to use me sexually in any means he wished. I was such a cheating slut, which made my collar tag so perfect.

Jerome opened the door after only a few seconds, and I was instantly greeted to his muscular frame wearing only a pair of basketball shorts and holding up a camcorder. He greeted me by simply ordering me to enter. Once inside, he had me drop to my knees before him and began to ask me questions as he recorded.

Jerome started by asking, "Well slut, are you ready to serve like the cheating slut you are?"

I replied, "Yes sir, I am."

"Does your husband know you are here to serve my big black cock," he prodded.

My reply was of course, "no he does not."

He then asked, "what about your daughter slut? Does your daughter know that her mother showed up at a black man's house naked, and is willing to serve him?"

"No she does not sir," was my quick reply.

"Where do they think you are slut," he asked.

"They both think I am home. My husband is out with his guy friends, and my daughter is staying at a friend's house," was my prompt answer.

Jerome continued, "but you are here with me slut, and what exactly are you here for slut?"

"I am here to be your slut, to serve you," I answered.

"And what exactly are you willing to do to serve me," Jerome inquired.

"Anything! I will do anything you wish," was my enthusiastic reply.

"That's right slut, now suck my cock," he commanded.


I said nothing, instead I reached my hands out, pulled down his shorts to free his semi-erect cock, and quickly took it into my mouth. Within seconds his unit was rock solid, and I was working to take as much as I could into my mouth. Jerome allowed me to suck his black mamba without instruction as he continued to record everything. After a few minutes of my dutiful blowjob, he did finally speak.

"You have quickly become a very well behaved black cock slut. The mere mention of my black cock, and I got you over here sucking it on video. You have no care that I plan on posting this video online, and that everyone will be able to see you acting like the cheating black cock slut you are. I should pull the hood off to really show you off. You probably would love that too, and I really probably should do it. Maybe later, right now I want to play a different game. Remember how you brought condoms over the first time I fucked your pussy, but I ended up fucking you raw anyway?"

Me mind flashed to that day, and how great it felt to be filled by his cock for the first time.

"And do you remember when you said you wanted me to cum inside your unprotected cunt, but I have not done so yet? Well tonight might be that night, but we will let the condoms and your marriage be the deciding factor on that."

I was completely confused by what he meant, but I didn't let it falter me continuing to suck his dick for all I was worth. However, he soon pulled it away and order me over to kneel by the coffee table in the middle of the room. On top of the table lay the box of condoms I had brought over that first time. He saw me look at them and then smiled before letting me in on what he was getting on about.

"So the game works like this, I am going to fuck your cheating pussy with my big black cock, but will do so while wearing one of those stupid condoms. However, before I put on the condom, I am going to place your wedding ring on the tip of my cock and then pull the condom on nice and tight. Therefore if the condom breaks, it will be because the symbol of your marriage caused it too. Now considering that these condoms are already too small for me, I have a feeling that your pussy will be flooded with my cum by the end. How does that sound slut?"

"It sounds lovely," I replied.

Jerome grinned once again, and then asked for my wedding ring as he stepped out of his shorts. Sliding the glimmery piece of jewelry of my finger, I handed it over to him and watched as he places it just at the tip of his cock's helmet with the diamond face up. He then reached down and grabbed a rubber, ripped open the packaging, and then slowly rolled it onto his massive package. I could see that the condom was stretched significantly on his manhood, and that at the tip my ring was press hard into the taut latex. The way I figured, the condom would bust after the initial thrust, but I wasn't going to let that keep me from enjoying Jerome's big black cock.

He had me lean over the coffee table with my ass out. Walking behind me, he knelt down and began to finger my dripping sex making sure to record everything. After a few more seconds of his finger tease, I finally felt him place the end of his cock at the entrance to my cunt. I couldn't actually feel my ring, but knowing that it was there made me so much more excited for him to push his way in. The moment I felt him enter me, a very audible moan escaped my lips. In my mind the condom immediately broke, but really I had no way to know. Jerome for his part took his time to sink his length into me, and as he bottomed out he also added a bit to the moment by telling that he wouldn't tell me if the condom broke if it broke.

Once his entire length was inside of me, tenderness was left by the wayside. Jerome began a cock pummeling on my slutty hole; hammering his way in and out of me. I knew that there would be no way the condom would be intact by the end of the onslaught, and I didn't care. He grabbed ahold of my shoulder, and pulled me harder onto his pistoning cock. I felt like nothing more than a slut for his use, and it drove me wild. Moans of ecstasy flowed out of my mouth and filled the room. The sounds of his pelvis slamming into my body also filled the air and made the scene so raw and a****listic. There was no romance, just pure unhindered fucking.

Our fuck session went on for about ten minutes before Jerome began to slow and grunt. He was cumming, and I would soon find out if the condom held up, or if his sticky load would be spewed into my fertile pussy. At first I felt nothing, but but very quickly I began to feel the extra warmth of his cum coating my insides. My unprotected womb was being filled with his spunk, and rather than worry about the risk of pregnancy, all I could think about was how wonderful it felt to allow Jerome to cum inside my cunt. I was proud. When Jerome was satisfied that every ounce of his juice was emptied into me, he slowly pulled out and once again began the erotic dialogue for the benefit of the video.

"Looks like your marriage let you down slut. The condom is destroyed, just like your cheating cunt which is now filled with my thick cum. Oh, and here it comes dripping out of your open hole. Reach back with your hand and catch it slut."

Just like a good little slut, I obeyed and reached my hand between my legs and held it below my worked over sex. Soon I began to feel the warm sticky goo fall into my hand and was so completely aroused by just how much was dripping out. I felt Jerome stick one of his fingers into my dripping gash and slide out my ring. He let it fall with a copious amount of cum into my waiting hand before wiping his finger off on my ass and speaking some more.

"That is just about all of it slut; now get down on your knees and face me. Keep the cum in your hands."

Again, I complied just like a good little slut while he continued.

"Now slut, I want you lap up my cum and clean your ring. However, I don't want you to make a mess of your mask, so I am going to peel up the bottom part of it so that it won't get any cum on it."

Jerome then reached forward while still recording, to lift the bottom portion of my mask. He pulled it up and over my chin and mouth. My entire mouth was visible, but my eyes and nose were still covered by the mask. I felt confident that my identity was still concealed. When he moved his hand away, I lifted mine which held the cum and brought it to my mouth. Dutifully, I began lick up and clean the gooey liquid from my hand and ring. Jerome seemed to be happy as he once again began to talk.

"God, you truly are just a nasty little cheating slut. Look at you licking up my cum that I shot into your pussy. Such an eager white slut, desperate to taste my black seed. Do you like being a nasty cheating cumslut for me?"

I paused momentarily to respond, "Yes, I love being your nasty cheating cumslut."

"That's good enough slut; put your ring back on and get my dick in your mouth. You need to clean it up like a proper cheating whore," Jerome continued.

Not one to miss out on taking his wonderful cock into my mouth, I slid my ring on in a flash and reached to take hold of his tool. Within seconds I had it in my mouth and was lovingly devouring it with my tongue. He was still mostly erect, and as I began my oral duties I felt his free hand rest atop my head. However, he didn't rest it there for long. Soon I felt his hand clench close and grab the top of the hood. Then I began to feel it being pulled ever so slowly up and off my face. I inched further and further up; exposing my nose, then my eyes, and then my entire head. I never stopped sucking his cock though, and he never stopped filming. He now had my whole face on video, it would be very apparent who I was. Then to add to it, he pulled his dick away from my eager mouth and spoke some more.

"Good job Wendy, now say thank you."

Even though he used my name, I didn't balk, I proudly looked into the camera and said, "thank you."