Turned into a Slut for BBC PT3

The rest of my day went as normal; husband and daughter came home, I made dinner, and we did our usual nightly things until we all went off to our own rooms to go to bed. My husband, tired as he usually was during the workweek, fell asleep rather quickly, leaving me sitting up browsing my phone. I just was unable to sleep, as I had thought of my relationship with Jerome on my mind. So I used my phone to research more about the type of relationship I had with him, and found quite a bit of info about married white woman falling for strong black lovers. Some of it was fantasy, but also some seemed legit. Either way, I was into it all, and soon was finding I was getting extremely aroused again. It was at this time that Jerome texted me as he indicated he would earlier in the email.

Jerome: "Hey slut, you up?"

Me: "Yes, I am up."

Jerome: "Good, are you naked?"

Me: "No, I am not. Do you want me to be?"

Jerome: "Yes."

Looking to my husband to make sure he was sound asleep, I slipped my pajama short bottoms off, and peeled of my shirt to get naked as requested.

Me: "Okay, I am naked now."

Jerome: "Well done slut. So are you available to meet Thursday?"

Me: "Yes, as long as it is during the day."

Jerome: "Great, because I enjoy having fun with you, and having you act as my slut. Come over Thursday morning at the same time. Wear one of your daughter's cheerleading uniforms, white tennis shoes, and your hair in pigtails. Of course no underwear, or undergarments with the skirt."

Me: "Okay, I can do that. Why my daughter's cheerleader uniform?"

Jerome: "Because I like reminding you of your normal life while you are being my dirty slut. Plus I know you enjoy it when I do, am I right?"

Me: "Yes, you are right. I don't know why, but I love the way you treat and use me."

Jerome: "Of course you do, you are a slut. That is how sluts should be treated. Now rest up, and I will see you Thursday."

Me: "Ok, I can't wait."

After finishing my text conversation with Jerome, I decided to stay naked for the night. I'm sure my husband wondered why I was naked when he woke up in the morning, but I decided to pretend like I was asleep and didn't notice he was getting ready in the morning. For the next two days, all I could think about was meeting Jerome, and figuring out which of my daughter's uniforms I would be able to wear. She had three that her squad wore to cheers the basketball games in, and cycled through them regularly. She had cheered a game on Tuesday, so one needed to be washed. She also was cheering another game Thursday, so I would find out which one I would have at my disposal after she left for school. All of the options were similar, with one being a halter top variety, while the other two wear long sleeve options. In my slutty head, I was hoping I would be able to wear the tank top uniform as it showed off the most skin, and considering the one she wore on Tuesday was a long sleeve option, there was a fifty percent chance I would.

Of course I was also in a constant internal debate as to what I was possibly thinking, and how could I even be aroused at the idea of wearing my daughter's outfit to go and meet up with a man to fuck me. I felt like the worst possible person, but I also knew just how amazing I felt before, during, and after my sessions with Jerome. In the end my lust and desire always won out in the debate, which would usually lead to me needing to play with myself some, or wipe up to keep from dripping all over the place.

By Thursday morning I was without a doubt eager to see my family out. I ate breakfast with them, and said bye as they left. Once the door shut, and I looked to make sure that they were both for sure gone, I hurried to my daughters room. In her closet I found the uniform she wasn't wearing at the game that night; it was the halter top. A smiled beamed across my face, as I snatched it off the hanger and headed back to my own room. With a sense of urgency, I got myself ready; putting my hair into pigtails, and doing my makeup in a cute teenie bopper kind of way. Happy with my appearance, I went about putting on the uniform. My daughter is a bit smaller than me, but I managed to squeeze myself into the outfit, and was really impressed with just how sexy I looked in it. I did a twirl to watch the skirt fly up some, and then grabbed my tennis shoes and socks.

I was soon on my way over to Jerome's and was eager to have him take me. As I drove, I got an unexpected text from him which stated that he wanted me to be chewing bubble gum when I arrived. His request meant I would have to stop and buy some bubble gum, which also meant that I would have to be seen in public dressed as I was. I was already becoming embarrassed at the thought of it. However, I wasn't going to let my embarrassment keep me from making Jerome happy, so I decided to pull into a run down convenience store near his house, and pick up the gum. It was a store that I would have never frequented on my own, and felt confident neither would anyone I knew.

As I pulled into the parking lot, there was just one other car parked out front; so I felt good that my embarrassment would be limited to a small amount of others. Inside, there was an older black man behind the counter, and then another younger, tough looking black man browsing the beer case. I nervously made my way to the candy aisle, and found a package of strawberry bubble gum. With it in hand, I walked to the counter, and noticed the older man's eyes were wide as he checked me out. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was wondering about my clothing. I paid for the gum, and was back in my car in no time at all. My heart was racing from the experience however, and I couldn't believe how aroused I had become just from being out in public in my daughter's cheer outfit. I popped a piece of the gum in my mouth, and chewed on it as I continued on my way to Jerome's.

When I arrived, and knocked on the door I made sure to really exaggerate my gum chewing as I waited for him to answer the door. After about a minute he came to the door and opened it, at which I noticed that he had his phone up and I assumed was already recording me. I decided to act as if he wasn't recording, but to also perform for the camera at the same time. He greeted me, and then had me enter inside. I swished my hips back and forth to flaunt myself some as I walked inside and took my usual place just beyond the door. He inturn came around in front of me and began to ask me questions.

"So what is a pretty little cheerleader like yourself doing here?"

I replied, "Oh I'm just looking to have a little fun."

He responded with another question, "I see, what kind of fun are looking to have?"

"Naughty fun, for a naughty cheerleader," I returned.

Again he replied with another question, "Well then, why don't you show me what kind of naughty fun you can have with that mouth of yours?"

I said nothing as I smiled a sheepish grin at him, and then sank to my knees. My hands reached out and unfastened his pants to free his growing manhood. With his stiffening rod exposed, I wasted no time in get my mouth on it, and performing like the slut I had become. With his free hand he grabbed ahold of one of my pigtails, and began using it as a handle to pull me onto more of his shaft as he continued to record with his phone in the other hand. I made no objections and just let him have his way with me, and followed his lead. He used my mouth for another few minutes before he decided to move on to something else, and pulled his saliva covered cock from my lips.

"Does the naughty cheerleader wanna get fucked," he questioned.

"Oh god yes," was my response.

He returned by asking, "in the ass?"

My meek reply was, "okay."

"Okay then, stand up and go bend over the back of the couch," he commanded.

I immediately stood, and took up my position behind the couch. He went to retrieve some form of lubrication, and soon returned behind me to lift the cheerleading skirt over my hips. I then felt the cool sensation of the lube being dribbled onto my exposed hole, which was soon being presented with the stiffness of his massive member. He did not waste anytime before he started to feed his rigid dick into my tight hole. Moaning out, I encouraged him to continue, and he did just that as he slipped inch after inch into my accomodating rear entrance. Finally I felt him bottom out as his hips pressed into my ass, and I felt extremely full from his girth. As he began to pull back and fuck my tight ass, I began to involuntarily pant. I was loving every second of it, and so too was Jerome.

His stroke became harder and more frequent as time went on. Soon it felt as though he was violently crashing into me; trying to embed his fleshy sword into my depths. My pants turned to grunts, and screams of pleasure, as I could do nothing else but accept the rough pounding. Occasionally I would hear him spout off some degrading words like, "take that dick slut," "dirty whore, I'm stretching your ass open," or "your ass belongs to me slut," and I would respond either with a moan or other forms of acknowledgment. As time went on, I could tell he was getting close to finishing as his movements became more deliberate, and then he began speak to me more and more.

"Slut, you going to suck my cock after I pull out of your ass," he asked.

Through moans, I replied, "Oh yes! I'll suck your dick after you finish with my ass."

His response was very much derogatory in tone, "Of course you will slut. You are just a stupid cheating white slut, who lives to serve my black cock. Isn't that right?"

"Yes. I am your slut to use however you want," I replied.

He pushed further by adding, "That's right slut. You are my white cum dump. I can use you however, whenever, and wherever. I mean, look at you. You are wearing your daughter's cheer uniform because I told you to. What kind of dumb slut does that?"

Though I don't think he was looking for a reply, I answered back anyway, "This dumb slut does."

"Yes you do slut. You are such a dumb slut. I mean you never even worried about the fact that I am videoing you acting like a slut. For all you know I plan on posting this video on the web. You would be known to all as the dumb white slut, who cheated on her husband with a black guy, while wearing her daughter's cheerleading uniform. You wouldn't even care would you slut? Just as long as I continued to fuck you and give you my big black cock, you would let me do whatever I wanted with you," he quipped.

"Oh my god yes. I am just your slut to use. Do whatever you want, just don't stopping fucking me," I responded back.

He must have reached a tipping point because he suddenly pulled out of my ass, and spun me around. I dropped to my knees and watched as he fisted his huge hammer of a cock above my face. His cum soon began to rain down onto me, coating my face and head with his sticky goo. As with the times before, I felt completely covered, and completely aroused to receive his seed. When he finally spent the last of his wad, he pushed his still hard cock to my lips, and I took it into my mouth. I could taste my own ass on his shaft, but did not show any sign of disapproval. I simply bobbed up and down, cleaning his cock like a dutiful slut. Unfortunately, just as quickly as he had presented his cock to me, he took it away; leaving me on my knees covered in his cum as I waited to find out what if anything he had planned next.

My eyes were shut because of his load, but I could sense he had moved away, and a few moments later, I was startled when a piece of cloth was dropped on my face. Reaching up I released it was towel, and I began to use it to wipe my face. Once my face was relatively wiped clean, I looked and saw Jerome looking down at me. He was dressed, and was grinning at me as he watched me wipe his cum from my face. I looked at him silently, waiting for him to speak. A moment later he broke the silence and spoke.

"This was fun slut, and I can't wait to do it again. Unfortunately, I have to go into work for an afternoon shift, so you are going to have to head home. I'll text you later and set up or next meeting."

Just as was his habit, he turned away after speaking, and left me kneeling to see myself out. I stood and straightened out the skirt, before turning and making my way out to my car. He really knew how to make me feel like a used slut. I drove home basking in the afterglow of the fuck session with Jerome, and dreading having to wait to see him again. I knew that it was the weekend so that meant, I would not be able to sneak away during the day as both my husband and daughter would be home. My only hope was that when Jerome texted me later we could set up a time to meet sooner rather than later.

When I got home, I went to my bathroom to clean up. I noticed that the top of the uniform unfortunately had gotten some of Jerome's cum on it which meant I would have to wash it before putting it back in my daughter's closet. The idea that I had gotten the cum of a stranger on my daughter's cheerleading uniform made me feel wickedly dirty. I stripped naked, and jumped into the shower to cleanse myself of my dirtiness.

The rest of my afternoon was uneventful; I spent most of it cleaning and doing laundry. By the time my family got home, I was pretty beat, so we ordered in a pizza, and watched some cheesey T.V. together as we ate. When the time came we all retreated to our bedrooms, and as was my husband's habit, he fell fast asleep as soon as he was in bed. I stayed up to browse on my phone, and wait for Jerome to text me. His text came after an about an hour, and I could not have been more ready for it as I had been thoroughly browsing interracial porn sites.

Jerome: Hey slut, whatcha up to?

Me: Just sitting in bed looking at interracial porn.

Jerome: You naughty little married slut. Is your husband sleeping?

Me: Yes.

Jerome: Good. Do you want to get naughty for me then?

Me: Always.

Jerome: Of course you do slut. Start by getting naked.

Me: Okay. Consider it done.

I quickly, and as tenderly as possible, removed my night shirt; it was all I was wearing.

Jerome: Good, now go outside and stand by your front door.

Me: Oh my god. Okay. One second.

With a flutter of nerves, I slowly slipped off the bed, and exited my bedroom. I quietly navigated through my dark house, listening closely to make sure my daughter was not up. On trembling legs, I reached my front door, and gingerly opened it before stepping out and into the night. Closing it behind me, I looked out and saw Jerome's car parked just in front of my house. I made a move towards it, but stopped when I received another message on my phone.

Jerome: No, stay right there and follow my instructions.

Me: Okay.

Jerome: Put your hands on your hips and smile.

Once I read his message, my hands went immediately to my hips, and a smile beamed on my face. I looked on at his car as I noticed his window roll down, and then a flash of light emit from it. He took my picture. I felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, but did not dare to move. Another message buzzed on my phone.

Jerome: Now turn around and bend over. Make sure to reach back and spread yourself open.

If I felt vulnerable before, I would be even more so with this new pose. However, I didn't show my hesitancy, and instead did as I was told. I didn't see the flash this time as I was not looking, but knew he had captured the shot when my phone buzzed again.

Jerome: Great, that will be all for tonight. I took Monday off so we can meet up then. This time I will come to your place. I will text you Sunday night as too how I want you to be dressed. Sleep well slut.

Before I could even reply my request to have him stay, he pulled away and I was left standing naked in front of my house. Somewhat dejected, I snuck back inside. I couldn't believe that he came all the way over to my house just to take two pictures of me. I would have gladly went out to his car, and pleasured him with my mouth, or let him use me any other way. It was not to be though, as now I would have to wait until Monday to be used. That too scared me, as I wasn't so sure about having him over my house. It was one thing to be his slut at his place, there was less of a chance of being seen by someone I knew. With him coming over, there would be a good chance one of my neighbors would see him either entering and/or exiting my home. How would I explain that if they asked? Back in bed, I decided it best not to dwell on it now, and to deal with it if or when it came up.

I tossed and turned the whole night with thoughts of Jerome, and our very interesting relationship. It just seemed to be moving faster and faster with each day and meeting. I had no idea where it would lead or how much further I would be willing to go. What I did know, was that I was having the time of my life, and didn't want it to stop anytime soon. The rest of the weekend I decided to just focus on my family, and keep thoughts of Jerome to a minimum. I was mostly successful; there were a few times I found myself sneaking off to the bathroom to touch my wet pussy, but for the most part I was regular, old wife and mother Wendy. Sunday night though was a different story. Once my husband drifted off to sleep I peeled off my nightshirt to be naked, and waited for Jerome to text me as he said he would. Again, I passed the time by looking at the erotci iamages of white women being used by black men with big black cocks. I was in a state of insatiable lust when Jerome finally texted just after midnight.

Jerome: Hello slut. I'm guessing your are in bed and your husband is sleeping.

Me: Yes, and yes. Also, I am naked and extremely horny.

Jerome: I see, so my slut is eager for tomorrow.

Me: Yes. Desperately.

Jerome: That's good. I will be over at about the same time you usually arrive at my place. I want you to leave the front door unlocked for me.

Me: Ok. How would you like my to dress?

Jerome: I want you to be naked except for a thong. The thong you are to wear will be the tiniest thong you can find in your daughter's collection. I am sure she has plenty to choose from. Most cheerleaders with slutty mothers do.

Me: Ok, I can do that.

Jerome: You will wait for me by kneeling on the floor just in front of the door.

Me: Yes sir.

Jerome: Okay slut, have a good night. I will see you in the morning.

Me: Goodnight.

I don't know if it was at all possible, but I was even more aroused than I had been before Jerome texted. I needed to have him take me, and thankfully I only had to wait until I woke up the next morning for that to become a reality. Not really wanting too, but knowing I must, I decided to try and sleep. I didn't even put back on my night shirt, I just wanted to be naked from that point until Jerome came over.

The next morning, I again pretended as though I was sleeping in and did not wake up when my husband did. I waited until I heard both he and my daughter leave, before I got up and washed up. Once I prepared myself, I made sure to go and unlock the front door for Jerome, and then went to my daughter's room to pick out a thong. I still did my daughter's laundry, so I was aware of what underwear she had, and did know it to be true that she preferred thongs. Pulling open her underwear drawer, I rummaged through it to find the smallest of her thongs. After a thorough search I picked out a black, lace front, g-string style. It was very tiny, and covered very little when I put it on. Of course, that is what I believed Jerome was hoping for; that and the fact that it would be degrading for me to wear my daughter's thong as I serviced him. With my selection made, I went back to the front door and took up my kneeling position in front of it to wait for Jerome to arrive.

I knelt waiting for a long while; so long that my knees began to ache from the hard tile. Eventually though, the door slowly began to open, and Jerome entered my home. This was the first time he had been inside, but he seemed confident; as if he had been over a thousand times before. He left the door open as he walk in and past me without saying a word. I did not move as I was unsure as to what he wanted of me. I was completely exposed to anyone you may have been looking in through the open door, but yet I did not falter. When he reached the couch and sat down to ended his silence, and spoke to me.

"Go ahead and close the door slut, and then crawl over to me."

With a steadied calm, I crawled forward to push the door closed. I knew that from where he was sitting he had a great view of my ass moving back and forth, as well as my pussy and asshole peeking out from behind the tiny string of the panties. Once I shut the door, I spun around and started to crawl to him. He had already opened up his pants and had his magnificent cock out. It wasn't completely erect, but I knew I would soon remedy that issue. When I reached him, he didn't say a word, just tilted his head down towards his crotch, and I knew I was to take his mammoth meat into my mouth. I took no time to ponder, and quickly assumed my role of cocksucker for him.

Within moments his cock was as hard as steel, and I was doing my best to take all I could into my mouth. He seemed satisfied with my ability to service his tool, which was indicated when he took his phone out and began taking more pictures of me being his slut. For whatever reason, I wasn't embarrassed or scared that he was taking pictures of me as I acted as his slut. I felt proud and honored that he felt inclined to capture me behaving as such to look at later. Of course I knew that also meant he could show others, but I weirdly trusted him to keep my best interest in mind. Of course if he showed a few friends that was no big deal, maybe even hot, but I blindly trusted that would be the extent of it.

None of the matter at the moment though, as I was only focused on his cock, and doing my best to give it pleasure. Jerome seemed to be enjoying himself, but I did notice he had stopped taking pictures with his phone. He let me continue my oral duties on him for a few minutes before he pushed me off and stood. As he did, he stirpped his belt from his pants, and then instructed that I take off his shoes and socks. With his feet uncovered, he stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirt. Towering above me naked and holding his belt he spoke.

"Stand up and turn around slut."

Once I met his order, I felt him grab my wrists and then begin to bind them together behind me with his belt. They felt secure, and he seemed satisfied as he spoke again.

"Okay slut, why don't you give me the tour of the house?"

Without saying a word, I began to walk forwards as he held on to the end of the belt. I led him through the living room and towards the hallway leading to bedrooms. As we walked, I felt like a puppy on a leash, and it made me feel so devilishly naughty. First stop was to show him my bedroom. He looked around some before indicating he wanted to see more. Continuing on, I led the way to my daughter's room, and again he looked around before urging to continue. We were heading back towards the living room at this point and passed the guest bathroom which my daughter used. He stopped me, and stated that he needed to take a leak.

I patiently waited outside as he relieved himself. He was in there for a bit, and when he came out he ordered me to open my mouth. I did without pause, and he was soon pushing some sort of fabric into it. He must have read my facial expression of confusion because he indicated that it was just another pair of my daughter's panties he found in her hamper. He also noted that they must have been a pair she wore during cheerleading because they were really damp. I felt so depraved to have a pair of my daughter's dirty panties stuffed into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat on them, and couldn't believe I was actually aroused from it. Jerome however, didn't allow me to think about it too long as he told me to go back to the living room.

Back in front of the couch, he stripped the tiny g-string to my ankles and had me bend over in front of him. He wasted no time before stuffing himself into my dripping wet sex. Initially I was worried about him being bare in my fertile womb, but after a few long penetrating strokes from him, I soon let the fear melt away. He was giving me a good pounding, and I was loving every second of it. I began to moan with passion, which of course was muffled by my daughter's panites stuffed in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me all day; I wanted to give myself over to him completely as his sex slave. It was just at that moment as I thinking about giving myself over to him, that he spoke.

"Oh yeah slut take that dick in your cheating white pussy. Feel what a real dick is like. You love my cock in your pussy. You love knowing that my cock is bare in your pussy. You want my cum in your pussy. Well it will have to be another time though slut, because I ain't ready to cum, and I still got to fuck that slutty ass of yours."

He surprisingly pulled away from me, but spotted out orders to me.

"Take off your wedding ring and step out of your daughter's panties."

I did just as he said, and felt him take my ring from my hand, and reach down to retrieve the g-string. He told me to look back at him, and I watched as he ran the g-string through the ring in such a way that it tied the ring to the panty.

"Okay slut, now I'm going to stuff these panties into your sloppy cunt, and leave just the ring hanging out. It's to show you that your pussy is mine to do with as I please, and also I want to see your wedding ring shining back at me as I fuck your ass."

Without any further hesitation, he began to push the fabric of the g-string into my recently battered pussy. It slid in with very little resistance, and I could feel just the hint of my ring as it jiggled outside. When Jerome seemed happy with his completion of the task, he lifted me up again before turning me to lay me on the couch on my back. With my hands still secured behind me, it was a little uncomfortable, but I made no indication of discomfort to him. He dropped to his knees between my legs, gave my clit and the ring a few flicks, and then spit into his palm. Using his spit covered hand, he lubed up my asshole, and was soon pushing his enormous erect cock into my rear entrance. My mouth was still stuffed with the soiled panties, and a grunt of satisfaction and pain erupted from behind the impromptu gag.

This was the first time he had fucked me in my ass while I could also look at him. He thrusted away with my legs propped over his shoulders as he grabbed my tits. I was on a whole new level of pleasure; the black man I was cheating on my husband with, was fucking my ass, while my hands were tied behind me by his belt, my pussy stuffed with a pair of my daughter's g-string panties, of which my wedding ring was tied too, and another pair of her used panties stuffed in my mouth. It was such a dirty and slutty situation, but yet I knew I wanted more. Jerome began adding to it though with his degrading words.

"Fuck slut, your ass is so tight. I love knowing that I am the only guy who has had your ass. Your poor husband hasn't even had it, and yet I am tearing it open with my big black cock. He is never to have your ass either. It is only for my cock, or other big black cocks."

He knew just how to talk to me to add to my arousal. How to speak about my family, demeaningly, and yet still make me want more.

"I am gonna cum soon slut, and when I do I am going to pull out and spray my load all over you. You are just my cum whore; my married, white, cum whore."

Giving me a few more hard thrusts, he quickly pulled himself free of my ass, leaving me with a vacant feeling, and then pump out his viscous jism onto my body. Shots of his ejaculate splashed down all over me; my stomach, chest, neck, a little reached my face, and some sprayed onto my pubic mound. He had hosed me down, and marked his territory thoroughly while I just laid back and panted like the elated slut I was. When the last of his cum dribbled out, he stepped back and loomed over me. He said nothing as he reached for his clothes and began to redress. I laid still as I watched him, and wondered what was next.

With his clothes on, he leaned down and lifted me up to unfasten my hands and retrieve his belt. As stood and watched him put his belt back on, I could also feel his sticky cum begin to slowly creep down my body; it felt so slutty. Still, once his belt was on, he said nothing as he walked past me and towards the door. It wasn't until he reached the door and was pulling it open that he turned and spoke.

"I'll text you later slut."

He then walked out of my house, leaving the door wide open and me standing naked with his drying cum coating my body. I felt so used and so slutty. A man I hardly knew, had come into my house and fucked me in three holes, came on me, and then left without even saying good bye. However, what some strange reason, I was extremely turned on by it, and in fact dropped to my knees and quickly brought myself to a crashing orgasm. It was an amazing orgasm, so powerful and so depleting. When I finally came down from its high, I stood up on weak legs and slowly walked to close my door. It was once my door was shut that I realized I was still gagged with my daughters used panties, and her other pair was still stuffed in my puffy pussy.

I retreated to my bedroom, and pulled the two dainty garments from myself; each saturated with my bodily fluids. From the g-string I untied my wedding ring before taking it and the other pair into the laundry room to be washed. Jerome's cum was hardening on my skin so I started a hot shower to clean myself up, and to melt away in. The shower felt so good that I was almost put into a trance like state of euphoria as the rest of the day went by in a blur. It wasn't until I found myself in bed next to my sleeping husband that I truly realized that the day had come to an end. As I sat reflecting, and coming back down to earth my phone vibrated with a new text message from Jerome.

Jerome: Hey slut, you up?

Me: Yes, and I am horny.

Jerome: Well I can't do anything about you being horny right now, but I am glad you are up. Tomorrow I want you to go shopping for a sexy lingerie outfit that you will wear just for me.

Me: Okay, I would love to. Anything in particular?

Jerome: You will just choose outfits, and try them on but will take pictures of yourself in each to send to me. Once I see one I like I will let you know.

Me: That sounds so hot, it will be my pleasure.

Jerome: Good slut, then I will leave you to get some sleep, and will also leave you with a picture of my own.

Just after his last message a picture came in. I opened it to see what he sent, and it was a picture he had taken of me earlier that day while I was sucking his glorious black cock. I looked absolutely slutty with his massive member stuffed into my mouth, and the tiny black g-string as the only piece of clothing I was wearing. If I hadn't know it to be true, I would have never been able to tell that I was mother and a wife. I saved the image to my phone, and looked at it for awhile longer before putting my phone down and going to sleep. For the night I dreamed of myself sucking on Jerome's black snake, and swallowing his sticky cream. When I woke in the morning, I found my hand clutching my crotch, and my pussy sticky wet with arousal.

As usual, my morning was spent seeing both my daughter and husband off for their days, before I went to get ready to my day out to do Jerome's bidding. As I figured I would be taking my clothes off a lot while lingerie shopping, I decided on a simple cotton sundress sans underwear for easier removal. I did though spend some time on my hair and makeup so that I would look my best in the pictures I would be sending to Jerome. When I was satisfied with my look, I headed out of the house to my car and drove over to the mall. I stopped by the coffee shop in the mall to get a latte before continuing on to the lingerie store to begin shopping. Browsing the racks of the large selection of erotic and expensive lingerie sets I began to get more and more excited.

Wanting to get somewhere private to myself, I chose a few sets, and retreated to the changing rooms. The attendant, a college age sporty girl, smiled and showed me into a room towards the end of the hall, and I was soon alone to try on the lingerie. Without waiting, I quickly pulled my cotton dress off my body, and stood naked as I looked over my options. Not sure where to start, I just grabbed the first hanger and began to put it on. It was an all white lace piece with matching garter and stocking. The bra top was half cup, so my nipples were exposed, while the panty was a crotchless thong. With the outfit on, I posed in front of the mirror and snapped a selfie of myself. I sent it to Jerome, and then began to undress to try on the next outfit. As I was re-hanging the first option, my phone buzzed with a reply.

Jerome: Not bad. What else slut?

I quickly put on the next outfit a maroon teddy that had a plunging neckline and a thong back. It was very light material, and I look really stunning in it. Taking a moment to look myself over, I snapped another picture and sent it to Jerome. His reply came back quick.

Jerome: Not bad. Keep them coming.

The next outfit was a black leopard, mesh garter slip that I paired with some fishnet stockings. It looked very stripper on me, but also very sexy. Taking my picture, and sending it over to Jerome I took it off and waited naked for his response. I had only brought those three items in with me, so I waited to see if he wanted me to buy any of them. As I sat and drank my coffee, my phone lit up with his reply.

Jerome: Very sexy slut. Anymore?

Me: Those are the only three I brought into the changing room with me. Do you want me to buy any of those, or should I go pick out some other options?

Jerome: I think the first one, the white lace option is the one you should buy, but I also want you to send me some more pictures of you just posing naked. Make sure I can see your ass spread open and your pussy. Also, get that wedding ring of yours in all of them as well.

Me: Okay, I get right on it.

Not taking a moment I began posing and taking pictures. Rather quickly I had four pictures capture to send off to Jerome. The first was a basic one of me standing head on, with my left hand creeping towards my shaved pussy. After that I sent him one of me with my back turned, and my left hand reaching back to pull open my ass cheek. The third, I posed on my knees in front of the mirror. My legs were spread open to show my pussy, and my left hand was gripping my tit as I held my mouth open wide. Finally, the last picture I was on my knees facing the opposite direction. My left hand this time had my ring finger slipping halfway into my tight asshole. I had never before taken pictures like that, and never would I have done so to send to someone; including my husband. It took a moment before Jerome responded back, but it did eventually come back.

Jerome: God you are such a married slut. You will do just about anything for me won't you?

Me: Thank you, and yes I would.

Jerome: Okay, well then tomorrow we will see how true that is. Meet me at the park near my house at our normal time, and wear only your the new lingerie you are going to buy. Of course you can wear a coat over top, but nothing else. Maybe even pick up some nice heels to match. See you tomorrow slut.

Me: Okay, see you tomorrow.

Finishing with Jerome, I got dressed and took the lingerie he chose out to the front to buy it. As I walked through the mall I wondered to myself what Jerome would have in store for me tomorrow. I was a little hesitant about the idea of meeting him in such a public place in just lingerie, but deep down I knew that would not keep me from meeting him. The idea of buying a matching pair of heels appealed to me, so I ducked into a shoe store to pick out a nice pair. Within minutes of walking in I picked out a sexy pair of white, peep toe heels that were about four inches in height. I quickly purchased them, and headed on my way back to my car. When I arrived home, I went straight to my room to try on my new purchase one more time; all together this time. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was stunned just how sexual I looked. Jerome would love seeing me like this, that I knew for certain.

The rest of my day went by agonizingly slow, as I tried to keep my mind out of the gutter by doing my usual housewife duties. However, the image of myself on my knees servicing Jerome kept popping into my head, and it made me wish it was the next day more and more. When my family got home it helped to distract me some, but still I imagined taking Jerome's black cock in my ass and wishing I could feel him shoot his cum into it. By the time I went to bed, I was worked up beyond belief that I actually tried to blow off some of my energy by surprising my husband with a blowjob. It was nothing compared to how I blew Jerome, and he didn't have nearly the staying power either. Only about a minute after I started, my husband couldn't hold back and spewed his tiny amount of cum into my mouth. I swallowed his seed, and then excused myself to the restroom. I felt so disappointed, and dissatisfied with the experience, and thought about bringing it up to my husband. However, when I exited the bathroom, I found that he had already fallen asleep, and I was left unsatisfied.

Peeved by my husband's apparent lack of attention to me, I decided to go out into the living room and browse my phone while watching cheesy T.V. Of course the moment I started on my phone, I was soon looking at images of white women being used by powerful black men. The further I slipped down the rabbit hole of erotic interracial imagery, the more I decided to be naughty and used. I was crazed, and even decided to strip myself naked as I began to touch myself on the couch. It wasn't enough though, as I wanted to push myself to be even naughtier. In a state of ultra-arousal, I got up from the couch, and walked to my front door. With just a slight tremble of nerves, I opened the door and walked out while still naked. The cool night air felt wonderful on my uncovered skin so I reasoned with myself that it was late and none of my neighbors were up and pushed myself to walk towards the street; away from my house.

With each step I took away from the safety of my home, my excitement grew. When I reached the curb, my body shook with the electricity of arousal and nerves. I was standing naked on the curb in front of my own house; it was crazy, yet I pushed myself further. I justified that if I could do this now and on my own, I could certainly meet Jerome the next morning wearing only my lingerie. Turning to my left, I began to walk away from my house, and further down the block. At first I did not have a goal in mind, so I settled on walking to the corner; it was only a couple houses away. Also, for whatever reason, I forced myself not to touch my dripping pussy; I wanted it to be just a normal walk, except for the being naked part.

When I reached the corner, I stopped and looked around. No one was out; it was quiet and calm. I just took a moment to stand and soak it all in. I was naked in public, on a street corner, and had done so of my own volition. Never in a million years would I have done anything like this prior to meeting Jerome, but now I wonder why I hadn't. It felt so freeing, and so stimulating, just like it feels when I am with Jerome. I wanted it to last longer, but knew I should get back, especially considering that it was late and I wanted to be suitably rested for my meeting with Jerome in the morning. Slowly, I meandered back to my house; enjoying the freeness of the experience the whole way.


Again, for whatever reason, when I got back inside I decided not to play with myself. Maybe I felt I needed to say myself, and my high for Jerome, but whatever it was for I simply got redressed and went off to bed. Though I can't be certain, I believe that once I laid my head down, I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I remember dreaming of walking through the middle of town, in the middle of the day, stark naked. In that dream the people looked and gawked at me, but I was unaffected. I just strolled down the street as if nothing was amiss. That dream woke me up as I was panting and clutching my soaked crotch.

Thankfully, when I woke from the dream it was close to my normal waking hour, so I was able to get up and take a nice cool shower to calm down some. While showering, I made sure I was shaved of any stray hairs, and smooth for Jerome's touch. Out of the shower, I threw on a bathrobe and began getting breakfast ready for my family. I had a giddy excitement as I got things ready, and both my daughter and husband mentioned that I seemed to be in unusually high spirits. I let them know that I had gotten a good night sleep, and just felt really refreshed and energized. Thankfully, neither of them really pushed it any further, my husband did show a little more affection because of the treat I gave him the night before, but as usual they left for to start their days, and I was left home to do whatever I pleased. That meant now to go and get used by a dominant black man in the park.

In a blur, I was dressing in my newly acquired lingerie and heels, and was ready before long. I grabbed my trench coat that I wore the first time I went to Jerome's apartment on my own, and smiled that I was wearing it again to meet him. Not really sure where that park was, I texted him before I left to get directions. Once he replied back with the instructions, I thanked and told him I was on my way. In my car, I had to focus on not speeding as I badly wanted to see Jerome. He texted me as I drove that he would meet me outside the restrooms, at the south end of the park. I could only imagine what was planned.

I pulled into the parking lot of the park, and took a few calm deep breaths before getting out. Looking around I survey the park, and noticed that other than Jerome's car, no others were there and that it didn't seem to have any pedestrians either. It was small park, a bit on the run down side, but that didn't bother me as all I was focused on was seeing Jerome. I noticed the restrooms at the far end of the park and began to walk along the concrete path to them. My heels clicked-clacked as I walked, and as I got closer the more aroused and brave I got. I unfastened my coat and let it fall open in front to show off my lingerie. I felt confident that there was no one else at the park, and that Jerome would be happy to see me meet him like that. The cool morning air tickled my wet pussy lips as I walked, they were exposed thanks to the crotchless lace panty. Once I was only about a hundred feet from the small restroom building, Jerome emerged from the opposite side and smiled upon seeing me. I continued to walk to him until I was just a few feet infront of him and he stopped me to speak.

"What a good looking slut you are in your sexy lingerie and heels. Since your coat is already open, go ahead and take it all the way off," he ordered.

I didn't balk at his command, and simply slid my coat off my shoulders to expose myself to him. I held the coat over my arm as I listened to him give me more instructions.

"Go lay your coat over that trash can for now, and then follow me."

I followed were he pointed with my eyes, and located the trash can he referenced. Confidently, I walked over to it and d****d my coat across its rim. As I did, he began to walk towards the entrance to the men's restroom, and I hurried to follow as I was told. As I entered the room behind him, my nose was filled with the stench of urine and other foul smelling odors. My nose crinkled, but I said nothing as I did not want to upset Jerome. Once we were both inside the dreary, dank room, he spoke to me once again.

"Quite the contrast; you are all dolled up in fancy lingerie while standing in the middle of a disgusting public men's room. Go stand over by the urinals. I want to take a picture of just how slutty and raunchy this is."

Happily, I walked over to stand in front of the row of urinals. Jerome pulled from his pocket his phone, and quickly took a picture of me. I felt so dirty, and yet also so horny. Once he got the picture, he gave me further orders.

"Okay slut, that's good. Now get over here and show my just how much of a dirty slut you are. On your knees and suck my cock."

I didn't have to be told twice, I quickly took my place in front of him and on my knees. I watched as he released his cock from the confines of his pants, and soon took it into my wanting mouth. As I sucked his cock, he began to use his phone to capture video of my slutty behavior. I felt so degraded, but in a very arousing way. I was dressed in very nice lingerie, and was on my knees of a dingy public restroom, sucking a huge black cock and getting recorded doing so. I had become such a slut.

Jerome though seemed intent on just allowing me to blow him, as he made no move to transition into fucking me. He instead let me work my mouth magic on him, and after a few minutes erupted. I was surprised that he had cum, and also by just how much he came. I struggled to swallow the viscous load, but was overjoyed with the fact that I got to taste his seed. When his pulsing, spewing cock stopped, he pulled it away and began to walk towards the urinals. He reached one of them and then instructed to come to him. As I reached him, and knelt beside him he asked for my ring. Just like I had in the past, I quickly pulled it from my finger and handed it to him without asking any questions. Taking the ring from me, he tossed it into the urinal and then grabbed ahold of my head before speaking.

"Look at your wedding ring slut. Look at it sparkling on that urinal cake. Now I want you to watch as I piss all over the symbol of your marriage."

He then let out a stream of urine from his still semi erect cock and aimed it at my wedding ring. My face was only inches away from his stream, and I could feel the warmth of his piss on my skin. I watched, mesmerized, as he urinated all over my ring. The stringent aroma of his piss acted as almost an aphrodisiac for me. It was so dirty, but at the same time so purely dominating. He was literally pissing on my marriage, and rather being upset by it, I was enthralled with arousal. Watching the golden stream flow from him, I instinctively began to lick my lips, and imagine what it would be like to taste his piss. I know that sounds crazy, but the idea though humiliating and degrading seemed like the ultimate surrender of my power to him. To turn myself over to him and his wants. This of course was only present in my mind, but he may have been able to pick up on my vibe, because as his flow pittered to a stop he turned his hips to allow me to lick away the last drips of piss from his cock. It was an unspoken moment of understanding that I was his to use, and had no issue clean his cock and tasting his piss.

When he was happy that the last of his urine was taken care off, he again pulled his cock away from me and this time began to fasten his pants. I looked on at him with a look on confusion. He had not fucked me, and our meeting had only been a few minutes. He couldn't possibly be done with me now; I needed to feel him inside of me. He of course observed my confusion, and replied to it in a very matter of a fact way.

"Don't be sad slut, I told today was about seeing just what you would be willing to do for me. You see, now I know you will meet me and perform for me in public, while dressed as a slut. I have learned that you don't mind the taste of my piss, and as I'm about to find out you are willing to risk public exposure to keep getting my black cock."

I replied honestly, "Yes, that is all true, and I am sorry that I seemed upset. I just need your black cock all the time, and am willing to do whatever to have it."

He smiled and the spoke, "Very good slut, because I want to post that picture I took of you standing by the urinals to a public website. If that is fine by you, tell me to post it, and you will get my big black cock again soon."

Even in my state of ultra-arousal, I knew it wasn't a good idea to have him post such an erotic image of me on the web. It could potentially lead to me being exposed. However, I didn't want to displease him, and desperately wanted him to know that I was being truthful when I said I would do anything for him, so I answered again honestly, "I don't care. Please post that picture on the web. All I care about is servicing you and your big black cock."

"As I thought slut. I'll text you later with the link to the picture, and then tonight to set up our next meeting. Thank you slut for being so well behaved," was his reply.

As I knelt next to the urinals, I watched him leave with a big smile on his face. The idea of a picture he had taken of me getting posted online scared me, but I was also contented that he gave me good praises before he left. It was as if I was his puppy dog, and he had praised me for being a good dog. Even though that sounded so demeaning, in reality, it meant the world to me to know I had behaved properly for him. So with a smile on my face, I reached into the urinal and fetched my urine soaked wedding ring. As I slid it onto my finger, I thought of how much I loved submitting to Jerome, and not about my love for my husband.

I stood and made my way out of the grungy restroom to retrieve my coat. Upon my exit I was shocked to find that my coat was no longer where I left it. This was unsettling for me, as I would have to walk back to my car in skimpy lingerie. When I arrived the park was deserted, but I wasn't sure that was still the case. I knew there was no way around me making the trek, as I had left my phone in my car but then I realized that my car keys were in my coat pocket. My only hope was that Jerome took my coat with him, and had left my car keys by my car.

Not wanting to be caught standing in my underwear, I hurriedly began walking down the path back towards the parking lot. From what I could tell as I drew closer, no other cars were parked which I felt confident in assuming meant no one else was in the park at that moment. After the short walk and I reached my car, I let out a sigh of relief when I reached for my door to open it and it was unlocked. My keys were sitting on the driver's seat, so I scooped them up and promptly sat down. I had to take a moment to settle my nerves and breathing, as I was a wreck with emotions from the possibility of being left stranded at a public park in naughty lingerie.

Once I calmed down, I quickly got my car started and headed home. Even though I was driving home in just my underwear, I felt safe because I was in my car. I did however choose to park in the garage, as I didn't want to risk my neighbors seeing me in my state of undress. When I did get home, it was more than a second after I entered my house, that I dropped to my knees and began to get myself off. I came with a crashing orgasmic wave right in my kitchen. The morning had me so riled up, that it only took me a minute to reach the climactic high. Even though my orgasm was amazing, I still wished Jerome would have brought it about with his gratifying cock.

Unfortunately, I had to get myself back to my normal state; I had household duties to attend, and could not afford to let them slide. It was in the midst of those duties however, that Jerome texted me. I was a giddy eager slut when I opened his message to reveal its contents. Sadly, all the message contained was a web link. No small talk, or sexual chat, just simply a link. Reading the link's address my spirits perked as I realized it was to the picture he took of me. He actually posted it online. With a nervous tremble in my fingers, I clicked the link, and watched anxiously as the site loaded up on my phone. It was an amateur porn site like Imagefap, and there I was standing in white lingerie in front of some urinals. What I wasn't expecting, but was hoping for, was that Jerome had cropped the photo from my mouth down. If I hadn't know it was a picture of me, I don't believe I would have been able to tell.

I stared at the picture on my phone for a long while. I just couldn't believe that such a naughty picture of me was available for anyone to view online. It was such an arousing concept, that countless strangers would see me standing in my sexy lingerie, as Jerome had that morning. The title also added to the naughtiness of it, as Jerome had titled it "White slut poses for black cock." It was so literal, and yet so demeaning; being to just a slut on the internet. I scrolled down, to check for comments, and noticed he had also added a description that stated, "more of the slut to come soon." This surprised me, as I hadn't thought about the potential for more pictures to be posted, but I guess I should have figured it was an option considering he was building quite the collection already. It started me thinking about what it would be like to have other pictures online; maybe even naughtier ones in which I was servicing Jerome's cock. Without realizing it, my hand had snuck its way into my pants and was rubbing my wet pussy at the thought.

The rest of my afternoon was a fog, and I couldn't get myself to focus for any longer than a few moments on anything that wasn't about my relationship with Jerome. Somehow though I did manage to get my house in order, and even feed myself, but once that was taken care of I retreated to my bedroom to ponder exactly what my life had become. I needed to process everything, and that is what got me to write it all out; I wanted to replay everything and see what impact it had on me. So that brings me to present time; right now. As I read through what I have written, I understand my desire to serve Jerome more, and my need to be used. Though I know it isn't the right thing to do, I also know that I would be able to live with myself if I didn't continue. I am Jerome's slut, and I want to whatever I can to serve him.