Paige Harmon backed her car into the curb not thirty feet from the doorway of The Bat's Wing. Since awakening that morning her stomach had been in knots that increased with her proximity to the club. Although it was still mid-morning she worried someone she knew would see her. The day was sunny and warm and, on Reggie's instructions, she'd come braless as usual and had worn a pair of ragged jeans. Her hair was windblown but only increased her look of sensuality.
Inside the club's entrance the bar ran down the right wall about thirty feet. Making a right angle to the left was the dance stage lined with footlights where Paige saw herself dancing nude very soon. Tables ranged in both front and back of the dance stage and further back was a smaller dance floor and the booths where she and Kara had begun this odyssey. It was dark inside and took Paige a moment to adjust her eyesight. A slender, elderly black man was wiping the bar's surface and greeted her with a smile. His hair was completely white as was his gleaming smile. "Can I help ya?" He asked cheerily. Paige nodded, aware he was examining her and enjoying what he saw.
"I'm here to see Rick." Paige replied as she was told.
The black man smiled. "I'm Eddie." he introduced himself, "Rick's all the way in the back, there's a door at the far back wall. Hold a sec and lemme get someone to help you." Paige waited nervously while Eddie dialed a house phone and spoke briefly. "One of the other girls'll be here." He said.
Paige felt nervous standing alone in the bar where she knew she'd dance and let black men fuck her. Her big tits rose and fell with anxiety and for a moment she wished she could run from the darkened place. But in the back of her mind came a familiar tug, a need to feel Reggie's big dick in her cunt again. She would never have believed in addiction just a month ago but now she was living proof of it. Her attention was suddenly drawn to a petite but chesty blonde girl who quickly approached. The first thing Paige realized was how cute the woman was.
"Hi." the voice sounded familiar. "I'm Janet."
Yes, that was it. The woman Paige had talked to a couple nights before. Paige introduced herself and Janet immediately remembered her. "Oh yeah, hi!" She embraced Paige. Janet was maybe an inch shorter than Paige, her blonde hair was layered but neat and she had sparkling blue eyes. For a woman as petite and fine featured as Janet was, she had a wonderful body. Her tits strained at her small t-shirt and her nipples poking through showed she wore no bra. Janet's waist was quite small and her ass was round and tight.
"So you're the Paige we all heard about." Janet said as they wound their way to the back. "Tell me." she giggled, "Has Reggie fucked you yet?" Paige blushed and Janet grinned. "Yeah he has." she joked, "I see it in your face."
"Can I..?" Paige paused as they were three-quarters of the way to the doorway in the back, "Can I ask a personal question"I mean, um, a business question?" Janet turned to face Paige, her eyes searching the woman's face.
"Sure." Janet replied, "Ask away." Paige found the words hard to form. Guessing her thoughts Janet grinned. "You want to know if I'm a whore?" Paige felt her face turn red and nodded.
"I am." Janet said lightly, "We all are. Don't get nervous about it. After a week or so you'll be able to talk about anything without blinking an eye." Janet reached out to gently caress Paige's tits. "You got a real nice body, girl." she said. "And just so you know, when I am dancing I usually end up fucking about four guys a night, ok? And we all go bareback, house rules." She smiled and squeezed Paige's tit gently. "Curious about the tat?"
Without a second's pause Janet lifted her top and bared her own tits. Paige figured them to be a full C-cup. They were beauties, full and round with the nipples slightly darkened and wide areola. Through each nipple hung a gold ring about the size of a quarter in diameter. Around Janet's left nipple the word 'whore' was neatly printed in bold black letters and around her right nipple were the words 'black cock'. Satisfied Paige had seen them, Janet let her shirt down.
"And the other night you asked about being pregnant?" The blonde woman's eyes sparkled.
Paige nodded, "Y-yes I did." she stammered.
"One girl is seven months along I told you. She looks gorgeous. As a matter of fact, she still dances and is always getting asked to fuck. Black guys love a pregnant white girl when the baby's black."
Paige frowned, "What about the husbands?"
Janet shrugged and held up her left hand, a wedding ring gleamed on her ring finger.
"Most of us are married and our husbands know what we do." she said matter of factly. "Most of them love the idea, as a matter of fact." she grinned wickedly, "My husband loves cleaning me when I get home at night." she laughed at Paige's surprise. "No shit, he does. And when I was pregnant he just about jerked off a dozen times a day." Paige couldn't hide her surprise. "You were pregnant?" Janet nodded, "Sure was. I have a little black girl, eleven months old." Paige could only stare.
"Let's get you to see Rick." Janet said, leading Paige to the back door. In the next ten minutes Paige found herself absorbed in signing legal papers, learning the schedules of the girls and the timing of the dancing.
Finally Rick, a muscular young black man, said, "Ready to get to work?" Fortunately Janet volunteered to take Paige to the piercing salon. The whole thing was over in a matter of minutes and Paige stood in front of a mirror gazing at the gold rings hanging from her nipples. Janet whistled softly and cupped both tits from behind.
"You're gonna be a big star." she said and kissed the back of Paige's neck. From there the two women went to the tattoo salon only a block from where Paige had her nipples pierced. Laying back in the chair with a grizzled black man bent over one of her big tits, Paige stared at the ceiling wondering just how deeply she was going to go. Beside her, Janet ran her fingers over Paige's free tit and playfully rubbed the nipple.
"You ever been with a girl?" Janet asked in a quiet voice.
"Uh huh." Paige replied.
Janet smiled, "Mmmmm, can I be next?"
Paige turned to look at the blonde. "Are you serious?"
Janet nodded excitedly, "When the time comes." she said.
Paige was about to answer when the elderly black man grunted "Hold on now." and Paige bit her lip at the stinging pain shooting through the flesh of her left boob. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to take it and was about to just yell STOP when the old man lifted his head. "Done." he simply stated.
"What about the other tit?" Janet wanted to know.
The elderly man shrugged, "Reggie called and said just do the left one for now." He grinned and unzipped his pants. "You paying cash or do I get my usual?"
Paige watched as the older black man pulled out his dick; long and thick but not nearly as thick as Reggie's.
Janet, seeing the look of reluctance cross Paige's face, came to her rescue. "Frank." she said in a sultry voice, "Why not something special?"
The man scowled. "Like what?" he asked warily.
"How about watching us?" Janet glanced at Paige. "and you jack off the black dick and let us know when you're gonna shoot?"
The elderly black paused as he considered the offer and then nodded, "Go ahead but it better be damned hot." he warned. Paige, still not sure what the blonde meant, simply followed her lead.
Janet helped her from the chair and Paige looked in a mirror for the first time and saw 'whore' neatly and darkly etched around her left nipple. Janet, now undressed, began gently fondling Paige, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down. Paige felt numb and allowed Janet to guide her to the carpet on the floor, laying with her as the blonde deeply kissed her and the old black man stood over them stroking his hard cock. In moments the two women degenerated into tongues and tits and pussy. Paige writhed as Janet skillfully at her; Kara had been wonderful but Janet's mouth drove Paige into jelly. It was as they french kissed, Paige tasting her own juice on Janet's mouth that the old man erupted, thick dollops of warm sperm splattering their faces, running between their lips as both women, not caring, sipped the semen, shared it, swallowed and continued kissing.
Back at the club, Paige was given her work schedule; two nights each week, working from seven in the evening until two in the morning. She was also introduced to two other girls besides Janet, a wide-eyed, innocent looking woman in her late twenties named Diane and a very pretty and very pregnant brunette named Leda. Despite her clean good looks, Leda's eyes showed the weariness of being pregnant. Her belly was swollen enormously with her milk-heavy tits lolling atop them, both nipples pierced and tattooed.
"How does she keep doing guys?" Paige asked Janet on her way out.
The blonde giggled. "She does almost all anal now." Janet answered and saw Paige's eyes widen again.
"All anal?" Paige repeated.
"Yep." Janet assured her, "and she has taken some really big dicks too."
The big problem for Paige now, she knew, was to keep her husband from seeing her nipple rings and tattoo. She'd have to always wear something to bed now, of course and she'd now keep him out of the shower with her. Her mind raced with ideas, fears and curiosity at her future and before she knew it Paige found herself within a mile of Kara's home. On impulse she made the turn into her sister's development and pulled to the curb outside Kara's house. The door was unlocked and Paige let herself in, wondering where Kara might be. Entering the living room she smelled the unmistakeable scent of raw sex and, at the same time, heard the muffled grunts coming from the second floor. Unable to keep from smiling, Paige cautiously climbed the stairway and tiptoed down the carpeted hall. Peeking into the bedroom used by Kara and her husband, John, Paige almost did a classic doubletake. On the bed, Kara was sandwiched between two black men Paige had never seen before. One big black dick plugged her sister's pussy as Kara slid up and down on it, great globs of semen escaping Kara's stretched fuckhole. The other black cock was buried deeply up Kara's asshole! Paige had never known her sister to indulge in anal sex but there was no denying what she was seeing. A third black man was standing, knees bent, at Kara's face, hands on her head as his cock sawed in and out of Kara's mouth. Her sister was taking all three black cocks at once, grunting like a sow, hips churning, mouth giving out deep wet sounds as her big tits wobbled back and forth.
The black fucking Kara's mouth spied Paige and grinned. "Hey, looks like that other whore Reggie told us about is here." His dick slipped from Kara's mouth and Paige's sister looked over her shoulder and gave a weak grin. Beneath her, the black fucking Kara's cunt grabbed both swaying tits and began sucking as the man whose dick her sister was sucking stepped off the bed and motioned to Paige.
"C'mon in, babe." he said, a long, thick cock swaying between his legs. "Your sister is a good fuck, you any better?"
Kara, grunting with the exertion, looked at Paige. "Paige, Reggie sent them." she grunted.
The man now approaching Paige nodded. "Oh yeah, my man Reggie said if we wanted pussy to contact you two. Now you gonna do as your man says?"
Paige wanted to resist but images of nuzzling Reggie's massive dick swept into her mind. She'd committed herself to him because she loved, yes, loved that black dick. Mindlessly Paige unbuttoned her jeans, letting them slide down her legs. "Okay," she sighed, resigned to what she had become, "Let's do it."
Regardless of what she had thought before, the fuck was good. Very good. The black guy, Marcus, had gently slipped his dick easily up into Paige's big cunt. "Damn baby." Marcus hissed as he began thrusting, "You got a nice pussy. Fuck on my dick with it." And with that Marcus held himself still as Paige began moving her hips fucking her cunt up and down on the fat black meat. Her movements were effortless and Paige realized she now moved and acted like a whore, a black man's white whore, something her parents had said was the lowest a white girl could ever get. And Paige enjoyed the feeling. Marcus added something to their fucking, however. As Paige worked the dick in and out of herself, Marcus teased her, Marcus goaded her, Marcus prodded her and with each exchange Paige felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a world of lust where thoughts of sex were exclusively the domain of a hard black penis.
"You love fuckin" nigger dick, don't you baby?" Marcus hissed. Paige nodded almost dreamily. "Say it." Marcus demanded.
"I love fucking nigger dick." Paige said, feeling her clit swell. "Big black nigger dick." she hissed back, "fucking my white whore cunt good. I love it."
Marcus smiled. "You were meant for it, baby, you know it."
Paige groaned at the truth. "Yesss." she hissed, "I know it. I was made for black dick. It's what I'm built for. I love being a whore." The words flowed easily from her mouth. Marcus's cock pumped deep. His balls slapped her asscheeks and the black man read her tattoo around her nipple.
"You want my seed?" His mouth was inches from Paige's ear.
"Oh yeah, baby." Paige heard herself groaning, "Give ne that seed. Fuck me so good." And as she felt the sperm blasting deep inside her Paige knew she had become a whore, there was no way she could deny it, no way to rationalize it. For some reason, some unknown reason, some place in her mind had been freed and a raging whore had been loosed. It was while Paige was sucking the cock of a second black in Kara's bedroom that she began wondering how she could ever get the whore she was to co-exist with the housewife she was supposed to be.
Robert Harmon had come to bed horny. He was disappointed his wife wore a long flannel nightgown; he had dearly hoped to play with those big, heavy tits before fucking her. "Can I get some pussy tonight?" he snuggled close to Paige. Her mind raced, she had no desire for her husband's slender dick and she surely couldn't let him feel her tits or he'd discover the big gold rings in her nipples.
"How about if I jerk you off?" she offered in a soft voice.
"No pussy?" Robert sounded wounded.
"You can eat me if you want." Paige offered. Beside her, Robert was shrugging down his underwear, letting his slender white dick wave in the air. Her finger closed around it and Paige had an idea. She began to stroke ever so slowly, making sure Robert felt every sensation.
"Honey?" Paige cooed, "Would you be upset if I got a job a couple nights a week?" There was a pause and her husband sighed,
"Probably not." he allowed, "Is the pay good?"
Paige smiled in the darkness. She told him what she'd be making and her husband whistled.
"For two nights work? What will you be doing?" Paige decided to tell him part of the truth.
"Dancing." she said softly, making sure the rhythm of her hand didn't change.
"Dancing?" Robert's voice was thick with lust. "Like sexy dancing?"
Paige stopped stroking, wanting him desperate. "Yeah." she finally replied and felt his hips buck upward. It was working. "Would you be pissed?"
Her husband was quiet, enjoying his wife's hand. "You know I always said you had a great body to show off." he replied through clenched jaws.
"I know." Paige acknowledged. "And you always said your fantasy would be for me to dance and let other guys see what you're getting."
Robert's silence was broken by a soft groan. "Nude dancing?" he asked quickly.
"Uh huh." Paige told him, "Completely. Is that bad?"
Her husband responded immediately, "Oh no, sweetheart, damn, that is a dream of mine." Paige skillfully worked his small dick. Robert paused, "But would you have to have sex with anyone?"
Paige weighed her options. "I don't know." she whispered as sexily as she could make herself sound. Her hand stopped again, this time Robert put his hand atop hers to get it moving again.
"Well..." he sounded wary.
"What do you think?" Paige cooed, snuggling closer. She lifted the hem of the woolen night gown to rub her hairy cunt on his thigh.
"Maybe if the guy turned you on." Robert wheezed, "You know, gave you a lot of money."
Paige smiled. "It would only be like that." she promised, biting her lip. Then her husband shocked her, genuinely shocked her.
"Would you have sex..?" he paused fighting back a climax. He wanted these feelings to last. Next to him, his wife, the secret whore, gently pumped her husband's dick.
"Would you," Robert began again, "ever think of sex with a a nigger?"
Paige felt her heart almost stop beating. She slowed her hand.
"Why?" she asked gently, forcing herself to sound calm, "Is that a big no no?"
Robert was silent, searching for words. He felt his wife's perfect pussy. Her cunt, she called it. "Please don't think I'm p-p-perverted." he gasped. Paige sensed what he might say and wished it as deeply as she ever wished anything.
"Tell me." she asked in her sexiest voice.
"I.. I.. I always had a fantasy of you with a black guy." Robert blurted, fully expecting his wife to recoil in horror. It then was Robert's turn to be shocked in the most arousing way he ever imagined.
"Oh well..." Paige maintained her cool demeanor. "If you say it turns you on, I will let a black guy fuck me."
There, she said it. Her husband was breathing harshly, deep raspy breathing.
"For real?" he gasped, "I mean more than one in a night?"
Paige felt like shouting for joy. "If you want me to." Paige said slowly, "I'll only let black guys have sex with me." She felt her husband fighting to prevent himself from cumming. She, too, wanted to draw this out to get as much allowance from him as possible.
"Okay." Robert managed to rasp. "Only black guys, okay?"
Paige smiled, "Mmm hmm." she agreed. "Only black."
Robert began to speak and stopped. "What is it honey?" Paige asked sweetly. "Tell your naughty wife."
Her husband, overwhelmed by his dreams come true, nervously asked, "Umm. Protection?"
Paige squeezed the slender dick in her hand. "Well..." she said in a deeper, huskier voice, "Do you want a big black cock shooting in your wife?"
Robert answered so quickly Paige knew he'd been thinking of it, "I fantasize." he croaked.
"I'll do it." Paige assured him in a sexy voice. It felt as though the room was a hundred degrees. "If a black man wants to fuck me, I'll let him cum in me." she said flatly. Then she added "What if I get pregnant?" and felt her husband stiffen.
"I.. uh.. I.." he stammered with difficulty.
"Let's worry if or when it happens." Paige cooed.
"When?" Robert had heard the word. "When?" he repeated. Paige pressed her furry cunt tighter on his thigh.
"Sweetie." she said innocently, but thinking of what she had told Reggie, "If black men are cumming in me don't you think there's a chance?" Robert only nodded, afraid to speak.
"But you'll let me do it all?" Paige asked, her hand now moving faster.
Her husband grunted "Yes, everything."
Then Paige played her final card. "Robert." she whispered, "Would you still eat me?" Her words made Robert groan loudly. He then told her something they'd always joked about but, Paige knew, had a ring of truth to it.
"Baby," he rasped, "you know one reason I had to marry you was cuz I am in love with your p-p-cunt." he caught himself.
Paige nodded against his shoulder. "I know and I like that you do. Would you still eat it if I let a black man cum in it?"
Robert grunted his agreement, "Y-y-yes I will."
"Mmmm." Paige kissed his ear, "Then cum big for me so I know you mean it." With a deep groan her husband loosed a thin stream of his sperm into the air, splattering over his belly and his wife's hand.
Wiping his semen from her fingers, Paige turned away from Robert smiling. This might work after all, she thought to herself and idly ran a finger around the gold ring in her left nipple. Janet was right, she thought. I can't wait to tell her again. Paige then frowned in confusion. Thinking of the sexy blonde had caused her to get wet. It had never happened before. Maybe, Paige reasoned, it's part of knowing I'm a whore and liking it.
Inside the club's entrance the bar ran down the right wall about thirty feet. Making a right angle to the left was the dance stage lined with footlights where Paige saw herself dancing nude very soon. Tables ranged in both front and back of the dance stage and further back was a smaller dance floor and the booths where she and Kara had begun this odyssey. It was dark inside and took Paige a moment to adjust her eyesight. A slender, elderly black man was wiping the bar's surface and greeted her with a smile. His hair was completely white as was his gleaming smile. "Can I help ya?" He asked cheerily. Paige nodded, aware he was examining her and enjoying what he saw.
"I'm here to see Rick." Paige replied as she was told.
The black man smiled. "I'm Eddie." he introduced himself, "Rick's all the way in the back, there's a door at the far back wall. Hold a sec and lemme get someone to help you." Paige waited nervously while Eddie dialed a house phone and spoke briefly. "One of the other girls'll be here." He said.
Paige felt nervous standing alone in the bar where she knew she'd dance and let black men fuck her. Her big tits rose and fell with anxiety and for a moment she wished she could run from the darkened place. But in the back of her mind came a familiar tug, a need to feel Reggie's big dick in her cunt again. She would never have believed in addiction just a month ago but now she was living proof of it. Her attention was suddenly drawn to a petite but chesty blonde girl who quickly approached. The first thing Paige realized was how cute the woman was.
"Hi." the voice sounded familiar. "I'm Janet."
Yes, that was it. The woman Paige had talked to a couple nights before. Paige introduced herself and Janet immediately remembered her. "Oh yeah, hi!" She embraced Paige. Janet was maybe an inch shorter than Paige, her blonde hair was layered but neat and she had sparkling blue eyes. For a woman as petite and fine featured as Janet was, she had a wonderful body. Her tits strained at her small t-shirt and her nipples poking through showed she wore no bra. Janet's waist was quite small and her ass was round and tight.
"So you're the Paige we all heard about." Janet said as they wound their way to the back. "Tell me." she giggled, "Has Reggie fucked you yet?" Paige blushed and Janet grinned. "Yeah he has." she joked, "I see it in your face."
"Can I..?" Paige paused as they were three-quarters of the way to the doorway in the back, "Can I ask a personal question"I mean, um, a business question?" Janet turned to face Paige, her eyes searching the woman's face.
"Sure." Janet replied, "Ask away." Paige found the words hard to form. Guessing her thoughts Janet grinned. "You want to know if I'm a whore?" Paige felt her face turn red and nodded.
"I am." Janet said lightly, "We all are. Don't get nervous about it. After a week or so you'll be able to talk about anything without blinking an eye." Janet reached out to gently caress Paige's tits. "You got a real nice body, girl." she said. "And just so you know, when I am dancing I usually end up fucking about four guys a night, ok? And we all go bareback, house rules." She smiled and squeezed Paige's tit gently. "Curious about the tat?"
Without a second's pause Janet lifted her top and bared her own tits. Paige figured them to be a full C-cup. They were beauties, full and round with the nipples slightly darkened and wide areola. Through each nipple hung a gold ring about the size of a quarter in diameter. Around Janet's left nipple the word 'whore' was neatly printed in bold black letters and around her right nipple were the words 'black cock'. Satisfied Paige had seen them, Janet let her shirt down.
"And the other night you asked about being pregnant?" The blonde woman's eyes sparkled.
Paige nodded, "Y-yes I did." she stammered.
"One girl is seven months along I told you. She looks gorgeous. As a matter of fact, she still dances and is always getting asked to fuck. Black guys love a pregnant white girl when the baby's black."
Paige frowned, "What about the husbands?"
Janet shrugged and held up her left hand, a wedding ring gleamed on her ring finger.
"Most of us are married and our husbands know what we do." she said matter of factly. "Most of them love the idea, as a matter of fact." she grinned wickedly, "My husband loves cleaning me when I get home at night." she laughed at Paige's surprise. "No shit, he does. And when I was pregnant he just about jerked off a dozen times a day." Paige couldn't hide her surprise. "You were pregnant?" Janet nodded, "Sure was. I have a little black girl, eleven months old." Paige could only stare.
"Let's get you to see Rick." Janet said, leading Paige to the back door. In the next ten minutes Paige found herself absorbed in signing legal papers, learning the schedules of the girls and the timing of the dancing.
Finally Rick, a muscular young black man, said, "Ready to get to work?" Fortunately Janet volunteered to take Paige to the piercing salon. The whole thing was over in a matter of minutes and Paige stood in front of a mirror gazing at the gold rings hanging from her nipples. Janet whistled softly and cupped both tits from behind.
"You're gonna be a big star." she said and kissed the back of Paige's neck. From there the two women went to the tattoo salon only a block from where Paige had her nipples pierced. Laying back in the chair with a grizzled black man bent over one of her big tits, Paige stared at the ceiling wondering just how deeply she was going to go. Beside her, Janet ran her fingers over Paige's free tit and playfully rubbed the nipple.
"You ever been with a girl?" Janet asked in a quiet voice.
"Uh huh." Paige replied.
Janet smiled, "Mmmmm, can I be next?"
Paige turned to look at the blonde. "Are you serious?"
Janet nodded excitedly, "When the time comes." she said.
Paige was about to answer when the elderly black man grunted "Hold on now." and Paige bit her lip at the stinging pain shooting through the flesh of her left boob. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to take it and was about to just yell STOP when the old man lifted his head. "Done." he simply stated.
"What about the other tit?" Janet wanted to know.
The elderly man shrugged, "Reggie called and said just do the left one for now." He grinned and unzipped his pants. "You paying cash or do I get my usual?"
Paige watched as the older black man pulled out his dick; long and thick but not nearly as thick as Reggie's.
Janet, seeing the look of reluctance cross Paige's face, came to her rescue. "Frank." she said in a sultry voice, "Why not something special?"
The man scowled. "Like what?" he asked warily.
"How about watching us?" Janet glanced at Paige. "and you jack off the black dick and let us know when you're gonna shoot?"
The elderly black paused as he considered the offer and then nodded, "Go ahead but it better be damned hot." he warned. Paige, still not sure what the blonde meant, simply followed her lead.
Janet helped her from the chair and Paige looked in a mirror for the first time and saw 'whore' neatly and darkly etched around her left nipple. Janet, now undressed, began gently fondling Paige, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down. Paige felt numb and allowed Janet to guide her to the carpet on the floor, laying with her as the blonde deeply kissed her and the old black man stood over them stroking his hard cock. In moments the two women degenerated into tongues and tits and pussy. Paige writhed as Janet skillfully at her; Kara had been wonderful but Janet's mouth drove Paige into jelly. It was as they french kissed, Paige tasting her own juice on Janet's mouth that the old man erupted, thick dollops of warm sperm splattering their faces, running between their lips as both women, not caring, sipped the semen, shared it, swallowed and continued kissing.
Back at the club, Paige was given her work schedule; two nights each week, working from seven in the evening until two in the morning. She was also introduced to two other girls besides Janet, a wide-eyed, innocent looking woman in her late twenties named Diane and a very pretty and very pregnant brunette named Leda. Despite her clean good looks, Leda's eyes showed the weariness of being pregnant. Her belly was swollen enormously with her milk-heavy tits lolling atop them, both nipples pierced and tattooed.
"How does she keep doing guys?" Paige asked Janet on her way out.
The blonde giggled. "She does almost all anal now." Janet answered and saw Paige's eyes widen again.
"All anal?" Paige repeated.
"Yep." Janet assured her, "and she has taken some really big dicks too."
The big problem for Paige now, she knew, was to keep her husband from seeing her nipple rings and tattoo. She'd have to always wear something to bed now, of course and she'd now keep him out of the shower with her. Her mind raced with ideas, fears and curiosity at her future and before she knew it Paige found herself within a mile of Kara's home. On impulse she made the turn into her sister's development and pulled to the curb outside Kara's house. The door was unlocked and Paige let herself in, wondering where Kara might be. Entering the living room she smelled the unmistakeable scent of raw sex and, at the same time, heard the muffled grunts coming from the second floor. Unable to keep from smiling, Paige cautiously climbed the stairway and tiptoed down the carpeted hall. Peeking into the bedroom used by Kara and her husband, John, Paige almost did a classic doubletake. On the bed, Kara was sandwiched between two black men Paige had never seen before. One big black dick plugged her sister's pussy as Kara slid up and down on it, great globs of semen escaping Kara's stretched fuckhole. The other black cock was buried deeply up Kara's asshole! Paige had never known her sister to indulge in anal sex but there was no denying what she was seeing. A third black man was standing, knees bent, at Kara's face, hands on her head as his cock sawed in and out of Kara's mouth. Her sister was taking all three black cocks at once, grunting like a sow, hips churning, mouth giving out deep wet sounds as her big tits wobbled back and forth.
The black fucking Kara's mouth spied Paige and grinned. "Hey, looks like that other whore Reggie told us about is here." His dick slipped from Kara's mouth and Paige's sister looked over her shoulder and gave a weak grin. Beneath her, the black fucking Kara's cunt grabbed both swaying tits and began sucking as the man whose dick her sister was sucking stepped off the bed and motioned to Paige.
"C'mon in, babe." he said, a long, thick cock swaying between his legs. "Your sister is a good fuck, you any better?"
Kara, grunting with the exertion, looked at Paige. "Paige, Reggie sent them." she grunted.
The man now approaching Paige nodded. "Oh yeah, my man Reggie said if we wanted pussy to contact you two. Now you gonna do as your man says?"
Paige wanted to resist but images of nuzzling Reggie's massive dick swept into her mind. She'd committed herself to him because she loved, yes, loved that black dick. Mindlessly Paige unbuttoned her jeans, letting them slide down her legs. "Okay," she sighed, resigned to what she had become, "Let's do it."
Regardless of what she had thought before, the fuck was good. Very good. The black guy, Marcus, had gently slipped his dick easily up into Paige's big cunt. "Damn baby." Marcus hissed as he began thrusting, "You got a nice pussy. Fuck on my dick with it." And with that Marcus held himself still as Paige began moving her hips fucking her cunt up and down on the fat black meat. Her movements were effortless and Paige realized she now moved and acted like a whore, a black man's white whore, something her parents had said was the lowest a white girl could ever get. And Paige enjoyed the feeling. Marcus added something to their fucking, however. As Paige worked the dick in and out of herself, Marcus teased her, Marcus goaded her, Marcus prodded her and with each exchange Paige felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a world of lust where thoughts of sex were exclusively the domain of a hard black penis.
"You love fuckin" nigger dick, don't you baby?" Marcus hissed. Paige nodded almost dreamily. "Say it." Marcus demanded.
"I love fucking nigger dick." Paige said, feeling her clit swell. "Big black nigger dick." she hissed back, "fucking my white whore cunt good. I love it."
Marcus smiled. "You were meant for it, baby, you know it."
Paige groaned at the truth. "Yesss." she hissed, "I know it. I was made for black dick. It's what I'm built for. I love being a whore." The words flowed easily from her mouth. Marcus's cock pumped deep. His balls slapped her asscheeks and the black man read her tattoo around her nipple.
"You want my seed?" His mouth was inches from Paige's ear.
"Oh yeah, baby." Paige heard herself groaning, "Give ne that seed. Fuck me so good." And as she felt the sperm blasting deep inside her Paige knew she had become a whore, there was no way she could deny it, no way to rationalize it. For some reason, some unknown reason, some place in her mind had been freed and a raging whore had been loosed. It was while Paige was sucking the cock of a second black in Kara's bedroom that she began wondering how she could ever get the whore she was to co-exist with the housewife she was supposed to be.
Robert Harmon had come to bed horny. He was disappointed his wife wore a long flannel nightgown; he had dearly hoped to play with those big, heavy tits before fucking her. "Can I get some pussy tonight?" he snuggled close to Paige. Her mind raced, she had no desire for her husband's slender dick and she surely couldn't let him feel her tits or he'd discover the big gold rings in her nipples.
"How about if I jerk you off?" she offered in a soft voice.
"No pussy?" Robert sounded wounded.
"You can eat me if you want." Paige offered. Beside her, Robert was shrugging down his underwear, letting his slender white dick wave in the air. Her finger closed around it and Paige had an idea. She began to stroke ever so slowly, making sure Robert felt every sensation.
"Honey?" Paige cooed, "Would you be upset if I got a job a couple nights a week?" There was a pause and her husband sighed,
"Probably not." he allowed, "Is the pay good?"
Paige smiled in the darkness. She told him what she'd be making and her husband whistled.
"For two nights work? What will you be doing?" Paige decided to tell him part of the truth.
"Dancing." she said softly, making sure the rhythm of her hand didn't change.
"Dancing?" Robert's voice was thick with lust. "Like sexy dancing?"
Paige stopped stroking, wanting him desperate. "Yeah." she finally replied and felt his hips buck upward. It was working. "Would you be pissed?"
Her husband was quiet, enjoying his wife's hand. "You know I always said you had a great body to show off." he replied through clenched jaws.
"I know." Paige acknowledged. "And you always said your fantasy would be for me to dance and let other guys see what you're getting."
Robert's silence was broken by a soft groan. "Nude dancing?" he asked quickly.
"Uh huh." Paige told him, "Completely. Is that bad?"
Her husband responded immediately, "Oh no, sweetheart, damn, that is a dream of mine." Paige skillfully worked his small dick. Robert paused, "But would you have to have sex with anyone?"
Paige weighed her options. "I don't know." she whispered as sexily as she could make herself sound. Her hand stopped again, this time Robert put his hand atop hers to get it moving again.
"Well..." he sounded wary.
"What do you think?" Paige cooed, snuggling closer. She lifted the hem of the woolen night gown to rub her hairy cunt on his thigh.
"Maybe if the guy turned you on." Robert wheezed, "You know, gave you a lot of money."
Paige smiled. "It would only be like that." she promised, biting her lip. Then her husband shocked her, genuinely shocked her.
"Would you have sex..?" he paused fighting back a climax. He wanted these feelings to last. Next to him, his wife, the secret whore, gently pumped her husband's dick.
"Would you," Robert began again, "ever think of sex with a a nigger?"
Paige felt her heart almost stop beating. She slowed her hand.
"Why?" she asked gently, forcing herself to sound calm, "Is that a big no no?"
Robert was silent, searching for words. He felt his wife's perfect pussy. Her cunt, she called it. "Please don't think I'm p-p-perverted." he gasped. Paige sensed what he might say and wished it as deeply as she ever wished anything.
"Tell me." she asked in her sexiest voice.
"I.. I.. I always had a fantasy of you with a black guy." Robert blurted, fully expecting his wife to recoil in horror. It then was Robert's turn to be shocked in the most arousing way he ever imagined.
"Oh well..." Paige maintained her cool demeanor. "If you say it turns you on, I will let a black guy fuck me."
There, she said it. Her husband was breathing harshly, deep raspy breathing.
"For real?" he gasped, "I mean more than one in a night?"
Paige felt like shouting for joy. "If you want me to." Paige said slowly, "I'll only let black guys have sex with me." She felt her husband fighting to prevent himself from cumming. She, too, wanted to draw this out to get as much allowance from him as possible.
"Okay." Robert managed to rasp. "Only black guys, okay?"
Paige smiled, "Mmm hmm." she agreed. "Only black."
Robert began to speak and stopped. "What is it honey?" Paige asked sweetly. "Tell your naughty wife."
Her husband, overwhelmed by his dreams come true, nervously asked, "Umm. Protection?"
Paige squeezed the slender dick in her hand. "Well..." she said in a deeper, huskier voice, "Do you want a big black cock shooting in your wife?"
Robert answered so quickly Paige knew he'd been thinking of it, "I fantasize." he croaked.
"I'll do it." Paige assured him in a sexy voice. It felt as though the room was a hundred degrees. "If a black man wants to fuck me, I'll let him cum in me." she said flatly. Then she added "What if I get pregnant?" and felt her husband stiffen.
"I.. uh.. I.." he stammered with difficulty.
"Let's worry if or when it happens." Paige cooed.
"When?" Robert had heard the word. "When?" he repeated. Paige pressed her furry cunt tighter on his thigh.
"Sweetie." she said innocently, but thinking of what she had told Reggie, "If black men are cumming in me don't you think there's a chance?" Robert only nodded, afraid to speak.
"But you'll let me do it all?" Paige asked, her hand now moving faster.
Her husband grunted "Yes, everything."
Then Paige played her final card. "Robert." she whispered, "Would you still eat me?" Her words made Robert groan loudly. He then told her something they'd always joked about but, Paige knew, had a ring of truth to it.
"Baby," he rasped, "you know one reason I had to marry you was cuz I am in love with your p-p-cunt." he caught himself.
Paige nodded against his shoulder. "I know and I like that you do. Would you still eat it if I let a black man cum in it?"
Robert grunted his agreement, "Y-y-yes I will."
"Mmmm." Paige kissed his ear, "Then cum big for me so I know you mean it." With a deep groan her husband loosed a thin stream of his sperm into the air, splattering over his belly and his wife's hand.
Wiping his semen from her fingers, Paige turned away from Robert smiling. This might work after all, she thought to herself and idly ran a finger around the gold ring in her left nipple. Janet was right, she thought. I can't wait to tell her again. Paige then frowned in confusion. Thinking of the sexy blonde had caused her to get wet. It had never happened before. Maybe, Paige reasoned, it's part of knowing I'm a whore and liking it.
