Ashley's Gig

Once again sitting at her kitchen counter in her pajamas, Ashley sipped her coffee, her mind clouded with doubt and guilt. Her fucking just Calvin should have been sufficient payback for her husband Jeff's infidelity, even a long term affair would be reasonable, but now she's fucked him and four of his black friends. And she fucked them all at once, even letting them use her ass, which she'd never allowed before. She had searched on the internet for the term 'Queen of Spades' and though she'd never been the type of woman to ever consider anything even remotely resembling that lifestyle, she couldn't help but consider it now. What has come over her? She was at a loss for an answer.

She squirmed in discomfort on the bar stool she sat on. It had been only a couple of days since her second clown gig and her ass was still sore from it's unaccustomed use during her 'performance', which made her wonder what the pill was that Calvin had given her. She would normally have freaked out and never let anyone use her ass, which had been a no-fly zone, but she was really into it and even had orgasms from it. She mused that she might have to ask when she got a chance, wondering if maybe it would be handy to have at some point in the future, her mind straying to things she might be doing while under the influence of the drug.

When her cell phone rang, she jerked back to reality, grinning at the familiar name on the caller ID. Snatching her phone off the counter, a shiver going down her spine and the familiar itch between her legs whenever she thought about him, Ashley blurted out, "Hey, hi. What's up?" trying to seem casual and nonchalant though her heart was beating out of her chest.

Calvin's deep voice, smooth as butter, caressed her ear, "Hey, how's my sweet little white slut? I've been thinking about you. Have you recovered from our little party the other night?"

Ashley swooned, immediately wet and trembling. She felt like a drug addict, struggling to hide the effect he had on her, "Oh, I'm good. Just a little sore still..." She pictured his big black cock, relishing the dull ache as she wiggled on the stool, "And yeah, I've been thinking about you too. I'm glad you called."

"Oh? Glad I called? Why's that?" he teased, knowing exactly why but wanting to hear her say it out loud, admitting it to herself and everyone else.

"Ummm... well, you know..." she stammered, suddenly feeling silly and unsure, realizing what a desperate slut she'd become and how ridiculous it all was. Certainly she can't keep this up. On the other hand, the itch between her legs right now and the constant obsession in the back of her mind said otherwise. She decided right then that a little more fun couldn't hurt, could it? She took a deep breath before diving in, "We talked about getting together again. I've just been looking forward to it is all." She smiled to herself, satisfied that he knew what she meant.

Calvin paused on the other end of the line for a beat, "Yeah, get together again you say? I recall you mentioning that you'd do anything I wanted. You remember that? And you know what I want right now? Tell me...." He toyed with her, forcing her to say it.

Head spinning and heart fluttering, she knew what he wanted to hear and she knew he wanted to hear her say it, "You... you want to fuck me? Right now? I can come right now if you want." Relief and dread washed over her. She couldn't turn back now, but would she even want to. The option had hung in the air, still in reach.

"Yeah, get your slutty white ass over here right now. Park in back and let yourself in the back door. I'll be waiting and looking forward to seeing what you really look like without your clown makeup, ok?" Then he hung up before she could say anything else.

Ashley sat clutching her phone for several beats, staring at it wide eyed before jumping up to race upstairs, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god..." She frantically stripped out of her pajamas and dove into her closet to find something sexy to wear. She settled for a simple, but slinky black dress that hugged her slender figure, slipping into a sexy bra and pantie set she'd been saving for a special occasion before shrugging into it. After slipping into a pair of black heels, she admired herself in the mirror for a moment before racing to the bathroom to quickly apply her makeup, opting for a sultry look she normally reserves for the evening but wanting to look extra sexy for her hookup.

Once she was ready, she raced to her car, her panties already a soggy mess, mind reeling with excitement as she backed out of her driveway and rushed through the tail end of morning traffic to the swanky neighborhood where Calvin lived. Driving carefully and slowly until she found his house so as not to arouse anyone's attention, she pulled her car all the way around to the back of his house to park out of sight of the street.

After turning off the engine, she checked her makeup in the rear view mirror and took a deep breath before quickly exiting her car and dashing up the steps to Calvin's back door. She paused with her hand on the handle for only a second, her mind whirling but her body on fire, before swinging it open and charging inside.

What she saw inside made her breath catch and her heart race even faster than before. Calvin stood there in nothing but a snug pair of black, silk boxers, his arms crossed, waiting for her, the outline of thick cock obvious under the slick fabric. "OH!! Umm... hi," she stammered after freezing in her tracks, gaping at him, shifting from foot to foot nervously, still flustered and unsure of herself, especially since she came as herself and not disguised in her clown makeup.

A smile spread across Calvin's lips as he sized her up, "Oh yeah, you're a pretty one, aren't you? Without your clown getup, quite a hottie." Rubbing at his chin, he gestured to her outfit, shaking his head, "But if you're gonna be my slut, though you look nice, this outfit is not gonna do. When you're with me, you're gonna look the part of my sweet, white slut, sooo..... that outfit's gonna have to go." When she just stood there with a puzzled look on her face, he laughed, "HAHA!! Yeah, go on now. Strip!"

She jerked, hurriedly slipping out of her black dress, folding it up to place on the counter next to her, standing in her heels and sexy underwear with her hands on her hips and sultry smile, "Yes sir! How's this?"

Calvin just grinned wider, shaking his head, "All of it. You look really sexy, but I need either a trashy slut or a naked one, so you're gonna be naked for now. Then I need you to take it all back out to your car cause I don't wanna see it, ok?"

Ashley gasped and hurried to strip naked, gathering her clothes and shoes up, dashing out the back door, not even thinking about how she was out in his driveway for everyone to see. She quickly threw it all in the back seat and ran back to the house, frantically looking around when she realized she was outside undressed, spotting the curtains of the house next door held slightly open by someone's hand just before she darted inside. When she finally stood back in front of Calvin, squirming nervously and gasping for breath, she realized how horny she was, excited by being called a slut and following his commands, even running outside naked. It dawned on her that this was something she could actually do and would really enjoy if she could just get over being so nervous.

Calvin again appraised her, his eyes raking over her naked body, her nipples tight under his gaze, "Yeah, very nice. I love a tight little white girl, but you know... " he gestured towards her crotch, "those pubes are gonna have to go. You have to keep that shit smooth and silky, so shave that." Then he nodded, smiling, "But yeah, you'll do nicely..... so now, why don't you get on your knees like a good little slut and suck this big black dick til it's nice and hard..."

She jumped as if waking from a daze, hurrying to do as she's told, "Oh, yes sir!" Reaching up to yank his boxers down after she dropped to her knees, the thick, dark dong now freed, bounced up into her face. After helping him step out of his underwear, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, opening her lips wide to wrap them around the thick head as she slurped it into her mouth.

As she stroked his shaft and sucked, he laced his fingers into her hair, sliding his rapidly growing dick into her mouth farther with each stroke, fucking her face until she started to gag, slobber drooling down her chin onto her tits. Calvin smirked, shaking his head, "Oh, now that won't do. We'll have to work on training my little white slut not to gag on cocks. A proper slut can take a cock down her throat like a champ."

Ashley struggled with his thick member until it was throbbing and hard as stone, slurping, sucking, and stroking, fondling and caressing his balls with her wet, slobbery fingers. When he was ready, he pulled her face off his dick by her hair and tilted her head up to look at him, "Ok, before we go any further, let's be clear. Now, you know you're not a naked, married, white slut kneeling here, sucking on my big black cock because of any reason other than the fact that you got a taste of black cock and now you can't think of anything else, right? You wanna be a queen of spades because you're addicted. You're gonna be my hot little white Queen of Spades, aren't you? You gonna give it up for every strong, black man that wants it from you from here on out? I know you want to, no lies, right?" He held her there by the hair, his wet, throbbing cock bobbing in her face as he waited for his answer, "That's the real truth, isn't it? Say it..."

Kneeling with his cock in her face as she gazed up at him, her breath caught in her throat as the realization dawned on her that it was true, face flushing dark with shame. She was just a slut with an addiction, an uncontrolled fetish to be used by black men. When and how did this happen? Her brain was fuzzy on when she had turned the corner and lost perspective, but this is how it is and she didn't want to turn back. She simply nodded her head, "Yes sir, it's true. I want to be your Queen of Spades. I'll do whatever you want....." She took a deep breath and when she let it out, she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders, really admitting out loud what she's become, maybe been all along, to her new what? Master? Lover? Pimp? She didn't care. She was ready to dive in.

"That's my girl. Come on now, I need some of that pussy!" said as he pulled her up by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom where he picked her up and tossed her on her back onto the colossal bed, legs and arms spread, wanton and ready. Calvin climbed between her legs, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit before pressing it inside her, causing her to arch her back and groan loudly. Moving his hips, he began to fuck her, driving it deeper and deeper with each stroke until he nudged her insides, her pussy stretched tightly around his thick shaft. As she squirmed under him, moaning and twitching, legs spread lewdly around him, he ramped up, pounding into her relentlessly for only minutes before her first orgasm exploded.

She lay under him, clutching at the bed covering, legs spread as wide as she could get them, his hips pummeling her thighs as his cock filled her, head spinning, stars in her eyes as her orgasm exploded, as hard as she'd ever cum, thinking in the back of her mind as if she'd left her body, "Oh my god, is this what I've been missing? Is this how it's gonna be?" And then her conscience piping in, "Should I be here doing this? I'm being an unfaithful slut." But then she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him deeper and squashed any regrets that were forming, embracing her new addiction like a junking shooting up.

He paused to watch her thrash, his dick buried in her spasming snatch, a smile on his face, "Damn, you're one hot, nasty slut. We're gonna have some fun, aren't we?" After she had recovered some, he brutally fucked her for a while longer before pulling out to flip her over, grabbing her by the hips to haul her up on all fours. She screamed and came again when he rammed his cock into her, though this time he rammed into her over and over as she spasmed and shook, her creamy cunt clenching around his shaft as it pistoned in and out.

After she had regained her senses, he spread her ass cheeks to spit on her puckered butt hole as he fucked her, pressing his thumb into the wet orifice, causing her to clench up and lunge forward, "OWWWOWOWOWOWWWW!! My butt's still sore from the other night. Your cock's just too big!" Looking down at her as she lay on her side gazing back at him with a frown, Calvin just smiled and shook his head, "Looks like yer ass is gonna need some training too if you wanna be my little butt slut." He flipped her back over and pulled her up on her knees like she was a doll before shoving his cock back inside her twitchy pussy, "Let me fill this slutty cunt with my cream and we'll go shopping for supplies..." With that, he started pounding into her even harder than before, her slender ass bouncing against his hips as he drove in over and over, making her cum twice more before he rammed his cock in deep and held it there as it pulsed and hosed her insides with his hot spunk.

When he finally finished, he pulled out with a slurping sound, a gush of cum drooling down the insides of her thighs. He stood back admiring the sight of the sweaty slut with her ass in the air, her battered cunt still red, raw, and gaping, drooling his creamy goo. He gave her ass a hard slap and pushed her over, "Alright slut. Let me get you something to wear so we can go shopping for what we need to turn you into the little queen you're destined to be."

Laying on his bed, catching her breath, still twitching from cumming, she watched him rummage in the bottom of his closet for a while. She admired his strong physique as he moved, his bubble butt flexing as he bent over. After a moment, he straitened up and tossed some garments on the bed, still holding a pair of high, women's wedge heels in his hand, "Ok, put this on and we'll see how you look."

She sat up and reached out for the top, her eyes wide as she saw what it was, gaping slack jawed at a tiny tee shirt with the word 'SLUT' printed across the front. The fabric was so thin that it was sheer, the collar and sleeves cut off, and it was cropped so short it would barely cover her boobs. The bottom was just a regular pair of green, double knit gym shorts although they appeared to be two sizes too small. "Is this all? I'll be practically naked! And where's the underwear?" As she stood up, more cum oozed down her thighs, "And I'm a sweaty, sticky mess. Can I at least clean up and touch up my makeup?"

Calvin handed her a wet washcloth that he had placed on the nightstand before she came, "Just use this. No need to get too tidy or dressed up and you won't be needing underwear from here on out either. Where we're going you'll be just fine, now get yourself dressed and lets see what we got." As he spoke, he slipped into a pair of slacks that had been draped over a chair next to his dresser and then a button up shirt from the closet.

Ashley took the washcloth and wiped the cum from her legs, still feeling hot and sticky, the sweat drying on her skin. She pulled on the top, looking at herself in a large mirror he had over his dressing table, her nipples visible through thin cloth even if they didn't poke the fabric out and barely covering anything, the underside of her boobs showing under the rough, cropped bottom. She pulled on the shorts, stretching them over her slender hips and butt, satisfied that they weren't too revealing.

Calvin had other plans though, "Oh no, that won't do at all..." He reached down to grab the elastic waist of her shorts and pulled them up, the seam digging into her sticky slit and riding up her crack until her ass cheeks spilled completely out the bottoms. He then rolled the waist down until her pubes were showing and her ass crack stuck out the top. As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, grinning at how the cum drooling from her snatch started to stain the fabric jammed into her camel toe dark. He handed her the stripper wedges, "Yeah, that's really hot and nasty. Perfect. Put these on and we go. Oh, and here's a towel to sit on. Don't want my car seats messy." as he handed her a dark colored hand towel.

"Oh, and one more thing...." he grinned, turning to open the top drawer of a dresser against the wall, reaching in to retrieve a thin, black leather strap with a buckle and pendant. He held it up for her to see a small, black spade with a 'Q' in the middle dangling from a little ring before buckling it around her neck, "So everyone knows you're available. A slutty little Queen of Spades needs to advertise, doesn't she? HAAHAAAA!!" His laughter boomed in the room as he stood back to admire how it looked around her slender neck.

Gazing at herself in the mirror again, Ashley stared in fascination and horror, her eyes wide, mouth gaping, flushing a deep red in shame, thinking to herself, "Oh my god!! Going out like this? How can I? Where are we going anyway?" Mesmerized by her obscene costume, clutching the ridiculous heels in her hand, she just stood, staring.

Calvin sighed with impatience, swatting her mostly bare ass a little too hard, leaving a hot, red hand print, "Come on, ya silly slut. Let's get a move on." Grabbing her by the arm, he whirled her around to guide her to sit on the bed, "Put your shoes on and let's go." He stood back, grinning down at her as she fumbled to buckle the straps before standing on wobbly legs, admiring his trashy creation, "Don't get too uptight about it, ok? You're a really hot slut and this is what you wanted, right? You're not gonna get in any trouble, if that's what you're worried about and ain't nobody you know gonna be where we're going, although you never know where things go, right? HAHA!!" He laughed again loudly as he led her back downstairs, clearly amused by how mortified she seemed to be.

As she stumbled along beside him, she was hyper aware of how her tits jiggled, spilling out of the bottom of the skimpy top, and the seam of her shorts pressed into her slit and across her still tender asshole, everything damp or gooey. Her exposed butt cheeks also jiggled with each step in the stripper heels. When they left by the back door, the cool air raised goosebumps all over her almost naked body, her nipples, already stiff from arousal, painfully tight now. With another flush of shame, she noticed the curtains parted again at the neighbor's house, her lewd escapade already public spectacle. Calvin noticed and gave a little wave, "Hey, looks like Jay's enjoying the show. Shake that ass like a real hoe. Be proud of what you are now." He swatted her ass again, grinning as he led her around and helped her into his car, her mostly bare ass settling on the towel that she had placed on the seat.

As they drove through traffic, Ashley noticed lewd stares and gestures from men in vehicles taller than Calvin's BMW, causing her to start slumping down in her seat, her bare skin flushed dark. Calvin just grinned and reached over to pinch her nipple, pulling her back up, "Awww, come on. Sit up and let them see. You're gonna have to get used this kind of attention if you're still on board." She just sighed and straightened up, causing Calvin to nod, "Yeah, there we are. Just smile and wave... be a good white slut. You gotta let them know how you roll, baby."

The landscape changed as he navigated to a seedy part of town near the highway, groups of rough looking men gathered on corners maybe selling drugs and tattered looking people wandering here and there, many of the businesses boarded up. He eventually pulled into the parking lot of a place called "Ray Ray's Adult Emporium", parking his shiny Beemer far from the door, closer to the fast food burger place next door.