This story has ever stronger cuckold themes. If that and / or interracial subject matter are a problem for you then stop reading now.
Also please note that views and attitudes expressed in this story, even by the narrator, are not necessarily those of the author.
A Losing Hand
Her footsteps sounded on the tiled floor.
"Well it's Friday afternoon again. Another hard week of school finished but soon I'll be picked up and then I can have some fun."
She pushed open a door and the sound began to echo in a way that let you know immediately she had gone into the bathrooms.
"No-one here - that's lucky."
It was then I really focused on what the camera was showing me. Basins and stalls yes, but also urinals. It was the boy's toilets at her school.
"They do a lovely job here - keeping these clean. Seems almost a shame..." Her fingers appeared in front of the camera wiggling a permanent marker pen.
I heard a stall door close. The white wall filled the screen, a few faded and washed-out marks the only visible blemishes.
My wife's voice came, hushed but clear. "They'll soon wash these off or paint them over but I hope not before the message gets out." The pen swiftly moved across the white wall spelling out its message.
'Ms Reeve sucks Black cock.'
Just as she finished there was a noise outside and her hand froze on screen. A few seconds later there was the sound of pissing. The camera moved to show my wife stifling her giggles. Soon we heard someone washing their hands and then the outside door thumped shut again.
"Seems not everyone has gone yet," Hazel whispered into her phone, "so I'd best get on."
She moved to the next stall and the pen once again did its work.
'Bad luck white boys - Ms Reeve is Black-only.'
Then onto the next.
'Ms Reeve is a nigger-loving ho.'
So it continued until each stall had a message. The last one read,
'Any Black boys need free white pussy - give Ms Reeve a call.' I recognised the number she wrote underneath - the very phone that she was now recording with. She paused and then added another line. 'Must be 18 to ride.'
"It's the sixth-form loos," she whispered, "so who knows I might get lucky." She giggled to herself.
I thanked our lucky stars that this video had been sent direct to me. If it was posted onto the internet then it would be the end of my wife's career. Every minute seemed more damning. The fucking tabloids would have had a field-day. The likes of the Mail loved giving their crusty old readers a cheap thrill by showing an 'English rose' corrupted and debased.
Hazel wasn't quite done. She stepped out of the stall and admired herself in the mirror. She carefully undid the top three buttons of her blouse, revealing cleavage and her tattooed 'Queen of Spades' necklace. She kicked off her shoes and swapped them for a pair of four-inch heels with scarlet soles.
"Anything else? Why I almost forgot..." She hitched up her knee-length skirt and removed her panties "Then, of course, the final touch as my Black Master requested."
She delved into her bag and removed a silver item.
Its shape left no doubt as to what it was but she turned its end to the camera so any viewers could see the enamelled 'Queen of Spades' symbol mirroring the one seen earlier on her tattoo.
"Just the perfect little butt plug for the girl whose Black owner is going to be pounding her sweet little ass all night." She paused. "Well if I'm lucky." She wiggled her rear end in the mirror. "You think I'll be lucky? I think I'll be lucky." Her musical giggle echoed against the tiling. She flipped her skirt up and then eased some lube onto the butt plug. The camera caught the image in the mirror as she slid the plug home into her ass.
She collected her gear and looked into the mirror. She smiled. "NOW I'm ready to go meet my Black owner," The clip cut off.
***
The picture returned in a vehicle with the English countryside flashing past. I could guess which vehicle it was - I'd seen it outside our house more than once.
"What you got for me little bitch?" That was Levy, the purr of the engine did nothing to hide that fact.
"Your favourite," she responded.
Her joy at being with him was obvious. It made my heart sink but my treacherous white dick stayed hard as a rock.
Levy was driving but he held his free hand up to her and she took two, three and then all four fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them. Her eyes weren't on the camera, they were on him. Her only wish was seemingly to please him, to earn the approval of her Black owner.
He withdrew his fingers and Hazel scooted her little butt across the plush seat, turning towards him and flicking up the front of her skirt. Her bare pussy was exposed for him, beautiful and hungry. His fingers found her and explored. Hazel gasped but kept her legs wide and open for him. He explored a moment more and then put his fingers back to her mouth. She sucked them in greedily, tasting herself on him.
"Little bitch makes it hard for a man to concentrate on the road. Fore we get onto the main road you best show that little white girl butt of yours."
She obeyed - turning and wiggling her backside at him and the camera.
"You keeping it good and ready for me. That's good - I'm planning on fucking it hard tonight. That sound good?"
"Real good master."
He playfully swatted her butt with his big Black hand. "Sit down and put your seat-belt on. We've got a way to go."
Levy kept talking as she followed his instructions. "Gonna tell your hubby and everyone else why I'm concentrating on that booty today."
"You need a reason?"
"Nah, but tell them anyway"
"It's because this weekend's a little risky."
"Aha, why's that little bitch?"
