This story let me return to Sara and Amanda. Sara was my first female character and Amanda (her daughter) was the second main female character. I have tried giving them cameo's from time to time, but I have also wanted to do a new story where they are a more prominent part of the story.
You don't need to have read any of the previous stories that I have written about Sara and Amanda, but I do think you will enjoy this more if you do.
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Isabella was a woman that was used to getting what she wanted. Born into wealth and having parents that thought cash could solve anything, her upbringing had been without major problems.
Born into wealth also meant nice clothes, nice make up and the occasional body modification. At 20 years old, the brown haired girl had surgical altered her face to remove any of what she saw as faults leaving a cute face. Her body was slim due to help from professional trainers, but still had that big ass men seemed to like. And finally, despite having quite well shaped breasts to start with, she had made sure her breasts increased a cup size or two before she was 19.
Isabella however had a problem or two one might say. Last year she had fallen deeply into the WWB pornographic site. The now leading site for interracial porn movies and propaganda had completely changed her view and she was desperate to become blacked like all the women on the site.
But not any black guy would do! And that was problem number one. She wanted the most highly sought after black man, which was WWB head producer Marcus. Marcus however had lately become hard to convince to fuck just any white slut, mostly due to Isabella's problem number two - Amanda. Amanda was technically Marcus' assistant, but when Isabella did her research she almost seemed to be more like a wife than assistant.
Not that Amanda could tell Marcus who to fuck, no one told him that. And Amanda seemed like his submissive slut that did what he said, or fucked who he said she should fuck. It was just that he seemed to listen to her advice and did sometimes show signs of affection towards her. And that position should be Isabella's!
So she needed Marcus to dump that old skank, and choose her as number one slut. And that seemed like a problem Isabella could not solve with money, despite her efforts to do so. She had first tried to donate cash, and sent a mail about donating more after a one on one meeting with Marcus. That mail had gotten a short but clear response that Marcus didn't sell himself like a common whore. Signed by that bitch Amanda.
She then tried to insta message Marcus through a fake account, but that got blocked after a not as nice message that Marcus didn't enjoy creeps. Using contacts she then got his private number. And finally reached him! When he heard who it was he started to laugh and put her on speaker phone. She could hear sucking noises, before the girl who was obviously blowing him asked about it. When he told the unknown woman who it was, she too started to laugh.
"Are you the slut that has been pestering my lover and master about a meeting?" the woman who most likely was Amanda asked.
"Ye-e-eee-sss..." a stammering Isabella answered.
"So young and so desperate Isabella. And mommy and daddy's money can't help you with this right?" Amanda continued to tease her.
"Don't be too cruel to the desperate slut, she is young and dumb." Marcus said.
"Yes Sir, but it's so fun to tease a girl that knows so little. I almost kind of want you to teach her now Sir..."
"Nah, she ain't worth it! Have a good day, but my favorite slut needs to finish her work now." Marcus said as he ended the phone call.
Isabella was extremely disappointed as she was dissed so hard by Marcus. She however just seconds later got a message from Marcus.
"Didn't want to upset Amanda too much (yet). Send me a picture of you and we will see if you are good enough."
Isabella smiled as she saw it, soon she knew that she would be Marcus number one slut! She sent a picture of her that she liked. It was her dressed in a cute and a little revealing cocktail dress holding a glass of champagne.
"Here you are, Sir. Hope you enjoy it!"
A minute later she got a reply, but perhaps not the reply she was looking for.
"What is this you stupid cock sleeve? When I ask for pictures they should be nude!"
Isabella had never taken any nudes, too scared that they would go public. But now she knew that was going to change. She quickly undressed, and before taking the picture she shaved her pussy so it was freshly groomed. Standing in front of her mirror she took one frontal picture and one backside picture.
"Sorry Sir. I hope this will be better!"
Once again, Marcus' reply wasn't what she wanted.
"I guess you are ok, perhaps a 6 out of 10. Write Marcus fun bags on your tits and black cock whore above your cunt and you might get one or two grades higher. Oh, and put the biggest thing you have at home in your cunt. I need to see if you can fit a big black cock in there."
Isabella should perhaps have called it off by now, but his dismissive response made her even more eager to do as he said. Which probably was something Marcus knew when he wrote it.
So, she followed his instructions and wrote the things he had said on her body, despite the humiliation of it. In fact, this was one of the reasons she was so interested to meet Marcus since he seemed to have an almost instinctive way of humiliating the girls just the right amount.
She grabbed a cucumber from the kitchen and pushed it into her pussy. No, she thought, this is not a pussy. It's a cunt. She got on her knees making sure everything was visible and snapped another photo.
This time the answer was not as dismissive.
"This is a bit better, I might even share it with some friends. I guess you can buy me dinner on 'The Queen' this Thursday at 18.00."
The Queen was one of the most expensive dinners in the city, and had Isabella not had the contacts she had it would be impossible to get a table so late. Now she quickly made a phone call before answering his text.
"Yes Sir, the table is reserved now. Thank you for meeting me."
She didn't mention anything about the sharing of her photos, afraid it would ruin her chances of a date. She just hoped it was just something he had said, and not something he would do for real.
She didn't get any reply, and she anxiously had to wait until Thursday finally arrived. She wasn't sure how to dress for the evening. She wanted to impress with her slutiness, but also needed to dress for the place. In the end she went with a black dress, but decided to not have any underwear underneath.
When she arrived at "The Queen" she saw that Marcus was already there. His big muscular frame was somewhat hidden under an expensive suit. As he saw her he gave her a nod, but didn't smile at her as she expected.
"Nice of you to treat me to this slut." were his first words as she sat down.
Isabella got embarrassed as the waiter was within earshot. She however decided not to react to it. After they ordered food they started having a quiet conversation.
"So, why are you interested in becoming one of my fuck toys?" Marcus asked her directly.
"I don't just want to become a fuck toy, I want to become your number one girl!"
Marcus chuckled at what she said.
"Oooooohhhh, then you have some serious competition. Not just by Amanda, but lots of girls would want that position."
