An Inspection
Emily was already flushed with excitement when she pressed the door-bell and waited for admittance. Her anticipation had been growing ever since this appointment had been set up. She was going to have sex with a Black man! As long as she could remember she'd wanted to do it - but growing up in North Dakota the opportunities had been somewhat limited. By the time she really met African-American guys, at college, she was already semi-permanent with Phil. Her family had so loved Phil and all he represented as a future for her. They hadn't taken the separation well but had promised that they loved her whatever she chose to do.
Well, she had a feeling that might be put to the test because this was one of her first choices. Coming here to have sex with, no, to be FUCKED by a Black man. She couldn't pretend that Don Parsons was her dream sexual partner. He was forty years older than her and he had a big old beer gut on him but on the other hand they knew each other and she trusted that she was safe with him. Baby steps, baby steps ...
Don Parsons opened the door. He was dressed smartly if unspectacularly and he was freshly shaved and bathed. She caught a whiff of his after-shave. She was pleased. Don would never be an adonis but he had made an effort. That was sweet.
Don looked her up and down. She wasn't carrying any baked goods for him - that was a shame. She was one helluva cook but living at a motel he guessed that she hadn't got the facilities. She'd brought something else for him though - under that coat she was wearing. He felt his cock start to stiffen.
He waved her into his house and told her to stand where she was while he drew up an armchair and made himself comfortable.
"First thing, Emily, so there's no mis-understandings. By coming here you are giving yourself to me, body and mind. I will expect you to do things for me and with me. I will expect you to follow my instructions. I will, let's be clear about this, fuck you. Everything I do will be with a purpose - to identify the real Emily and, if I can, to help her to express herself. Is that all understood?"
Emily nodded.
"Lose the coat," he ordered.
Emily shrugged the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She had thought hard about what to wear for him.
Don adjusted his pants and then carefully stood up. Her outfit told him that she was serious about all this - he still hadn't really believed that she'd come here today. Damn, she looked good though. He was already hard.
Emily had seen the big bulge in the front of his pants and was satisfied. Her husband might have taken her for granted for years but Don was clearly impressed. Why wouldn't he be - she was 26, blonde, blue-eyed and curvy in all the right ways.
Don started to speak, "You know that I was in the army for many years. Well, when you enlist they send you for what they call 'Basic Training.' They need to find out if you are cut out for life as a soldier and then teach you the ropes. Can be a hard process - but if you come out the other side you're ready for the challenges that lay ahead. You understand?"
Those wonderful bright blue eyes stayed fixed on him and her beautiful blonde head nodded.
"Well, you don't want to be a soldier. You want to please men - a certain particular sort of men. You need to KNOW that is what you want to do and you need to learn what it will entail. So, you are now going to enter the Basic Training for a little white slut who wants to trade up to being with the Black man. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"I'm not a slut," said Emily.
So, they came to it. Don was pleased about that - got it all out in the open, let everyone know just where they stood. He was pretty sure he had read her right - that he knew how she wanted her relationship with Black men to be. He wasn't going to push it though. If she just wanted to fuck then he was happy to do that - but competing with her years of fantasy wasn't going to be easy at his age. Be better if he had read her right and she was ready to accept the role he was suggesting. Then, within their 'play' together, she'd find pretty much ANYTHING horny and after a while she'd be so primed that he'd no longer have to worry about disappointing her when he finally gave her what she was needing so bad.
"You walked out on your husband to come here dressed like that and all because I said I'd get you more Black dick to fuck than you'd ever dreamt of. I think that qualifies you as a slut doesn't it?"
The moment of truth.
A moment's hesitation and then, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She got the idea quick - what else would you have expected from a clever girl like her, "Yes, sir."
"We don't say it like that - when you understand you say, 'Yes. SIR!'. You understand?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"Let's be clear, I hugely admire and have the greatest affection for my old work colleague, Ms Emily Szostek. I would stop a bullet to save her if I needed to and I'd do it without a moment's hesitation. But for the purpose of this project you are not her - you are just Emily, my trainee. I will address you and treat you accordingly, you understand?"
"Yes, SIR!"
So, where were we, you are a dirty little white slut aren't you?"
"Yes, SIR!"
"You're here so I can find you some big Black cocks to fuck - once I've plowed that little white pussy myself."
"Yes, please, SIR!"
He liked that 'please.' She wasn't just going along with this - she was contributing. That bode well but she needed to learn who was boss first.
"First thing each session will be inspection. You will enter my house and stand in that position so I can check whether you are correctly turned-out."
"Yes, SIR!"
"That little unveiling was very artistic but inappropriate. You aren't sneaking here to have an affair with me you are my slut-in-training. Got that?"
"Yes, SIR!"
You can wear the coat on the way over - but you leave it in the car. You walk along to my house and up to my front door in the outfit you will be inspected in and nothing else, that clear?"
