Sue continues to tell John about the last year.
As I sit here writing this I realize that my tears have dried up and gone away. I can't cry any more. I can only hope that you will be more of a husband to me than I have been a wife to you. I do love only you John, and I can't say or write it enough.
After that first six days of drugged sexual haze, I remember waking up at home in our bed. I could tell that I had been used and abused by the way my body felt, but everything was so hazy in my mind. I thought that I had maybe been dreaming.
About lunchtime though, I found out. Greg called and told me to be at his studio the following night. He told me to not wear any underwear and to shave myself completely.
I tried to refuse, but he told me to check my e-mail before I went any farther. As I opened it up I saw three emails from him. The first had seven still shots of your boss and me having sex. I looked like I was in control and everything.
The next e-mail were shots of the other three guys that night. I looked to be enjoying everything I was doing in those pictures. I just knew that if you saw them you would never believe that I hadn't gone looking and found other men to fill my sex life full.
The last e-mail showed pictures of seven big black men fucking me. I was the center of attention, and I looked again like I was very much into the sex I was getting. The shots left nothing to the imagination. I could see big black cocks in both of my tender holes. My mouth stuffed fully with another.
Greg called back a little later. He asked me if I was ready to be his main slut now. I felt that I had absolutely no choice in this matter now. I reluctantly said I would do what he wanted, begging him to not let you see the photographs in his possession.
"Oh Suzy babe, you just do what I want and you won't have anything to worry about. I need you to do a couple more films, some stills, and entertain at a few parties. After that, well, you will be free to go, if you will be able to stand not having all of the black cock by that point."
He was laughing over the phone. I had tears running down my face. My worst fears were being realized. He was doing films of me and that meant that he was probably selling them to the general public.
I knew then that it would only be a matter of time until you found out. I have been very surprised that it took this long. This has been causing me to have nightmares over the last year. I keep waiting for old friends or family to call me and tell me what they found out.
That next night when I got to his studio he had me dress in a very short tight silk dress. It had a very deep V-neck and showed off everything I had to offer. I felt like such a whore wearing it.
Greg then had me pose wearing just the dress. I had to hold it just so. I soon realized that the way's he had me holding the dress were leaving me exposed either on the top, or on the bottom. My now shaved pussy was clearly shown in several shots.
It looked like I was teasing the camera in those shots, when I saw them later. It truly looked like I wanted to expose myself. I was even smiling in all of the shots.
After a few more shots Greg told me to go out to his car, we had places to be. I went to change my clothes and he stopped me.
"Slut, wear what you got on and nothing else. Matter of fact, put on those high heels over there too. You are going to entertain some clients of mine tonight."
I was mortified. Going out in public dressed in only that silk dress with those six-inch high heels, I was going to look like a common streetwalker. I protested to Greg.
"I can't go out in public dressed like this Greg. Please let me wear something else. What if someone I know sees me in this? Please Greg?"
I was getting desperate towards the end. I couldn't take such a chance in public. What if somebody saw me dressed in this slut-uniform and told you?
"Whores like you dress like that wherever they go. Your friends and family would be more shocked by receiving some pictures of you in action I think. What do you think slut Sue? Would you rather let them see you fucking all of those big, black, cocks? I think your being in public dressed like that will be the least of your problems slutty Sue."
His words were cutting me deeply. I had no choice but to do what he demanded of me. I put on the heels and walked out to his car. He drove to a very busy nightclub and took me in. I was getting hoots and hollers. Men were drooling over my outfit. My nipples, even the shape of my whole breasts were being outlined in that dress. As I would walk all of the men there could tell that I was totally naked underneath it.
My walk was more pronounced too. Those heels were hard to walk in, although I managed to walk in them fairly well. The resulting 'strut' though, well, I looked like I was begging to get fucked.
I could feel the hem of the dress slapping just under the cheeks of my ass and the front clinging to my bald pussy. I was sure that the lips of my pussy were outlined clearly also.
Greg took me to the back of the club in a long torturous journey. He made sure that we covered pretty much the whole club before getting to the booth in the very back.
There were four black men waiting for us. Greg introduced me as his personal slut, Sue. I was ashamed. Two of them got up and let me slide into the center of the booth. They quickly followed back in. Four strange men surrounded me, and I had only the thin fabric of silk protecting me.
I noticed that other men kept walking by our booth gawking and staring at me. The silk caused my nipples to be hard and extended. I wanted to die and drop through the floor. I had to have been looking like a cheap slut.
Greg had me go out and dance with him after a short while. As we were dancing he would pull on my dress causing it to rise up over the cheeks of my bottom. I was totally exposed out there on the dance floor and could do nothing about it.
"Sue, you should see the looks you are getting now. The men in this club can't keep their eyes off of your hot body. I think you should show off a little more."
