Atie's Four Aces

This story is a sequel to

Katie Goes Black,

by Ikeman48. I found the premise of the story surprisingly compelling, and was I eager to see the story move in a certain direction. So I decided to write a sequel myself.

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I know,  I know: this story seems like another reworking of that tired old racist trope: Black men hungry for White pussy. But it ain't like that. I've loved Black women. Those relationships never panned out long-term, for a variety of reasons, but it was never because I had some kind of attitude against Black women, or a hankering for White women. In fact, I've experienced quite a bit of racism from White women, even when they're hitting on me. When some Karen whispers in my ear that she wants my gorilla jungle cock inside her, I run the other way. I don't need that shit. So when Jay, and then Toby, started raving about Katie, this White woman they'd met who wanted to become a "Black cock slut" for us, I was skeptical to say the least. Katie/Karen, what's the difference, right? She may be open to Black men (in more ways than one), but that doesn't necessarily translate into respecting us as equal human beings.

But I had to recognize that good things can come in all kinds of packages, including White packages. When I finally met her I had to admit that Katie was a very good thing indeed, in a very attractive package. We were waiting on the front porch. She got out of Jay's truck, stripped naked, and walked right up to me.

"Gary?" she asked. I nodded.

"I'm Katie. I... sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"You're doing just fine, darling." I answered. "Nothing to be nervous about. You're very welcome here..."

"No, please let me finish, Gary." She took a deep breath. "I've learned that I'm really attracted to Black men. Jay and Toby have been helping me explore that. I want to be a slut for the four of you today. Will you please help me too?"

Before I could answer, she threw her arms around me and kissed me, passionately, like she really meant it. Damn, that kiss ignited something in me. She pulled back, but I needed some more of that. I pulled her back in for a longer kiss. My hands roamed over her naked back and that sweet ass. My cock, which had been semi-hard, was now fully at attention.

"Was that a 'yes', then?" she giggled, cupping my iron-hard cock with her hand, under my jeans.

"Oh Katie! Wow! Yes indeed!" I laughed.

She then greeted Jerome the same way.

Gorgeous smile, cute laugh, warm personality -- what was not to like? And she was being completely direct and honest with us about what she felt and what she wanted, no games. She showed real vulnerability, and trusted us with that. Whatever skepticism I'd had towards her was blown away.

We took her in to the living room, and she immediately started sucking us off. The sex that followed was nothing short of mind-blowing, both the group sex we started with in the living room, and the one-on-one later when she woke up in my bed.

Most other women I've fucked have acted like they were doing me a favor as they passively lay back and let me pleasure them; maybe they'd begrudge me a blowjob. Katie, in contrast, was enthusiastic, energetic and playful in her fucking. She couldn't wait to get her hands and mouth on my cock, and seemed to enjoy sucking me off as much as I enjoyed receiving it. When I slid my cock into her hot, wet snatch and felt her cunt muscles actively milking me -- like her cunt really wanted to get to know my cock and make friends with it -- I knew this was going to be fantastic. Katie was thinner than the women I usually went for, but for a skinny girl she had a nice set of curves to her. I loved the way she giggled and squealed as she bounced on me in cowgirl position. I loved the joy that shone on her pretty face as I thrust up into her. When I flipped her over and pounded her, doggy-style, she moaned and gasped and wailed, coming repeatedly. Damn, this woman loved to fuck! I loved the way her titties bounced around as we fucked, loved the way they felt in my hands, and in my mouth. I loved the way her wide ass rippled and shuddered as I slammed into her from behind.

After I at last came inside her, she lay on top of me, her head resting on my chest, as I stroked her beautiful light-brown hair.

"Please, tell me more about you guys, and how you got together. I've heard a little of it from Jay. But you were the active force in starting the company, right?"

I explained that we knew each other from various jobs we'd worked on. I had found a niche in the Cleveland-area market, an opening for a small, highly skilled team, an ace plumber, carpenter, electrician and painter, who can work closely together. Ace Construction. We take the higher end of the small-scale jobs that the big firms didn't want to bother with, and we make good money doing it. And," I added, "the four of us have encountered enough on-the-job racism, from bosses and coworkers, that we wanted to try being in business for ourselves."

"What kind of racism?"

"Like, co-workers that use the n-word about us when they think we're not listening. Like getting hired at lower grades than we're qualified for, while less qualified White guys get better pay. Like bosses that consistently blame us when some White guys fuck up a job. Like security guards that accuse of stealing our own tools; and they never do that to the White guys. Like being let go when we complain about anything, told we're not good 'team players'. Somebody spray-painted 'monkey-wagon' on my truck, and "coon" on Toby's; that was two unrelated incidents, a year apart, at different jobsites. That give you some idea?"

I braced myself for the usual White fragility response: that there is no racism in America anymore; that we were just being over-sensitive; or accusing us of reverse racism for even talking about it. But that response didn't happen.

"Wow, that's just awful, Gary. It's despicable. I'm so sorry you went through that. But I really admire you for deciding to strike out on your own. It sounds like you aces have a very good thing going here."

Then she said something I've waited all my life to hear from a White person:

"Gary, I've gone through my life knowing very few Black people -- none as close friends till I met Jay. I've discovered that I'm really attracted to Black men -- like, it's a definite preference or orientation or whatever you call it, not a passing whim. I really like you four aces -- a lot -- and I don't want to screw that up. What I'm trying to say is, I don't know much about what life's like for a Black person. What you told me just now opened my eyes somewhat, but I'm still pretty ignorant. So if I stupidly say or do something racially insensitive, would you please gently point it out to me, so I can change my behavior?"

"I will, darling." I suppose that was the point I started to fall in love with her.

"And," I added, "I don't know much about what life's like for a woman. If I ever say or do something sexist, something that makes you uncomfortable as a woman, you call me on that, OK darling?"

"Yes sir," she grinned. "So far, all four of you aces have done a great job of welcoming me as your slut, while making me feel comfortable and safe and respected. Not to mention giving me the best sex ever." She kissed me again.

"Speaking of sex," I responded, "I'd love to keep you here all to myself, but there's three more bedrooms you need to visit before morning, with three more aces eager to fuck you again. Get to it, my darling slut."

"Yes sir. Could you please smack my ass to send me on my way?" Damn, I was sorry to see her go, but I loved the way her bare ass moved as she walked out of my bedroom, with my clear red handprint on it.

Around 3 am, Katie was back. She woke me up with another blowjob.

"Damn girl, don't you need some sleep?" I chuckled.

"I'm too excited to sleep, sir!" she giggled. "How can I sleep with four gorgeous, sexy Black men in the house, ready to fuck?"

I went down on her, loving the taste and texture of her silky cunt around my tongue, not caring about the traces of my housemates' come that were still inside her. I licked her cute, tasty asshole too. Then, with her enthusiastic consent, I lubed up my cock and fucked her ass, hard and deep, leaving a huge load of come in her rectum. She came too, big-time.

Dayum. We aces needed this woman in our life, on a permanent basis.

* * *

I could tell from the way Katie was talking that this wasn't going to be just a one-time thing. I lobbied hard, from very early on, for inviting her to come live with us full time. But Jay knew her best, and he was against pushing her too hard too fast.

"Give the girl some time, bro. She's still figuring out what she wants. Let's just enjoy what she's willing to give us, for as long as it lasts."

So she just spent weekends with us, going back into Cleveland on Sunday nights. By the end of her third weekend with us, though, Jay could see that I was right. As Sunday evening approached, she was sad to be leaving us and going back to her lonely little apartment and shitty job. Her departures got us aces down too. It wasn't just the sex, though that continued to be amazing. It wasn't just her cooking, which started off excellent and kept improving. There was something deeper growing between us.

Then there was the business side of things. Offering her the office manager position was a no-brainer. I really didn't enjoy that part of my work and I wasn't very good at it: I'm a plumber for fuck's sake, not an office manager. She, on the other hand, had all the office skills from her current job, but they paid her shit and treated her badly. We could easily afford to double her salary. And living with us as our slut, she would have hardly any expenses.

So we drafted those two documents, the Slut Agreement and the Employment Contract, with input from our lawyer friend Ahmed on the latter. When we presented our offer to her, she looked like a child on Christmas morning.

"Take all the time you need to think about it," I said. "We understand what we're offering is..."

"I'll do it," she jumped in. "I'll do it all. I want it all. Omigod, guys, thank you!!!"

Katie quickly settled in as a full-time permanent member of our household, as the new office manager of Ace Construction, and as 24-7 slut to the four aces. Coordination with customers and suppliers improved dramatically. The sex, now available on weekdays too, was a major mood-booster, for us aces, and for Katie.

Likewise the improved weekday cooking. Katie came to us knowing basic kitchen skills, and a handful of good recipes. But she had a latent talent for cooking that blossomed into true artistry now that she had the time to experiment with online recipes, and an appreciative household to cook for. We four aces worked physically demanding jobs. We wanted rib-sticking meals, with plenty of meat. We had been surviving, pre-Katie, on a lot of carry-out, which was expensive, and often not very healthy. Katie creatively planned meals that accommodated our appetites at the table (just as her other talents satisfied our appetites in the bedroom). Not just dinners either. She made us substantial breakfasts to get us started in the morning, and packed us delicious lunches every day, writing little love notes to each of us on the napkins.

Now don't get me wrong: that first weekend, we all found Katie very attractive. But she was a bit on the thin side; I might even say undernourished. Like a lot of Black men, we four aces appreciate a woman with some thickness. One unintended but very welcome side effect of Katie's delicious, nutritious meals was that she began to put on weight herself. We men worked off our calories, but Katie started putting on the pounds. Her curves began to fill out in very appealing ways.

"Omigod guys, I'm turning into a dumpy fat-blob. You're gonna want to send me back to Cleveland."

"Katie darling, that's total bullshit," I said. You're absolutely lovely, and you're only getting lovelier."

"Look at my cock, baby," said Jay, "you've got me harder than rebar, just looking at your gorgeous curves."

Jerome added, "Don't you know that line about what Black men say: What can a skinny girl do for you? Answer:

Not a damn thing!"

"But..."

"But nothing, darling," I cut her off. "Look, you agreed to be our slut: if we prefer you on the heavier side, then that's just how it's gonna be."

"You guys really find me more attractive like this?"

The only way to answer a question like that was to show her, by fucking her brains out, while showering her with compliments about beautiful she was.

Pretty soon, she was able to let go of her weight worries, to accept and even enjoy her increasing thickness, as we did, and she seemed a lot happier for it. Within a few months, we aces had a sexy Phat-Ass White Girl on our hands, the kind of woman a brother can really sink his teeth into. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Well, she did enjoy playful love-bites on her ass, but we were careful never to break the skin. The sex, which had been mind-blowing, got even better.

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Before we met Katie, I had heard of the "Queen of Spades" meme, and it rubbed me the wrong way. I was ranting about this one day to to the others.

"I mean, "spade" is an old racist slur, right? Any woman who labels herself a Queen of Spades sees us as pieces of meat, nothing more."

"Mmn. Maybe you're being a bit narrow-minded there," Jay countered. "Maybe it means different things to different women."

Then we got to know Katie, who definitely had a strong sexual kink for Black men; but that never got in the way of her relating to us as individuals. One day, early on, she encountered the QoS meme, on some interracial sex site she followed.

"Look at this, guys." she squealed excitedly. "There's a name for what I am! It's a real thing!" She glowed with pride.

That made me reexamine my attitude, pretty damn quick. I mean, I was attracted to thick women, which Katie now was. That's a kink too. But that didn't mean my attraction to Katie was only about her body type; it didn't mean I couldn't appreciate Katie as a full human being. Why should I imagine that Katie's kink for Black men worked any differently? When Katie talked about identifying as a Queen of Spades, it clearly had nothing to do, in her mind, with a racial slur. It was a figure of speech, a symbol of the excitement she felt as a White woman sexually and emotionally connecting with Black men, and with us aces in particular. Far from being racist, for Katie it was an anti-racist "fuck you" directed at the racial dividing lines that she'd grown up with.

For her birthday, Katie asked for a tattoo, the only one on her pristine, unmarked body. She wanted a small Queen of Spades design, surrounded by four aces, on her right ass cheek, with our "Ace Construction" logo underneath.

"You want to be our

property

, babe?" Toby shook his head. "That don't seem right. You're our willing slut, but we don't own you."

She explained: "It doesn't mean I belong

to

you, like property; it means I belong

with

you, as part of your team."

When she put it that way, how could we say no? And that tattoo on her phat ass was sexy as fuck!

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As I said, the sex kept getting better and better. In fact, there seemed to be no upper limit on how much sex this woman could take. Before she moved in full-time, she'd throw herself into being our slut all weekend long, and then catch up on sleep during the week. Now she had no catch-up time. We all went a little crazy that first week with round-the-clock fucking, except when we were at work. But our beloved slut was getting sleep-deprived. We aces had to step in and impose some limits.

"You're gonna stay with one of us all night, and get a minimum of seven hours of sleep. You'll still rotate bedrooms, but on a daily basis."

"OK sirs," she agreed.

And honestly, I found it more satisfying having her in my bed all night long, on the nights I had her. I preferred being able to hold her and cuddle her comforting PAWG body after a good fucking, not needing to send her on to the next bedroom as soon as we had both come. I didn't mind waiting for my night with her, every fourth day. We aces still got plenty of sex with her, group and one-on-one, in the morning before we left for work and in the evening when we came home -- before and after dinner. Hell, sometimes

during

dinner. And then there were the weekends.

That girl sure loved herself some standing DP! She would jump into the arms of one of us, wrapping her legs around him, and he would lower her open, dripping cunt onto his cock, while another one of us lubed up and entered by the back door. I ain't stunting but all four of us are well hung men.

"Jesus, I love this," she would groan, "having my cunt and ass stuffed with your massive Black cocks! So fuckin' full! I love the way you hold me tight between your muscular bodies."

By way of response, we just grunted, then kissed and fucked her even harder, making her scream with pleasure.

But we did start to worry that maybe we aces weren't giving her enough. Her appetite for sex seemed bottomless. What if she grew dissatisfied and eventually left us? This relationship, that had started as a casual thing, was becoming serious to us, and we feared losing her. She repeatedly assured us that we aces kept her well satisfied. But our insecurity kept popping up, and it led us to do some stupid things.

We got her a bluetooth-controlled Lush bullet vibrator, so we could pleasure her remotely while we were away from the house. It seemed like a good idea; she seemed to enjoy it, like she enjoyed just about everything sexual that we proposed to her. Then one day Toby texted her to put it in, he turned it up high on his phone app; but he got distracted by some work emergency. Katie had that thing inside her going full-blast for over an hour. Jay found her unconscious on the floor.

"Toby, you fucking idiot!" I texted him. "Gonna knock you upside your stupid head when I get home."

"I deserve it. I feel awful. Is Katie OK, really?"

Thank God, she suffered no injury. She wasn't even upset about it. In fact, once Jay got her to his bed, she asked him to fuck her, to "remind my poor cunt what a real cock feels like."

But we had to make sure that an incident like that couldn't happen again. We installed the Lush control app on Katie's phone, so she could turn down the vibrator herself if it got too intense. We made her promise, slut's honor, that she would do just that, not play the stubborn masochist and suffer another blackout.

Another stupid thing we did was more of a danger to us aces than to her. The night she signed her agreements, we took her out for dinner at a local bar and grill to celebrate. Afterwards, we had her get naked in the parking lot before she climbed into our van. Then we took her to deserted gas station at the intersection of two country roads. She sucked us all off. Then we standing-DP'ed her, first Jay and Toby, then Jerome and me, out in the open, visible to any car that happened to be driving past. In fact, one car did drive by and stop, and the good folks inside asked if we needed help. Fortunately, Katie was able to signal that she was fine, and the folks in the other car drove off laughing, entertained by the show we had put on. But think about it: a bunch of Black men gang-banging a White woman, at night, out on a country road. There are probably gun-toting White folks in these parts who would jump to conclusions and start shooting. A real hard-core racist might not care that it was consensual; he might even shoot Katie too, as a "race traitor". What the fuck were we thinking?

* * *

But by far, the stupidest thing we did was to pimp Katie out to that Zander creep. Yes, we did it out of misguided concern for Katie, that we weren't enough for her, that she needed the excitement of new sexual partners. Maybe Katie would want the porn-star career that he could offer her.