Author's Note: I know that this chapter has been a long time coming, and I apologize for making those of you who are enjoying reading this storyline wait. I hope you enjoy this installment, and as always rate and comment to provide me with feedback as to what you liked or did not like. Also, continue throwing ideas my way you would like to see the characters partake in, as I do my best to incorporate as applicable.
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The next day at school after my very interesting day with Cynthia, I met up with her at school. I asked her how her Mistress took the info about Jerome, and found out that she hadn't decided anything yet. Cynthia asked about Jerome, and I was giddy to tell her that he was planning on coming over that night, and in fact he wanted me to buy a new lingerie set especially for the night. She smiled, and added that she the perfect place. I asked if she would come with me and of course she said yes, but did say she had one stipulation; I had to help her out with some challenges her Mistress had left for her to complete. Reading over the tasks, I whole heartedly agreed to help. In fact, I had quite the naughty time and even put my own twists on a couple of them.
(An event of these challenges can be read in Cynthia's Submission Ch. 25)
We took care of the challenges during and after school, and then agreed to meet back up at 6:30 pm after we both had a chance to get cleaned up. I decided to dress in something easy to take on and off as I figured I would be trying things on, so when I left to pick up Cynthia I wore just a simple sun dress and a pair of flip flops. I didn't bother with underwear because as per my Black Cock Slut contract, I was not permitted any without approval by Jerome.
Arriving at Cynthia's I was happy to see that she too had dressed in a similar manner, and I assumed also without underwear. In the car Cynthia directed me towards the store she told me about, and as I pulled into the parking lot I found out that it was in fact a sex store. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, at which she replied I would love it. Then I laughed out, and said I knew all about the store; in fact I had been there earlier to buy the sex hood I had her wear earlier. We both laughed at this as we walked towards the entrance.
Inside, we browse the racks and soon I hand a number of options to try on. As we went to find a dressing room Cynthia pointed to a hallway near them, and stated that it led to the video booths. I asked how she knew, and she simply responded by saying that she may have been familiar with them. By that point we had made it to a dressing room, but I couldn't let her slide like that; I needed more info, and I knew she was holding out on me.
Shockingly, she relayed a story of how her Mistress had her attend one of the booths, of which had glory holes on either side. She apparently sucked off a number of random cocks, and ended up leaving naked and filled with cum. When she finished relaying her story to me, I playfully swatted her butt saying how bad she was. I then went on to say that I would have to try that out myself sometime. We both laughed some more.
Cynthia watched as I tried on my different options and gave her opinion on what she thought looked best. After a few trips back and forth to the sales floor, we both finally agreed on one. It was a three piece set that included a pair of red fishnet thigh highs, a red crotchless G-string, and a matching red demi-cup bra. I told her that they would look perfect with my slut collar, and that I had just the right pair of heels.
Redressing, I took the pieces to the counter to pay for them, and as the shop girl was taking care of everything, I jokingly asked Cynthia if she wanted me to leave her behind so she get reacquainted with the video booths. She playfully slapped my arm in response, and stated that she had had enough fun and excitement for her day. The shop girl handed me my bag and just shook her head while smiling at the two of us.
I dropped Cynthia off at her place, and told her I would tell her all about my night with Jerome the next day at school. She said couldn't wait before giving me a kiss bye, and walking up to her house. Once she waved from her front door, I pulled away and headed home. I realized as I drove that my pussy was soaking wet. Not just from the thought of Jerome coming over, but from everything I had experienced with Cynthia during the day. When I got back home, I raced into my bedroom to change into my new outfit. I had no idea when Jerome was coming, but I was so worked up, I just needed to be dressed as sexy and as slutty as I felt.
Minutes after I dressed, making sure to wear my leather slut collar, and a pair peep toe red high heels, Jerome texted me to state when he was coming over and how he expected me to be waiting for him when he did. He was going to be there in about thirty minutes, and he wanted me dressed as I was. However, it got more daring as he wanted me to wait for him kneeling in my living in front of the couch. I was to be blindfolded, with my hands cuffed behind me, and my front door left wide open. Not left unlocked or partially cracked open, but "Wide" open; his words. My body shivered in a bit of fear from the idea of being in such a situation. I would have to trust that Jerome would be the only one coming to my house, and also that no one walking by would notice. Where he wanted me kneeling and waiting wasn't directly in view of the door, but I would certainly be visible at the right angles.
Though I was scared, I also knew I was certainly going to do as I was told. I was his slut to do with as he pleased, the contract said as much, and I needed to be used more than ever. Retrieving my blindfold and handcuffs, I swung open my front door. The point of caring had long passed; I was focused on being the perfect slut for Jerome. Not taking even a moment to think further, I dropped to my knees in the designated spot, pulled the blindfold into place, secured my wrists with the cuffs behind me, and waited.
I knew I had got myself in position to wait for Jerome's arrival early, but I didn't care. The longer I had the wait, the more aroused I became, and the more I desired to be his simple slut to be used as he saw fit. I just knelt in silence, pondering the endless possibilities he had planned for me, and I wondered if he would continue to push my further in the realm of degradation and humiliation. I loved it when he pushed me in an attempt to find my limits or boundaries. I wanted him to continue to go further. I wanted to show him I was truly his to own.
Being lost in my own head with these thoughts, I didn't notice or hear him come in. It took him dropping his heavy mass of semi erect cock on my face to cue me in of his arrival. I sort of jumped at this surprise introduction, but quickly got myself settled and immediately began to extend my tongue in an attempt to lather his long shaft with wanting licks. For his part, Jerome continued to lift and move his growing girth around my face; teasing me with it. Then he spoke, ending the silence.
"Damn slut, I could have been anyone. Do you just start licking any cock that gets put in front of you? You are a greedy little cock slut aren't you?"
Between lick attempts I replied with desperation in my voice, "Yes sir, I am just a desperate slut who needs cock. I need your cock. I need you to use me."
"Oh and use I will. Now really suck this cock slut. Show how even a prim and proper teacher like you can be a dirty, filthy slut for black cock," Jerome commanded of me in return.
His cock head was then placed at my lips, and I eagerly accepted it inside my mouth. Without pause, I began to bob my head up and down on his now fully engorged member. I felt a sense of exuberation as I sucked Jerome's massive cock, as if I was doing what I was meant to do. Soon I began to take more and more of his length into my mouth and throat until I started to involuntarily gag. After a few more attempts, I was able to limit my gagging, and continued to consume more of him. When I got to a point at which I felt as though I could take no more, I backed off to re-gather and it was at this point Jerome begin to talk and give me further orders.
"Come on slut; take my dick all the way into your throat. I want you to show me what a filthy little cock slut you are."
I immediately push myself back onto his long dick, and slid my mouth further down it. I wanted to do as he told. I wanted to show him I could do it. I wanted to be his filthy cock slut. Getting back to the spot I had stop at last time, I paused for a moment to collect myself and then pushed to take it deeper. My throat tried contracting and I sputtered around his cock, but I did not let up. I powered through, and forced myself to go further. Jerome spoke through the whole attempt, saying humiliating and degrading things.
