This story is true has happened, with slight exaggerations on numbers for readers pleasure all events did happen but in a different club than the one in this story.
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Valerie sat there in front of a video camera legs spread wide forcing an oversize black dildo into her fuckholes knowing it was on a direct link to the club where she now worked, She also knew black men of any age were bidding on her, to use those very same fuckholes.
Her right nipple and aureole had been tattooed with a dark black letter S and around it was her slave number SLN 450-270-077making a perfect circle around the curve of her breast. On her lower back was a tramp stamp, that being a zebra head in profile with Marcus Interracial written underneath.
Around her neck was a slave collar, with slave whore clearly visible.
Her husband walked by and nodded to her, as she sat there, showing herself to her bidders, he noticed her fuckhole start to leak knowing in his head he had lost her to the dark side.
As Valerie rammed the dildo in her fuckhole even harder making her hips buck and weave she pulled it out causing her to squirt heavily, her mind wandered back to how it all began.
Valerie skipped down the road feeling very happy, making sure her braless tits didn't bounce too much. Valerie hated wearing any as the touch on her sensitive nipples caused not only pleasure but also pain.
She had just paid for her wedding dress and was on the way to buy some shoes that matched hoping she had enough money left to buy any.
Turning the corner, she spied what she was looking for, perfect she though as her eyes glazed over looking at upon more than one set of ivory shoes, now to find what they cost crossed her mind.
On entering the shop, a very large very dark black man approached her. "Is there anything I can help you with miss," he said.
"Yes plss, Valerie replied, I'm just wondering how much a set of wedding pumps would cost, picking up one she liked more than others and passed them to him, and do you have them in a five."
"Very nice choice Miss," he said with a smile on his face, "I take it they are for you, let me go see if we have them in a size five not take a minute."
Looking back at her lucky guy he thought, very fit looking nice tits, bet she works out.
Moments later he was back, "here you go Miss, size five just like you wanted," he said on returning.
"Perfect," Valerie replied.
"If Miss would take a seat, I will help you on with them,"
"Thank you, kind sir," was her reply as she sat down offering her foot to him.
Leaning over Valerie, he gazed down into her scooped top dress to spy both magnificent dark brown nipples, yes, he thought, wanting to play with them feeling his cock starting to stiffen now very close to Valerie's face.
Pulling away hoping she didn't notice, but not caring if she did, but he was at work knowing he would be in trouble if she made a complaint.
"So, Miss how do they feel walk around in them for a bit don't, want then to hurt walking down the aisle do we."
As Valerie walked around lifting her dress a little to look at the pumps, Richards cock got harder looking at her.
"Oh, I love them she said, but I have to ask the price."
"Those Miss are 50 pounds he replied,"
"Oh dear she said and I did like them do much, I'm afraid that will have to wait till I can afford them I'm afraid money is running short with the cost of this wedding never mind I'll have to look for something cheaper."
"Have to find myself a job at this rate," she said with a frown appearing on her face.
"Now, now miss he said if it's for your wedding let me buy them for you don't worry, I can afford them,"
"Oh, kind sir I couldn't let you do that, but it is much appreciated," was her reply.
"Either that or go barefoot he said laughing you want to look your best walking down the aisle don't you."
"Oh god I hate to ask this of you of you, but I do love them and when I get a job, I will pay you back."
"You want a job miss then take this," handing her a card. "A friend of mine runs this club you see, and I know he is always looking for fit young girls."
Valerie blushed with him calling her fit, asking, "what would the job entail?"
"Not sure he said, bar work collecting glasses etc. but you will be working late."
"Oh, I don't mind working late, and I do have bar experience, she said, worth going to see about."
"Good for you he said will be seeing him tonight may I ask who will be calling for the vacancy."
"Sorry my name is Valerie." holding out her hand, "Hi Valerie I'm Richard very pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," she said smiling at him, "and I will promise to see about the job after buying my shoes for me."
As Richard watched her walk away, he thought of nothing else than to grasp his hands round those perfect boobs feeling his cock harden, with a bit of luck she will take the job.
Valerie made her way back home feeling very happy not only was her outfit complete but also a chance of a new job Valerie skipped along feeling her nipples brush against her dress sending tingles of pleasure running through her body.
Steve her husband to be, wasn't home when she arrived so she took out the card to examine it. Emblazoned across the front it stated Zebra International (Nottingham branch) in smaller letters it stated private rooms for functions, Stag and Hen nights catered for, impressive was her first thought placing it on the table in front of her.
Sitting watching TV later she heard a Cherri. "Hi, my love I'm back," getting up she kissed her husband to be full on the lips, "kisses my love she replied, I've had a wonderful day not only have I completed my wedding outfit but also had a job offer."
Not mentioning of course, a very nice-looking black guy had bought her the shoes.