Author's note: I recommend that you read the previous part as this story will refer to things that happened in these parts.
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After a night full of dreams of black men and their big cocks Sara woke up with wetness in her crotch. As she walked into her kitchen the cucumber she had been told to use yesterday made her get vivid flashbacks of yesterday.
Marcus had said that he would record her the next time she came over. So far, her activities were only between her, Marcus and the other two black men she had fucked two days ago. She could still back away without any proofs of what she had done, but if he recorded it she could be on the web and spread around.
She had plenty of time to think about all this as Marcus didn't contact her for three days and didn't open the door the one time she dared to knock on his door. She tried to lessen her urges by masturbating, but instead of lessening her lust for sex they seemed to increase and making her more desperate.
On the fourth day after their last meeting she heard her door bell ring as she was in the shower. She dried herself and put on some clothes. When she opened the door no-one was there and the only thing she saw was a box and a note.
"Be at my place at 15.00 and wear the things in the box." the note simply said. As she opened the box after closing the door to her apartment she saw a white top that had the text "BBC WHORE" written on it with big black letters and a white thong with the ace of spade on the front. There was also a very short white skirt and white stay ups.
"If I would wear this I would really look like a whore." she thought to herself. Not that this idea didn't had it thrills and once again her pussy and brain had very conflicting ideas about whether she should do it or not. Unfortunately for her brain, her pussy had won the last times, and Sara's brain would probably lose again to her pussy.
As the clock came closer to 15 her thoughts off refusing the note finally disappeared and she dressed in the clothes that were in the box. There had been no mention of how her makeup should look like, but she made the best she could to make it look like a slut with heavy makeup to the eyes and red lipstick.
Exactly at three o'clock she knocked on the door and she was greeted by Marcus. He barely acknowledged her as he pulled her into the apartment. She saw that they were not alone as an older fat man sat in the sofa. She looked at Marcus confused.
"This is J.D. He gave me 50 bucks to be able to fuck you. But don't worry, as a whore you get your cut off it. When J.D. is satisfied with you I'll give you the 2 dollars you are worth as a hoe."
Sara blushed red from the humiliation of not just being a very cheap whore but also that she would have to have sex with an old, fat and quite unattractive man. Furthermore if Marcus was true to his words he would record it.
"Get over her bitch." J.D. said with a dark voice. He made her sit on his lap as he groped her ass and tits. The humiliation once again made her pussy flood and as he put a finger at her pussy he laughed at the wetness.
