Sex Shop Slut: Getting Blaced

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.

"So, are you going to tell me about this new job or what?" Emily said to me.

I laid on her bed, flicking through my phone as she was getting ready on the other side of the room.

"There's not much to tell." I said to her.

I tried my best to play it cool, but inside I was dying! Emily had been my best friend for as long as I could remember, but how could I tell her everything that I had gotten up to for the last month or so! What if she stopped wanting to be my friend? No, I couldn't do that.

"Well, it must be pretty good," she said as some clothes flew onto the floor. "I mean it's pretty much stolen my best friend!"

"You're so dramatic." I sarcastically replied, hoping it would get some heat off.

"Urgh, I have nothing to wear!" Emily then groaned.

In classic Emily style, I was ready an hour ago, and she still wasn't dressed. To be fair, me being ready was a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Although I still felt a little self-conscious as it wasn't my normal plaid skirt and white blouse.

We were going out to a bar, with it being a bank holiday, so I thought I had to wear normal clothes.

"You have a wardrobe full of clothes." I joked to her.

I was barely paying any attention. I kept clicking on my messages to Brad. He hadn't texted me since our little sexting session. I know that Grace told me he likes me, but I still worried if he didn't.

There was some movement in the corner of my eye, and I suddenly saw Emily step out from the cover of her wardrobe wearing a short, black skirt and black tights but no top on! She was just in a black bra.

Instantly my eyes gazed at her body. She was a little taller than me but very slim and toned. She also hit the sunbeds fairly often, so her flat, tanned stomach had my tongue tied.

I had seen Emily like that tons of times before, and it never had any effect on me, but since I had slept with Mrs Unsworth and her "pet" Charlotte, I saw women in a different light. Instead of just looking at my friend, I saw a sexy, beautiful woman.

Emily's breasts weren't as big as mine, but she was wearing a push up bra that really made her cleavage look great. She had long brunette hair with a few strands of blonde in that fell down her body.

"What do you think? Should I go with the skirt?" She asked.

My mouth felt dry as I looked upon her. I even felt a little twinge between my legs.

That's your best friend! Stop looking at her like that!

"Erm, I, yeah," I stuttered out, "I like it."

As much as I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

"Good. Hopefully we can get a few guys buying us drinks tonight," Emily joked and turned back around, leaving me to gawk at her smooth, bronze back. "Not all of us have money coming in."

Please take off that bra.

I couldn't speak. I could barely think as she faced away from me.

"What, no quick come back about how God doesn't want me to flirt with a man?" Emily then joked out.

Right, get it together Zara!

"Flirting's okay, but fucking on the other hand."

As soon as I said it I slapped my hand over my mouth! Did I really just say that to her!

Emily slowly turned to look at me, a little grin on her face.

"Zara! Did you just swear?" She asked with her mouth open in a smile.

"I... I... it slipped out." I stuttered back to her, mortified.

I had said plenty worse when getting fucked like a slut, but Emily didn't know that!

"You're so adorable." Emily said and returned to her clothes.

I'm not adorable. I hate that!

"Don't worry. If any guys come over, I can do the talking." She said.

I know she meant it in a nice way, but it just came out condescending.

"I think I know how to flirt." I told her firmly, wanting to stand up for myself.

"Zara, come on," Emily said as she kept looking through her clothes. "I didn't mean any offence, but who is still the virgin out of us two?"

"Who says I'm still a virgin." I blurted out before I had a chance to stop myself.

When Emily turned round with a look of pure shock on her face, I could feel my own cheeks burn red. My hands sweated, and I had to look to the floor out of embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" She asked.

"I... I... well, I just." I stuttered out,

oh god, why don't I think before I speak!

"Zara!" Emily almost shouted, "have you had sex?"

"Well, I mean..." Fuck sake, no point hiding it now, "yeah."

When she didn't reply, I looked up to see a complete look of shock on her face.

"When? How? Who?!" She almost shouted and ran over to the bed.

I was so embarrassed that I only stared at her bouncing tits a little bit before she got onto the bed with me.

"Come on, tell me," She said and prodded my arm. "Was it with Doug?"

"No." I told her.

I clutched my arms across my stomach, almost hugging myself in embarrassment.

"Then who? Come on." She kept asking.

"Emily... I, I can't." I whispered. I could even feel myself get a little choked up about it.

"Hey," Emily said, clearly seeing that I was getting upset. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me."

I wiped a tear from my eye and still refused to look at her.

"Zara, I'm your best friend in the whole world," She said and nudged my arm. "I don't care if you've fucked half the men in England! You'll always be my best friend."

I gave a little chuckle through a sniffle and wiped my eyes again.

"Well, I haven't been with half the men in England." I joked out with a croak in my voice.

"Good, save me some," Emily joked and then went back to her wardrobe. "You don't have to tell me anything, but if you want to I'm here."

"Thank you." I whispered, my fingers playing in front of me.

Eventually, Emily picked a top. It was king of a fluffy jumper that was definitely too small for her. It stopped just above where her skirt started, and it showed a little bit of her toned stomach.

We went to the bar that Emily picked out. I had a glass of water, and she had a non-alcoholic cocktail. Neither of us were drinkers, but Emily liked to give off the impression that she was.

"I have to ask," Emily said, turning very serious as we sat down. "The way you reacted before, this person you had sex with, they didn't force you, did they?"

Oh god!

I couldn't believe she just asked that! But who could blame her. One mention of sex, and I start crying!

"No, not at all." I told her.

"Good, because if they had, I would cut off their balls!" Emily said very loudly, and I burst into laughter.

"Oh no, I wouldn't want you to do anything to his balls." I said with a little smile.

"So, are you seeing him? This mystery man?" Emily asked. "Not that you have to tell me."

"It's fine," I told her, playing with my glass of water and refusing to look at my friend. "it was just a bit of fun, we've been texting, but that's it so far."

"Well check you out," Emily joked. "I always thought I'd be involved in you losing your virginity."

If only she knew that she was. I knew I would only tell her about Brad, but I wasn't about to tell her that I actually lost my virginity by going to the shop she recommended and ended up getting tied up and fucked twice!

"I'm sorry to disappoint." I joked.

We sat there for an hour or so just chatting, catching up really. It actually felt like a relief for her to know I wasn't a virgin anymore, and the fact that she wasn't judging me just made me feel even better.

Then, as we sat there we both felt another presence appear at our table.

I turned my head and saw two, tall, muscular black men standing next to us smiling.

"Hi ladies, do you mind if we join you?" The one closest to me asked.

His voice was deep, and I almost felt like I was melting just listening to it.

He had a chiselled face, short black hair, and he looked to be in his 20's maybe.

His other friend looked fairly similar, except he had a bit of stubble. Both were very attractive men.

"Sure, take a seat." Emily answered for the both of us.

I shot her a quick glare, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

The two men then took a seat with us, putting their glasses of beer onto the table.

"I'm Frank by the way," the one closest to me said. "This is Will."

"Nice to meet you both," Emily answered. "I'm Emily, and this is Zara."

"Zara?" Frank said and looked at me. Oh, those beautiful brown eyes. "That's an interesting name."

"Yeah, every one thinks my parents just love the clothes shop." I sighed, having given that answer a million times in my life.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you both." Will said with a smile.

Both of them had shining white teeth that glistened in the light. Next to Frank, I felt tiny! I could feel his eyes on me, making me a little nervous.

"So, what do you boys do?" Emily asked.

"I work in finance," Will answered, "And Frank is in sales. We're mates from uni."

"Oh cool, you work in sales, don't you Zara?" Emily then blurted out.

"Erm, yeah, I guess. I work in a shop." I whispered, feeling a little nervous.

"That's cool," Frank said and gave a little pause. "You two don't have boyfriends, do you? Boyfriends that will come and kick off if they see us here?"

"Not at all, two single gals." Emily said.

I looked up and saw her smiling at me. She then turned to Will and started a conversation with him. I was a little awkward at first, running in my mind to think of something to say.

"So, do you have any hobbies or anything?" I asked, not even looking at him.

"Well work takes up a lot of my life, but I'm doing a painting course on the weekends." He told me, which perked up my attention.

I finally looked up and stared into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

"You like to paint?" I asked.

"Every chance I get, although this guy always teases me about it." He said with a laugh.

"I draw, just pencil really," I told him. "I find it really relaxing."

"Right! I know exactly what you mean. Whenever I'm just slightly stressed, I get out my paint brush and let it all go away." He said.

It was nice to speak to someone that understood that feeling when you are just creating, and then nothing else in the world matters.

We spoke for ten minutes about drawing and painting, and I found myself relaxing and actually getting into the conversation.

"I actually painted a nude last week. That was strange!" He said with a laugh.

"Oh god, I think I'd die if I had to do that!" I told him with my own laugh.

His hand reached into the air as he chuckled and as he brought it down, it landed on my thigh.

Instantly I felt a spark of excitement rush through my body.

I looked down at his hand, but when I looked back up, he smiled at me, and my heart melted a little.

"Can I get you another drink?" Frank asked me.

"Y-yes, please." I stuttered out, feeling a little hot and bothered.

"Coming right up." He said.

Frank gave Will a nudge, and they both headed to the bar.

"They're hot!" Emily said to me as soon as they were gone.

"I know." I whispered, a little embarrassed.

"He definitely likes you. Have you seen the way he's been staring at you, pretty much undressing you with his eyes!" Emily said, and I felt myself blush.

"He does seem kind of nice." I replied.

Before Emily said anything else, they returned to the table with drinks. Frank's hand then went back to my thigh, and I did absolutely nothing to stop it.

In fact, I felt myself getting a little turned on by having him touch me.

"So, no alcoholic drinks," Will said. "You two are 18, right?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry about that." Emily replied in a very flirty voice.

Emily and Will went back to having their own conversation, but I was distracted by Frank's hand on my thigh. We spoke for a little while, and I realised he had actually edged a little closer to me.

Then when I looked to my side, I realised that Emily was publicly making out with Will!

Oh god, that looks hot!

I turned back and saw Frank staring at me, like I was a piece of meat.

Fuck it, I can be whatever he wants me to be.

I reached up and rested my hand on his smooth cheek, and then I leant in and kissed him.

His thick, soft lips felt amazing against my own. Then as he kissed me back, his hand gave my thigh a little squeeze.

Oh my god, am I doing this?

His mouth opened, and I felt his soft, wet tongue gently press against my lips. I automatically opened my mouth and pressed my tongue back against his.

I was slowly but sensually making out with this handsome black man.

Frank's other hand came up to hold onto my face, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. I even forgot that I was in a busy bar, surrounded by people that could see me doing this.

Who knows how long we made out for, maybe 10, 20 minutes? Until Emily's voice broke it all up.

"So erm, do you guys live near here?" She asked.

Oh shit, does she want to go home with these guys?

"Yeah, like a 10 minute walk." Will answered.

"Perfect, lets carry on the party there." Emily said and stood up.

As we were leaving, Will and Frank took the lead, and Emily wrapped her arm around mine.

"What are we doing?" I whispered in her ear so the boys couldn't hear me.

"We're going back to there's," Emily said back to me. "Don't you want to?"

"It's not that." I whispered, looking up at Frank's muscular, hot body in front of us.

"So? You're not a virgin anymore. Live a little." She joked and nudged me.

If only you knew how much living I had been doing.

We followed behind nearly the entire way. As we got closer and closer to their house, I realised how horny I actually was.

They actually shared a very nice, very big house. Clearly they were both pretty well off.

When we entered, it was nice to feel the warmth coming from within. They decorated it very nicely, and everything was either grey or white with expensive looking furniture.

Will sat down on one sofa, and I watched as Emily sat down next to him.

"I'll get us all a drink." Frank said with his lovely smile.

"I'll give you a hand." I told him, realising Emily wanted to be alone with Will.

In their kitchen, which was huge by the way, Frank got everyone a drink as I just gazed at his body.

When he turned around and saw me looking at him, he didn't even say a word. He just walked straight up to me, took me in his arms and planted his lips against mine.

"Mmm." I moaned as this true man just passionately kissed me.

I automatically wrapped my arms around him, feeling the muscles on his back as he held me tight. I felt so small in his arms as he pressed me against his body.

Then, I felt his cock twitch in his jeans as he pressed himself against me. I knew he was getting turned on, which just turned me on more.

"Oooh." I moaned when his big, strong hands reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks.

"Maybe..." I whispered, "Maybe we should go back to the living room?"

"Sure." He said with a smile and kissed me one last time.

When we returned, Emily was passionately kissing Will, and they didn't even notice that we had gone back in.

Fuck it, if she can act like a slut, then so can I!

I sat down next to Frank and pressed my lips back against his.

For a while all that you could hear was the sound of the four of us kissing.

Once again, I forgot where I was. In the heat of my passionate making out session, I reached for Frank's belt.

Quickly undoing it, I pulled his zipper down, and then I pressed my hand against his stomach and felt his firm, hot six pack. I finally found the rim of his boxers, and my hand delved in.

Ooooh god!

His cock was fucking huge!

I could barely wrap my little fingers around it as I attempted to stroke him up and down.

It didn't take long for me to feel his precum start to spread around my hand.

"Mmm that's nice." He whispered into my mouth.

I wasn't even thinking about Emily and Will being in the same room as I wanked his big, black cock faster. His hands were all over my body, but I was annoyingly covered by my top.

In the heat of the moment, I quickly sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head before planting my lips back against his.

"Mmm." I moaned when I finally got to feel his hands on my bare skin.

In an instant, he unhooked my bra, and I just let if fall down in front of me.

His warm, strong hands started to grab at my tits, forcing more moans out of my mouth.

Eventually I pretty much straddled him, ripping his own shirt off as I pressed my milky body against his ebony skin.

"Oooh god." I suddenly heard Emily's voice moan which brought me a bit back to reality.

Turning my head, I saw my best friend making out with Will. His hand was up her skirt, and I knew he was definitely fingering her.

Her eyes were closed, so she couldn't see me, but fuck was it hot to watch.

I couldn't believe how this night had gone, from never talking to Emily about anything to do with sex to watching her get fingered as I wanked a big, black cock. What a turn of events.

But the slutty side of me was wanting to come out, and I wasn't going to stop it.

Turning back to Frank, I gave him a little smile.

"Should we all go upstairs?" I asked him.

"All of us?" I heard Will ask before Frank could say anything.

I turned around and saw Emily looking at me. This time she had a bit of an embarrassed look on her face as Will's fingers were still inside of her.

"Why not?" I said with a smile, and once again, I saw the shocked look on Emily's face.

I stood up from Frank's lap, my tits moving with me, and I reached out to take his hand.

"Come on." I whispered.

We led the way, but I saw both Emily and Will stand up as we left the room. We went up the stairs, and then Frank showed me to his room. To be fair, he had a giant bed with very nice grey sheets.

As I had hoped, Will and Emily entered the room as well and closed the door.

I could see how surprised Emily was by my actions, but also I saw her glancing down at my bare chest a few times.

She thinks you're so innocent, prove her wrong.

Without saying a word, I let go of Frank's hand and slowly walked over to Emily. Before she could react, I took her soft cheek into my hand and pressed my lips against hers.

Her eyes stayed open at first, but when she closed them, I did the same.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt her give out a little moan. Then I reached round, grabbed her, and pulled her body tight to mine.

"I think we spoke to the right girls." Will said from behind us.

In a loving, sensual kiss, mine and Emily's lips broke and connected over and over. I was still holding her tight, but her hands remained by her sides.

When I eventually broke it, Emily didn't say a word and just stared at me. I smiled back, and then turned towards the two men.

"Enjoy the show?" I asked.

"Zara?" Emily whispered out.

I gave her one last smile and then seductively walked over to Frank. Dropping to my knees, I grabbed onto his jeans that were still undone and unleashed his big, black cock.

"Fucking hell." I gasped out at the sheer size of it.

It was like a baseball bat and as dark as the night sky. It was... beautiful.

I grabbed onto it with my right hand, although my fingers couldn't touch all the way around it, and then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head.

"Mmm." I moaned.

I started to swirl my wet tongue around his head, like I was making out with his cock. I licked up his precum and took him a little deeper, only an inch or two. I wanted to tease him enough so he would fuck me hard.

I imagined what my pale white face would look like with this ebony staff in my mouth, and the thought just made my pussy twitch.

I gave him ten slow seductive sucks, and then I turned around and saw Emily just standing there.