This story is a continuation of Victoria, The Black Man's Whore, and like that story is dedicated to victoriap.
The following morning Victoria woke up happy and refreshed. The memory of how she served the men the previous evening made her slut nature happy and self-complacent while the amount of cum she had been lucky to drink made her refreshed, at least temporarily. The problem with Victoria Petersen was that contrary to common sense the more Negro cum she got, the more she seemed to need. She knew she would have to get some cum today too or else it would be hard to survive the day. And of course considering how much she drank the day before, Victoria didn't see any reason why she should go down rather than up with the amount.
Victoria brushed her teeth, washed, did her hair and considered how to dress for the day. Being an incurable exhibitionist, she always dressed to provoke, but always in style. Even during office hours she wanted to look sexy to say the least and today more than ever if she wanted to find a sperm donor or two – one during the lunch break, and one or more (why shouldn't there be more) after hours. She put on her invariably sexy lingerie first: she would wear a corset today! A corset made her feel constrained which always reminded her of her slut nature and urged her to seek a source of semen. She selected her steel underbust scarlet Mae corset – back-laced, it pronounced her hips so beautifully by cinching down the waist and held the stockings securely in place with eight garters.
Now the outfit for the day: after some consideration she opted for a semi-official yet whorish shiny red silk blouse. The color agreed with the scarlet corset underlay and the bullet bust support made her tits press against the blouse as if crying out, "Come and handle us!" A gray mid-thigh pencil skirt should go well with that, she thought – it accentuated her leg and hip line and that was the very effect she desired. Victoria Petersen takes great pride in her long, straight legs. Fully-fashioned, Cuban heeled nude stockings with finishing loop and sewn seam were the right sort for the day. Not the usual ultra shine sort she tended to select to attract mates, but Victoria liked vintage and these stockings went along with her corset and the feeling was complete especially when she lay on her back to open her legs for a stud. Then the finishing loops looked just grand and were widely appreciated amongst her black bucks. Victoria was of the opinion that the most whorish sight was a lady shamelessly giving herself to black men. She put her left foot on the chair and pulled the stocking up encasing her smooth shaven leg in the sensuality of 100% non-stretch nylon. She made sure the backseam was straight to her satisfaction and attached the top of the stocking to the metal clasps then proceeded to put on the other stocking.
She reached into the drawer where she kept her collection of thongs and panties. Old style, fully covered ones were the best fit to the rest of her underwear, but then an idea hit home. A true ladylike whore didn't need any panties, did she? Isn't it so much more exciting to spend a day at work not wearing any, in a state of semi-exposure and a constant reminder of what she really was – a willing slut set on getting worse and dirtier. Furthermore, with her short skirt her panties-less state would mean being on edge whenever sitting down! What condition could be more beautiful for an exhibitionist! She smiled a whorish smile looking at the voluptuous folds of her smooth, clean-shaven labia. No, Victoria was not going to wear any panties today! She made that decision and instantly felt the sooo welcome sensation of pleasurable tickling in her pussy as it started producing its sweet juices. The thought that throughout the day she would be moving around with wetness on her thighs made the dirty Victoria diddle her clit and a lecherous smile lit her face while some longing dullness appeared in her eyes.
The shoes! Pumps of course, that goes without saying. The best would be her 6-inch spike whore shoes, but these won't do for the office. She eventually opted for dark brown Gucci Sofia peep-toe platform pumps on self-covered 5-inch heels. She loved the effect the peep toes gave her rh&t stockinged toes. The selection of the jacket was the least problematic – it had to be on the official side. The gray two-button wool one should do just fine. It made her look official without ruining the whorish effect she strove to give her person. Victoria completed the dressing up task with the deep red, satin finish voluptuous lipstick and the peacock blue eye shadow that went so well with her pale blue eyes. A few touches of rouge and mascara, the ever-present four-strand pearl bracelet and Victoria Petersen felt she was ready to face the world.
She strutted into her office and as always was met with a mixture of jealous yet admiring looks of her female colleagues and badly hidden lust in the eyes of her male colleagues. These always put her in the right mood to tackle her daily load of work. After about an hour of working, Victoria looked at her watch. "Shit," she thought, "so much time to go before the lunch break!" she was already cock hungry. She got an email from a colleague. He was the guy who kept gallantly courting her. Both of them knew it was a kind of game as the man was happily married, but both liked playing it. She opened the mail and stared: a huge velvety brown cock with a most beautiful purple head and heavy semen-loaded balls pulling down the foreskin, was swaying slightly on the screen, a most beautiful drop of crystal clean precum seemed to be winking at her. The monster tool was smiling at her warmly and Victoria smiled back, her mouth instantly overflowing with saliva! She shook her head and closed her eyes. The picture vanished and was replaced by an elephant with a raised trunk and an apple at the tip of the trunk. "Shit and fuck!" Victoria thought.
Things looked bad with her if she had that kind of phantasms. It was time she did something about it. Most people would think of putting their most desired thing aside if it gave such an effect, but not so Victoria Petersen. Oh no! For Victoria there was only one remedy: get a nice black cock in her mouth quickly and then partake of the nourishing nectar that would help her survive until the afternoon when she would be able to find some more to let her last through the rest of the day. One more hour to go before lunch break! Well, what the hell, Victoria thought. She would take the break earlier today.
She walked quickly to the nearby shopping plaza where there was always ample supply of cock for a woman in need. For ten minutes she walked the shopping arcades being ogled by white men, but not finding any black cock owners that she would consider suitable. And then there they were: two most handsome, tall and slim, real black-skinned individuals in white shirts and suits moving slowly along the arcade. Normally Victoria preferred to approach a single man. It was easier that way, but these two looked just too sweet to pass on them and she was getting pretty desperate besides. She accelerated her pace. Click, click, click on the floor as she went past them and looked at them openly sending them an alluring smile. Twenty yards more and Victoria stopped at the shop window of a ladies footwear boutique. She looked over her right shoulder to the men. They were approaching slowly talking to each other and looking at her. She sent them another smile and made it openly lustful. Seconds later she saw their reflections in the shop window glass, standing to her right. She could hear her heart beating fast!
"Nice shoes," one of the men said bending towards her.
"Which ones?" she looked at him openly and smiled.
"The ones you're wearing, lady," the other man put in. Victoria sent him a smile too.
"Thanks," she responded, "I like them on my legs."
"And these are fine legs," the first man commented.
"Thank you, darling." Victoria cooed. The men were much younger than she was. It's oh so flattering when young men go gaga over her! "And you have nice pants." She looked at the two bulges that seemed to be growing in their crotches. She licked her red lips wet slowly and meaningfully.
"And nice boxers too," the other man said. Yes, there was a bulge clearly forming in his trousers.
