Ariel's Slutty Descent - Day 03

**Disclaimer: This story is a follow up to Ariel's Slutty Descent Day 1 and Day 2 . Day 3 is best read if you read the previous days first**

Ariel woke to the pinch in her arm. Her eyes slowly opened as the drug rushed through her body. The blissful high taking over her mind before she had a chance to comprehend the day.

"Morning sweetie," Jermaine greeted her, stroking her silky blonde hair. "Had to calm you down early, couldn't have a repeat yelling like yesterday. Just a small dose of H." He ran his hand over her body, pushing on her tits as he grabbed them. "God baby you look so delicious, unfortunately your dad is home and he can't know...yet." he leaned in kissing her soft lips as they opened for him. He felt her hand wrap around his cock, her kiss getting more passionate.

Ariel squeezed his cock and ran her delicate white fingers over his dark chocolate popsicle. She broke the kiss, leaning back and looking up into his eyes. "Please..." the whisper was full of lust and begging. Her eyes sad and batting, her bottom lip pouting.

Jermaine looked at the innocent whore craving his black cock, but he couldn't ruin this setup, he needed to wait. He pulled away from her, and walked toward her closet, leaving her whimpers behind him.

Ariel slid her hand down her body to her burning triangle. She rolled to her back, opening her legs, her pussy on display in Jermaine's direction. She slid a 3rd finger in as she watched a naked Jermaine turn, his cock hidden by a zebra print tube top dress.

He ignored her sexual act. "Vivian bought this for you, she said you would look really nice in it." He stretched out the dress as he handed it to Ariel.

Ariel laid the dress on top of her and it barely reached from her tits to her Pussy. Laughing, Ariel sat up, "I don't think this is going to fit." She stood up and it was clearly too short.

Jermaine didn't care he was only following directions. "Put the dress on slut, and hurry up about it."

"Do I at least get to wear panties?" Jermaine threw her a pair of white thong panties. She held them out and right in the middle was a spade with a Q inside. "Umm what is this?"

He smiled at her, watching her put them on. "It lets the world know you're a whore for the black cock." He looked at her pulling down on the dress trying to stretch it over her white panties.

Ariel felt so exposed, if she pulled down her nipples popped out. If she pulled up most of the emblem was exposed, while her ass crack was on full display with no coverage. She nervously looked at Jermaine, "Is this all?"

Jermaine walked up to her. "Yes, Vivian has your shoes down stairs and she wanted to do your hair and makeup." He walked up to her and hooked her arm. They walked down the stairs together and headed for the kitchen table.

Jason choked on the bite he just took as he watched his daughter enter the room. The dress she was wearing was clearly new and looked like it belonged on a common street walker. He could see her cleavage straining to hold up the dress, and her panties almost completely exposed.

Ariel sat down in front of him, groggy from the Drug and embarrassed by what she was wearing. "Morning daddy, how are you." Not making eye contact with him.

Jason didn't respond, had Ariel looked up she would have caught her dad staring straight at her panties. The shocked look was of knowing but not understanding. Jason had seen the logo before, Vivian had worn lots of it, especially on her date nights with her black lovers. However he could not comprehend why his innocent daughter would be wearing them. He cleared his head as he looked up at his daughter, " What do you think you're wearing, there is no way you are leaving this house in that."

"Daddy...I-I...umm...h-have...no cho-"

Vivian quickly interjected. "Oh honey don't be so hard on her. She wants to look good, and she clearly feels hot in the outfit." She walked up behind Ariel and started playing with her hair. "Besides she's a beautiful girl, its high time she gets a boyfriend who will make her fall in love."

Ariel felt her hair yanked back and held back a whimper. She felt Vivian lean down to her ear and whisper.

"Keep your mouth quiet, we got evidence of how much you love being a whore." Vivian started braiding Ariel's hair, 2 braids splitting her head. Her hair was long and the braids made her look more young and innocent.

"Yeah daddy I'm 18 now, I'm an adult, I can wear what I want." He caught her daddy looking down and she did her best to hide the emblem of her secret. Tugging at the hem, crossing her legs. Nothing helped it only made her feel more slutty.

Vivian turned Ariel around in the chair and pulled out her makeup bag. She started applying the makeup as she felt the eyes of Jason boring into her. But she didn't stop, she wanted her to look perfect for her evening.

Jason fought back his anger at his wife. How could she side with Ariel in this case, what was happening to his innocent daughter. He wanted her to be happy, but thought he had raised her to be smart, independent, and always in charge...now she just looked like she was begging for sex.

When Vivian spun Ariel back around his jaw hit the floor. It was no longer his baby girl sitting their. It was a wanton slut seeking money. Her makeup almost looked clownish, but to a John she'd look like she was advertising. Jason couldn't do it anymore, if she wanted to dress that way it was her choice, but he didn't have to witness it. He stood up, slammed his chair in and left the room.

Vivian smiled at her husband's discomfort, and watched as he walked out of the house. Vivian slid her hands down over her step-daughters tits, popping them out. "So the plan for tonight is to have her pick up a stranger at a bar, do you have a good black bar?"

Jermaine smiled at her, "Oh yes, it gets frequented by recently released convicts, she'll be the showstopper." He stood up and went and got her shoes. He came back with red transparent stripper shoes.

Ariel was moaning at Vivian's assault on her tits squeezing her legs together. "Looks like the little slut shouldn't need any of the sex drug, but if she fights a little encouragement won't hurt."

Jermaine smiled, "I know I only gave her H this morning and she was practically begging to get fucked." He slid the shoes on Ariel, and strapped them up, watching her dry hump the air.

Vivian stopped ignoring Ariel's whimpers. She handed the drugs to Jermaine and some cash. "Get a hotel if need be."

Jermaine took the stuff and helped Ariel to her feet. She wobbled a little but got her balance pretty quickly. He watched her walk the QoS emblem poking out with each step. He wanted to take her right there, but he wanted the boys at the bar to get first go at her. He couldn't help but tease her though.

Ariel made it to the car, where Jermaine stood holding the door. He reached out to take her hand and help her in the car. He guided her in the car head first, his hand sliding down her body and cupping her ass. She stopped dead, she thought he was going to take her right there. She gripped the center console as she felt his warm strong hand rub over her pussy. "Mmm yes Jermaine take me right here, I need your black cock."

Jermaine smiled knowing her body was getting accustomed to being pleasured daily and she hadn't had any today. He rubbed harder, digging his fingers into the slit through the panties as she humped his hand. He felt her hand slide under his and try to pull her panties aside. Jermaine immediately stopped and pushed her the rest of the way in the car. He shut the door behind her.

Ariel whimpered as he watched him walk away. Her hand slid down massaging her slit. She moaned out his name begging him to come back. She heard the car door open and looked over. Except it wasn't Jermaine but Vivian who entered.

*SLAP* *SLAP* Ariel's face stung from the hand landing flush on her cheek. "Who the fuck told you it was okay to do that."

"No one ma'am I was just really horny, I thought Jermaine was going to use me again."

*SLAP* "You will only touch yourself or have sex when given permission " Vivian couldn't help but notice Ariel's legs opening and closing, rubbing against each other, and squeezing her thighs tight. *SLAP* "And to think you haven't even had any sex drug. You are turning into a good white slut."

Ariel was unable to control her urges she needed some release, she looked to her step-mom "Please mommy, let me have release, my body is itching all over for an orgasm, please mommy."

Vivian smiled as she looked at her step-daughter writhing in the seat. "I do have something sweetie." Vivian dug out a vibrating sex toy. She reached over and rubbed Ariel's pussy lubing up the toy and inserting it inside of her. Her pussy engulfed it, but the toy rested right on her g-spot. She started the car and pulled away. Looking at her daughter expectantly.

"Mommy it's not doing anything. Please mommy."

"We have a long ride be patience."

"But mo-" an electrical pulse shocked right into her g-spot cutting off her sentence. "Ooohhh mmmy, it oh fuck, yes, oh right there." Ariel was humping the air, her legs shaking from the electrical pulse. Then as abruptly as it started it ended. Ariel was breathing heavy, but the toy built up her orgasm but didn't give her release.

Vivian smiled at her, "Did you enjoy that slut."

Ariel turned to her, panting hard, and nodded. "P-pl-please...more." She wanted to scratch the itch the toy had built in her, but she dare not touch herself without permission.

Vivian smiled, watching Ariel's body slide around as she begged for more. "Not just yet sweetie, we don't want to spoil you for the bar."

Ariel bit her lip, staring at Vivian. She started to calm herself, control her urges. She got her breath back and sat up straight. She smooth down her dress and turned toward Vivian "So mother tell me about th- -oh oh oooh god, mmm please yes, right, yes yes right there." the shock blasted through her relaxed body.

Vivian reached over and pulled out Ariel's tits. Squeezing and pinching them roughly.

Ariel looked into her eyes. "Please make me cum mommy." Ariel closed her eyes she hated her step-mom so much but right now she wished she would push her over the edge. Ariel squeezed her legs together, and started panting hard. Then it was gone...all the pleasure just stopped. No more stimuli to her g-spot, no more rough attack on her tits. Her eyes sprung open, staring at her step-mom. Cursing her mentally, why couldn't she just let her cum.

Vivian turned the car into a parking lot filled with motorcycles, tricked out cars, and fantasy foreign cars. She frequented this bar many times but never found the male guest to measure up. She smiled thinking of how Ariel would handle it. She reached over sliding her hand under her dress, and inserting 2 fingers. Her thumb rubbed Ariel's clit hard while the 2 fingers searched for the toy.

Ariel was being tortured, up down, up down, her arousal was like a coaster. Now her step-mom was building it up before taking her into this bar. Ariel bit her lip trying to control her urges, staring out the window at the flashing neon signs, a black spade with a Red Q, hotwife's welcome, and a white girl eating a long burnt black sausage. She heard the pop of the toy exiting her vagina, and hoped it wouldn't be empty for long.

Vivian stopped rubbing, pulled up Ariel's dress and smiled at her. "You ready slut?"

Ariel just nodded, her loins on fire. She slid out of the car, her panties on full display underneath the streetlight doubling as a spotlight. She stepped out to catcalls and whistles. She felt her step mom grab her hand and begin moving toward the door.

Vivian watched all the eyes follow her step-daughter. She was disappointed she got very few looks. Even at 39 she was still beautiful. She never had kids, so she never gained weight or as she saw it ruined her abs. Her ass was tight, and her breast barely sagged. Her blonde hair curly unlike her step-daughters but about the same length. She had some wrinkles, but closer to laugh lines. Her lips still full and green eyes still piercing. She walked in her modest heals, happy the parking lot was paved. Her dress was more conservative, covering all the goods, but tight enough for people to know they were there. She had other ways of advertising, her dangling "QoS" earrings, and her drooping "BBC Lust" necklace that sat on her 38D tits.

Ariel entered the bar first. In the center was a dance floor raised about 4 feet above the floor. The built in bar surrounded the entire dance floor except the steps on each side allow people to sit and watch. Most of these seats were occupied by white men. Ariel questioned why they would be there since all the women were hanging all over the black men. Vivian lead Ariel to the corner bar to order drinks.

"Hello boi, can I get a "cock driver" for myself, and a "Slutty Temple" for my daughter.

The bartender a young white boy no older than 21 took their orders. Ariel looked quizzically at him, he seemed so familiar. But she couldn't figure out from where.

Vivian smiled looking at the young man. She knew he had been broken by his ex-girlfriend, watching her take black man after black man. Now he gives his own body to the black man. Wearing only a Jack of Spades speedo he served their drinks.

Ariel couldn't help herself, she knew him she just couldn't place him. "Excuse me sir, where do I know you from?"

Vivian laughed as The bartender Blushed. "Honey you remember Josh, he used to go to our church every Sunday, was engaged to marry Bree?" She smiled at Josh, "Looks like he chose a different path in life."

Vivian walked away tugging Ariel after her. "First of all we don't call the white help sir, they are only known as boi. 2nd You might like Bree she can't get enough black men either."

Ariel looked back at Josh wondering what happened to Bree, she was such a good girl, to get sucked into this lifestyle never seemed like her thing. She was pulled out of her thought by a hard smack on the ass. She whimpered at the smack, and looked back at a 5'10 black man a little chubby, but with a layer of muscle staring and smiling at her. "Oh h-hello sir."

"Well damn baby girl, haven't seen you around here before. Looks like you're real eager too." His eyes wandered up and down her body, taking in all the sights as he licked his lips. He strutted forward stopping inches in front of her. His hand reached out grabbing her hips, and pulling her into his body. "Why don't you and me grind our bodies on the dance floor.

Ariel looked up into his hard eyes. They looked so strong and confident. She looked over his body, his white Shirt unbuttoned leaving his hairy dark chest on display. His black dress pants silky and tight. She reached up running her hands through his chest hair. "Mmm I think I'd love to dance with you, as long as its okay with my mom?"

The black man looked to Vivian and laughed. "This old white slut?" Spanking and grabbing Vivian's ass, "She ain't got no say round here. Soon she'll be on her knees begging to get fucked as she sucks a few cocks. Ain't that right sweetheart?"

Ariel looked to Vivian, and watched her nod. She was intimidated by this strong man, and it made Ariel so horny to see her step-mom show weakness. "Well that settles it, guess I'm your next dance partner." She held out her hand as the black man took it and lead her to the dance floor. His other hand reaching behind her and grabbing and squeezing her ass.

Vivian watched her step-daughter climb the steps the man's hands all over her ass, lifting her dress exposing her bare ass to the bar. Vivian wished he would have taken her instead. The way he groped her ass made her pussy start to moisten. She looked around hoping one of them would choose her, but unfortunately there were too many young white girls who were eager to be fucked.

Ariel didn't feel quite comfortable in the stripper shoes, but the black man didn't really need her to dance only grind. Her bare ass was pulled into his pelvic region as she moved her ass up and down, not exactly twerking, but she could feel it was getting the job done. His right hand had moved up to her tit pulling it out. She felt embarrassed as other patrons stared at her exposure, some ignoring their own girls. She couldn't help noticing the white men around the dance floor watching her too. They looked so creepy watching her like a hawk, she felt scared of them. Luckily she felt safe in this black man's arms almost like he was protecting her from them.

Ariel pushed her ass hard into him as she felt his left hand slide over her soaked pussy. She ground her ass into him then pushed into his hand. She wanted release, as it had been building up since this morning. She wanted him to take her here and now, she didn't care how the others looked at her. The white men would enjoy the show for sure, some were already rubbing themselves. She leaned her head back to his chest, "Fuck me!"

The black man slapped her pussy, eliciting a moan. "You are such a good young white girl, you love being a black cock slut huh baby?" He started roughly rubbing her pussy.

Ariel was starting to lose control. She leaned her whole body into him as she spread her legs wider. She gyrated her hips pumping hard into his hand.

Finally the man couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her off the dance floor and into the bathroom.

The stalls were full. Ariel could see white knees on the floor, black legs standing behind white ones thrusting forward, and white ones straddling black ones. Ariel couldn't believe the debauchery, how could so many white women in the area be easily used by black men. She was pushed up against the sink facing the mirror. She smiled at the man standing behind her, feeling his hand slide in her panties. "Oh god yes sir give me your black cock."

The black man was eager, he wanted this young cunt stretching around his cock. He pulled her panties down, and shoved 3 fingers in her wet hole. As the young slut humped his fingers he unzipped his pants pulling out his black cock. He pushed Ariel forward, bending her slightly at the waist. Her tight ass pushed back and he shoved his cock in the eager pussy. Burying it full inside her. "That's a good girl take my fucking cock."

Ariel felt him shoved it in, and start thrusting in and out of her. Ariel didn't understand why he didn't shove it all the way in, why was he teasing her, why wouldn't he want to abuse her cervix like the other men. "Fuck, please sir give it all to me, fuck me hard, batter my cervix."

The black man thrusted hard and harder, trying to get deeper and deeper, but it was of no use he had no more to give. He couldn't reach any further, nor open her up anymore. His cock barely touched her sides as it was now. He yanked on her hair, turning her head for a kiss. "Fuck you little slut, your pussy is so loose."

Ariel whimpered, started rotating her hips, hoping to feel more of him, but he just couldn't scratch her deep itches. "Please sir, please give me more. I need to cum, I need to feel you deep inside of me."

The black man was getting angry, he couldn't please this white slut like he wanted to, the other men were looking on, openly commenting on how he wasn't man enough. He pushed hard on her back, slamming her torso onto the skin. He started ramming her, as he spanked her ass. "Ugh, what the fuck slut, moan for me."

But Ariel didn't care all he was doing was making her hornier, he couldn't put out her fire. She just took his thrust, no noise escaping her, she just hoped he would finish soon.

The black man in his anger stopped controlling himself, he thrust harder, yanked on her hair rougher, and slapped her ass with stinging pain. It wasn't long before he tensed up and plowed his cum inside of her. He held his cock inside her until it emptied. He then turned Ariel around and pushed her to her knees.