Editor's Note: this story contains raceplay/ racial content.
This one is kind of dark. As with a lot of my other stories, it pushes the boundary of believable. It is FICTION. I write what my warped mind comes up with. This has elements of lesbian, interracial (Duh, just look at the title), Group sex, Anal, BDSM, and sex under the influence of drugs. Of course, there is non-consent and reluctance in it as well. I self-edit. I am not getting an editor. Don't bother commenting on that, as I don't care. Read someone else's stories if that bothers you.
All sexual encounters include only those people over the age of 18.
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Well, here I am at another party. There are about thirty other people here. It's a fairly swanky cocktail party. The men are all dressed in expensive fashionable suits, and the women are all in high end gowns and cocktail dresses. Hors-duoverse are placed on side tables with servers roaming around with trays passing them out. Similarly, there are other servers with trays of drinks. The servers are dressed in black slacks, white button-down shirts, and black dress shoes. A string quartet plays soft music in the corner. It's the same as hundreds of other cocktail parties I have been to, with a couple of slight differences.
What slight differences you ask? Well, nothing of any real significance. While I am not the only woman here, almost half of the people here are women, I am the only Caucasian. I'm not just talking about being the only Caucasian woman either. I am the only Caucasian period. Everyone else is black. Another minor difference is that while the rest of the women are in fancy gowns and cocktail dresses, I am completely naked. Well, I do have on a pair of 6-inch stiletto heels. I also am wearing a leather collar locked around my neck, which is attached to the leash I am being led around with. I also have ropes that are binding my arms securely behind my back. At least I'm not wearing a butt plug now. That actually just means that my asshole is available. I have piercings in my nipples, rings with sapphire gems dangling. They sway when I walk and add stimulation to my sensitive nipples. Similarly, I have a ring pierced in my clitoral hood, and a small steel ball dangling from it that bounces on my clit. Not only do they add decoration, but they keep me stimulated for smooth access at all times. Other than being naked, my hair is styled, and my makeup is impeccable. Looking at me from the neck up, I would be right at home in any country club cocktail party.
Two other differences are that I am displaying my new tattoo and brand. Yes, brand, as in red hot branding iron being pressed into the flesh of my right ass cheek that marks me as the sole property of this club. The tattoo on my left ass cheek is of a spade -- as in the suit from a deck of cards -- with a 'Q' inside it. That marks me as being available for use by any person of African descent. I am a white slut for black men and women. I will no longer have any sexual involvement with anyone other than black people. It isn't really my choice anymore, but I am resigned to my fate. It isn't all bad. I do get some massive orgasms out of it. I am also well taken care of -- when I'm not being used as the slut I've become. I rarely even look back on the life I used to have anymore. The images of my former husband, son, and daughter have faded significantly.
Just to clarify, my body no longer belongs to me. My body is the sole possession of the club. All members and guests are free to do with me as they will. Based upon how they have been groping me so far, it's gonna be a long night. Thankfully, I was fed earlier. This time, I will not be joining in on the dinner. Well, that's not entirely accurate. I will be there, I will be consuming things, it will just not be the dinner that was prepared for the night. My participation will be under the table, consuming the cum from the men and women that I am orally pleasing as they eat the steak, lobster, shrimp scampi, and everything else exquisitely prepared by the chefs. If I do a good job, some of them might feed me a morsel with their hand under the table. After dinner is over, the real party will start. That's when I really start being used. My ass, mouth, and cunt will be filled over and over. The women will usually just want my tongue licking their pussies and asses. Some may don a strap-on and take my cunt or ass, but it's generally just the men who fuck those two holes.
So, how did I end up here? It was surprisingly easy; I trusted the wrong person. I really had no idea what a conniving bitch she was, or that she had her sights set on my husband. I was just in her way, and she decided that she had to completely destroy me in order for her to gain access to what she wanted.
I had it all. I had everything that a mid-thirties woman could ask for. My husband was a stockbroker, and a very good one. We had wealth, a showcase home, luxury cars, and a country club membership. We also had two children. Our son was 17-years old, and our daughter was 15. I was a stay-at-home mom. I also spent quite a bit of time at the club hanging out with the other wives. As you may imagine, the wives could get a bit catty. I would like to say that we were all friends, and some truly were, but most of us were what are known as frenemies. Friends face to face, but much less friendly behind your back.
Dianna was new to the country club. She had joined two months ago, right after moving into town. She was recently divorced from her first husband. She didn't go into specifics, but it was apparent that there had been some infidelity. She indicated that it was him, but never really stated that. Her divorce left her fairly well off, but not nearly in my league. In this environment, wealth is power. Me, being the wealthiest woman here, I was at the pinnacle of the pecking order among the wives. I was the Queen of this country club. I really didn't consider myself a bitch, but I wasn't above flaunting my power when I thought that I needed to.
My husband Tom had gone out of town for a weeklong conference. My kids are fairly self-reliant now. That gives me lots of time to do other things. I really enjoy my charity work through the country club. I'm on several committees, and chair several of them. One of the charities I was working with was a dog and cat rescue. It was late on Monday morning. Tom had caught his flight earlier, and the kids were already in school. I was just pulling up to Dianna's house to work on advertising for the event we were going to have later in the month to raise money for the animal rescue. I had no idea what was about to happen.
"Hi, Terri. Come on in and sit down. I'll get you a cup of coffee, then show you the signs I made up to post at the club." Dianna said as she greeted me at her door.
I thanked her for her hospitality and made my way into the livingroom. I was sitting on the couch as she handed me a cup of coffee and started to fire up her laptop. We discussed the event and went over the advertisements that she made. After about half an hour, I started to feel a bit weird. I had finished the coffee, but I noticed that I felt tired and lightheaded. On top of that, I was unexpectedly becoming aroused. That was really odd. There wasn't any stimulation around for that. It sure wasn't Dianna, as I had never even had a hint at being attracted to other women. In fact, I had always been a bit put off by seeing women kiss in movies and TV shows. I obviously never got into any lesbian porn.
I was having trouble concentrating on what Dianna was saying. My mind was getting foggy. I began squirming on the couch. I looked up and saw a smirk come over Dianna's face. Seeing that, I glanced to the table to see my empty coffee cup. It suddenly made sense.
"Figured it out, did you?" Dianna grinned. "Yes, I spiked your coffee."
