Lori Finds Her Dream Job

Lori and Tyronne were inside the Mansion. As they entered the side room, a cute white girl with long red hair approached them. They were both given drinks, Tyronne a beer and Lori received laced cherry vodka. The molly hit Lori pretty fast, putting her into a definite party attitude.

The room was fairly ornate with wood work and chandeliers. At the far end was a large over-stuffed chair with a black man in nice slacks and a silk looking white shirt. He wasn't smoking a cigarette, it seemed more to be pot. They could smell pot. He had friends or minions around him. While this man might be 40, the minions were more young black young men and women. Probably 19-20-ish. They were watching a display show. A white woman was sitting on a table with her skirt up getting a tattoo. Tyronne and Lori found a spot where they could watch the display. Two black girls were holding the white girl with her pussy exposed. She was shaved and the tattoo artist was working just above her mound. Everyone kept re-assuring her to remain calm and enjoy the experience. Lori looked at the face of the woman. She seemed to be the same age as Lori. She had burgundy lips and the eye shadow and mascara were working overtime. They could not make out yet what the tat was.

'The' man gestured to Tyronne and Lori to approach him and they made room for them to stand right in front. He stared into Lori's eyes while his hand slipped under her mini skirt and found her pussy. His fingers began to massage her and probe her in a seductive way, if standing in a room with people allowed for seduction! He was so bold.

"You have a sweet pussy white girl." he looked her over. He slowly pulled her top to the side exposing a breast. "Oh that is prime girl. You are prime. Good job Tyronne." he continued. His wet fingers came up from her pussy to begin teasing a nipple. He rubbed the nipple in firm circles and tugged the nipple, then circled, then tugged. Lori bit her lip as the sensation was fabulous.

"Thank you sir." Tyronne answered. He whispered to Lori he would be just outside the door and if she cried out he would come to her immediately. Then he stepped out knowing he had paid off a big debt, but it was a deal with the devil.

'The' man continued manipulating her nipple. He had deep sorrowful eyes, he was masculine; he was in control and he might have been a boxer or fighter, she couldn't tell. Behind her the white girl had finished her tat. Lori turned her head to see while he switched to her other nipple. The girl was a proud owner of a spades tat above her pussy. She wouldn't touch it, it was throbbing and she didn't want anyone to touch it. Two black teen men who owned her laughed and helped her out of the room.

"So little one," he addressed her. "I can offer you three choices tonight. You can pick your trip. But I want your full consent." He had one hand working her nipple and the other was under her mini playing with her pussy again. Tugging at the pussy lips, then slipping a finger into her, and then massaging on her clit. Lori nodded as she listened, and felt so stimulated in front of strangers in this house. "You have a small clitoris," he went on. "We can inject a med to cause you to have a bigger clit and it will be more sexual at the same time," he explained.

Lori had never heard of such a thing before and definitely appeared confused.

"The second is we can give you a queen of spades tat like the last woman just got." he continued. "It will mark you as a white slut for black men," he was massaging her clit in a quick circle and she bent over slightly and moaned. She was just getting used to the sharpie tat that she still maintained. But a real tat was a scare to her.

"Are you a slut just for black men?" he asked, pushing a finger into her pussy. She was quiet and he could see her mind was churning.

"Last is we can help you sit on that bar stool over there. I want to tie you to the stool with your pussy on display. You will not be able to move and my soldiers will come by and touch that lovely pussy for a while to satisfy that white lust that has been building up all evening." He said this quietly, and it was almost comforting. "So, what is it white slut?" She wondered how many so called soldiers he had, it seemed to be 4 black men in the room.

"I pick the stool sir," she answered. She heard them drag the stool out. It was a bar stool with some modifications. It had an adjustable height. It had a firm back and two metal loops had been welded to the stool spike. There was some semblance of padding on the seat.

Two black girls assisted her. One lifted her skirt up over her hips. The other pulled her blouse wide exposing her titties. Then the two of them lifted her onto the padded seat. They had her scoot up so her pussy was forward of the seat edge and she leaned back a little. One brought her arms behind her and behind the seat back. Then Velcro bindings were applied. Her arms were behind her snug and it also caused her tits to stick out in a porno look. Velcro bindings went around her ankles which were each fastened to a metal loop below. The taller black girl showed Lori a bar with Velcro on the ends. Lori had no idea what it was for until she felt it lodged between her knees. Her legs were spread wide and the black girl enjoyed adjusting it to be even wider. Then fastened to her legs. The tall girl held up a good sized mirror so Lori could see how she was displayed. The other girl applied a lotion to her nipples. Slowly circling the nipples, the lotion felt good and Lori's nipples responded getting swollen and almost pointy. Then she applied a different lotion to her pussy lips and rubbed this in slowly as well. This soon radiated some heat to her and it felt very good around her clitoris. Lori bit her lip as this was more pleasure than she expected.

The taller girl put the mirror down and showed Lori a vibe in front of her face. Soon it was making circles around her clit and Lori wanted to move her hips but was constrained. The girl moved the vibe into her pussy and made circular motions. Then around the clit again. Then into the pussy deeper. When she removed the vibe it was very noticeable how wet the vibe was. The girl walked over and showed it to 'The' man, who took it and licked it slowly while Lori watched him. Then he got up and stood directly in front of her an inch or so away.

"You are a filthy white girl, aren't you Lori?" he smiled as he asked. She didn't answer so he slapped her face. "Tell me what you are Lori." She felt the pain radiate and it stunned her.

"I am a dirty white girl sir." she answered. Then another slap. This surprised her and she stuttered. "I am a filthy white girl who loves black cock!" she tried again.

'The' man had taken out his black cock and started rubbing it against her pussy, pressing in circles. Then without a word, he thrust his hips forward and the cock drove into her deep. Lori gasped from the impact and 'The' man smiled. He kept pounding her now. She saw his dark black cock entering her and it was fast and deep. He knew what he was doing. He got closer to her and started pounding as deep as he could. The two black girls steadied the bar stool so it would not tip over. Then without a word, a grunt, or sound, he erupted in her with his cum and filled her for several strokes. Lori was wanting more and wanting none of this at the same time. Mostly wanting more. He pulled out and the ooze of his cum was a wonder to her. The black girls stepped forward and wiped her clean. They were very good at it. Then the vibe was on her pussy again. Lori watched it and then looked up to see four black young men around her. These were the soldiers. 'The' man had left and given her over to them. They gave Lori a drink now for refreshment. This had a big dose of Ambien in it. This was a sure- fire sleeping drug and there was a 75% probability she would not remember what was going on either. She thought it was just getting her drunk and she gulped it down as they held it for her.

The number #1 man pulled out his cock and stroked it while he looked at her. He had the smallest black cock she had ever seen, pretty much the same size of Cal. He did not wait and pushed his cock into her. Once he was in deep, he took a black sharpie and wrote his name on her tit. Lori was looking down and it was hard to make out. What he lacked in size he made up for in speed and slamming. He was a blur fucking her and this brought her to the edge and over and she started moaning loudly as she came. "Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" Lori was moaning and everybody heard her. #1 did not last long and he was shooting his cum into her pretty quickly. With 3 or 4 more hits, he was done. As he pulled out, the black girls cleaned Lori up again. Lori thought certainly they were done. Her pussy throbbed and she twisted in her bindings. But no, #2 approached. She stared at him and saw his energy and focus on her. It fed her.

The number #2 man had his cock rock hard already watching the action. It was lighter color black, but of big size. Big enough she went 'wow' under her breath. #2 took his time. His cock was slapping her pussy but he was sucking on one of the tits. He played with her nipples some with his tongue, then sucked very hard!

"Gawddddddddddddddddddd that hurts!" Lori could not help shouting. #2 man smiled and took the sharpie and wrote his name on the other tit now.

Satisfied with his penmanship, he put his cock head to her pussy lips, spreading them slowly. Then he went in an inch and looked at her. He saw the sharpie tat over her pussy. "You want some deep fucking little white slut?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He held the sides of the bar stool and lunged into her.

"Gawddddddddddddddddd" Lori shouted again. Why do they love to fuck so deep? She watched the black cock disappear into her and she also felt her lust growing. The strange black youth knew how to fuck and he twisted right and left to fuck with different angles. Then it was just a motor. He held her hips and just got his motion going. Lori was up on an orgasm again and moaned as he kept fucking her deep and fast. "Yessssssssssssss I love black cock!" Lori was moaning horribly. After she came, he kept his motion and fucked her five more minutes. She could not believe how he lasted. Then he grunted a long animal grunt and shot his black cum up her pussy to join with the others. As #2 pulled out, the girls cleaned her up.

#3 man fucked Lori for ten minutes after adding his name near her pussy. He was silent and deadly, fucking her to another orgasm and then adding his copious black sperm to her collection. After she was cleaned off, #4 wasted no time lining her up for a good fucking as well. Lori was very drowsy now and was nodding off. She saw a blur and could not keep awake. She missed #4 cumming in her pussy as she dozed off. The girls cleaned her again. Then they began to release her from her various bindings. Tyronne had returned. When she was released, he picked her up. With a nod here and there to people he carried her out of the mansion to a car and took her home. She was out.

Tyronne wondered if they finally had gone too far on the way to her apartment. He knew after the last day of class he would be leaving to his athletic career at state college. He and the posse were older than the other students and would be breaking up. He needed to set Lori up for her own safety. He did not ordinarily care about what happened to women, but Lori had gotten into his head.

He got Lori into her apartment and put her on the bed. When Lori was undressed, he took some wipes he brought to rub off the sharpie names on her. He didn't have any practice dressing a woman, but he got her into pajamas. Then he took wet towels to wipe her face clean of makeup. He put two one-hundred dollar bills in her purse. He looked everything over and when he was satisfied, turned out the light and left. In about an hour Cal got home from work, fixed himself a late dinner, and went to bed as well. His thoughts were on this new employee who had been given. A cute black girl Leticia was part time on the drug overdose phone bank. Saturday, everyone slept in. Sunday everyone slept in.

Next week was test week. End of year preparation moved along. Lori applied for a summer school teaching position. They needed the money and Cal agreed totally. Each day the posse looked after Lori, ensuring other black students were not on the prowl. They got her to the office each day, turned and said farewell. For her part, she knew she had done this big sex favor for Tyronne, and there was this mansion, but the details were foggy and confusing. Every time she would try to recall details, she would remember some sexual flashes but no details. She remembered someone smoking pot, did she get some? Or was it a dream.

Then she got a nice text from Reggie asking her to dinner on Wed and so she looked forward to that. He wanted her to wear the new outfit so he could see it. She remembered how crazy sexy that outfit was. Well, why not. She was feeling better after the mansion and something about Reggie made her feel like a woman. And she was happy that all the students seemed to be preparing for testing without serious threats of any kind.

Lori needed to get ready for the Reggie dinner. Cal was just going out the door when she opened the package again and the one piece black faux plastic leotard. It had underwire push up for her tits. A year ago she would have tossed it but now it intrigued her. Sex intrigued her. Reggie intrigued her. The leotard had a small queen of spades above the hip. But the bottom, in the pubic area, had an oval opening for access. She slid it on. It felt tight and sexy as fuck. Her fresh shaved pussy looked hot. The second piece was a matching black faux skirt. There were some pleats and it was very short. She added the thigh high stockings and heels. She looked in the mirror and decided to work her makeup harder. Eye liner, eye shadow, false eye lashes, lips and all.

She wondered where Reggie would be taking them. She couldn't go just anywhere like this. She looked in a long mirror. Then she took some selfies.