Chapter 5: Sunday Business and Beyond

Sunday morning came and I found I had slept unmolested until nearly 10.00am. I showered and dried my hair and then walked confidently down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I was greeted with friendly kisses and smiles from my guys (as I now thought of them.) Then they ignored me while they prepared a Sunday brunch for all of us, which we ate while cheerful banter went on between them. Finally, my giant black lover, their boss, called things to order as if we were in a business meeting, which in one way it was going to become. Then, just talking to me, he told me what my future was going to be. This is what he told me:

“Firstly, you have done very well already and we are ahead of schedule with your slut training. So today you can relax, watch tv, read, whatever. Of course, the guys will use you whenever they want as they must go back to work tomorrow and will not get the chance to use you again until next weekend.

“Now, apart from the fact we enjoy fucking you, we have not spent all this time finding you, breaking you in, and training you for no reason. We want to make money out of you, but we want you to profit from it as well. We have set up a legal company, of which you will be the sole employee, on a monthly salary plus bonuses – you will have to pay tax, sorry! We have also got a new website for you called “TheSlut.com” and an email address for you as theslut@ ... In time there will also be a full range of suitable social media to promote you and our business.

“There is also a new WhatsApp group called THE SLUT GROUP, for us and some of our friends and for you. We will share your videos and photos with the Group and let our friends comment on them, give technical advice, and offer suggestions of what we can do with you in future. We have loads of video and photos of you by now and we are going to edit those into professional films that your customers can watch online or download, for a fee of course. Your clients can either take out a subscription or buy one-off films. Obviously the first films will cover your pub squirt, losing your virginity, your first ass fuck, the guys using you, your first fisting, the torture session, and your dogging performance. But we will need fresh material all the time, so your job as our employee is to keep doing what you are obviously so good at, being an exhibitionist slut. We will decide what you do, when and where.

“However, we know your university term starts in a week or so, and we want you to succeed in that too. So, from now on, Friday lunchtime till Monday lunchtime you are ours, during which the guys can all use you as and when they want. Monday afternoon till Friday morning is for your studies and whatever else you need or want to do. I will come and spend the night with you once a week when I need some of your loving care and attention – that will be personal time for us and not part of your paid duties. (That last comment set my heart racing – he wanted me for himself!)

“While you are with us, from the moment we pick you up till the time we drop you off, you will be naked. Wherever we are, whatever we are doing, no mind who is with us or watching, all clothes are prohibited. We will collect you from the supermarket carpark every Friday lunchtime, but before you get in the car you will remove all clothing, so maybe wear as little as possible. You can have your clothes back when you are out of the car on Monday lunchtime.

“During your own time, you can wear what you like, up to a point. All underwear is prohibited – no bras, no knickers, no tights, or stockings – and we will make spot checks to ensure you comply. In fact, when I take you home tomorrow you can give me all your underwear to take away. And I suggest that you wear skirts and dresses during the week – not jeans or leggings or anything that covers your legs - and they should always be above the knee.”

With that, he stopped and asked me if I understood all that he had told me. I nodded yes but was too dumbstruck by it all to speak. He then told me if I did not want to continue, I could say so now and, after my final day of being used by the guys, he would drop me off at home tomorrow and that would be the end. However, he could see that I was a natural slut and he knew I wanted to say yes. In which case, they had an employment contract ready for me to sign so I would be on the payroll within a few days.

I sat silently thinking about what he had told me. It was not the money that attracted me, although I knew it meant I was at best going to be a professional porn performer and, at worse, a common prostitute. What finally made my mind up for me, was the slut in me – I was intrigued by what would happen to further degrade and humiliate me – and the exhibitionist in me wanted to be seen on film and in the flesh by who knew how many people. I looked around the table at my guys, all of whom were smiling and looking at me expectantly. I looked at the boss, who just had a small smirk on his face, as if he knew what I was going to do. Drawing in one large breath, and in a very small, childlike voice, told them what they wanted to hear: “Yes, I want to do it.”

The one next to me simply slid the employment contract in front of me and another one gave me a pen and pointed to the place where I should sign. Without reading it, I took the pen and signed my name on the contract, and quite possibly signed my life away. There was a round of applause, congratulatory kisses, and glasses of chilled champagne rapidly produced. My new weekend boss and weekday lover came to me, lifted me up and with a kiss welcomed me to the business.

He told the guys they had done a great job setting everything up and helping me to discover my inner slut and they deserved to celebrate. “So, take her away and give her a celebration gangbang, lads – use every hole and fill the slut with your cum but make sure she also cums as often as you – she is your colleague now!”

And that is what they did, for the rest of that Sunday afternoon and evening, until the boss reclaimed me. He took me to the bedroom for his own brutal banging of my slutty cunt and ass, before saying “You have not had an enema today so we will do that now – you have had a lot up that shithole in the last few days so let’s go and wash you out.”

After that brutal fuck and humiliation of a less than gentle enema, he reverted to gentle lover for the rest of the night. Effectively my weekend was over, as by Monday morning the guys had all disappeared back to their businesses. Apart from another gentle love-making session and a final enema, my weekend of use and abuse was finished. He drove me straight home, very considerately giving me my tiny dress to put on before we got there so the neighbours would not see me naked. Although he did point out that they may well have seen me flaunting myself in the shops, as most of the town probably had by now, which made me blush for some strange reason.

We went in the house and, after removing my little dress again (I had had it on for just five minutes) he immediately told me to collect all my underwear, socks, tights, leggings and then added any jeans or trousers to the list, plus any shorts and swimwear. He loaded all of it into one of my empty suitcases. Before leaving, he bent me over the kitchen table and gave me one final fuck to last him until Wednesday night when he would see me again. With his semen leaking from my pussy, I followed him to the front door and let him out, my suitcase in his enormous hand. Not worrying about any neighbours seeing me standing naked at the door, he kissed me goodbye. I waved as his car pulled away.

And that is when it all struck me hard.

I had a lover the same age as my father who had taken my virginity as part of an elaborate plan to corrupt me, for both his sexual and financial benefit. In the space of two months, I had gone from school-girl teen to professional whore and potential porn star. In just two weeks I had gone from virgin to being used and abused by 11 adult men in increasingly sordid situations. And the worst of it was, however humiliated I felt, I loved it! I was enjoying being a sex slut, subservient to the needs and desires of these men. And whatever my Big Black God had done to me, I knew I was already falling in love with him.