Chapter 6

It was peaceful and quiet in the bedroom and Lori looked at the four items Ken had given her. A skirt, tank top, bra and pair of boots were the extent of what she was ordered to wear. Ken told her he wanted a Hotties' waitress on Sunday and all his buddies would be served by a luscious piece of ass. Every time the vile man said evil and disgusting things, Lori would always find a way to forgive him. She chose to ignore the insinuation of his demands and considered the waitress aspect of his request.

Ken contemplated leaving out the bra or the tank top but decided each added to the sexy facade. He loved the name 'Hotties' across the chest and the pushup bra didn't leave much to the imagination. 'No matter, ' he thought, 'I'll have all her clothes off before too long, so what did it matter how much she wore?' He was determined once and for all to show his beer-drinking buddies that his boasting and bragging was not complete bullshit.

He got his vision from watching the vivacious waitresses at Hotties. The franchise was the local area's version of National bars like Hooters and Coyotes. They modified their waitresses' attire to reflect the owner's preferences and the outfits expertly displayed a woman's attributes to hungry men. Ken and his buddies frequented the seedy place on a weekly basis and it did not take Ken long to get to know one or two of the sexy waitresses. This made it quite easy for him to borrow one of the women's uniforms that would fit Lori.

A waitress outfit ensured there was lots of cleavage shown and also gave the customers plenty of opportunities to see frilly, lacy panties. The Fredericks' catalog was the source of all the girl's undies and Hotties did not skimp when purchasing outfits for their workers. The owner realized early on that men loved being served by sexy women who flashed lots of tits and ass.

Sadly, Lori would quickly find out that the omission by her hated neighbor of the panties would severely hamper her movements. She remembered his words when he told her what to wear. "I want your beautiful ass and that gorgeous bald pussy on display to all my friends," he had informed her.

Lori held the short skirt up against her body and saw it was not going to reach far below her crotch. The outfit Ken had gotten was a seductive black and most definitely would look attractive against her tanned-colored complexion. Having a slight Hispanic appearance, Lori's jet-black hair looked great with black clothing.

Standing naked in front of a full-length mirror, Lori saw her reflection and a quick thought shot through her head. 'Would Ken like to see me now?' she wondered and scolded herself for being so daring. She noticed that the hickies sucked onto her body by the Patterson's had faded and that made her somewhat happy.

Quickly, she donned the items of clothing supplied and again looked at her image in the mirror. Her mouth hung open and she stared at a picture of a wanton whore. She looked like an insidious hooker who was going out on the street corner looking for a trick. "You dirty bastard, you fucking bastard, I hate you," Lori whispered to the one man in her life who could make her do anything.

The scanty, pushup bra was like a stiff platform on the lower half of her breasts and pushed upward creating a spillover effect. It was almost a sinful display that would surely create wicked images in any man's head. The upper portion of the cups was made of sheer lace, which barely covered her areoles and Lori was sure she could see through the revealing material.

The tank top was cut so low that more cleavage was visible than she would ever consider displaying. She tried pulling up on the tank top's swooping material but it did little good. As soon as she let go of the material, it fell below the lace of the bra cups exposing her immense, eye-catching cleavage. To her utter dismay, Lori's breasts were to be put on exhibit.

Glancing lower, Lori could see the flared skirt made her look like she was 18 again. Her flat, bare midriff was left exposed and looked seductive to surely arise the desires of any man. Luckily the bottom of the skirt did seem to hide her private treasures but the high-top black, cowboy boots did make her legs look a lot longer than they really were. The details made her feel good as she considered her shapely legs one of her defining features.

Lori innocently performed a little twirl as if she were moving around with a tray of drinks and her heart almost stopped. There would be no mistaken impression that she was not dressed like all Hotties' waitresses, she quickly realized. 'Gawd, how will I ever move around and not show myself?' she wondered and looked again at the obvious sinful display when she bent over. A shiver of fear shot through her body knowing that Ken's buddies would certainly be aware of her being naked underneath the skirt.

With great uncertainty, Lori headed downstairs to the living room to say goodbye to Andy. It was time for the dreaded rendezvous and her tummy was twisting and churning with great nervousness of what lay ahead. She vowed to stay optimistic and kept thinking of anything positive. She dreamed the men would merely be content with her serving drinks and doing typical maid service during the party. Maybe giving her a gentle pat on the behind every so often, but nothing more, she hoped. Lori wished for the best and shoved the allusion to the back of her mind about being naïve and far too optimistic.

Ken loved the fact he controlled the couple. Years of fantasizing about Lori, watching her in the neighborhood built a determination in him to possess the sexy woman. In Ken's mind, it was like Lori flaunted herself and appeared to think she was so much better than he was. "Well," he decided weeks ago, "I'll show the bitch who is superior!"

His instructions for the Sunday gathering had been downright devious and dirty but they made him chuckle. Knowing the husband's penchant for voyeurism, he wanted the husband to hear and know everything that went on yet not actually join in. Also, Ken didn't want his buddies to be concerned over some distressed husband ruining their good time. That was the reason he instructed Andy to come over to his place once the party started to watch everything from the quiet comfort of his living room. He explained that a camera would be set up that would show everything that happened so Andy would not miss a thing.

Andy expected his wife's appearance and his eyes opened wide in amazement at the sight of how sexy she looked. The large letters across her chest were a bold advertisement for the drinking establishment that made Lori look absolutely ravishing. Andy admired his wife and suddenly wondered is he was not sending her off to the wars. He got a sudden urge to show her love and affection and reached out to give his sexy wife a comforting hug.

His hand went to the small of Lori's back and he pulled her into his body as the couple embraced for a few seconds. Innocently and like he did on so many occasions, his hand dipped down to swoop under the hem of her skirt. Andy loved feeling Lori's butt and for some strange reason, he had visions of her sweet ass covered with frilly panties.

He almost swallowed his tongue. It took a few seconds to recover from the shock of feeling his wife's bare ass. "Darling. Darling I know we agreed with Ken but... I guess I didn't realize what was actually involved," he said implying he was dumbfounded. He looked at the beautiful woman of his life and saw she struggled for a response.

The reality of what he'd known along suddenly came to fore. Certainly his wife would be gang fucked. That thrilled him, yet... the awful truth was, she was now Ken's sex slave to do with as he wished. Andy felt his life going downhill in a hurry, but did not know how to combat the strong, demanding man. Everything seemed to be closing in on him. He felt strong desire and passion deep inside but wasn't sure if the price of sacrificing his lovely wife wasn't too high. True, it filled him with intense lust to watch another man have sex with Lori, he thought. But he did have reservations with the thought Ken held control over their future.

Finally, Lori was able to speak. "Andy, you know I wouldn't do this if he didn't make me do it. He gave me the outfit to wear and demanded I wear only the things he provided. And... oh, gawd Andy, I am sure he is going to let his buddies have me," she blurted out before she even had a chance to think about what she was saying to her husband. Yes, she finally realized that Ken was much stronger than she was and she was willingly going to his place to do whatever he wished. It suddenly hit her. Once she volunteered to obey his instructions, there would be no stopping the man. He would own her soul!

Lori was severely upset that she told her husband what was on her mind and she looked at his troubled face. "I am so sorry, but you know he is making me go over there," she said hoping he would forgive her. "You agreed with it when he told you," she added in self-defense.

It was time for the action to begin and the blunt facts hit the couple. Both took a few seconds to fully comprehend what was about to happen to the woman of the relationship. They hugged and with a departing kiss, Lori left for the rendezvous. Andy was reluctant to let her go alone but he rationalized that he would be allowed over once the party got under way and would see that she wasn't harmed.

Grabbing her coat on the way out the door, Lori arrived at Ken's house at precisely the prescribed time. She tapped lightly on the front door not wanting to ring the doorbell and make a loud announcement to the world that she was there, available for the taking. When the door opened, Lori's heart beat much faster. In a desperate bid to deny the reality, she hoped that she was hallucinating and it was merely a bad dream.

"Come in my dear. I'm dying to see the look on the guys' faces when they see how beautiful you are," Ken said with a pretentious smile that feigned a pleasant smile. The smile made her shudder. Under ordinary circumstances, compliments made Lori feel good and boosted her confidence but not when they came from her controlling neighbor.

Lori looked at Ken's rugged features and gave a tiny shiver realizing he was kind of handsome in a manly sort of way. He was dressed in a casual manner with loose blue jeans and a short sleeve shirt, which was open almost all down the front. His arms were very muscular and the bulging biceps caught her eye as he flexed them on purpose. She caught the glimpse of his powerfully built, hairy chest and again quivered realizing he was so strong and dominant. His skin sort of glistened almost like it had been oiled for effect and Lori could see that even his chest hair shone.

Suddenly Ken pushed her against the front door so her back was pressed hard into the wood. In a swift move, he kissed her hard on the lips as his hand ripped open her coat below the waist. Bold and brave from his hold over Lori, his hand slipped into the opening of the coat and under Lori's skirt. First he had to ensure she followed his directions and second he had the urge to feel her pussy. He was forceful and rough as his hand pressed between her thighs as Lori tried to prevent his invasion. Ken's big hand closed over her precious opening, pressing his middle finger along the puffy slit in a most threatening manner.

Ken broke the kiss and looked her directly in the eyes. "I love how you get wet whenever you are with me," he whispered in a taunting fashion. Full of confidence, he slowly pressed his finger into the wetness, watching her reaction as he opened the delicate hood covering her clitoris. Deliberately, he rolled the tender clit with his finger.

Lori realized the vile man was correct. She was wet and getting wetter by the second. Betrayed by her own body, an unwelcome shiver of desire shot down her spine right to her crotch. She prayed in vain that it was not for this man.

His voice suddenly shocked her back to reality. "Come. I'll introduce you to the guys," he said releasing his grip on her body. He took her by the elbow to guide her across the room. Ken led the way down the stairs to the lower level and at the bottom of the stairs, he turned and faced Lori. He held out his hand and whispered, "I'll take your coat. We don't want you to hide your sexy body from my friends, do we?"

She had worn the coat as a safety blanket. Ken had ruined it by ripping off the bottom buttons, but it still covered her body right down to her knees. Lori slowly undid the remaining couple of buttons until it hung loosely almost teasing the waiting men across the room. There was a hush but that soon changed to many loud gasps as Ken removed the coat from her slender shoulders. The men saw her beauty for the first time and it made every heart in the room quicken to a furious pace.

Like a true gentleman, Ken took Lori's coat and hung it up before escorting her into the center of the room. The men could not take their eyes off Lori's alluring body. All devoured each and every curve knowing of Ken's promise. One gave his buddy a quick jab in the ribs. "Fuck, he wasn't kidding, she's fucking gorgeous! Look at those knockers!" he whispered to his buddy.

"Gentlemen," began Ken. "This gorgeous creature is Lori. Lori will be our waitress for the afternoon. Anything you want, she will serve," he said glancing in Lori's direction to display his evil grin. "There is no better maid on the planet. Believe me when I tell you, she is the absolute best," Ken told his buddies who all stared at the scantly clad woman. "She has assured me that she will fill your every request."

Ken's friends all remembered his promise that each of them would have the chance to ravage his slut. They were utterly astonished at the fact he wasn't bullshitting them and Lori was for real! Every man was horny as hell and could hardly wait for things to happen.

"Lori loves cock. Don'cha baby?" Ken said with a grin causing Lori great embarrassment. Suddenly he grabbed her right hand tightly and spun her around as if to make a grand entrance. Lori was halfway around before she could react by using her free hand to hold the skirt in place. All she could do was pray that the men did not notice her flash of exposure, but notice they did.

One by one Ken introduced his friends and with each meeting, Lori felt their hungry eyes looking up her short skirt. 'Oh gawd, ' she thought, 'can I get through this without them all touching me, groping me like teenagers?' She was determined to overcome the huge odds but her confidence was eroding. The one thing she knew was that she had to remain fully upright and to remember not to bend over.

A large plasma television was against one wall and the sound was not turned up very loud. There was a football game on but none of the men were watching the screen. Ken had outlined his plan to all his buddies long before the servant joined the fray so they sat back and waited. Nothing, nothing he had reiterated, would start before he initiated it and there would be no fucking and screwing until half time.

Ken had bragged about Lori being his devoted slut and he was determined to demonstrate how much control he had over her. "Don't worry," he told them, "You will all get to fuck her... but in good time. We don't want to wear her out before the second game, do we?" he said and they all laughed.

"Now if someone happens to feel a bare ass or pussy, well... so be it. Just no screwing until the second half," he said when he laid out his plan. "And guys, I have heard all about blacks fucking white bitches and today, we will see it live, in living flesh, for ourselves," Ken said and again laughter had broken out. All except for Ronny, who was the one Ken mentioned. Ronny just grinned, excited knowing what was going to happen, while his buddies slapped his shoulders with glee.

"Time to go to work sweetheart, the bar is over there," Ken said and pointed to the portable bar set up on one side of the large recreation room. "The men need a drink, the game is on, a sexy waitress is serving, what else could a man want?" Ken said and grinned at his attempted humor. "I'll have a Bud," he said sitting back waiting to be served.

All watched the sexy woman in the revealing Hotties' outfit move gracefully through the room following Ken's demands. Lori brought Ken a Bud and before she could get away, he put his big, strong arm around her waist. He pulled her tight against his chest and looked up slightly into her eyes. "Guys, Lori loves it when someone plays with her pussy, isn't that right honey?" Ken said much to Lori's horror.

She twisted and tried to move away from his strong grip but that was impossible. A loud gasp of air escaped her throat when his vulgar finger again entered her wetness and swirled around like it was his personal possession. She let out a tiny sob when he slowly removed his finger and put it to his lips. With a deliberate show of intimidation, he sucked his finger and smiled with satisfaction that it was the sweetest taste.

After Ken had broken the barrier, it was open season on Lori's pussy and every time she brought a fresh drink, the man would feel her up. She didn't know what else to do but allow it. The skirt was so short it gave no protection and without panties, it took but a split second for any man to finger-fuck her. By the end of the first quarter, everyone had felt all of Lori's pussy and cherished the taste of her sweet juices.

Lori's tanned complexion was turned into a reddish tone from the embarrassment of being groped so eagerly by Ken's buddies. The fact that one of them was black gave her a strange, uncomfortable feeling but she tried to ignore the obvious difference. Lori had never dated or been with a man who wasn't white although her and Andy had talked about it numerous times.

Eventually Ken turned up the volume on the TV and the loud noise made it more of a party atmosphere. The men cheered the big hits and close plays of the game while passing Lori around like she was a trophy. She tried to stay at arms length but that did not work. Each time Lori served a drink or appetizer to one of Ken's buddies, the man took liberties of putting his hands under her skirt. The groping was bad enough but every time the perpetrator made a scene of licking his wet fingers, it shamed Lori to the utmost.

The second quarter started and Ken had more plans to humiliate his submissive slut. "You've heard of a man having a quick shot with his beer, well let's see how good a waitress you really are. Every time you bring a beer, offer a nipple to go with the beer. And you can start over here," Ken said and waited for his inch of fleshy liqueur.

Lori obediently brought Ken another beer and stood still in front of him. She knew what he wanted but was unable to comply so easily. Ken's hand shot out so fast she could not avoid it. He grabbed the bottom of the small tank top, which had the name 'Hotties' across the front in big, bold letters. With a swift, sure move, he removed it over her head and all she could do was blink in amazement. 'How can this be happening to me?' Lori wondered.

The men stared at the black, lacy bra noticing how big and attractive her titties looked with a pushup effect. Not an eye missed the revealing of Lori's left breast as Ken rolled the black lace off her mound. All the men yearned to be in Ken's chair as he brazenly exposed her lush tit. A whimper was heard when his mouth went to the tip and the room filled with a loud sucking noise when he devoured her nipple. To Lori's dismay, he sucked it deep into his hungry mouth before letting it slip out slowly. His teeth scraped over the tender flesh, tormenting her until the rose-colored bud popped out of his mouth.

The temporary relief when Ken set her nipple free was short-lived as orders for fresh drinks were given. Lori went to the bar and picked up the next order taking it to Ronny. She stood in front of the black man handing him the beer and waited like an obedient waitress. He was about to grab her tit when Ken suddenly spoke up.

"No! Ronny don't do it, let her offer you her nipple. I want my sweetheart to serve up her nipple to each guy. I want my pretty, loyal slut to bare her sweet titty to each and everyone of you," he said while holding her eyes in a deadly stare. This was it to Ken's fired-up ego; this was the moment of truth. All his bragging had come down to this. One last stand by a beautiful woman who Ken boasted to his buddies was his devoted slut.

There it was! Lori shook with utter astonishment at his brash demand. She turned her head from Ken's glare and looked at Ronny whose eyes were locked on her chest. How she moved was a complete mystery to her confused mind. Lori's fingers trembled but she managed to expose herself. In an instant Ronny sucked her precious bud into his starving mouth sending a shiver through her entire body.

Lori glanced down at the black, curly hair and for a fleeting instant, wondered about Andy. How many times had they talked about Lori having sex with a black man, she questioned. For the first time in her life a black man was caressing her boobs and Lori felt familiar spasms roll through her tummy.

In her mind, she was a slut, Ken's slut. Everything was a blur and it did not take long before her bra was cast aside. Much to the delight of five aroused men, Lori moved around the excited men with nothing on but the hopelessly short skirt and high boots. They all marveled at the gorgeous body of Ken's slut and took every opportunity to feel her titties, pussy and her bare ass.

Lori's prized treasures were passed around like cherished ornaments and by half time she was dreadfully flushed from embarrassment. She fretted about what Andy would think of his once faithful wife being a pawn for Ken and his buddies. Lori did not have to worry about her husband as Ken had ensured that he was one happy man.

Long before anyone arrived for the Sunday get-together, Ken had set up a movie camera with the video piped to his living room television. He put the camera on the stereo cabinet, which was beside the large plasma TV so that it panned the entire room. Although the picture was not a close-up and not of great quality, it did show the events quite explicitly leaving nothing to the imagination.

Ken had outlined the day to Lori and Andy when the couple left his place that fateful evening. He caught Andy at the door on the way out after Lori had departed and told the husband in very precise terms that he could come to his place after the party started. "I want your wimpy ass over here when we fuck your wife. Be there!"

"Have you ever watched your wife get fucked by a black man?" he had asked in his normal crude, brass tone. "It's goin' to happen, little buddy and you can watch it happen in my living room. Fuck, I can hardly wait to see Ronny get his black hands on Lori," he told Andy and dreamt of it happening. The details were so shocking to the point they filled Andy with intense desire to watch what happened. He did not mention them to Lori for fear of how she would react.

Andy sat in the room thoroughly amazed at what happened downstairs. He watched the black man suck his wife's big tits and saw how he ripped the bra from her chest, tossing it across the room. Andy was in a world of his own and his fantasies of many years were coming to fruition. He, like Lori, was thoroughly flushed and heated by halftime expecting even more things to happen.

There was a heightened atmosphere in the game room as everyone anticipated Ken's plans. Lori was completely exhausted from running around. Not only had she served drinks and snacks but also worked very hard to stay out and get out of the men's clutches. Ken's buddies were told they would all get to have intercourse with his slut and they eagerly waited for his go ahead.

The half time show was almost over when Ken revealed a few playing cards. He had an ace, deuce, three and four in his hand and shuffled them so that his friends did not know which card they would pick. They would each choose a card to determine the pecking order for sex. "Whoever draws the ace gets to fuck my slut first, the deuce gets sloppy seconds and so on," Ken said offering a card to each man.

"Hell, I can have her anytime, so I'll wait until the end. Lori loves it when I fuck her and you'll see what kind of slut she is," he said with a beaming smile. "In fact gentlemen, Lori and I have an appointment at Lu's when the games are done this evening," Ken said and it caused each man to hold their breath. They all knew that Lu's was a famous tattoo parlor in the city and wondered what Ken had in mind.

"And it's a good kick, all the way down to the goal line," the announcer stated and the second half was underway. Ken and his buddies cheered a punishing tackle, which put the ball on the seventeen-yard line, but their focus was really not on the game. Half time was over. All knew it was time. They were all tuned to Lori pleading for her dignity.

The only first down that occurred was by the lucky man who drew the ace as he quickly removed Lori's skirt and boots. All the pleading in the world would not prevent the man from scoring a touchdown and he set out to accomplish his goal. A couple of his friends aided in manhandling Lori to get her on her back and spread eagled on the carpeted floor. They all took a second to admire her beauty and sex appeal. Struggling to remain free, Lori looked absolutely ravishing.

Suddenly strong demanding fingers reached out and grabbed onto her enlarged nipples. Lori watched helplessly as the buds were turned into stone. When she noticed dark, black fingers on her left nipple, the contrast between her tanned, colored skin and black sent a strong shiver through her body. Lori had many dark, skinned friends but never had been intimate with any. Now she lay on the floor unable to get free of the damning caresses of a black man she hardly knew.

The black fingers pulled the nipple out from her chest, grotesquely stretching it to the limit. It took a few seconds before the pain traveled to her brain. When the wave hit her, she tried to grab the hands in front of her but someone quickly slapped her hands away. Lori was in a state of shock as she watched the dark face lower and pearly white teeth close over her vulnerable, throbbing nipple.

She expected the man to bite hard and cause her great pain but instead, he used his teeth and tongue in a teasing fashion. Lightly he nibbled on the bud and pulled it gently away from the rest of her titty. He used his tongue, ever so skillfully, to caress the very tip that was buried inside his mouth. Lori was so focused on the black man and what he was doing that she was only vaguely aware that someone had slipped between her legs.

The man who drew the lucky ace easily spread her legs wide, but Lori could not see over the black head on her chest. All she knew was that something was spreading her labia to the outer limits and that something was a strange man's cock. Suddenly someone entered her well-lubricated grotto, taking her breath away when the unseen man rammed his hips downward with a violent thrust. It took many seconds for her breathing to resume. In the meantime, the man pumped his big cock in and out like he was fucking a whore. There was no care or loving tenderness, only immense passion to fuck the sexy body of an entrapped woman.

All the bystanders cheered the action and yelled at their buddy to "fuck the bitch". Lori was pinned and Ronny and the man seemed to work in unison. For the time being, her tits and cunt belonged to Ken's buddies and Lori was destined to fulfill the drastic fantasies of five enraged men. The man in the saddle dug his strong fingers into the tender flesh of Lori's hips and pulled them off the floor to enable him to split her spirit into shreds. Both men were in an erotic paradise. After sitting through two quarters of football of tasting her pussy, it made them crazy with lust.

Lori was like a Barbie doll, easily manipulated by the men. It took measly seconds for the first load of cum to fill her heavenly chamber. The man plowed his hard cock in and out of Lori non-stop and with each thrust downward, hot lava erupted from the head of his cock. Lori cried out not knowing whether it was from the disgusting fact that a stranger was fucking her pussy, or that a black man was sucking and mauling her titties.

Suddenly Lori felt the man who had fucked her roll off her legs and away from her body. Horror filled her head when she realized the black man had shifted his big, lanky body so that he now had his hips between her splayed legs. She knew exactly what he planned and her fighting was a mere formality. Her struggles were so futile and hopeless it seemed to add to the man's desire to possess a white woman.

Ronny found it thoroughly arousing to feel her hands push and struggle against his muscular chest trying to hold him at a distance. Lori tried in vain to close her legs but that was impossible with over 200 lbs of man between her thighs. His desire heightened as Lori's hips twisted and rolled but not far enough to evade the head of his big, black cock.

A quick jab every few seconds threatened to invade Lori's internal chamber and she began to plead with Ronny to stop. He laughed out loud at her escape attempts and tantalized her by pressing the tip of his ramrod between the puffy labia. "Oh please, don't, oh don't do this to me, please," she moaned and he loved every word. The desperation in her voice became very evident as Lori realized that Ronny could overpower her at will and she was helpless to stop him.