Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 3

Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 3 (3/3)
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"Would you like that sweetmeat? Would you like modeling a few of your new sexy outfits for my bros. Would you like to put on a really hot show for dem and maybe even give dem a sample of what others will be paying for." Telling Joseph I'd like that very much I walked to Jamal and Marcus and together with kissing each I fondled them through their pants. My boldness surprised me almost as much as it did them as after breaking each kiss I breathlessly whispered into each of their ears in turn that I was looking forward to that evening. Then turning I headed for the bedroom and my clothes.

On the way to the mall I almost wrecked the car twice because Joseph together with fingering my naked snatch taunted me about his friends fucking me that evening. By the time we reached the mall I was so hot that if he would've said he wanted to fuck me right there in broad daylight before God and everybody I would have done so without the slightest of hesitation. But instead he slipped his arm about my thin waist, then smiling broadly guided me into the mall.

As we walked through the mall I was apprehensive, maybe even a little bit frightened that one of my neighbors or someone from work would see us. But as we went from store to store, and as I tried on and even modeled several outfits for him my apprehension faded then altogether vanished.

Until we had walked into Dillards nothing that I had previously modeled in any of the other stores had been to Joseph's liking. In Dillards though he found what he'd been looking for and it wasn't long before we were at the cashiers. As he paid for the clothes I'd modeled for him from the young miss and petite section I noticed that a few of the skirts he'd fussed over and that I had liked immensely were being picked over by teenagers. The thought that when he presented me to others that I would be wearing skirts that a teenager would wear excited me tremendously and I breathed huskily into his ear thank you Master.

Looking at me questionably I inclined my head in the direction of the young girls picking over some of the same skirts by way of explanation. Looking in the direction I had indicated he laughed so you want to be a naughty little school girl huh. When I eagerly nodded affirmatively and muttered please Master he laughingly said If thats what my little slut wants then why the hell not.

Rummaging through the bags he pulled a pleated green and black checked mini skirt from one and a white cotton blouse from another. Then together with pulling a pair of white socks from the counter display and he snickered to the sales lady my bitch is going to play dress up. Then playfully smacking me on the ass he laughed best get some shoes to go with that outfit cunt

As I hurried toward the changing room I paused for a moment at the shoe section and picked out a pair of black and white loafers very much like what I had worn when I'd attended Catholic school. Less then ten minutes later along with my hair up in a ponytail I was standing beside my Master in my new outfit feeling for all the world like the teenager which I strongly suspected I looked like. The nasty look from the cashier, the envious looks from the teenagers at the clothes rack all let me know that what I had hoped to achieve had been accomplished.

The possessiveness of his arm about me, the intimacy of his hand on my ass as we strolled through the mall blanked from my mind what people might be thinking. That we had presented an odd couple before, what with me wearing my business clothes and him replete with baggy jeans and looking for all the world like a teenage gang banger, there was no doubt. But now with me dressed like a teenager we looked more like any one of dozens of other young couples strolling through the mall, albeit of different races.

That the envious looks of others were directed more at Joseph then at me there was little doubt. Still though I did draw my share, especially when while fondling my ass he either inadvertently or otherwise hiked my short skirt up allowing a fleeting glimpse of my bare buttocks. That he did so mostly when other blacks were near and once when a group of white jocks were walking behind us making snide remarks about niggers and white girls sent ripples through me and I clung even tighter to him.

As we were about to pass by the Frederick's of Hollywood store Joseph steered me inside. I didn't understand why he was doing so as they were noted mostly for their lingerie and Joseph had made it abundantly clear the night before that as his bitch I wouldn't be wearing a bra or panties anymore. As he had so colorfully put it while fucking me for the third time, he, or for that matter any other nigger he gave me to, didn't want to waste time taking off or even pulling aside my panties when it came time to fucking me. He wanted me open and ready to service him and any other nigger if they but smiled at me

Silently but with a questionably look I followed him as he walked among the racks. Every so often he would suddenly stop and after thumbing through various sizes and colors pull an item. What he wound up purchasing after I'd eagerly modeled them for him were two Sheer Lace-Trim Babydolls, one in pink the other in white, as well as an Open Mesh Chemise. His purchase of three Marlene Lace Garter belts along with several pair of Scallop Lace Top Stockings though I put off modeling for him until we could get back to the privacy of my hotel room as I did not want to be arrested for causing a riot.

Even before we were out of Fredrick's Joseph was digging through my purchase and as we walked by a trash receptacle he throw the skimpy G-string panties away that had come with both of the Babydolls and the Chemise. Then at his insistence we stopped at a shoe store. But before we entered he instructed me to not only flirt with the clerk who waited on me but to show him what he was fucking.

Then to my surprise he pushed my forward saying he was taking my packages out to the car and that he'd be back in a few minutes. Joseph's few minutes though turned into a half hour then forty five minutes as I sit there with skirt almost to my waist flirting with and showing my pussy to not one but four different clerks.

When Joseph finally appeared I was a nervous highly aroused wreck and he didn't help matters any when after sitting down beside me he tugged at my short skirt exclaiming loud enough for the closest customers to hear damn cunt I leaves you alone for a minute and what you do. At first I was confused and a little frightened because even though I had done as he'd asked he seemed to be mad at me for obeying him.

As he continued to rant that my pussy was his and that I ought not to be showing his property to the likes of that fat fucking nigger sitting on the floor at my feet like a beached whale I blushed profusely. "Shit bitch, I bets you done even let dem honky mother fucker's standing over dar get a peek at your snatch too." Whether or not he knew or suspected that his words were exciting me I wasn't sure but never the less I tried to defuse his seeming anger by begging his forgiveness.

For a moment he seemed to calm down as he looked at the two pair of Ankle Collar Patent Pumps as well as the two pair of Strappy Sandals, all of which had five and a quarter inch stiletto heels. Then the moment passed and he snickered ain't no fucking way I be buying them fucking shoes after you been showing that pussy slut. Sides you ain't old enough to be wearing shit like that. Then pulling me to my feet he growled lets go you stupid cunt. Our departure though was halted when the rotund negro still sitting on the floor between my legs and looking up my dress coughed and said that ain't no way to treat such a sexy little thing nigger.

Then pulling himself to his feet he told Joseph he didn't know what such a fine looking white girl saw in him but it wasn't his generosity that was for sure. As they exchanged angry stares I clung to my Masters arm meekly telling him to forget about the shoes, that I didn't really like them anyway. I was honestly and truly afraid as the rotund negro standing several inches taller then and outweighing my Master by better then a hundred pounds starred icily at him. But then the tension broke somewhat as he laughed that since the young buck didn't want to spend the three hundred and twenty dollars on his pretty little white girl who wanted to dress grown up he was sure he could come up with a solution.

A silent scream echoed through my head. I knew that my Master had enough money to pay for the shoes I had picked out. I also knew that I hadn't done anything wrong so I couldn't understand why he was being so confrontational. What I couldn't understand most of all though was why my Master was even considering such a proposition from the fat beast. Yet at the same time I felt a dampness between my naked thighs at the realization that the slovenly negro wanted to fuck me. My heart beat crazily not only with but with excitement and arousal as the fat negro taking my Masters silence for acceptance motioned all three of the white clerks over.

Stepping out of ear shot they conversed for several minutes though every now and again one or more of them would glance back at me smiling broadly. Despite my apprehension about what I was certain was going to happen I couldn't help but shiver with excitement and anticipation. Then their conference broke up and the clerks hurried over to other customers while the rotund negro ambled toward us.

As he approached he hissed lets not play games anymore shall we you arrogant young buck. Its evident to me and everyone here that this little girl is putting out for you and all she's asking for in exchange is a couple of pair of shoes. I don't know why she wants them and I don't really care. But I figure the reason you putting up such a huff about buying them for her is probably cause you ain't sold your shit yet and ain't got the money.

I could hardly believe what was happening as he continued to talk as if I were a commodity to be bartered for. "Personally I think she deserves the shoes just for letting you put your arm around her you sorry piece of shit. Seeing as how she's letting you do more then that though nigger I tell you what I's going to do. I'm going to take the sweet little thing back to my office and work out a trade. That way you ain't out no money and the little girl gets her shoes. As for me, well I get to smile for awhile"

Then without waiting for my Masters response he grabbed my arm and started toward the back of the store. As I was hustled from the sales floor I looked back over my shoulder at a grinning Joseph. You could have knocked me over with a feather as before he turned his back and walked from the store he laughed you do what ever tubby wants you hear slut.

I was hurt and confused. My Master, the young negro who I had literally given my heart and soul to was giving me to another without the slightest of protest whereas he had earlier denied two very close friends the use of my body. Oh God what was I to do? Then as the door to the rotund negro's office opened and I was ushered inside my Masters voice came to me.

As clear and distinct as if he were standing beside me I heard his voice saying when I gives your honky ass to a brother bitch you best be obedient. Nigga get nuff static from black bitch's last him three lifetimes, he don't need no shit from a white piece of tail to add to his woes. You member dat sweetmeat den everything going to be fine.

Then I was startled back to the present as the rotund negro's gravely voice said God damn it white girl I said sit your ass on my lap. As I timidly sat across one thick thigh my legs tightly together and with hands on my lap he chuckled you a shy one ain't you girl. My only reply was a questioning faint sir before suddenly and without preamble he turned my face to his mashing his lips to mine.

For a fleeting moment I didn't return his kiss but then my Masters words about obedience again flashed across my mind and like the shy teenager I was portraying my lips slowly parted. A heartbeat later soft purring moans issued from my throat and in complete abandonment of the shy teenager I had pretended to be I threw my arms about his shoulders passionately returning his kiss.

For untold minutes we sat kissing and then his hand wormed between my legs and began making its way upward. My legs which had parted only slightly at the touch of his hand on my thigh fall open completely as his hand slid beneath my short pleated skirt and his fingers tickled my cunt lips. As his fingers teased me I squirmed in his lap lightly bouncing up and down and against his finger while moaning ever louder into his mouth before he broke the kiss.

"Hot damn white girl that young buck of yours teach you to kiss like that or do you just come by it natural." For some reason I can't explain I fell back into the role of a shy teenager. Meekly I told him that my boyfriend Joseph wasn't the one who'd taught me to kiss, that it had been my daddy. With that he snorted just how old are you anyway girly. "Seven — seven — seventeen sir. But I'll be eighteen next month. Oh please sir, please. Please don't call my daddy. He'll be furious if he found out I was with Joseph. Daddy doesn't like him. He says the boy is a bad influence on me. But ohhhhh I do need him so sir."

For several minutes the rotund negro looked at me questioningly and I began to panic. What if he did want to call my fictional daddy? What phone number could I possible give him? Then to my relief instead of reaching for his phone he hugged me to his massive chest laughing softly. "Your a naughty little girl aren't you. You should be ashamed of yourself for sneaking around behind your daddy's back. Specially after all your daddy's taught you. He teach you anything else sides kissing little girl?"

Through it all his finger had continued to rhythmically saw into me. I know that wherever this game was going it had better end soon because I was a screaming mass of nerves. Putting my head against his chest I looked up into his eyes mumbling my daddy taught me lots of stuff. But I ain't never done what he taught me with no one but him an my boyfriend.

His jovial laughter startled me and as I drew back he wheezed girlie I surely is glad you is sneaking round with that young buck otherwise you wouldn't be sitting on my lap. Your daddy's right though you know. That young nigger ain't nothing but trouble and as for needing him sweetmeat that's bullshit. You don't need him, all you need is hard black cock, and with your looks any nigger would have to be crazy not to crawl between them legs of yours if given the chance.

I should have caught his slip of the tongue when he used my Masters pet name for me but I didn't. Maybe it was because I was so aroused by his words and the fact that finally a negro other then my Master was going to fuck me. Or maybe it was because I was so into acting the part of an innocent upper middle class white teenager being taken advantage of by her black boyfriend that I simply ignored it. Whatever my reason was though the rotund negro's booming laugh as I meekly asked if he was going to shove his big black dick into my white pussy and fuck me like my daddy and boyfriend did was as music to my ears.

"White girl I's going to do more then that. Not only is I going to pound your young white snatch with my big nigger dick I's also going to get me some brown sugar too." Then together with indicating I should slip from his lap and to my knees he jovially exclaimed first though I wants you to wrap them pretty lips of yours bout my black cock. Obediently and without hesitation I slipped from his lap and a moment later after fumbling with his zipper my lips and tongue were lavishing attention to his engorged dark cock.

As I slavishly sucked and swirled my tongue about and over his cock his words of how obedient I was, of how sweet my mouth felt on his black cock sent my mind and heart to racing. With my small hands on his thick thighs and with head bobbing ever faster up and down the six plus inch's of his cock I was vaguely aware that he'd picked up the phone. But because of my efforts to please him I paid scant attention to what he said.

My heart was thumping maddeningly and lurid pictures flashed on the backs of my closed eyelids as I concentrated on pleasuring him, and in a small way myself. Minutes later together with his dark cock jerking in my hungrily sucking mouth like an unmanned fire hose the first of four spurts of his cum filled my mouth and I drank greedily of his offering.

Just as the last spurt of his cum filled my mouth and as my throat muscles worked feverishly to swallow I felt hands beneath my armpits. Without resistance I let the unseen hands lift me from my kneeling position between the fat negro's legs. For a second I became disoriented but then I found my self leaning over the rotund negro's desk. Obediently as the excited voice commanded me to do I placed my hands upon the desk then stepped back two paces while spreading my leg widely apart.

For a moment, for an eternity my unseen tormentor teased me both with word as well as with fingers while I, quivering with excitement and lust, starred into the eyes of the smiling obese negro I had just pleasured with my mouth. Behind me the taunting words that my nigger loving teenage ass wasn't just going to pleasure the boss caused the fine hairs on the back of my neck to rise. Then together with hands slipping beneath my short pleated skirt and pushing it up about my waist a cock pressed against my sexually charged cunt lips.

As the cock slipped between my moistened lips and into the tight clinging channel of my vagina only to withdraw partially then once more push forward and deeper a whimpering plea to be fucked hissed from my throat. Before me, behind me the snickering voices of the two men telling me how I was going to service them and all the other sales clerks sent my mind over the edge. Like a bitch dog in heat I pushed back at the cock deeply and powerfully fucking me screaming, pleading with him to fuck my slutty teenage white trash whore body.

But even as small continuous orgasms rippled through me building toward a crescendo the one behind me together with a final powerfully lunge groaned hurtfully and flooded my insides with his thick hot spunk. Despite my muscles tightening about his cock in an attempt to keep him in me and perhaps bring about my own climax he pulled from me snickering God what a cock crazy slut. But my disappointment at not having climaxed was short lived as hardly had he withdrawn and even as my oxygen depleted lungs had filled another cock slipped easily into the bubbling seething cauldron between my legs.

After that things became a blur as cock's, sometimes multiply but more often then not singularly in a seemingly never ending procession used every orifice of my petite white body. Several hours later as the mall was about to close, but even then not until the obese negro manager along with the seven clerks that'd been scheduled to work that day had satiated their lust and depravity on me was I finally allowed to stagger from the office.

Of the eight cock's that had repeatedly and at times animalisticly used me though only one had been memorable. A young white clerk by the name of Jeremiah had been comparable both in size as well as in ability to my Master, but regretfully, or maybe not, he lacked the domineering nature of the one I had given my soul to.

After cleaning up the best I could in the managers washroom I emerged from the back and there to greet me just as I knew he would be was my Master. I had learned early on, though I couldn't recall exactly when, that my Master had prearranged the shoe store gang fuck. So yes I'd had no doubt that he would be waiting for me. As I slipped into the chair beside him I noticed that not only were the four pair of shoes I had originally chosen stacked neatly at his feet but so too were two pair of five inch Stilettos, one black and the other in blue denim.

Like a child at Christmas I threw my arms about my Master thanking him profusely for all the shoes. As I tried on the two new pair, the store manager whose name was Lionel told my Master how obedient I had been and how much everyone had enjoyed fucking me. My Master for his part snickered that since everyone had been pleased with his little slut he just might bring me back sometime in the near future. Then pulling me to my feet and with his hand squeezing my ass cheek we walked from the store and out through the mall.

As Master drove us back to the hotel I snuggled against him. With teasing slowness I unzipped him after running my fingernails up and down his inner thigh for untold minutes. Then pulling his beautiful dark hardness from his pants and together with my hot breath on his cock I began to slowly squeeze and stroke him. As his cock began to jerk and throb indicating he was about to ejaculate instead of taking him into my mouth and finishing him off as I knew he expected me to do I instead squeezed him tightly stifling his ejaculation.

Then with eyes twinkling and with my Masters assurance that yes indeed Jamal and Marcus and perhaps two or three others were eagerly awaiting my return I leaned over his lap relaxing my grip as I did so. As his wonderful black cock slipped between my lips then deeply and fully into my mouth his pleasurable sigh was like music to my ears. As I slavishly labored to bring him off so that I might once more taste his hot thick cum he chuckled I was one insatiable black cock hungry slut.

I couldn't be certain because of the blood pounding in my ears as well as my Masters ragged breathing but as his buttocks jerked from the seat and my taste buds were inundated by his thick globular cum I thought I heard him mutter that tomorrow he just might invite a dozen, hell two dozen of the hotel staff up to my room to enjoy the pleasures of my black cock loving white trash body.

Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 3 (3/3)
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