Turned into a Slut for BBC PT9After my last performance for Jerome on Monday, I was eager to set up the next one. Partially because I enjoyed being a willing slut for him, and partially because he said he would have a friend that was going to be incorporated in our fun as well. However, on top of the desires and fantasies of what our next meeting would bring, I had news to tell him that I hoped would lead to an extended amount of fun for all. Tuesday morning as both my husband and daughter were getting ready for their days, I was reminded by both that the coming weekend they would be out of town. My husband had his annual guys golf weekend in his hometown, and my daughter’s cheer team was traveling with the boy’s basketball team as they battled for the state championship in the capital. I would have the entire house to myself, and a weekend available to serve Jerome.So needless to say that once my family left the house I had my phone in hand and was texting Jerome my news. I was so giddy with excitement of what could be potentially a wild weekend that I stripped off my clothes and put on my slut collar. Jerome didn’t respond right away which meant I had to keep myself busy so that I didn’t get carried away and play with myself all day. I cleaned up the house for the first part of the morning while naked and collared, but found myself constantly checking my phone to see if I had any new notifications. I was becoming over aroused, so when my cleaning brought me into my bedroom and I saw my car keys with the attached time bomb, I figured I had to do something. Remembering how naughty it felt to be out in public with it the night before, I decided I should push myself to get out with it again.I wasn’t quite sure what exactly I should do but I did know that I wanted to look sexy for whatever I decided. Thinking about what Jerome would like, I went into my daughter’s room to have a look in her closet. I was surprised to see that she had recently gotten some new clothes from what looked to be a recent shopping trip to Forever 21. I hadn’t realized she had done so but was happy to have some new options to browse from. It didn’t take me long to find the outfit I wanted, a light blue, distressed denim, mini skirt, and a yellow, crop top, Wonder Woman, t-shirt. The two items together would make me look like a little tramp, and I knew they would be just right especially if I paired them with my white tennis shoes and ankle socks. Of course, underwear would not be allowed.Taking the clothes with me back to my bedroom, I quickly got myself ready to go out by putting on a touch of makeup and styling my hair some. As I dressed, my phone chirped and I snatched it up in hopes of hearing from Jerome. Unfortunately, it was a message from my husband reminding me that my car needed to go in for an oil change. Initially, I was upset that it wasn’t Jerome, but my husband’s message gave me the answer as to what I could do while out. If I took my car into the mechanic’s, I would have to hand over my keys to them, which meant I would be handing over possession of the time bomb as well. Of course, I knew it was highly unlikely that the mechanic would discover what was on the thumb drive, but it was still a risk. The simple idea that he may be curious as to what the bright pink grenade on my key ring was, and look to see what was on it, made my pussy gush.Enthused with the plan, I got dressed, remembering to take off and stash my collar, and then headed to my car. Inside, I saw my daughter’s discarded dress from the night before and thought about running it back inside, but then naughtily decided to leave it on the passenger seat for the mechanic to see. A sly smile formed on my face as I started the car and drove away to begin my naughty adventure. As I drove to the auto shop, I figured that after I dropped the car off, I could do a bit of new clothing shopping for myself which would allow me the perfect opportunity to show myself off while also getting some more scandalous clothes of my own.At the mechanics, I certainly felt the eyes of all the greasy workers on me as I waited to turn over my keys to have them service my car. The feeling of having them all stare at me was only outmatched by the feeling of terror and arousal I felt when the mechanic took ahold of my keys. I could have imagined it, but I am fairly certain that he did a double take at my keys when he noticed the grenade. I practically had to shake myself out of my aroused stupor and back to reality as he walked away to get back to work. He had told me that it should be ready within an hour or two and that he would call when it was ready if I didn’t want to wait.As I walked across the street to the mall, I felt as though the entire world was watching me. At home, my daughter’s short skirt and crop top seemed fine enough, but in the real world, I felt practically naked. However, I hadn’t any other option at that moment so I just powered on and told myself that I was doing it for Jerome. With my self-encouragement, I entered the mall determined to find some sexy outfits fit for my naughty side and some potential lingerie for the weekend.While I shopped, the thought of my timebomb in the hands of the dirty mechanic was not far from my mind. On several occasions, I had to enter into a dressing room just to simply wipe up my wet pussy. I was amazed at the type of outfits I browsed and even purchased. Never before would I have even looked at the styles of clothes I bought, but with my new free and adventurous side guiding my decisions I was actually wondering just how daring I could get with my purchases. After stops in a few shops, I had acquired three new dresses, two tiny skirts with four pairing tops, and a number of different lingerie sets. None of the clothes where the type expected to be worn by a mother and wife in her forties, and that only made me more satisfied with them, as I knew that they were the type of things a slut would wear for her black master.My shopping spree came to an end when I got the phone call from the mechanic letting me know that my car was ready to pick up. With my bags in hand, I strutted myself out of the mall and back to the auto shop. I no longer worried about how I looked in my daughter’s clothes, and instead walked with the confidence of a woman that knew what she wanted; to be the best slut for her black master.At the mechanics, I waited for a moment in the office for the man to bring me my keys and then pay for the service. It was certainly a relief to have the pink grenade back in my possession, but I still couldn’t shake the thought of what would have happened had the mechanic uncovered my secret. With the oil change paid for, I took my bags to my car and headed for home, and upon arriving, I quickly headed for my bedroom to stash the new clothes, strip naked and put on my collar. I wanted to let myself be free for a bit more before my family got home, so I grabbed the black dildo Jerome had given to me into the living room, and rode it long and hard on the coffee table. I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm and then force myself to dismount the rubber cock so I could suck my juices from it. Once I settled down some, I would get back on and start the process all over again. That went on for about an hour until I was wild with arousal and completely exhausted. I didn’t let myself cum once as I felt it was Jerome’s privilege to control when, how, and where I did so. Covered in sweat, I retreated to my bathroom to shower and then get dressed normally as my husband and daughter would be getting home within the hour.The evening with my family was the typical eat dinner, talk a bit about their days, watch some television before retreating to our bedrooms. I was hoping to hear back from Jerome late that night, but I was sadly disappointed when he did not. Thankfully, because of my afternoon solo session, I was too exhausted to stay awake dwelling over it. In fact, I was so beat that I slept in and didn’t even realize my husband and daughter had left for the day. Feeling refreshed from a good night’s sleep, I peeled off my clothes upon the realization that I was alone and just laid in bed looking at my go-to interracial photos and videos. My phone suddenly chimed with a new message, pulling me away from the rabbit hole of naughtiness I was traveling down. I was ecstatic to see it was a reply from Jerome.Jerome: So my slut has the house to herself this weekend?Me: Yes, from Friday morning until Sunday afternoon.Jerome: And what exactly is the slut going to do during that time?Me: I want to serve you freely, and allow you to use me as your slut.Jerome: Oh really? So my slut wants to serve me? In private or public?Me: Both. Whatever you want. I am just your willing slut to command.Jerome: In that case slut, I think we can have a great time this weekend. I will be over Friday morning, but until then you are not to cum.Me: Yes sir.Jerome: Great, I’ll see you Friday then slut.With my weekend confirmed with Jerome, I went from desperate arousal to wild arousal instantly. The only problem was I would have to wait. It was only Wednesday morning, so it would be 48 hours until I could get as wild as Jerome wanted me to get. Those hours I knew would drag by, and that they did. I tried to keep myself busy by going out grocery shopping, but of course, I was in such a mood that I did so not wearing panties or a bra, and in one of my daughter’s sundresses. My attempt at distraction was, however, a fail. I was just too lost in my fantasies to adequately function in any normal manner. I am not even sure what it was that I purchased, but I am sure it wasn’t everything I had written out on my list.Later that day when my husband and daughter got home, they both began almost immediately preparing for their respective trips. Their buzz of energy, however, did keep them from noticing me lost in thought of the many ways Jerome could potentially use me while they were away. We decided to order out for dinner, partially because they were busy packing, and partially because I wasn’t really present enough to make dinner. The rest of the evening was a bore, and I went to bed that night dreaming of my weekend of freedom.The next morning, after my family left for the day, I showered and decided to spend the day at home naked except for my collar. I wanted to work myself up, so I did all I could to look at erotic interracial images and videos online, reviewed my daring time bomb material, and perused the online database of the erotic images Jerome had posted of me. All the while I rubbed and touched myself to just the edge of orgasm before forcing myself to back off. I must have done that at least a dozen times, and all over my house. By the time my husband and daughter got home, my pussy was basically a fountain, and if I hadn’t put on clothes I probably would have left a wet trail wherever I went. It probably should be mentioned that I chose to dress in clothes far more provocative than I had ever worn with my family around. I wore a pair of very small pajama shorts with no panties and a loose fitting tank top. Again my the members of my family were to busy to really notice, but I did get some extra attention from the delivery boy when I paid for dinner.Because of the way I was dressed I half expected my husband to try a play at having sex under the pretense that he was going out of town, but it was not to be as he crashed pretty hard after dinner. He said he had to work hard to get everything done at his job so he was able to take the next day off to travel. I was fine with that, as I feared even a quick sexual romp with my husband might have been enough to send me into a climax which would have been against Jerome’s order.My daughter also went güvenilir bahis to bed early, as she said the bus that was taking the players and cheerleaders was leaving the school a 5:30 am, and so she needed to get up early as to not miss it. My husband offered to drop her off on his way out of town, and she happily agreed. So I was left to get back to my earlier antics of stripping naked and playing with myself some more once both retired to bed. I even pushed myself to be bolder by going outside while naked and touching myself on the front walkway. Once I opened that can of worms though, I found myself continuing to up the ante.I started to walk away from my house still naked and stood out in the middle of the street. With a buzz of excitement, I bent at the waist and reached my hands back to spread open my ass to an imaginary car coming my way. That led to me slipping two of my fingers into my ass, and moaning aloud as I told myself what a naughty slut I was. Not wanting to actually get caught, I did eventually get out of the street and headed back to my house. As I walked up the path to my door, I sucked on my fingers that had just been inside my asshole sparking me to act naughtier so I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way to my house. My naughty behavior didn’t stop there though, because as I re-entered my house, I headed straight to my daughter’s bathroom.Inside, I opened her hamper and search for every pair of her dirty panties I could find. There were quite a lot, as I had been pretty distracted and hadn’t done her laundry for a while. I sorted out the underwear into two piles, thongs and everything else. The thong pile was considerably larger, but that is what I was expecting and hoped for. The other panties went back into the hamper, and I took the thongs back into the living room with me. I had ten thongs in all, and it was my plan to stuff each one inside of me. Pulling out the two athletic style thongs, I quickly pushed them into my mouth. They were both a bit damp, as I figured they were worn during her cheer practices.Fueled by the naughtiness of having my daughter’s moist panties in my mouth and the overwhelming arousal I had built up through the day, I began taking the remaining thongs one by one and inserting them into my drenched cunt. At first, because of how dainty the pieces were, there wasn’t much struggle to get them inside and I soon had four pairs stuffed inside of me. It was with the fifth one that I began to feel resistance, and I just barely managed to get the sixth one in. Not wanting to leave two out, I realized I could try pushing them into my ass, and not much after thinking it was I actually doing it. I panted as I pushed the final thing into my ass, and felt astonished that I had inserted ten of my daughter’s thongs into myself. Two in my mouth, six in my pussy, and two in my ass; I was a filthy slut of a mother.Feeling as though I might get in trouble, or worse, cum, I decided to end my fun and go to bed once I removed each pair of panties from inside of me and returned them to the hamper. Even though the fabric of the thongs did an adequate job of soaking up my juices, I still went to bed that night with a slick slit. I dared myself to sleep naked, and needless to say, I dreamt the entire night once again of serving Jerome for the weekend. My antics at night led me to sleep hard though, and I was startled awake when my husband kissed my forehead the next morning to let me know he was leaving. I wished him a safe and fun trip as he left, and then waited until I heard the garage door shut indicating he and my daughter were getting into the car. I waited a few more moments before getting myself up and out of bed. Knowing that in just a few hours Jerome would be over, I had plenty of nervous energy.In the shower, I shaved my body smooth, then I moisturized after, and did my hair to look my best for Jerome’s arrival. I did not, however, get dresses as I figured he would either inform me what he wanted me to wear for his arrival or would enjoy seeing me naked and available for him when he showed up. One thing I did make sure to do though was to eat a good breakfast as I wasn’t certain how much time I would get to eat over the weekend and thought it a good idea to at least start the day off with some sustenance in my body.Jerome never told me an exact time he would be over, rather just said he would see me in the morning. So I was left to wait until I either heard from him or he showed up. This, of course, meant I began to get antsy waiting and led to me working myself to a few more edges. At around 8:30 Jerome texted me, and I was happy to hear from him as I was trembling with desire to serve.Jerome: On my way, be dressed in something sexy. Also, attach your time bomb to the pull on your purse.Me: Yes sir, I can’t wait.With my reply sent off to him, I raced to my bedroom to dress. It was the perfect opportunity to wear the new clothes I bought earlier in the week. From my closet, I pulled out one of the tiny skirts, a black flared skirt, and a racer back white top. Choosing as I knew Jerome would want, I went without a bra or panties and paired the look with a modest black spike heel. Looking myself over in the mirror, I was impressed with just how sexy I looked but was a bit nervous about the length of the skirt and lack of bra under the white top. My nipples were already erect and pushing against the tight fabric, and doing a twirl my skirt easily lifted up to expose my naked sex and ass, but I knew Jerome would love it and that was all that matter to me at the moment.Retrieving my keys, I slipped the hot pink grenade off the ring, and onto my purse zipper pull before stashing the keys inside. A short while after I got ready, Jerome knocked at my door, and I eagerly rushed to open it and greet him. He immediately, without saying a word, pulled me in for a forceful and passionate kiss; I melted. It only lasted a moment, however, before he pulled away and spoke.”Good morning my slut. You are looking very sexy.””Thank you and good morning sir,” I replied. My heart still fluttering from the kiss, I took a moment to look at him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a casual white t-shirt, and a pair of tan boots.”Grab your purse and your phone, we are gonna get some coffee and then run a few errands,” he ordered in return.I nodded my understanding and acceptance of his command before moving to grab the items requested and returning to him at the door. We walked to his car, with his arm secured around my shoulders pulling me into his muscular frame. It felt wonderful to be in his presence and in his embrace, but like the kiss, it was short lived because as we reached his car he let me go and ordered as he had in the past for me to kiss the hood. I did so without delay so that I could join him inside. Once my door was shut, Jerome pulled away and I waited for what was to next.”Here, I want you to apply this to your wrist,” he said handing me what looked like a small piece of paper. “It will mark you as mine for the weekend.””Okay,” was my reply as I examined the item. When I flipped it over, I realized it was a type of temporary tattoo, however, the design for it was quite risque. It was a barcode, but with the words “BLACK OWNED” written above it, and a queen of spades logo over the left-hand corner. My heart fluttered at the idea of having such a proclamation on my wrist, and I was actually eager to get it put on. I read the directions, and as if reading my mind, Jerome handed me a damp cloth he had stashed on his door panel. Within minutes, I had the tattoo applied and was amazed at how real it looked. Showing Jerome, he smiled his approval and said, “Great, I have more if that one starts to wear away.” Moments later we arrived at a coffee shop that was situated within a larger strip mall. I got out of the car and met Jerome at the back after he parked. He pulled me in close and spoke to me.”When we get inside, I will find us a place to sit, and you will get us two lattes.””Yes sir,” was my simple reply, and as we entered the shop we did just that. Jerome gave me a tiny swat on my ass before leaving to find a place for us to enjoy our coffee, and I got in line to order. There were a few people in front of me and as I waited for my turn I could sense the attention I was gathering in my very revealing outfit. If possible, my nipples got even harder and strained to bust through the fabric of my top. By the time I got up to the counter, I could feel the slickness of my sex coating my thighs and hoped that it wasn’t apparent to anyone else.I ordered the coffee, and when I went to pay I realized the subtle naughtiness of Jerome. Because he had me put my time bomb on my purse zipper, I had to handle it as I opened my purse thus conjuring up the recollection of what was on it. Also, as I handed my debit card to the barista, I used my hand that had the temporary tattoo on my inside wrist and could tell that the twenty-something girl who took my order was trying to figure out what it said. If her reaction told me anything, she was able to read it and seemed to have become quite flustered upon doing so. Again, my pussy gushed.After a short wait, the lattes where ready and I took them over to where Jerome was sitting. He had chosen a small table with two chairs near the back corner of the coffee shop. There were others sitting nearby but were mostly absorbed in their laptops. I set down the two drinks atop the table and then took my seat in the empty chair.”Thank you slut,” he said loud enough that I could hear him, but most likely not loud enough for anyone else to hear.I replied in a similar manner, “you’re are welcome Sir. I think the barista read the tattoo on my wrist; she seemed flustered as I paid.””Did it turn you on knowing she saw you are black-owned,” he asked.”Yes, it really did sir. I am practically dripping.”He smiled and took a drink from his drink before asking me, “Are you enjoying being out in public as my slut?””Yes. It feels exhilarating to step outside of my normal everyday day life.””Are you nervous that someone you know will see you,” he asked.”Not really. I don’t have many people I am that personable with other than my husband and you sir. I know people, but none that I would be worried about seeing me with you.””Interesting,” he said as he took another sip of his latte, “I am gonna ask you some more personal question now, and you are to answer them honestly.”I nodded my head that I understood, and then took a drink from my coffee as I waited to hear what he was going to ask me.”I know that I am the first black guy you have ever been with, but how many guys, including your husband, have you been with?”I replied, “Three, including my husband, I have been with three men.””That’s it,” he questioned, “only three men for a naughty slut like yourself?””Yes. Before my husband, I had two short-term boyfriends that lasted maybe a few months, but neither were really anything to write home about,” I explained.”Well then,” he continued his questioning, “is it safe to assume that you have only sucked three cocks as well?”I shook my head as I took another drink, “Only two. I didn’t give my first boyfriend head.”Jerome seemed amazed at the revelation, as he took a moment before saying, “we will certainly see if we can get those numbers up. When is the last time you have had sex with husband?””Oh gosh, I’m not sure. He usually so tired from work, and I am quite frankly to busy thinking about you, that I don’t think we have had sex in about a month,” I answered.Smiling, he said, “Poor hubby, his sexy slut wife is to busy serving her black owner to get any of her slutty pussy. What’s the sluttiest thing you have ever done for him, türkçe bahis or with him?”I had to think about it for a moment, but I soon remembered a moment during a vacation and relayed the moment to Jerome.”Once, while on a vacation about ten years back, I got a little tipsy and let my husband have sex with me on our room’s balcony that overlooked the pool. I was completely naked but it was late at night so I don’t think anyone saw us.””Haha,” he laughed, “You have done far more slutty things for me in just the short time we have known each other. I seem to have unlocked your inner freak.””Yes, you have,” I replied smiling and blushing.”Well let’s get out of here, I want to stop into a few stores here and we can take our coffees to-go,” Jerome announced as he stood and held out his hand.I reached up and took his hand as I stood, and we walked out and towards the other stores in the lot. As we exited the coffee shop, Jerome again pulled me in, but this time his arm was around my waist with his hand resting on my ass over the skirt. He gave me a little squeeze, and I felt my heart beat faster and my slit moisten. The first store we stopped into was a party supply store, and Jerome led us towards the costume section.”I want to find a nice mask for you. That way when I film and take pictures of you, you don’t have to wear the hood anymore and more of your pretty face can be seen,” he informed me as we browsed. I was a bit unsure about having more of my face visible but trusted in Jerome to have my best interests in mind. Reaching the end of one aisle, Jerome grabbed a back opera style eye mask of a hook.”This should work. Try it on and let me see how you look slut,” he ordered.Taking the plastic mask from him, I pulled it onto my head and into position over my face. Unlike the hood I wore, this mask only covered the areas around my eyes and left my mouth, nose, and head visible.”Yeah, that looks perfect. Pose for a picture now.”Doing as I was told, I struck a pose for Jerome right in the aisle way and he snapped a picture using his phone. He then showed me the image after I took off the mask, and I was happy to see that it did an adequate job of concealing my identity while also making me look mysteriously sexy.”Go ahead and pay for the mask slut, and I’ll upload this photo to the gallery with the others. Meet me outside when you are done.”We walked together until the end of the aisle, and then I continued to the register while he walked to the door. Just as it played out in the coffee shop when I paid, I was reminded of my time bomb, and the clerk took notice of my tattoo. It felt so naughty to be showing off my slutty side so freely, and I was desperate to have Jerome use me soon. Not just fuck me, but truly use me as his slut.I caught back up with him outside and he grabbed me around the waist again as we walked to the next store. As we did, the hand on my ass began to squeeze me a bit more firmly, and then I felt him begin to bunch up the material of my skirt. Little by little, it crept up until his hand freely palmed my naked cheek. I was shocked at how brazenly he was feeling me up in public, but I didn’t try to stop him. The groping only lasted a brief moment before he let go of the skirt and my ass was once again covered. I wasn’t sure if anyone saw, but the thrill and idea that someone may have kept me riled up.The next store he led us into was a small grocery store, and Jerome informed me that he wanted to pick up a few items to eat. He grabbed us a basket and we shopped the store while I paid close attention to the items he picked out. In the produce section, he grabbed a bunch of bananas, a carton of strawberries, and a bag of g****s. Then he got a carton of milk from the dairy section along with a can of whipped cream. When we strolled through the frozen department, he picked up a bag of frozen blueberries. We stayed in the frozen section for a moment as Jerome browsed, and the cold air accentuated my hardened nipples, and it must have gotten his attention because he grabbed me and kissed me as he had at my house. With his free hand, he reached under my skirt and once again grabbed my ass, this time lingering for a bit and inching a finger towards my hole. I moaned into his mouth as he tapped the tip of his finger against the tight entrance before breaking off the kiss and removing his hand.Following our moment of passion, we walked towards the beer coolers. Jerome instructed me to grab one of the thirty packs of light beer from a case. With the beer in my possession, he handed me the now filled shopping basket and as he had at the previous store, informed I was to pay and then meet him outside. Even though it was a struggle for me to carry both the case of beer and the basket of groceries, I made no protest and made my way to the checkout line.Just as I had at the coffee shop, as I waited in line to check out, I could feel eyes on me, and the items I was purchasing probably only added to the assumptions about my nature. Reaching the front of the line, I was once again reminded of my sluttiness when pulling open my purse to retrieve my wallet, and again drew the quizzical eye of the cashier upon sight of the tattoo. I just smiled and thanked the older man before grabbing the bags and the case of beer on my way out of the store. To my surprise, Jerome had retrieved his car and pulled it in front of the store to wait for me. As I approached, he rolled the passenger side window down and told me to put everything in the truck. He also reminded me that I was to show his car respect before entering.I felt an elevated sense of naughtiness when I leaned over to kiss his car’s hood after putting the bags and beer in the truck. Primarily the feeling came because I was doing so right out in public, and just outside of a relatively busy store. However, I did as required, and then quickly entered the car so we could be on our way. Before we even left the parking lot, Jerome reached over and grasped my chest, kneading my breast through my top. His hand then dropped to my lap and pulled up my skirt to grope my flooded cunt. He pulled his hand away after a moment and lifted it covered in my juices to my mouth. I dutifully began to lick arousal off of his fingers and hand, hoping soon that I would get to do the same to his massive member. I would apparently have to wait, as he was satisfied with my cleaning of his hand and pulled it back to the steering wheel. A few moments later we arrived back at my house. Reaching into the back seat, Jerome grabbed a duffle bag I had not been aware of and the gave me some instructions.”Bring the stuff we got into the house. Leave the grocery items on the counter, but put the beer in the fridge. Wait for me in the kitchen naked except for your heels and the new mask.”He then left me in the car as he headed inside my house. I was curious as what he had planned, and what was in the bag, but I knew whatever it was I was going to enjoy it. I also knew that he most likely planned on filming me or taking pictures to post, as he made sure to instruct me to wear to mask. It took a bit of maneuvering, but I managed to get the bags and beer into the house in one trip, I was eager after all and was quickly naked as requested. I wasn’t quite sure where Jerome had gone once he got inside, but as I waited for him, I hoped he wouldn’t be too long. He eventually came into the kitchen and I wasn’t surprised to see he was holding up a video camera when he did.”Hello again slut, how are you doing,” he asked and I understood he was recording and setting a scene. I followed along and responded, “Hello sir, I am doing great, but am eager to serve you.””And serve you will slut, but before that, why don’t you tell everyone where we are today?”Still going with the role, I replied, “We are in my kitchen sir.””That’s right, which is the perfect place to make a delicious smoothie,” he said as I watched him pan the camera to the counter that held the groceries from earlier. He then panned back to me and instructed me to get out my blender. Not questioning him, I turned away from the camera and bent at the waist to retrieve the blender which just happened to be stashed in the lower cabinet behind me. Once I pulled out the appliance, I turned and stood back up at which Jerome indicated I was to set it down on the counter next to the, what I now knew to be smoothie ingredients. I was still a bit in the dark about what was going to happen, but I kept playing along as I knew that whatever Jerome had planned, it certainly would be exciting and slutty.”Good job slut, now go ahead and start making your self a nice and tasty smoothie.”Figuring I would actually enjoy a good smoothie, I did as I was told without question. I peeled a banana and dropped it into the blender, along with a handful of strawberries and blueberries. I then poured in some milk to help liquify the mixture of fruits. Giving Jerome a quick glance as I put the lid on, he returned my glance with a silent nod, and I began to blend everything together. It was long before it was a smooth and frothy drink, and as I stopped the blender he told me to get out a glass. Walking as sexily as I could for the camera, I took the few steps to the other side of the kitchen and grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet. Bringing the glass back to the counter, I went to begin pouring the smoothie into it but Jerome stopped me.”Hold on slut, not just yet. You’ll get to drink it, but you have one more step to complete. Have you ever heard of an ‘ass smoothie’?”I legitimately had not, and my reaction conveyed both my obliviousness and intrigue about such a thing.”No, I have not heard of an ‘ass smoothie’.””Well after today you will have a thorough understanding of what one is. Simply stated it is a smoothie that comes out of your ass. Now since you did such a good job of mixing up the smoothie, we can now get to the fun part, pouring it into your ass. That is where this will come into play,” he held up what I recognized as a speculum. “I’ll do the job of pouring it inside of you, all you have to do is get into proper position. Prop yourself up against the cabinets so that your ass is pointing straight up; almost as if you were going to try and eat yourself out. Think you can manage that slut?'”Yes sir,” I said with a great deal of enthusiasm and while dropping down to my knees to prepare to do so. It took me a little doing, but I managed to get into the proper position, and I looked up through my legs as Jerome took the time to pan the camera over my body and onto my now upturned ass. He then poured some oil onto my ass that he must have grabbed off the counter, and began to press the speculum into my ass. With the device firmly in place, he started to expand which in effect spread open my tight hole. The stretching felt a bit painful at first, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. When he was satisfied that I was adequately opened, he stopped and grabbed the pitcher off of the blender.”Here it comes slut, I’m going to pour into to your opened asshole and you just relax and let it fill you up. I’ll take it slow as to not spill any, so try not to move or you won’t get your full serving.”I then felt the cold liquid began to pour into my warm and stretched open asshole. It was a strange sensation, to say the least, but wasn’t an unpleasant one. Jerome would pour until it was about to spill over and then stop, and I would slowly begin feeling the drink sink further into me allowing him to pour more inside. This pattern went on for awhile until that last drips of the pitcher spilled into my open hole. Jerome had me wait for just a little longer to allow for the smoothie to sink further into me before pulling out the stretching device. Upon its removal, güvenilir bahis siteleri and before I got back into an upright position, he brought the speculum to my mouth to lick.”Like licking the spoon when you are baking,” he said with a laugh. I only smiled in response, as I licked the cold plastic. The taste of the smoothie was actually pretty good, and I hoped that it having been poured into my ass wouldn’t affect the flavor too much.When he felt I had done a sufficient job licking clean the speculum, he tossed it aside on the floor of the kitchen and instructed me to stand. I was nervous in doing so, as my abdomen region felt full and I feared that once I stood, the all of the liquid would come draining out of me. However, as I turned over and began to stand, I found my fears for not, as my asshole had time to tighten to a close as I licked the speculum and I was able to hold everything inside.Jerome held out the glass to me and said, “now you can enjoy your smoothie slut. Just squat over this glass and let it out of your ass.”Grabbing the glass from him, I respectfully began to squat over it. In an attempt to prevent a mess, I pressed the glass firmly against my ass, encircling my asshole, and began to expel the cool liquid of the smoothie into it. Performing such I was washed over with a feeling of embarrassment from that fact that I was basically having a smoothie bowel movement in front of my black lover who was recording it for the intent of posting it online for countless others to see. However, as I thought of the number of potential others who would see me doing this, the embarrassment of the degrading act faded and was replaced with a new level of arousal. When I eventually filled the cup and felt as though no more of the smoothie was still inside of me, I pulled the now full glass away and stood up.”Okay slut, enjoy you ass smoothie,” Jerome instructed as I stood silently before him with the unusually served concoction in my hand.Amazingly, the drink was still cool, as I could feel it through the glass. I looked at it momentarily, and if I didn’t know it had been inside my ass, I wouldn’t have been able to tell just from looking at it. Smirking for the Jerome and the camera, I lifted the drink to my lips and took my first sip from it. To my somewhat surprise, it tasted normal; just like a strawberry and banana smoothie. I took another larger gulp and then indicated my pleasure.”So good. It is creamy and cold. I love it. I might have to make ass smoothies a regular thing.”My next gulp, however, had more of an acidic tang then normal and I assumed that it was the flavoring of my ass coming through. I didn’t let the change in taste affect my expression though, and I certainly didn’t stop drinking. After a few moments, I had guzzled the creamy beverage down and set the empty glass atop the counter. I smiled at the camera and Jerome again feeling proud of myself and waiting for his next move.”Did you enjoy your smoothie slut,” Jerome asked.”Yes, I did, very much.””A slut needs her nutrition I guess, no matter how it gets prepared. Say bye to your fans slut,” he said.Raising my hand up and smiling, I waved and said, “Goodbye everyone. I hope you enjoyed watching as much as I enjoyed drinking my ass smoothie.”Jerome turned the camera off, before giving me further instructions, “Well done slut, go ahead and clean up all the smoothie stuff and then yourself if you need to before meeting in your backyard.”He then walked away and left me to my task. I quickly washed the blender’s pitcher and the glass out, then wiped up the slight amount of spillage I found on the floor. Pleased that I had cleaned the kitchen well enough, I went into the hall bathroom to wipe away the stickiness left by the smoothie. While I was in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I didn’t see a mother or a wife, I saw a lust driven vixen and I felt proud as that was what I was for at least this weekend. With a bit more confidence in my step, I headed to meet Jerome outside in my backyard. I didn’t change as he had not told me to do so, but I understood that meant going out naked and in potential view of my neighbors if they were home.The backyard of my house was of decent size, and well landscaped because my husband paid a crew to keep it maintained regularly. Jerome I saw, was standing in the middle of the yard and was once again holding the camera up, filming me as I exited the house. Though my house was a single story home, the neighbors on either side of my house were both two-story homes and could easily see into the yard from the upper floors. The homes behind mine were fortunately single story homes and didn’t really have a view into my yard unless someone was standing up and looking over the fence. Though I was unsure if any of my neighbors were home I didn’t want to upset Jerome, so when he did say anything, I continued walking to him. However, after my first step, he uttered a single command.”Crawl.”Doing as expected, I dropped to my hands and knees and began to crawl towards him. It was such a demeaning and degrading way to be made to approach him, but it didn’t bother me, and instead fueled my arousal further. As I neared him, I watched as he used his free hand to unfasten his pants and pull free his semi-erect cock. At his feet, I looked up, and he simply said, “suck.” Finally getting the prize I had been aching for all week, my mouth quickly took hold of his thick pole and I began to service him like the slut I was. His manhood grew to its full size only seconds after I started, and I brought my hands up to help me in my task.I was lost in the joy of giving Jerome pleasure when suddenly startled by the sound of the side gate being opened and voices of men approaching. Jerome didn’t seem alarmed but also didn’t seem to be bothered when I back off of his cock to look over at the side of the house at the source of the noise. A wave of embarrassment crashed over me as from the side of the house came the crew my husband used to maintain the landscaping. I completely forgot that this was the Friday that they were scheduled to show up. The small crew of three men each froze in shock upon sight of me; a sight I’m sure they were not expecting. I was kneeling naked and wearing a mask in front of a large black man who was filming me with his enormous cock inches from my face and no one seemed to really know what to do. Jerome, however, continued to film and even panned to show the arrival of the landscapers. I looked to him for guidance, but none came as I suspected he wanted to see what I would do. What I wanted to do was to continue sucking off Jerome, but I didn’t like the idea of three men hired by my husband watching. I wasn’t worried they would tell him as they never came by when he was home, I just didn’t like the idea of a live crowd, nor did I want to give them the idea that they could potentially join in. As nonchalantly as I could, I addressed the crew.”Oh my god, I am so sorry. I completely forgot that you guys were scheduled to work on the yard today. Now is not a great time, do you think you can come by next week instead?”It took a few seconds for any of them to shake out of the shocked state, but eventually, one of the men did and very sympathetically responded by saying, “oh of course, yes. Sorry to barge in like this, we didn’t think anyone was back here. We will be going, and will come back next Friday.”As they spoke, Jerome had used his free hand to begin rubbing his momentarily neglected cock on my face. I didn’t object even though it was adding to my severe embarrassment. I watched as calmly as I could, as the landscapers turned and walked back to the side of the house. It wasn’t until I heard the gate close that I turned back to Jerome. He had the biggest smile on his face, as he spoke to me.”That was a fun, unexpected interruption. I’m sure they will never forget the time they stumbled upon the wife of one of their customers blowing a black man in her backyard. Did you like getting seen sucking my big black cock by those men?’Wanting to forget what just happened and get back to my task, I quickly answered, “Yes, I felt like a true slut.” I then took his cock back into my mouth and continued where I left off. Jerome didn’t seem to mind and simply allowed me to devour his manhood as he filmed. I hoped that he would soon fuck me, but it was not to be as after about five minutes of my oral ministrations on his pole he began to tense and flood my mouth with his thick seed. Swallowing fast, I managed to ingest all of his wonderful cum and felt proud in myself for doing so. Though I still hoped he would fuck me, I didn’t say a word as he pulled his still erect cock from my mouth and began to speak once again.”There you go slut, a good taste to start out what I expect to be a wild weekend. Do you like swallowing my cum slut?’Looking up at him and the still recording eye of the camera, I replied, “yes I do, it is so good. I love it.””Do you swallow your husband’s cum,” he asked.”No, not usually.”Have you ever sucked him off in your backyard like you just did for me,” he continued with his questioning.”Never.””Well then, I guess it is safe to assume he has never fucked you out here either,” he responded.”No, he has not,” I answered.”Too bad, because I am. Stand up and turn around,” he announced.In a flash, I rose to my feet and turned away from him. I felt him push against my upper back to bend me over, and then gently kick my legs apart. He then swiftly pressed his bulbous cockhead at the entrance of my pussy before pausing for a moment to ask me a question.”You want this cock slut?””Yes, oh god yes please,” was my enthusiastically honest answer. He accepted my answer and shoved himself in with one quick motion accordingly. I let out a deep and passion filled moaned as he did, completely forgetting that I was outside and surrounded by neighboring houses.”Yeah, that’s it slut. Moan out loud. Let your neighbors know that you love getting fucked by big black cock. You can come all you want, but just make sure I can hear you when you do.”Jerome began to pummel my pussy with his black tool, and I responded with a cacophony of moans, groans, and wails of pleasure. My first orgasm came very soon after he started, and I yelled out that I was cumming, and that I didn’t want him to stop. As I rode my first explosive climax, I felt Jerome start to smack my ass as he pumped himself in and out of my needy cunt. I was in a state of bliss as Jerome ravaged me, and spoke dirty to me.”That’s it slut, cum from my big black cock. Let your neighbors hear what cheating slut wife you are, and how much you love my cock. Tell em’ slut, tell your neighbors.”In an orgasmic haze, I responded, “Oh my god, I love your black cock. Yes, fuck me harder. I’m your slut, I’m your cheating slut wife, and I love your big black cock.”I came again after my loud proclamation and once again moaned aloud to signal my climax. Jerome’s hammering didn’t slow and he continued to punish both my pussy with his fat cock and my ass cheeks with his hand. Both of which came with derogatory exclamations and orders.”God, you just came again, you really do love this black cock and don’t care who knows it. After this weekend, I don’t think your poor pathetic husband will ever be able to satisfy you. I own you, and you love it. You love being my white fuck toy. You love me using you like a simple slut. You love that I record it all too and that I post it online for others to see. You want everyone to know what you truly are; a black cock slut.””Yes, yes! I’m your slut! I love being your slut! Oh god, fuck! Yes, everyone, I’m a slut for black cock,” I replied before exploding into my third orgasm. It was so powerful that I collapsed and shock on the grass as Jerome stood above me with his mighty cock swaying in front of him. As I recovered from the intense climax, I noticed that Jerome had stopped recording and had also refastened his pants, putting his member away.