Jo Watkins - Company Whore 01

Intro

Here are a series of shorter stories, as Jo continues to enjoy black. Following on from having her friends enjoying learning about her lifestyle

Jo Watkins a black owned milf experiences a week becoming her husbands Company Whore.

Chapter 1 Welcome to England

There he was, Darius King. 6ft 2, a powerful-looking man, dressed smartly in a business suit just off a flight from Chicago O'Hare to Heathrow. He was as black as the ace of spades, but with a queen of spades at home, that wouldn't be a problem.

"Simon, good to meet you at last." Darius reached out his hand. Simon shook it; Darius had a powerful handshake, a strong grip.

"Welcome to England. How was the flight over?" Simon asked.

"I'd never flown Virgin before, but those girls looked after all my needs. First-class service, very attentive. Thanks for the recommendation," Darius replied.

They walked out of the terminal and stepped onto the shuttle bus to take them to Simon's car. When Darius had left, it had been just gone 1700 Chicago time; by the time he landed, it was almost 7.00 in the morning. The eight-hour flight and the time zones would mean that Darius would be somewhat jetlagged, so the plan was to take him back home and let him settle in for the day before talking business.

As they reached the car, Simon went to grab Darius's suitcase, but Darius was happy to do things for himself. "Just pop the trunk, and I'll put it in. I don't travel light." He lifted the suitcase up, making light work of what was a very full suitcase. On the journey back, Darius commented on the countryside; coming from a big city, he wasn't used to the green belt around the M25. "I thought in England it always rained; I guess that's why it's so green."

"You're lucky we're having the start of a heatwave this week; global warming means we either have weeks of rain or weeks of sun." Simon replied.

Finally, an hour after leaving Heathrow, they pulled into the driveway of the home Simon shared with his wife, Joanne. She saw the car pull up onto the driveway. She had rehearsed this first meeting with Darius in her head so many times since they knew he was coming over. Instead of her normal naked attire, she had actually slipped on a baby doll in black with a white trim. In some ways it looked a bit like a French maid's uniform. It just covered her arse but showed plenty of her breasts. She had also put on a pair of heels, four inches high, to walk around in.

Normally she was naked around the house, but today's outfit was to please the eyes of others. She felt sexy and looked sexy. As the door opened, she went to the table, her back to the door they would come through, slightly bent over. If she was lucky, a little bit of arse cheek would be showing; that was the effect she was looking for.

Simon put the key in the door; first impressions were important. A welcoming home was part of it, but he had his special weapon to save the company primed and ready.

"Come in; I'll get your case in in a little while. You've had a long flight; come in and make yourself at home. My house is your house for the week. Come and meet my wife. He opened the door to the living room, which led to the dining room. Simon saw his wife bent over the table just slightly. "Come through," Simon ushered Darius into the living room. At the same time Jo didn't turn around; she just continued polishing the table. She wanted Darius's first view to be one of her slightly bent over. Darius stepped into the living room, looking around the quaint little English home, much smaller than his mansion on the outskirts of Chicago. Being the CEO of the company he founded, he had made his fortune and was used to a certain lifestyle.

"This is my wife, Joanne, or Jo, as she likes to be called." Simon waved his hand in the direction of Jo. She took a deep breath and bent over just a little more to make sure that some arse cheek was showing. Darius turned his attention from the room to Simon's wife. His head turned and saw Jo. His first thought was Simon was batting way out of his league. This was a sight that he never expected to see. His eyes were almost popping out of his head. There before him was an English woman standing in her nightwear and heels, bent over, showing some ass. Was she expecting him? Surely she wouldn't be dressed like this normally if a guest arrived.

The curves of Jo's arse, her bare legs, and the lingerie. He had heard English women could be a bit kinky, but to witness it like this. And then she turned around.

Jo had lingered, polishing the table a couple of seconds longer, allowing Darius to take in the rear view before turning. She swung round to discover the sight of the man Simon hoped would help save his company. Darius King, wow, he hadn't said a word; he didn't need to. Compared to her husband, this was a real man. Sharply dressed even after a flight, he looked damn good. She stood imagining him naked, how big that cock was going to be. "Hi, I'm Jo, Simon's wife. It's nice to meet you, Darius. Welcome to our home." She strutted confidently in her heels towards him as if she were on the catwalk, swaying her hips, her tits thrust out. She wanted him to see how hot she was, and she was only getting hotter looking at him.

Darius's eyes were now fixed on Jo. There was no one else in the room. Simon didn't exist. Exactly the reaction Simon wanted from him. Here was a middle-aged English wife looking like... well, it was somewhere between a supermodel and a hooker. She looked damn fit, hot in that baby doll, those tits bouncing as she walked towards him. What was that on her right tit? A tattoo? A spade? No, it couldn't be. As she got closer, his eyes fixed on her tits, Jo could tell where he was looking. It surely was; that spade had a Q inside it. That meant only one thing. Simon's wife was marked with a queen of spades tattoo. She loved Black cock, Darius thought to himself. Hello, this trip just got very interesting really fast.

Jo smiled at him. "Darius, welcome to our home. I'm so pleased you've accepted Simon's offer to stay in our home. Help yourself to anything you like." As Jo said those final words, she winked at him. Did she mean? Could she really be offering herself? The thought filled Darius's head. And then she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against him, giving him a hug. Darius returned the hug, his powerful arms around her, pulling her into his body. The hug finished; she stepped back, his eyes back on that tattoo. "It's real, you know." She said to him.

"The queen of spades." He said.

"Yes, I am. It has the same meaning here as it does in America. I'm married to him, but..." Jo nodded at Simon, who just watched on. This was perfect; Jo was showing off, enticing the man he hoped would be his new business partner.

"You fuck Black?" Darius enquired.

"I certainly do. Not little white cocks. If you need any more proof..." she started to lift up the hem of the skirt of the baby dolls she was wearing. At first his eyes took in the beautiful bald pussy that she exposed to him. But then, as she lifted it further, he saw her second tattoo. "Black-owned MILF" He stood thinking, 'Could this be real?'

"Think of me as part of the deal," Jo said. "I've taken the week off my work to help make your stay as interesting as possible." It was only then she let go of the hem and covered her pussy. "Shall I show you your room?"

Darius looked down at her. Part of the deal, eh. Did Simon forget to say he was going to offer his wife as a whore? But then again, the marking. She didn't have that just for him. Maybe it was her idea to take care of him while he was here, take care of his cock. She walked by him confidently, asking him to follow her back out into the hallway, and she started up the stairs.

Darius followed but allowed her to lead by a few steps, allowing him the sight of her white butt wiggling as she walked up the stairs. Jo knew exactly what he was doing and didn't mind at all; in fact, it was flattery that he was watching her arse. Maybe she didn't have him hooked yet, but he was interested.

Jo continued to strut her way up the stairs in her heels. She loved playing the temptress right now. She walked across the landing to the master bedroom.

"Here is where you will be sleeping, Darius." And with that she walked in, and he followed.

"Your room?" Darius asked.

"How did you guess? Jo replied.

"It could be the big black cock suction cupped to the mirror that gives it away." He pointed over to it.

"Oh, that. A woman has needs when she's married to a little white cock-cuck. You can have the bedroom to yourself, or I can keep you company for your stay. Simon moved his stuff out a couple of weeks ago and sleeps in another bedroom. Honestly, I'd love to keep you company, but if you want the room to yourself..." Jo moved closer to where he was stood. "Let's take that jacket off and get you more comfortable." As he took it off and threw it onto the bed, Jo put her hands on his shirt-clad body. The first touch between them, trying to encourage him to touch her.

What he did next surprised her. "So you're a queen of spades; let me see you enjoy your black cock." Darius told her. Her first challenge from him. He didn't tell her to suck or fuck it; just enjoy it. Her mind raced, but first, "Yes, sir, as you wish." Challenge accepted by her. Now how to do it. Kneel and show her prowess at ducking a BBC deep or....

Decision made. "Darius, would you please sit on the bed here? She patted the bed in front of the suction-cupped dildo. He was intrigued as to what she would do next. He soon found out. Jo got on all fours and crawled in front of him. She crawled into position, her head facing him, her cunt rubbing against the dildo. She reached back and pulled her babydoll up over her arse, exposing it. Then she reached underneath. Moved forwards towards his crotch enough to allow the head of the dildo to meet the entrance of her cunt. Sliding back, taking it in. There she was, performing for him. Wanting to show how she loved a Black cock fucking her.

She looked up at him as she slowly backed herself up on the silicone cock. Taking it and then slowly rocking on it. Pushing back, taking it deeper inch by inch. 10 inches of black silicone to fuck. He watched as she continued to perform the sex act for him. "Take this off of me, Sir." She asked.

He leaned forward; how could he resist such a request from an English milf? She lifted herself up, still impaled on five inches of cock. He reached down and pulled the babydoll lingerie up and over her head, and there was the surprise. Those nipples with rings through them.

"You like the look of them." Jo could see it written all over his face. "Let me fuck myself for you first, and then you can explore my body to your heart's content. Back on all fours, she set to work fucking herself on the cock. Taking it deeper into her cunt. Her ass cheeks getting closer to the glass. Darius could see the reflection as she took it all in. Finally her arse cheeks met the mirror. She reached out her hand towards him. Straight to his crotch, feeling for his cock. He shuffled forward to the edge of the bed and opened his legs wide so her head was in between them. Still fucking herself, she rubbed his cock. There it was, hard! Reaching for a zip on his flies while still fucking herself for him. Her cunt enjoying it. The moans were coming from her mouth, growing in frequency.

His flies now undone, reaching in, feeling for it, finding it, and finding a way to pull it out. Wow, it was as big as the dildo she was fucking. Jo balanced herself on one arm fucking herself while reaching out and stroking his cock. She was so near; it was time to stop. She backed up fully and just took it all in.

"You've stopped? Darius wondered why.

"My orgasms should be given to black cocks, not silicone cocks. Only real cocks deserve my orgasm." Jo responded.

"So you were close?" Darius enquired.

"God, yes, I have to take it to the edge and stop. That way my orgasm will be better when I do cum." Jo knelt there on all fours full. Trying to suppress the feelings of an orgasm right on the edge.

Finally under control, she slowly slid her cunt off the dildo, letting go of his cock. She turned around, still on all fours, and licked clean the dildo she just fucked. Of course this left the view of her fucked cunt in view of Darius, and he was now so intrigued with her he reached out and touched her cunt. She raised her head and looked back. "Do as you please; it's your cunt to use while you're here."

Darius would have to get used to the English language. Hearing her call it a cunt. But he knew exactly what she meant as he at first inserted two, then three, big black fingers deep into her cunt. Manoeuvring them about inside, sliding in and out but also twisting and turning. Suddenly Jo lost control of her cunt. Those fingers suddenly drove her wild again. Burying her head into the carpet, she couldn't stop the inevitable. Darius was finger-fucking her and watching her about to cum. She had got herself so close; now he was pushing her over the edge. "My fingers are black, so it isn't like you're not being fucked by Black." He said. A fourth finger slipped in. His words allowed her mind to accept that she could cum. The feel of his fingers pumping into her. But knowing he was doing it to tease her, had she hooked him? Was she now going to be his slut for the week and help save the firm? He certainly knew how to do this.

"That's it, cum, my little white English toy. Let your husband hear how much pleasure you get from just my fingers." He told her. It was then she knew the offer had been accepted.

The feeling of those four black fingers moving about inside him. Yes, he would slide them in like a cock, but then they would move differently. Her body was now spasming to his touch, but his touch was inside her body.

"Oh, Darius," she screamed as he twisted his fingers around inside. She looked into the mirror. His smile as he played with her. Screams and moans of pleasure left Jo's mouth and filled the house. Simon would have heard downstairs if he hadn't been standing outside the door listening to his wife giving herself to yet another Black man. But this time she was doing it to make sure Simon got the contract with Darius's company.

80 jobs saved just by letting his wife become a Black man's fuck toy for the week. Whatever Darius was doing to her, she sounded like she was enjoying it.

Darius finally pulled his fingers from Jo's pussy, having seen her cum from his touch. Hell, this was going to be interesting if she really was going to be at his beck and call for the week. His own English milf that was devoted to his black cock and his needs. Provided by his new business partner. Not just any woman either, his business partner's wife being whored. How could he get value for money for the deal? What were the limits of her devotion?

"May I lick your fingers clean, sir?" Jo asked him after turning around and kneeling in front of him.

"No, hunny," Darius said in his smooth, deep American tone. "Come here." She shuffled nearer him. He then proceeded to wipe his juice-covered hand across her face, wiping off the juices onto her skin. Then he finished wiping his hand by rubbing it over her breast. "That's some fine tits you have, ma'am, and I love the rings through them nips. Now I don't want you to wash those juices off your face and body. I want you to show your husband what a proud wife you are. Show him how you served me; show him how you let me use your cunt." As Darius said the words, Jo nodded and agreed to his request. "So what I need to know is how far his wife is prepared to go to satisfy his new business partner."

"For your time here, I am willing to satisfy all your needs. You will be my black cock master. Think of it as a perk of your stay. Of course it's your choice as to whether you do the deal with my husband, but obviously I hope my efforts will help you come to a favourable conclusion." She said with a smile.

"Well then, let's put you to work if you're going to be my white whore. I think you need to help undress me; the jet lag is kicking in, but I could do with those lips around my cock. You swallow?" Darius stood up in front of her. His cock still hanging out, ready for her mouth.

Instead of just taking it straight in, which was her instinct, she stood up in front of him. "It would be rude not to swallow any Black man's cum, sir. I will happily look after your cock." She reached out and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, easing it off as he reached out and played with her nipple rings. He had to let go of them for her to take off his shirt. Allowing him to enjoy her nipples, she gave his chest several kisses as she then reached down for the belt and button to his trousers. Slowly they slid down his legs. Next his boxers, not so easy with 10 inches of black cock hanging out, but with some manoeuvring they fell to the floor. "Darius, please get on the bed and lie down," Jo asked.

As he lay on top of the red duvet, his dark black body shone under the light of the room. Jo thought you don't find many weak Black men; indeed, Darius had a powerful physique for a powerful businessman. Jo pulled off his socks, naked from head to toe. He requested she get him his phone before she did anything else. She felt in his trousers on the floor and pulled it out. She crawled onto the bed, allowing him to enjoy the sight of her tits hanging below her as she crawled up the bed to be beside him. Handing him the phone. There she sat on her knees, her cunt aching. Positioned so he could touch her, positioned so she could bend over him and suck his cock. "So sweet, how does this work with you and your husband?"

Jo didn't really want to talk; she wanted to taste that American cock. But instead she took hold of it and stroked it as she spoke to Darius. "Simon was too busy with work to fuck me. I went to one of my daughters' parties and found myself again. I got fucked an awful lot that weekend and loved every second of it. It felt so right. I have a black master and mistress. " Jo paused for a second so she could lick his cock. Looking back at him, slapping it against her face. Feeling how big it was. "Basically, Black Cock made me happy again. Simon met you and wants you to invest." Her lips slid round his cockhead for a second as she continued to stroke it. "He asked me to look after your needs while you are over. Thought it might sweeten the deal. I get what I need; hopefully you invest and Simon gets what he needs."

"And I get what I need while I'm over here." Darius finished Jo's sentence.

"Yes, that's correct; just tell me what you require. I'm here to please you in any way I can. Obviously I'm happy for you to fuck me as much as you like." Jo smiled at the thought of the cock she held in her hand filling her.

"I don't know if your an English woman who is straight laced; I have rather kinky tastes. They might be beyond your limits." Darius replied.

Jo wasn't having him think that. "Try me; I think you'll be surprised."

Darius smiled at her response; maybe she was quite feisty, only one way to find out. As Jo finished, she allowed her mouth to sink down onto his cock, as if she were showing him how willing she was. "So sweetie, are you prepared to pose for my friends and show them the warm English welcome I'm receiving?" Jo glanced up and saw that he had picked up his phone, and she presumed he had put the camera on.

She slightly adjusted how she sat so his picture would capture more of her body. Her tits hung, her nipple rings glistening. One hand on the base of his cock, the other fondling his big black balls. Her mouth slid down his cock so half of it was filling her mouth. Her eyes looked up to him, looking to the camera as if she were posing. Waiting for him to take a picture of her devouring his cock. Working the cock in and out of her mouth, it wasn't time to talk but time to make him cum. Surely he had taken the picture by now, as he appeared to be typing.

Darius was indeed sending the picture to his mates on WhatsApp with the caption "This is how my new partner's wife welcomes me to England." He looked down at the bed as she continued to work his cock; her mouth felt so good around it. This English woman was actually giving a damn good blowjob. "I'll show you what the lads say about you later. In America we let the white husbands watch their wives enjoy black cock..."

Jo took the cock out of her mouth to reply to him. "Yes, he's prepared to watch me be fucked by you if that's what you wish. I don't mind you cucking him. We made him watch last week, and his little cock got hard. In his trousers. Let me make you cum, then rest, and then we can discuss everything you wish to do with me, and I think you'll find I'm more than willing, especially if you have me on a collar and leash." Darius's eyes opened up as Jo said the last sentence. This woman was prepared to be owned by him.

He pointed his hand as if to say continue; Jo's mouth immediately went back to work on his delicious cock. Every time she went down, taking more into her mouth and throat, gagging on it, never stopping. Darius had now pulled up his link with Simon, opened it and started a video call. Simon sat in his study watching the images of his wife. He had asked her to do this; look how willing she was. He heard Darius speaking to her. "That's it, my little whore. Take all of that cock; Daddy's going to cum down your throat, and you're going to swallow it all. Get used to it if I own your bitch ass. This week I'm going to get every cent worth out of you. Now swallow it, bitch." Jo's eyes looked directly into the camera just as his cock pulled, cum spraying down her throat, never stopping working his cock. Black cocks deserved to be worshipped. She was here to submit to Darius's needs. This was just the start. Happy to serve this Black man and take care of his sexual needs, and in turn he would satisfy hers.

Jo drained his balls; as the last eruptions of cum fell into her mouth, she sat back, opened her mouth and showed Darius the cum on her tongue. A second later she swallowed it down, opened her mouth and showed him it was gone. He beckoned her up to lie next to him; he put his arm around her. By now the call to Simon had ended, and he handed her his phone. "Put your number in for me; sometimes I'll give you orders."

Jo typed away into his phone as his hand stroked her arm. She handed the phone back to him; she watched as a smile grew on his face as he read the name she put in, "The English Slut'.

"Are you serious about wearing a collar? Do you have one?" Darius asked.

"Rest for now; try to sleep off some of the jet lag. You have my number now. I'll be around the house; message me when you wake, and I'll come here, and we can discuss everything you wish. From how I dress to how far you can push my limits. This week I'm literally your plaything. Offered as a gift in good faith as part of the contract with Simon. Maybe I'll surprise you with how much I'm willing to do for Black. Remember, my cunt tells you I'm a Black-owned milf. I can't wait to feel that cock inside me again; that includes my ass. All my holes are yours." Jo said softly and seductively, looking at him as she said every word, gauging his reaction. His eyes were alight, twinkling hearing what she said. This week was going to be interesting for them both.

He lent in to kiss her. She still had cummy breath from swallowing his cum just minutes before, but this is what a whore should taste of. In his head he was now thinking about what he was going to do with her. An unexpected twist to his business trip. He had been looking around for a supplier, and Simon's firm had a fantastic product; he had come across 99% certain that the contract would be signed. Yet Simon was desperate enough to offer his wife to secure the deal. Maybe her services might need to be written into the contract. If that blow job was anything to go by.

Jo walked away, letting him rest, drained from the flight, and his cum drained by her mouth. She looked forward to him waking up.