Jo Watkins - Company Whore 02

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 2 Becoming the Company Whore

Five hours later Darius started to come round. He looked around the room and saw his suitcase was now in the room. He reached for his phone. Before he messaged 'The English Slut', he had a quick look at the responses from his mates to the photo he had sent of Jo earlier. Their responses were typical guy comments. 'Hired yourself a whore already.' 'Bring her back, we'll show her a great time.' 'Lucky son of a bitch.' 'She'll never go back now.' They continued. Finally he flicked his phone to contacts and messaged Jo. "Come on up, your master's awake. Let's discuss the terms of your use." 30 seconds later he could hear light footsteps coming up the stairs; the door swung open, and there was a naked Joanne to his surprise.

"How was your sleep?" she asked.

"Shut the door and get that arse lying here next to me." Darius responded. He was more interested in her body than small talk.

Jo closed the door and hopped up onto the bed and crawled up to lie beside him. She was admiring the body of the Black American company owner, probably around late 30s compared to her now in her mid-40s. Darius, of course, was doing the same, taking in the comfortable curves of this English wife sent to make his stay as pleasurable as it could be. Her breasts looked natural. She lay on her side next to him; he reached out and touched them. He did like a nice pair of tits, which Jo deffinately had at 38D but with two additions. He rubbed his fingers over the Queen of Spades tattoo. Why wouldn't it be real? And of course it was; then there were the nipple rings. Now he was closer to them; his fingers flicked them, causing a smile of pleasure to come across Jo's face. A little black spade was part of the ring.

"You like them. I had them done by my Black mistress at the same time that I had the 3 tattoos." Jo continued to watch Darius play with her nipple rings and breasts. Already she felt confident he liked her "white slut body" even if she was 10 years older. As her mistress would say to her, age is a number, and sexuality is how you feel; be confident, show off, and do what excites your partner. Jo was confident enough to let any Black man enjoy her body, and she knew how to show it off, even how to offer it. She was making sure her tits were grabbing his attention.

"Three tattoos? Where's the third?" Darius enquired.

"Under my hair, on the nape of my neck. It says I am owned by DH and CAH. Black owned, and before you ask, yes, they are aware, Simon had to ask their permission for me to do this. Of course, being Black-owned, I would naturally serve you, but they made sure to humiliate him just that little bit more by making him beg." Jo spoke passionately about them.

"Will you introduce me to them? Are they the ones that got you into the black lifestyle? A couple?" Darius was now intrigued.

"No, actually, brother and sister, Dwayne and Carol-Ann. Dwayne is dating my youngest daughter. Yes, she is into the lifestyle too. I'm sure they'll be happy to meet up with you, and I'm pretty sure Summer, my daughter, will join us too." Jo paused for a second. She couldn't help herself; she had to ask the question. "Have you ever had mother and daughter at the same time?" she watched his face as the words came out. The look of surprise was followed by the look of thoughtfulness as he processed the words. Literally, she was offering him to fuck mother and daughter together. Holy shit!!

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" It completely stopped Darius's line of thought for a moment; he needed an answer before he went on to find what this woman would and wouldn't do. Having him fuck her and her daughter was pretty damn kinky; hell, let it be. Yes, that's exactly what she meant.

"Darius, if she's up for it and I suspect she would be, how would you like to fuck us both at the same time? Tell me it's not a fantasy for you, 'Daddy'." Jo's words just confirmed what he was hoping for. There was no way he could say no to that offer.

"Make it happen, and I'll treat you both right." Darius thought of how he could treat them.

"Treat us?" Jo questioned him.

"I'm pretty rich; I could treat you to a nice shopping trip." The first thought that came into Darius's head. Of course he would go with them and encourage them to buy the sluttier clothes.

"Oh, buying us stuff, I'd have just settled for your cock filling me. I'd be very happy with that every day." Jo liked the idea, but she would be happy taking his cock.

"So how much does he pay you to be the company whore?" This time it was Darius's turn to ask the cheeky question. His hand slipped down from her breasts, over her stomach to her bald, shaven pussy. As soon as he touched it, he lifted his hand and slapped it. Jo let out a little moan.

"Fucking do that again; I'm the company whore your contract is paying for my cunt. Right now you own my holes. He doesn't pay me anything to fuck you. I do it for free, but maybe I should take a wage for my services to the company." Darius listened to Jo's words. Said with a lustful desire in her voice. He raised his hand above her cunt and slapped it five times, watching Jo contort and moan, not in pain but pleasure.

"Maybe you should negotiate with the real boss." He told her.

"You haven't fucked me yet; I'll negotiate when I have your cock balls deep in me, then you'll know my worth as the company whore." Jo licked her lips, bit her lip and smiled; again, he slapped her cunt.

"So the negotiations start here. Firstly, if you're going to be my whore, I expect you to dress like a whore for me. If you don't have the clothes, I'll buy you some... stocking, thongs, nice-looking lingerie and heels around the house. I want him seeing you dressed up for me. Looking like you're ready to be fucked at any point." Darius rubbed his fingers between her lips. Her cunt was moist.

"Anytime, any place, sir," she replied.

"Interesting if I told you to drop to your knees in public." How far would Jo go? He was about to find out.

"I'm Black-owned; if that's what you wished, then I'd do it. Especially if I had my collar on, then I would have no choice but to satisfy all your wishes." Jo started to show him how willing she was to satisfy black cocks.

"Do you have your collar, or does your master have it?" Darius was intrigued.

"One second." Jo climbed off the bed and went to her top drawer, where she kept her whips, gags and other kinky accessories. Opening it, there was her black-owned collar, with its leash. She lifted it out. Shut the drawer by pushing it with her bum and then crawled up to Darius and placed both items in front of him for him to inspect. He looked down at the glistening collar with the words written in diamantes.

"I think we should start now with getting you suitably attired. Would you please stand?" Darius watched her roll off to the side of the bed, admiring all her curves. She stood in front of the wardrobe mirror facing the bed. Darius climbed off the bed, admiring the reflection of her arse. He picked up the collar but left the leash on the bed for when they left the bedroom. Jo lifted her hair so he could put the collar around her neck. He caught sight of the last tattoo that he hadn't seen, the one showing her master's and mistress's initials. He placed the collar around her neck and fastened it.

"Thank you, sir. I presume you like Sir and Master, but Daddy too?" Jo liked to get things right where her dominant Black men were concerned.

"That's correct, sweetie, depending on how the situation feels. Now what do you prefer to be called?" He stood admiring her; of course the collar suited her.

"Any of White slut, slag, whore, bitch. I did like your company whore earlier, but anything you wish to call me will be fine; it's actually quite a turn-on," Jo said demurely.

"And normally? Are you Jo or Joanne?" He asked.

"Jo, Joanne makes it sound like you're my father telling me off." She replied.

"Well, Jo, let me see your underwear drawer." As Jo moved across to the drawers where she got the collar from, he followed. Both still naked but not for long. Jo pulled open the top drawer just to show him her toys.

"Impressive selection. I take it you like a flogging then and are not afraid to be tied up." Darius was now having more thoughts of how to use her; it appeared she was more kinky than he thought.

"Yes sir, I am a pain slut as well. I have a safe word and a safe signal if I'm gagged but haven't used them." Jo looked pleased with herself for showing off her toys. Next drawer down was the lingerie, including babydoll corsets and bustiers. Darius picked out a black bustier. Next into the knicker drawer. Darius selected a black sparkly thong. Of course, to finish the outfit, he add a garter belt (suspender belt) and stockings.

The bustier plumped up Jo's breasts nicely, covering her nipple rings but showing off the tattoo. Her midriff bare down to the suspender belt fastened around her waist. Jo slipped on the thong in front of Darius, bending down to slip it on, stepping into it and bringing it up her legs, along her thighs, and sitting over her pussy, the thong slipping nicely between her arse cheeks. Pulling it up at the sides, finally she slid sheer stockings up her legs slowly and seductively, knowing Darius was intently watching. This English woman looked absolutely divine, slowly peeling her stockings up her legs. When she finished, she strutted round the room to give him a view of her body. As she approached him, he reached down and picked up the leash.

Jo stood in front of Darius, her tits proudly thrust out. He clipped the leash to the ring on the collar. She looked proud to be on her collar and leash even with a new man in charge. Darius slipped on his boxers and picked up the leash again and walked out of the room with, of course, Jo following obediently.

"Where's your husband?" Darius asked.

"He was downstairs on his laptop in the living room," Jo replied.

"So let's go show you off just how you are." Darius was impressed but also had a plan for Simon. He led Jo across the landing and down the stairs. He remembered being led upstairs, so when he arrived downstairs, he knew exactly where to go to reach the living room. Even if Darius was in front, Jo still strutted and wiggled her arse as she walked. She was a leashed white slut, owned and walked.

Hello Simon, doesn't your wife look nice all dressed up for me, but I do need to have a word about this arrangement. Darling, sit down on the couch." Jo sat on one side of the sofa as Darius sat at the other end. Next to one another, but that wasn't how Darius quite wanted it. "Legs up, my dear. Sprawl out; I want to stroke them." Jo turned and stretched her legs over Darius's lap; his hands stroked her stocking-clad legs. Now he had her where he wanted her; it was time to do the same to Simon.

"Didn't she do an excellent job this morning with my cock? You must have been proud watching her take my cum." Darius watched Simon's reaction. Jo didn't realise that Darius had turned his camera onto a video call with Simon and let him watch the blow job, and Simon hadn't mentioned it after. "But how do you think I felt when I found out that you don't even pay her? How can I do business with someone who treats an employee of the company like this? To be fair, she's the one who's making all the efforts to get me to sign this contract. Even whores in brothels get paid. You're just using your wife, making her free use (which she didn't mind). Surely she is the best asset of your company, and you should be paying her to be the company whore. She's the one that will bring you in the big bucks."

Simon's face looked shocked. Did he mean it? Would he pull out if he continued not to pay his wife as an employee of the company? Paying her to be the "company whore", as Darius put it. Paying his wife to fuck him. He couldn't take a risk; the contract was so big, it would save the company. He could afford to have her as a 'sleeping partner'.

"Darius, you're right; of course you're right. I'm sorry you think I would not pay an employee. It was only just decided that this is what Jo would be happy to do. Of course she is helping the company. Please understand I'll be happy to pay her. We will sort something out; don't worry." Simon replied not realising that he was being played.

"Not just anyone can fill her position with her skill set. Just remember that." Darius's hand stroked across her leg and reached her pussy. "For what she does this week..." He moved the thong slightly aside and slid a finger in, causing a moan. "She deserves to be on top executive wages." The finger went in deeper and curled to find her G-spot, just teasing it.

"Yes, Darius, I wholeheartedly agree. I will make sure she's paid well." Simon continued to try to convince Darius he would do the right thing.

"Jo Watkins CW - COMPANY WHORE. I'll expect her to come visit us in America, and if I send any of my staff over, they will be treated the same as I am." Darius was laughing on the inside but had his business face on the outside. Jo listened to what he was saying, the thought of going to America to visit Darius and his company, as the company whore. Oh fuck, that was going to be in her imagination and dreams for the next few weeks.

"I'll go upstairs and sort it out. Don't worry, it will be done." Simon headed upstairs to his study.

Darius and Jo waited till he was upstairs before they giggled together. "Your husband is going to pay you to fuck Black men; how does that feel? Technically he is turning you into a whore." Darius knew from just the queen of spades tattoo Jo would happily look after him, but to get her husband to pay her to fuck him, wait till he told his mates this story.

Jo lifted her legs off of Darius, turned and stood. She stepped across to him; facing him, she put one knee on the sofa and brought the other one up onto the sofa on the other side of him. Straddling him. Leaning down and kissing him. "So I'm free to use at the moment, am I? Well, once I'm on the payroll, I'm sure you will get your money's worth out of the company whore." She started grinding her pussy on his crotch. "I loved how you made him pay me for fucking you, but only black. What was it, your colleagues, or if I take a trip to America? Gonna fuck me on your boardroom table?"

Sat on top, it felt like Jo had a bit of control until Darius spanked her arse while she was grinding. "That's it. Warm my arse up. I want to see how kinky you want to get. I don't want to give you just the odd blow job and fuck you in bed. I want you to tell me how you really want to fuck me." Her arse grinding on his cock was having an effect. He was definitely growing harder. "This company whore needs to feel that black cock inside me right now."

Darius slapped her arse and told her, "Sit up so I can get my boxers down." And with that, she did as she was told. His cock sprang out as he pushed his boxers off. Jo looked down at the magnificence of it. Her pussy was wet and ready. She just moved the thong to the side, allowing access to her black-owned cunt. As it proudly stood there, she lowered herself down and let her pussy rub over the top of it, her juices making it glisten. It was time.

Darius held his cock in place as Jo lowered herself down onto it. His cockhead splitting her lips apart and finding that needy hole. As it slipped over it, it stretched around it, causing moans of pleasure from Jo. Darius watched her face as she lowered herself down. The moment she was starting to be stretched, etched onto her face as well as the sounds she let out. Here he was on the first day of his trip, about to slam all 10 inches of his black cock into a white slut. Not just any white slut, his partner's wife, and he would be paying her a wage to do it. Now she had gone past his cockhead; she was allowing herself to slide up and down his black pole. Starting to ride it, her breasts bouncing trapped in her bustier, as if she were on a roller coaster.

Darius had a firm grip of Jo's arse. A little fleshy a handful but still toned enough from all the spankings she had received recently. Add the view of her breasts; he was enjoying his new toy, thrusting up into her as she worked his cock, coming crashing back down. Thank god she had taken cocks this size before; if not, he would have been killing her with it. Still, it felt amazing to be this full. "Oh god, you feel amazing inside me, Sir. Fuck your new whore, fill me with your cum." Jo was working hard riding his cock, glowing with passion. Sweat forming under her tits where they were held in. But yet she felt incredibly hot in dresses like this. Fucking all ten inches. Her hands on his shoulders. The grip he had on her arse, it felt like he was encouraging her to bounce up and down on him.

"Simon, come and watch, watch him christen my cunt with his cum," she called. Yes, she has seen him sneak a look at the doorway, not wanting to disturb them. But Jo knew that Darius wanted to cuck him. Make him witness the Black supremacy; let him see him filling Jo. Tentatively he walked in and sat in the chair.

"Is she on the payroll now?" Darius asked as he continued to thrust into Simon's wife.

"Yes," Simon replied.

"Then I am fucking your wife, the company whore, paid to fuck my black cock. Look how hard she works to earn her money, but also how much she enjoys her work. Watch as she milks my cock, as she drains my balls of cum. She is insatiable. Come on, my fucking whore, and I will fill you." Their bodies near to climax. Jo looks at her husband, but then her concentration on Darius. Her body dripping. Fucking her deep and hard, she knew he would; now her husband could see what black cock did for her only feet away. The screams of pleasure as her body convulsed in pleasure, looking into Darius's eyes, her face begged for him to cum, and he didn't disappoint. His hands left her at ease and gripped her shoulders from behind, pulling her down, allowing his thrusts to feel even deeper. Her head swaying, her body rocking, his balls hitting her arse cheeks. Groans of pleasure from Darius, moans of delight from Jo. Both are now experiencing orgasmic delight while being watched by Jo's husband.

At the same time they finally came together, kissing with the passion and desire of lovers. Arms wrapped around one another, it was time to enjoy the feeling of being joined sexually. She knelt astride him, feeling him deep inside her; for him, he could feel her velvet cunt wrapped around the thickness of his cock like it was a glove fitting perfectly. Joined. The thought of being a whore slipped away as they enjoyed the intense passion they shared for one another.

Finally Jo's legs began to ache; she whispered to Darius, and he helped lift her off him. She stood shakily, her legs like jelly; he guided her to sit next to him. Again she sat with her legs out towards him and her back resting on the arm of the sofa. This time Jo's legs weren't so together. Naturally apart, where she had ridden him, one leg on his lap, the other with a foot on the floor. Darius looked at Jo. Beautiful, sexy, hot and now oozing cum from her pussy. Darius had one thing in mind.

"Simon, look at your beautiful wife; you admired her fucking. Now it's your turn to appreciate the job she does for you. This might be your first time, but you should get used to it if this partnership is going to work out for both of us. I want you to get on your knees and lick your wife's pussy." There was a hint of shock on Simon's face; Darius was going to make him do this, make him taste the cum that Darius had filled her with. He had seen it in the porn he had watched. He was hoping to get away with just watching, but no, Darius wanted more. In the position he was in with the deal, what Darius wanted, Darius got. He walked over and knelt between his wife's legs. There was the cum oozing out of her pussy. It was now or never.

Simon bent down and started lapping like a kitten at a bowl of milk; he didn't want to taste it, but he had to. His wife fucked Black, and now he cleaned her up. His tongue scooped up the cum. Something he never imagined tasting. But now he had to. As Jo watched, she knew the taste and the feeling; she had cleaned pussies with black cum dripping out of them, and now it was her pussy. "That's it, Simon. Scoop it up on your tongue and swallow clean me up. I'll continue letting your partner screw me, but you have to clean me at times. Taste how good black cum is. You watched me have it this morning; it's only fair you taste it tonight." Jo was enjoying turning her husband into a cuck.

Simon didn't say a word; he just continued on licking his wife's pussy clean. The closest he would get to pleasuring his wife. Now that she had tasted and fucked a black cock, there was no way of her going back to his little white cock. He would now only get excitement from watching. He had never thought that watching his wife fucking would be so good. In his head there was an excitement to lick his wife, to taste her, and of course to taste the cum.

Simon thought that this would only be happening at home, but Darius had other ideas swimming through his head. Jo was just enjoying the pleasures that her pussy had felt. Now she had turned her husband into a cuck with Darius's help. Did he deserve this, or was it what she deserved after all those years without?

Finally her pussy was clean; she readjusted her thong and headed for the kitchen. To make a snack for all of them, leaving the guys staying in the living room, discussing what happened and discussing the business deal.