Joanne - Company Whore Day 01

Intro

These are my shorter stories gathered together as day by day stories for a different audience. Rather than 3 stories, the three chapters are together for those that like a longer read. You may not like the stories or the story matter, if so may I suggest please go and find some other writer that you may enjoy.

For those that do enjoy my style. There are plenty of other stories as part of this series and others. Find out more about Jo and her daughter Summer. Or Debs as she is blackmailed. But back to this story.

Jo Watkins a black owned milf who experiences a week becoming her husbands Company Whore. Controlled by Darius. Read on.

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.

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.

Chapter 3 A Walk on the Wildside/Parklife

By seven o'clock in the evening, Jo had slipped into a low-cut black dress, still showing lots of breast and cleavage. Of course Darius was delighted at how Jo looked. Simon had arranged a dinner at a country pub, giving Darius a taste of England. Where the guys looked casual, Jo wanted to look her best. People would be looking at her in her heels and on the arm of a Black man. Yes, Jo would be escorting Darius and not be sitting on the side of the table of her husband.

One thing that stood out was that Jo was going out still wearing her collar. Normally only worn for times when her master came; this time she was wearing it going out with a new master. For now Darius would let her off the leash, but he would take it with them.

Simon got into the driver's seat, but Darius held the door open to the back door of the car for Jo so she would sit with him. Jo sat in the centre, in full view of the rear view mirror. Which meant Simon could see Darius enjoying kissing his wife. If he ever looked close enough, he would see Darius enjoying feeling her tits, and of course her enjoying it too. When his hand slipped between her thighs, he couldn't see it, but Jo made sure that Simon was well aware of where Darius's hands were being applied. He really enjoyed teasing and touching Jo's flesh above her stockings around her pussy.

The feel of his hands running over the smooth skin on her upper thighs. Jo had pulled her dress up to allow him the perfect view of that white skin. His hands wandering over her thigh, moving towards her pussy. "Oh Darius, your hands on my thighs feel so good. Oh yes, please, that's it; my pussy's yours." Jo deliberately chose her words, allowing her husband to know exactly what Darius was doing to her. He couldn't turn around; he had his eyes on the road. Darius's fingers now started to rub the thong Jo was wearing, feeling for her slit, pushing the material sliding in between her lips, soaking up the juices that were starting to ooze.

Subtle moans of pleasure escaped Jo's lips as Darius continued to tease her pussy. All Simon could do was look in the rearview mirror at his wife's face as she was pleasured. The look of lust. Reaching across and pulling Darius in for a snog in the back of the car as his fingers teased. Jo was soaked by the time they got to the pub. It was only after Jo got out of the car that she pulled her dress down. Anyone in the car park would have been treated to her bare arse and stockings as she climbed out of the car quite brazenly. The heels didn't really go with the gravel in the car park, but she made her way to the front door arm in arm with Darius as Simon walked several paces behind. As Jo asked about the table in the name of Watkins, they were guided to the back of the restaurant. Darius enjoyed cupping her arse with his hand; Simon had the perfect view again, walking behind his wife and his new business partner. Jo sat with Darius, and Simon sat alone on the other side of the table. First course down, and Darius was enjoying his Budweiser, his hand on Jo's thigh as she sipped her red wine. The hem of her dress was moving higher and higher. Stocking tops were showing as well as bare skin. The talk which had been about food so far turned to whether Jo could drive the car.

"So Simon, I wouldn't mind Jo showing me a bit more (was he referring to herself or the town?). Any chance that you could get a taxi back and let Jo drive the car?" Darius smiled at Simon; what Simon didn't know were the thoughts that were running through his head of how he could have some extra fun with Jo. Darius was very creative.

Simon looked at the two of them together. He would be returning to the house alone, wondering what they were up to. All he knew was that his wife would be thoroughly enjoying the attention of this Black man one way or another. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll get a taxi back. Jo, you better only have the one glass of wine." She nodded to this request. He pushed the keys over to her side of the table.

As the mains came out, the waiter placed down Darius's steak and Jo's roast; he had a view of the stocking-clad legs with Darius's hand on her bare thigh. He looked down at Darius, who winked at him. For an older woman, the waiter thought, she looked pretty good even if she was slightly older than the man she was with. The first thing he had noticed was that she was quite happy in showing off a lot of cleavage, and she had a tattoo on one of her breasts. Now having seen her showing off so much leg, her dress pulled up, he was even more intrigued. So when he returned to ask if the food was ok, he did find himself staring at Jo. Those tits had a spade tattooed on with a Q in it, and even while they were eating, she didn't slide her dress down. As he walked away, he swore he heard the Black man ask the white man. How did it feel to see your wife fucked? If only he could have stayed and listened. Out the back he mentioned to one of the other waiters what he had seen and heard. He quickly grabbed his phone and asked, 'Google 'spade tattoo with q in it.' He read down the page; all of a sudden, one bit of it sounded strangely familiar, possibly.

It can denote an interracial dynamic or preference involving white women and Black men.

She was sitting with the Black guy; was it possible she was married to the white guy opposite? This kind of thing just didn't happen around here. This was middle-class Britain. Who lets Black men fuck their wives?

As he went back to clear the plates, he noticed the rings on the white male and female. Then he received even more of a shock. Yes, they were sitting in a very quiet part of the restaurant, but he had never expected to see this woman's dress pulled up so high and her position so that her knickers were showing. His mouth just opened; of course Darius noticed and immediately put his hand on her panty-clad pussy and rubbed it. The waiter didn't know where to look and flushed up as he cleared the rest of the plates.

He came back to ask if they wanted dessert.

"Jo, why don't you order for us all?" Darius told her.

Jo didn't move her legs, still spread with his hand in between them. "So I think my husband will have the spotted dick with custard, while I will have the apple pie with cream. Can I have extra cream? I love cream on my pie. "Oh, and for you, Darius, why don't you try the knickerbocker glory?"

"Well, I don't know what that is, but if it's got knickers and glory in the name, I'm sure it will be interesting." He responded in his deep American accent.

The waiter went away with even more questions in his head, but he really did suspect that the woman was fucking the American Black man, and she liked being cream pied. As he brought out the food, he presented Simon his spotted dick. Then he placed the apple pie down for Jo. "Your cream pie, madam, I mean apple pie with extra cream." Finally he brought out the knickerbocker glory.

Desserts finished. The waiter came back, but the white woman was missing. "Was everything ok? Did your wife enjoy the extra cream?" The waiter asked Darius.

He replied, "She's his wife, but my fucktoy. Oh, speak of the devil here, she is. Go ahead and give them to him."

"Simon, would you take my knickers home?" She held them out to Simon even though the waiter was present. "I won't be needing them tonight, but they are soaked; take them home and wash them for me." As Simon reached out, she dropped them in his hand.

The waiter brought the bill over. "Simon, I'll pay my treat, and our waiter friend deserves a big tip." Darius took out his cards.

Jo quietly said, "He's not the only one getting a big tip." Loud enough for both Simon and the waiter to hear. Simon said nothing. Simon took the thong and put it in his pocket, knowing full well she was now knickerless and spending the rest of the night with Darius; it could only mean one thing.

The sun was setting as they stood outside waiting for Simon's taxi. They discussed plans for the next day, heading into the office with Simon, and Darius told Simon that Jo would be coming along too; he expected her now to be part of what was going on. The employees would see more of her if she were a company representative. Simon wondered what Darius really had in mind after earlier fucking his wife in front of him. Part of Simon's brain was already thinking that Darius would want to fuck his wife over his own desk in the office. As his taxi pulled away, he looked back and saw Darius's hand on his wife's ass. He knew this was what she wanted, and this was the way he would get the investment he needed.

Jo walked across the gravel to the car ably supported by Darius. He walked her to the driver's seat; she unlocked the car, but he held the door open. Jo climbed in, adjusted the seat and mirrors and got herself comfortable only for Darius to tell her to pull her dress up so her pussy was on show. Obediently Jo did as ordered as Darius went to the back door of the SUV, opened it and grabbed the leash. Coming back to Jo, he saw how high up the dress was and commented on how good she was and then fastened the leash to her collar.

"You will be on your leash for the rest of the evening." Darius instructed her.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," Jo replied.

Darius moved round to the passengers' side and climbed in.

"Where to?" asked Jo.

"You obviously live in a middle-class white part of the city. Take us to somewhere that there is more of a Black community." Darius responded.

"Kings Hedges has a bigger Caribbean community; I can drive us there," Jo replied. This was where Jo's daughter lived with her Black boyfriend, Dwayne.

"Maybe you know of a park there?" Darius asked. Jo wondered where this was going, but she would find out soon enough.

"Yes, my daughter lives over there, and there is a park maybe half a mile away from hers." Jo knew the area a little from when she had visited Summer and Dwayne. She remembered the park from a story that Summer had told her about Dwayne making her go out to see if she could earn some money in the park one early Sunday morning. Coming back with a fiver, she got her train fare after giving a blow job in the park to a dog walker.

"Head for there; let's have an evening walk." Nothing was ever as easy as an evening walk with Black men, but that's where Darius wanted to go, and that's where they were heading.

With her dress lifted up, it allowed Darius to tease Jo's pussy throughout the journey.

"Maybe we will pop in and meet your daughter after what I have planned. Did you say she lives with your master?" Darius's fingers reached out and invaded Jo's pussy lips as she put the car into reverse. It felt nice; it felt naughty. Bare and exposed, it was hot and exciting; she loved the feeling.

As Jo accelerated out of the car park, Darius's fingers explored. Jo was trying to focus on the country roads. At the same time, she was feeling sensations from her clit, and her brain was thinking about what's next. Those feelings were running through her body continuously. Darius wasn't stopping even when they hit the lights of town. He was actually tempted to pull her tits out, but he would save that for later in the week.

Jo made her way across town to King's Hedges, where there was a large Caribbean community. She found the entrance to the park car park. There were still a few cars in there, maybe people taking their dogs for a walk. Jo turned to Darius. "So what next? You already have my pussy on fire."

"Time for us to take a walk together, slut. Let's get that pussy some fresh air. When you get out, I want your dress to come to the same level as your pussy. Yes, your stocking tops will be on show as you walk, but you should be proud to be my slut even in public." Darius made his instructions clear.

Jo turned and lowered herself down out of the car; in the meantime, Darius did the same and walked round to where Jo was adjusting her dress to please him. The sight of her in heels and stockings pleased him, and the dress allowed a great view of her tits. Now the dress was rolled up so it barely covered her pussy, the evening air cooling the fire inside it. Jo felt wonderfully exposed. A thrill like sitting in the front garden rubbing herself for Dwayne the morning after the barbeque.

"That's it, perfect. If only your dress had been that short originally, you'd dress conservatively, and you have a gorgeous body. Which you know should be shown off and shared. So I'm going to take you for a little walk around the park. If you attract any attention, you will smile politely. Shall we see what happens?

"Yes, sir, it feels very exciting. I love that you've made me turn my dress up so high and that I have no knickers on. I loved how you touched my pussy on the way here. Now I feel like your dirty whore. Please lead me through the park." Darius didn't need a second invitation once he had heard her words, taking the leash and walking towards the pathway into the park.

Jo was only a stride behind him, strutting her way across the car park. Allowing her hips to sway. This was the strut of a confident slut who enjoyed being seen like this. Her hands held the bottom of her dress so it didn't unfold and cover her back up.

Darius entered the park and was immediately aware of a Black lady with her dog, which was off on the grass. She looked to be in her 50s; she wasn't really paying attention to anything but her dog. As Darius approached her, he said, "Good evening, ma'am." She was shocked that someone spoke, not paying attention to her surroundings but also the American accent.

She turned and said, "Oh hi," her head turning and taking in the sight of the American walking past her, but not only that, she then saw Jo walking behind. Processing what the white woman was wearing. The Black woman turned her head to the other side to watch them walk away from her. She blurted out the word "Slut". To which Jo turned her head and smiled as they continued to walk away from her.

For Darius and Jo it didn't make a difference; they continued on walking. Past a couple of guys who took a long look at the pair. Especially the fact that Jo was on a leash but also that her stockings were very much on show. Both just looked at the pair as they walked away and said to one another, 'You don't see that every day. '

The next to pass them were a couple of 18-year-old Black lads on bikes. Coming towards them, cycling along the path, taking to the grass to go round them. They cycled on but spoke to one another. "Did I imagine that?" "What? That she was on a lead, bro." "Yeah, I thought so." "Want to go back and take another look?" "Yeah, man." The pair turned around and headed back; this time they cruised past Darius and Jo. Already taking in the view of Jo's stockinged legs, they cycled by slowly, making sure they weren't imagining things. They pulled up 200 yards on by a bench. "She damn well was." "What say we sit here and let them walk by, only one way the path goes right past here." Leaving their bikes on the ground, they sat on the bench, feet on the seat and sitting on the back, both looking directly back to where Darius and Jo were walking towards them.

"Looks like you did attract some admirers. Ready to be shown off, slut. Remember what you are." Darius told Jo.

"I am your white slut, collared and leashed. Black-owned. Of course you can show me off to them, Master. That is why you brought me here. Proud to own me." Jo looked at him confidently; she had faith in him that he would look after her. A master sub-bond. They walked on towards the young men.

As they got to the bench, it was Darius that took the initiative. "Hello lads, did you like what you saw? You wanted to see a bit more."

The first lad replied, "You're American; you don't see many women being walked around here. We thought we were seeing things."

"Well, you weren't. "Step forward, pet, say hello," Darius instructed.

Jo stepped forward in front of the two guys. "Hello, gentleman, thank you for noticing me." Jo was ever so polite, and Darius was impressed with how she handled the situation.

"English eh, where did you find her? The second youth asked.

"Some white women like just Black; I was lucky enough to find this one through a business contact. Look at her titties; she's marked with the queen of spades. You know what that means, guys?

They looked at one another and climbed off the bench and moved over to Jo. There it was: a queen of spades. On her tits. "You mean she will..."

"I have a suggestion, lads. She's a very greedy cum whore. If I get her to sit down, she can suck you both off, and you can cum over her face and tits. She will love that." Darius, always the businessman, put an offer to the lads; they looked at each other and then both said, "Yeah, why not?"

Darius invited Jo to sit on the bench. With the dress rolled up, it was impossible not to sit with her pussy on show. The lads immediately noticed. "She's knickerless." To which Darius replied, "She has a hot cunt; it needs air. I already fucked it in front of her husband; now it's your turn to cover her in cum."

Jo nodded and reached both arms out as if she wanted both their cocks in her hands.

By now, looking at the white slut, their cocks were getting hard; both whipped their cocks out and put them in her hand, and she pulled them closer. Now her tongue started engaging with one cock, then the other. Going between the two, her hands slowly pumping both cocks. Greedily eagerly, her mouth sank down onto each cock. Working more into her mouth than her throat. It wasn't long before the guys said they were close to cumming. Jo started to wank them while talking to them both, asking them to cum over her white face and tits; she loved black cum. Literally this woman was begging for it from them. The first eruptions started to spray from one cock, then almost instantly the second hit her face, then splashed onto her chest, stream after stream, moans of delight from the guys as she milked their cocks for the black cream. Looking up at them, she was now a sticky mess; finally, the cum stopped, and she let them put their cocks away, pulled out their camera phones and took pictures of the white slut they had encountered.

She was even smiling for the pictures. Not wiping any of the cum off her face or chest.

Out of the corner of his eye, one of the lads noticed two men walking side by side towards them, still a distance away. "Coppers, let's get out of here. They quickly put their phones away and climbed on their bikes and sped off, leaving Darius with Jo on the bench cum-covered.

"Let me handle it," Darius said as the policeman walked up to them. "Hello, officers." Again the policemen were surprised to hear an American accent.

"Hello, sir, what do we have here?" The first policeman asked. Jo looked up at the pair of them; maybe they were in trouble, but thankfully they were both Black cops in this area of town. Maybe Darius would talk his way out of this.

"Officer, it's nice to meet you. She's all fine, in fact; as you can see, she is more than fine. She's my pet, my pet slut. In America I don't get the chance to walk them, but here I thought I'd bring her to the park. She got hot, and she found some friends. What can I say? She wanted to please." Darius smiled at the officers.

"Are you ok, Miss?" The second officers asked.

This was Jo's chance to speak. But first she scooped a piece of cum from her tits and placed it on her tongue and swallowed. "Yes, officers, can you not see I'm perfectly alright? I'm never happier than being a cum-covered white slut for my master."

Where she had scooped the cum from had revealed her queen of spades tattoo.

The officer looked and then turned to Darius. "Wow, a queen of spades, impressive. She's from around here."

Before Darius could say anything, Jo jumped in, telling them her full address very willingly. "Officers, if any of you or your Black colleagues would like to come round and check on me..."

"She's insatiable," Darius exclaimed.

"We might just do a routine follow-up even if it is out of our area, but for now we need to know you were happy having sexual acts carried out on you." The cop started undoing his flies and pulled out his black cock. Jo lent forward and immediately stroked it, making it grow hard, slapping it against her face.

"Convinced yet? No, of course not. Maybe if I make you cum over me." Jo stopped speaking and immediately went to work on his cock enthusiastically. Soon she was gagging on this cock.

The second officer stood with Darius. "She's impressive."

"I'm only here for a week, but I want her to feel like a complete whore for me," Darius told him.

"She single?" the officer asked as his colleague's balls were now bouncing off Jo's chin; she was taking it all.

"No, married. I cucked him this afternoon and made him watch. She has a master round here somewhere; I heard she's even been gangbanged by a group of his friends. She is such a good slut for a Black cock." Darius couldn't help but brag about his fucktoy.

"Maybe we could arrange something; there are a few other guys at the station who would..." the officer replied.

"Looks like it's your turn," Darius said as the first officer pulled out of her mouth and cum all over her. "Better sample it."

"Well, if I'm going to have fun with her..." The second officers turned to Jo. Looking a filthy mess. Could you stand up and turn around, please?"

In Jo's head she wondered if he might want to fuck her from behind, but no. He grabbed one hand and slapped a cuff on it, grabbed the other and pulled it behind her back, attaching the other hand cuff to her. Both hands were cuffed behind her back. He walked Jo over to the grass. "Turns out that you are a whore. Luckily for you, you're wearing that black-owned collar; if not, we'd have to take you in. Instead, I'm going to get my money's worth, so get on your knees, whore."

Jo knelt down slowly; her balance was not easy being cuffed. She knew what was coming but not how rough. She opened her mouth. The second cop pulled his cock out and stroked it in front of her. Once hard, he put it in her mouth and gripped the sides of her head. Without saying a word, he started thrusting his cock in her mouth, deeper and deeper. Repetitively thrusting deep into her mouth, making Jo gag. No stopping, this was a skull fucking, no pausing for breath or rest, just taking what he wanted. Thrusting, pumping, basically fucking Jo's mouth without asking. She couldn't even protest. Darius and his partner watched on as he just used Jo's mouth as a hole for his cock. Finally the thrusts led to cum; he didn't pull out. He came down her throat; all she could do was swallow it. Gulping it down.

"Thank you, officer." Jo said politely even if the officer had just forcefully fucked her mouth.

He went behind her and helped lift her up off her knees, her stockings now grass stained. He undid the cuffs. She didn't tell him, but she had found them hot and really enjoyed being cuffed.

As the officers walked off discussing what happened, Darius picked up the leash again. "I think you've had a lot of fun tonight. Maybe you can drive us to your daughters just so I can meet your master. Don't wipe yourself clean."

Jo walked a pace behind again as they returned to the car. Only passing a couple with a dog. The guy just stared at Jo, the cum on her face and tits; his partner dragged him away from looking.

As Jo climbed in the car, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. A cum-covered mess. Perfect.

Jo rang the doorbell and stood beside Darius. Seconds later the front door opened. A naked 25-year-old, very similar in looks and shape, answered the door. Darius's eyes nearly popped out of his head. This was definitely Jo's daughter. Summer called back to Dwayne. It's Mum, and she's brought a friend." She turned back to her mum. "Come in, Mum, and..."

"Darius King, your dad's new investor," he replied.

"And my mum's black master for the week." Summer said. She ushered him in and then led the way to the living room.

"That's a beautiful tattoo, and a queen of spades too." Darius commented as they walked through the hallway.

Summer came in after her mum. She was standing talking to Dwayne.

"Darius, this is Dwayne. I'm sure you've heard he is Mum's master as well as mine." Summer looked at Dwayne, who was admiring the paint work on Summer's mother.

Dwayne walked over to Darius. "I see you've been letting her have some fun tonight."

"Two youths and two cops believe it or not, she's amazing. I've already convinced her husband that she should be the company whore." Darius said.

"And he cuckolded him while he did it. Made Simon watch," Jo added.

"As we were in the area, I just wanted to meet the man who converted her to black, oh, and the younger version of her. Both a handful," Darius commented.

"Maybe the four of us can do something later on this week," Dwayne suggested, then he leant in. "The two of them together can be quite fun, both Queens."

"I think by the end of the week she will deserve a night out, maybe we could organise something for them. Take my number." Darius and Dwayne were very much alike, where the two women were concerned. They wanted them to enjoy life, knowing if they enjoyed life, the men around them would as well. Darius had watched Jo take four loads in the park this evening; proudly, she still hadn't cleaned herself up, allowing her master and her daughter to see what state she was in. The cum was now drying on her skin.

Mum and daughter talked about Darius.

"He made your father pay me a wage to be the company whore as he put it out. But literally that's what he has me doing. Entertaining a Black man. I blew him this morning, and then when he woke we fucked, and your stepdad ended up watching what he was paying for. "He had my pussy aching all night too," Jo explained.

"It won't stop there, I bet; he sounds like he's as kinky as Dwayne. Vivid imaginations and the opportunity to make things wild excite them. Tell him your fantasies right now, and they will try to make them come true. Last week Dwayne fucked me in a church. It felt so wicked, so unholy, but it was amazing sex." Summer smiled.

The guys came across. "We are going to try and arrange something for the four of us later in the week," Dwayne said.

"Summer, you look amazing. I can tell your mother and daughter have such confidence to stand there as you do. (naked for Dwayne)" Darius reached in and gave her a hug. "But now I must take your filthy whore of a mother back home."

"She looks as if she loved it, Darius. Have fun with her. Mum is just like me; we love to please Black Cock, doing anything for you. Enjoy your week of whoring, Mum; hopefully catch you later on for some fun together." Summer was definitely up for some joint fun.

Finally arriving home, Jo pulled the car up on the drive. Again her pussy was aching from Darius's fingers on the drive back. He couldn't resist playing with her. She was horny and wanted more. As she put the keys in the door, she turned and asked, "Am I sleeping with you?"

"Of course you're damn well sleeping in my bed all week; I want to go to bed with you and wake up in the morning. Let your husband hear you screaming with pleasure." He replied.

"So you're going to fuck me tonight." Jo said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Look at you. You deserve it, but first let your husband see what a mess you are; telling him what you did let him take your dress off and smell your cum-covered body." Darius knew that Jo showing her husband would just cuck him even more and would thrill her.

Jo walked upstairs and into Simon's study while Darius headed to the master bedroom.

Simon swivelled in his chair to see Jo stood in front of him, her face and chest covered in dry cum. "I take it you had a good evening then." He asked.

"This, yes." Help me out of my dress, and I'll tell you." Simon went behind her and unfastened it and pulled the zip. "Firstly, he took me for a walk through the park in Kings Hedges. There we came across youths, 18 or 19; they had a good look at me being led on the leash, then Darius offered my services to make them cum over me. Which obviously they did, but they weren't the only ones." Jo's dress was on the floor by now, and she had turned around to let Simon enjoy her cum-painted body. Seeing how much dried cum she had on her.

They disappeared off as they saw two policemen walking through the park. Of course Darius talked to them, and one came over me, but the other handcuffed me, put me on my knees and skull-fucked me, cumming down my throat. I had no control at all; it was fantastic." Simon knew as Jo purred over these men they had all been Black.

"Look at me, smell me, cum covered. I look disgusting, don't I, but I feel fantastic. I loved sucking their cocks, even being handcuffed and used as a hole. Darius did this for me. Know I'm going to bed WITH HIM. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure your investment is safe, but keep doing as he says, and I will too. Right now I'm his cum whore. Who knows what he will want tomorrow?" Jo bent over and picked up her dress; her naked ass was on show, but Simon was going nowhere near it.

As Jo went into the bedroom, there was Darius naked on the bed waiting for her. She walked over beside the bed so he had the best view of her, including the reflection in the mirror. She slipped off her heels and put one leg up on the bed and slowly unclipped the stocking. Slowly, teasingly, she rolled it down her thigh over her knee and down her heel. Slowly removing it from her foot, holding it out and straightening it. Repeating the process with the other one, letting Dariys watch her undress slowly. Slipping the suspender belt off, which had framed her bare pussy. Now just standing in the bustier, removing it, letting it drop to the floor, she leaned on the bed, her 38D tits hanging down.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight? Because I did, thank you, Daddy. Would you like me to wash it off before I come to bed or sleep as a filthy whore?" She proactively asked, her cum-covered chest right there for him to see.

"Shower in the morning; you smell filthy. I think you like that. But I still want you tonight. Get your lube. I haven't had your arse yet, and I want it now. Is that a problem?" Darius looked at his filthy bitch, awaiting her reaction.

"Of course not, Daddy, I want your cock in my ass. You deserve to fuck all my holes." She reached into a drawer and then handed him the lube. Lay beside her, her back to him. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, cum-covered, now time for more. Minutes later she felt his cock pushing through; her moans started to fill the house again.