I woke slowly from a deep, alcohol assisted sleep. It had been three days since I had last seen Michael, the day in which I had been filled by his father’s cock and cum. Since then I had been stuck at home healing from the experience that Michael had subsequently put me through. Getting out of bed I caught a view, in the mirror, of the plastic that had been taped across my lower body leaving me unable to shower properly.

“You’ll be broken from a sexual purpose for three days,” Michael had stated in the moments after, “I’ll check in on you, but the best thing is to just stay at home and let it heal.”

“I understand, thank you,” I had replied though inside part of me still wondered if this was really such a good idea. Heading towards the bathroom, I debated about whether to leave the plastic in place for a few more hours or whether it was time to remove it. Studying my body, I considered my options, pressing against the plastic in the process to see whether I felt any pain. It felt good and so I made up my mind, it was time to remove the covering and to clean my body properly.

The tape stung as I pulled at it with my fingers, peeling slowly away from my sting and leaving a sticky line in its place. It seemed to take forever as I prepared to expose the mark on my skin, but eventually the only thing holding the plastic in place was my free hand that gripped it to my body.

Pinching the plastic between thumb and forefinger I pulled at it, nervously removing it to reveal the skin beneath. It was pale and sweaty, but in the middle, proudly displayed in an area just above my clitoris was the mark that Michael had ordered place there. Seeing it my mind raced back to the moments after I had been taken by Art.

Still full of his cum, I had dressed and been guided back downstairs to my lover. He had smiled on seeing me as I felt the first smear of cum leak onto my thighs. “She pleased you then?” Michael had asked his father with a grin.

“She’s possibly the most accepting black cock slut I have ever had the pleasure of fucking,” Art replied, a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Ahem,” it was the voice of Art’s wife and the three of us turned to see her stood in the doorway that led from the kitchen.

“You are still my favourite darling,” Art said, and he walked over to her, planting a kiss on the cheek as he arrived. Sliding an arm around his wife, Art faced his son, “I want you to take her to Tattoo 4 Black, tell him that she is to have the Queen Special.”

“I’ve not even discussed that with her, I’m not sure she would agree,” Michael seemed nervous at the instruction that his father had given him.

“If she is the slut that you claim, the slut that you want to parade then I think she will allow it to happen unquestioningly.”

The conversation worried me, I had never had a tattoo or piercing in my life other than my ears and now Michael was being told to mark me, possibly permanently in some way.

“OK,” Michael conceded without really arguing the point, “I will show you how submissive to my needs she is.”

I studied the tattoo, tracing my fingers around the edge of it as I looked at it in the mirror. It had healed well in the circumstances and I had to agree, now I was marked forever just as Art had wanted. Nobody could see me as anything now, other than a slut for the black cock that had changed my life forever already. Seeing the tattoo completed my mind wandered back to the experience of having it placed onto my skin.

It had been late afternoon by the time we had arrived. Michael guided me into a small waiting room the walls of which were decorated by pictures of men and women, mostly black, who were showing off a series of intricate and incredibly well-done tattoos. At the back of the room a small black woman sat behind a desk, she was covered in tattoos from head to toe including a series of swirls that covered her face. Two large breasts poked out of the front of her low-cut vest top while a flowery pattern spread across all of the exposed skin of her chest.

“Hi,” she said on seeing us, a piece of gum that she seemed to chew on relentlessly seeming to cause her to drawl as she spoke.

“Hi,” Michael replied, giving a slight smile as he admired the large breasts, “Art sent me, this one is to get the Queen Special.” As he spoke, Michael slid an arm around my waist, hugging me in close.

“Oh yeah,” the woman replied before casting her eyes over at me, “he’s finally found an eager piece of white trash then?”

“Yeah,” Michael replied though I could tell by his voice that the attitude from the woman was slightly tiring him.

“Well Barry is busy with a customer but take a seat and I will let him know you are here.”

Michael guided me back towards the front door. There was nobody else waiting for an appointment but despite that he selected the two seats furthest from the receptionist and closest to the door. Taking a seat, Michael gave a wave of his hand as a way of indicating that I should sit next to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked leaning in close and speaking in a whisper so that the woman could not hear me.

He gave a slight nod in the direction of the only other person in the room, “her, she’s vile.”

“Is she?” I asked, I had become used to people reacting with revulsion to my lifestyle choice and so I had let the matter pass over me.

Shifting in his seat slightly, Michael moved his body around until he could face me properly. “She was a few years ahead of me in school, she’s always openly promoted ethnic separation.”

The term confused me, and I involuntarily glanced in her direction to see that the woman was staring at me. “Ethnic separation?” I asked as I tried to piece together in my head what it might mean.

“Yeah, there’s a small number of black people believe in it, they argue that because of the racism that we have suffered over the years that we should essentially give it back.”

“You mean she disapproves of me being fucked by black men?”

“And everything in between, but her father is far cooler than her.”

“Her father?”

“Yeah, Barry.”

The sound of a door opening distracted the two of us from our conversation. Two men stepped out of a doorway to the right of the reception desk. The first of them was a skinny black man whose arm was wrapped in plastic while a broad smile of happiness crossed his face. Behind him came a large, tattooed black man, huge muscles rippling up both arms while his rounded stomach revealed that cardio was not part of his exercise regime. The two men wished each other well and said their goodbyes but as the skinny man left, I could not take my eyes from the tattooed man who remained.

“Michael!” the man shouted, and he strode across the room, his hand extended and a genuine, heartfelt smile on his face. My lover rose from his chair to meet the welcome and the two of them shook hands before embracing. The other man, who I took to be Barry, enveloped Michael in an embrace before releasing him so that he could take time to study the younger man’s physique. “You’ve turned into a good-looking young man, how’s your father?”

“He’s doing well, about to become a father again.”

“Is he? The sly old dog, got that young wife of his pregnant I take it?”

Nodding his head, Michael answered the question with the affirmative, “can I introduce you to my Toy, Liz?”

Barry finally looked to his side, noticing my presence for the first time, “well look here,” he said as I stood up so that he could study me. “She’s a bit old for you, isn’t she?” As he asked the question, Barry nudged Michael with his elbow.

“Older yes but a perfect slut for what I am hoping to achieve.”

“Is she?” Barry slipped an arm around Michael’s shoulder, “let’s step into my office so we can discuss it more, away from disapproving ears.”

Leading the way towards the door from which he had earlier stepped, it was clear from the look on his face that Barry was referring to his own daughter. As I passed her, she mumbled under her voice, “fucking disgusting whore!”

The comment made me stop for a moment, as I watched Barry invite Michael to step through the door in front of him. Leaning in towards the daughter I gave her a gentle smile, “well fucked and completely satisfied disgusting whore,” I whispered, “maybe you should try getting some cock sometime, it might cheer you up.”

“Come on Toy,” Michael called me from the doorway, his hand beckoning me to follow him.

“Sorry, yes Master,” I smiled as I felt an inner peace at the shocked face I was leaving behind.

Beyond the door, the room that Barry had referred to as his office was clearly the place where all the tattooing took place. Waving his hand, Barry indicated for us to take our seats in the two chairs that clustered around the adjustable bed that occupied the centre of the room. Then, leaning his own heavy frame against it, Barry grinned at us both. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“My father has asked that I bring the Toy here to receive the Queen’s Special.”

“Oh yeah? Does she know what the Queen’s Special is?” As he spoke Barry looked at me and I realised that my face must have looked vacant and innocent as if I had no clue as to what was being spoken about.

“Ummm, no.”

“She doesn’t? You do realise that she needs to consent to receiving it?”

“I do and she consents.”

“How about I hear that from her?”

Barry looked at me, his face soft and caring, “how about you strip off and get up on the bed here.” As he spoke, Barry stepped out of the way and patted the bed with a hand. “Do you know what the Queen of Spades is?”

Slipping my crop top over my head to reveal my breasts, I took a moment to hold up my necklace to show that it had a Queen of Spades pendant.

“Good, then you understand what it means?”

“Yes, I have even signed a contract, I belong to Michael and am exclusive to black cock as ordered by him.”

“Good,” Barry said again as he watched my naked body climb onto the bed. Lying on my back I looked up at the ceiling for a moment as I adjusted myself to be comfortable. “So, what is being proposed is that you receive this tattoo,” Barry held up a picture of a Queen of Spades, “and that this tattoo will be placed here.” As he spoke, Barry gently pulled my legs apart and placed one of his powerful, fat fingers onto the skin just above my pussy.

“You don’t have any tattoos, you don’t have any special piercings, are you really certain that you want a tattoo here?”

“It’s what Michael wants, I have agreed to be his property and so he can mark me as he sees fit.”

“Are you sure?”

Biting my lip for a moment I wondered if there would ever be a time when I regretted these decisions. Then, realising that I could regret not going through with these things more then I ever regretted doing them I set my mind, “please, do to me whatever my Master requests.”

Barry shrugged his shoulders and as I watched he prepared my body and his equipment before taking a seat in the chair I had vacated. Pulling it close, he bent over my body and seconds later an intense pain filled my body, centred on the lower part of my stomach.

Looking at the finished article in the mirror, a very skilfully drawn black spade as if from a high-end suit of cards, a white “Q,” occupying the middle. I realised that now, while I could remove the necklace or the ankle chain, I would never be able to remove the tattoo that had marked me for eternity.

Now free of the protective material that had covered my tattoo I pleasured in the shower that I took. Letting the warm water wash my body as I cleansed it of the dirt that had built up over the last few days. Thankfully, as I was certain that I smelled, Roger was away again. “The last time,” he had said before he had left the house unaware as he walked out the door that I had already been tattooed. It was something I had decided to keep from him for when he returned, proof of my submission to black cock.

I was tempted to spend even more time in the shower, maybe sneak in a wank while I was there as my soapy hands had found my clitoris to be swollen and desperate. There was no choice but to stop though as in the distance I could hear the doorbell ring, not once, not twice but three times only for it to be followed by a loud thumping on the door.

Switching off the water, I took the time to dab down my body with a towel as the knocking continued. Then the sound of my phone reached my ears, I padded into the bedroom, water still dripping from my body.

“Hello,” I asked, picking up the phone between thumb and forefinger as I could feel that the palm of my hand was still wet.

“Hi Toy, how are you feeling today?” it was Michael.

“Oh Master,” I replied, excited as my mind filled with thoughts about the fact that my body had healed as expected. There was another loud bang at the door followed by another ringing of the doorbell that, for a moment, distracted me from the phone call.

“Are you OK Liz?” It was unusual for Michael to show real concern but in not answering he could tell that something was not right.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m OK, all healed but there is someone at the door and when you rang the phone, I presumed it was you trying to get my attention.”

“Oh, well you better go answer the door but…”

“But?”

“I want you to be proud of your tattoo, so I want you to be naked when you answer, I’ll head over now in case there are any problems.”

“Thank you Master, I will see you soon then.” As I pressed the button to end the call, I realised my hand was shaking with nerves. There was no way of knowing who was at the door, other than they were desperate to get an answer. “What if it is the Police, or a rapist?” I thought to myself as I dabbed the last few drops of water from my body.

The doorbell rang again, and I found myself frozen to the spot in my bedroom, knowing that I needed to answer the door but scared of the outcome. Keeping the towel in my hand as if I could use it to provide some protection, I headed downstairs to the front door.

It opened with a click, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as on the other side I saw Kyle and his girlfriend Sharon. “Why are you knocking on the door rather than using your key?” I asked while being aware that I was naked and marked in front of my own son.

“Because I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to see you,” his voice was angry as he spoke.

Reaching out with a hand Kyle opened the door wider and then pushed in past me so that he stood in the hallway, Sharon following closely as he pulled at her hand with his. He stopped for a moment, a look of shock on his face as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “What the fuck?”

“Kyle, son, this is the lifestyle I have chosen.” I pleaded in hope that he would listen to me but in truth I feared that he would have no interest in listening.

“You got the tatt mum, and on your cunt of all places!”

“Yes,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.

“I’ve heard from Mikey before that Art had a fantasy in which he fucked some girl who then got marked in that way… you’ve fucked Art haven’t you?”

I watched my son’s anger flow through his body while I considered what to say. It was clear that he was fuming about the fact that I had embraced a lifestyle choice which involved his best friend regularly filling me with his cum. “Technically, Art fucked me, I’m submissive in all this, I receive, I am dominated, and I am used.”

“And now you have a tattoo to let the world know, fuck!” Kyle pulled away from Sharon and stormed off up the stairs towards his bedroom, the door slamming shut as he entered it.

My eyes fell on Sharon who shrugged her shoulders and pulled an apologetic face.  “Have you really been tatted?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonderment as she stared at my lower body.

“Yes, would you like to take a closer look?”

Sharon nodded her head and took a step towards me before dropping to her knees. I made a point of standing up right, opening my legs slightly and thrusting my hips forward so that the Queen’s Special was displayed properly for her. “Wow,” she said quietly as with gentle fingers Sharon traced the outline of the tattoo, “we’ve been watching a lot of Interracial porn recently.” She looked up at me as she spoke, “you realise he has no problem with you fucking black guys?”

“Well he sounds like he does.”

“True, but really it’s more about the fact that you are his mother and so you are not supposed to have a sex life and the fact that you did it with Mikey.”

“What makes you say that?” As I asked the question, Sharon stood back up so that she was stood just inches from me, her light summery dress making her perky breasts just visible under the material.

“We’ve been talking about it…” Sharon’s voice trailed off and she bit her lip nervously.

“Talking about it?”

“Yes, about me being blacked.”

“So, he can cope with his girlfriend being blacked but not his mother?” I could tell as I spoke that there was a hint of frustration in my voice.

“As I said, Mikey.”

I sighed as I considered how to work through the situation. “I think I better go talk to him.”

“That might be an idea.”

Telling Sharon to make herself at home, I slowly climbed the stairs towards Kyle’s bedroom. Knocking gently, I waited until he answered the door, his movements sharp and still clearly angry.

“Can I come in?” I asked, my voice quiet and in the process showing that I had no desire to fight with my son. Kyle stepped away from the door and I stepped into the room and sat on the bed, crossing my legs as I did so.

“Kyle, son, I do still love you.”

He was silent in response and I watched as Kyle slowly removed underwear from a drawer and loaded it into a rucksack.

“I didn’t plan on fucking Mikey initially, it was just… just I got caught up in the moment and couldn’t resist.”

Kyle turned to face me, “but it wasn’t just a one off was it, how many have you fucked now, what have you had to do to be marked by him and his dad in such a way?”

“Art was number ten,” I replied sheepishly as I realised that I was confessing the kinks of my sex life to my adult son.

“Ten? Ten?” Kyle was frustrated by the answer, “and have you used any protection?” I went to answer the question, but Kyle cut me off with a wave of his hand, “I’ll answer that one for you, no you haven’t, and you know how I know? Because I know Mikey doesn’t.”

“I’m not going to have another child if that is your concern?” I said, trying to keep the conversation light and reassuring.

“Mum, that’s not what I am on about, in a few weeks you have gone from being completely faithful to Dad to fucking ten black guys without condoms. At this rate you will have taken over a hundred by the end of the year… and then there is Dad.”

“And if I do? At the end of the day, this is making me happy, submitting to Michael is making me happy.” The conversation fell to silence as Kyle had nothing he could say in reply. “Look, I know from Sharon, you are thinking of having her blacked as well.”

“What’s Sharon got to do with this, that is between me and her, this is about you and Dad.”

“If my son being cucked by his girlfriend is just between you two then surely what happens to me is just between your Dad and me?”

Refusing to answer my question, Kyle slipped out of the bedroom and headed into the bathroom where I could hear him opening and closing cupboards, slamming the doors as he did. I joined him, standing in the doorway as I watched him pulling the items he wanted from the various shelves.

“Would it help if you could watch?”

“What?” Kyle spun round to face me, “you are offering for me to watch my mother being fucked by black men?”

“Yes.”

“Or I could ask Michael to find someone to bed Sharon?”

“I can ask Mikey that myself.”

The answer made me realise that Kyle and Michael were still speaking even if my son would not speak to me. “Mikey’s been keeping you up to date about everything hasn’t he?” There was a silence in response to my question, but I realised from the way Kyle’s faced flushed that I had found him out. “You watched my gangbang in the pub, didn’t you?”

Stopping what he was doing, Kyle stood up and stared at me, his lips pursed in silence.

“Sharon, get up here!” I called from the bathroom, down the stairs and moments later my son’s girlfriend appeared at the top of the steps.  I looked at her, then back at Kyle and then at Sharon again. “Did you two watch me being fucked in the pub?”

The question was directed at Sharon but neither of them answered in reply. “Did the two of you watch me being blindfolded and gagged in the pub before being fucked in the ass?” This time my question was more urgent, and I could see from her reaction that Sharon was feeling the pressure to answer.

“Tell her Kyle, tell her or I will.”

I looked back at my son and met his eyes, staring into them in the hope that it would pressure him into answering. His jaw wobbled as if Kyle was about to open-up about what had happened, but he still said nothing. Turning my attention back to Sharon I met her eyes in the same way and watched as slowly her resolve melted to nothing.

“Yes, we watched you being fucked and then afterwards, we fucked.”

“See, that wasn’t so difficult was it?” I said to Kyle, “but now I know your secret, all this anger at me for fucking Mikey and here you are enjoying watching what your best friend has done to me.”

“But it’s wrong,” Kyle pleaded.

“Why? It’s not like you are being asked for fuck me, in fact you would never get a chance as you are a white beta.”

There was a sound of a key in the front door followed by a squeaking sound as it opened. “Hello!” a voice called out and I realised that it was Michael.

“We’re upstairs,” I called, “when did you get a key?”

Footsteps on the stairs reached my ears as Michael climbed towards the landing, “after you put Roger in chastity, I demanded a key from him, and he willingly gave it. I was planning on keeping it as I little test for you but seeing that Kyle’s car was outside.”

He nodded to me as he reached the landing, Sharon stepping out of his way so that Michael could join the gathering. “I see you did as I asked,” Michael commented on seeing that I was naked.

“I am a proud Queen of Spades and slut for black cock.”

“Good… so have you worked through your issues?”

“Well I have found out that Sharon and Kyle fucked after watching the feed of me in the pub.”

“Did they? Nice!” Michael looked Sharon up and down as he acknowledged what I had said, “Kyle, have you given any more thought to Sharon being blacked?”

“It’s you who are going to do it if he agreed?” I asked, astonished that I was blind to such a reality.

“Of course,” Michael replied as he took a step towards Sharon. He reached out a hand and touched her bum through the dress. “She’s a fine piece of ass and I reckon she would look almost as good as you bouncing on my cock.”

I looked at my son while Michael continued to gently fondle Sharon who was doing nothing to stop it. Kyle’s position was such that without a complaint from his girlfriend he could not be aware of what was happening. “Go on, Kyle,” I pleaded gently, “let Sharon take black cock, there’s nothing that says you need to end up on public display the way I will.”

“Public display?” Kyle was surprised that the words.

“Yes, Michael is taking me to the Fetish Parade this weekend, I’ve seen the videos, I am certain he will end up having me fucked in public.”

“Really?” Kyle asked, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom so that he squeezed against me. He stared out onto the landing, seeing Michael groping his girlfriend who was making no effort to object to the touch.

“Why don’t the two of you just fuck!”

I could tell from the voice that Kyle was lashing out in anger more than hope, but Michael and Sharon did not need to be told twice. They embraced and I watched the two of them kiss while Michael slowly pulled Sharon’s dress over her head. My future daughter-in-law was braless so once the dress was removed the only underwear, she had was a small, white thong that pulled tight between her bum cheeks.

Taking a step towards them, Kyle tried to push past me, but I lifted an arm, trapping him in the bathroom. “Let them, you want it to happen, I can see that.”

“Grrrr,” Kyle said under his breath before giving a deep sigh and relenting to what he was watching. “It’s fucking hot,” he commented as I watched Sharon remove Michael’s shirt.

“Use my bed,” I said, and I watched as Michael guided his new lover towards the sheets. “Now Kyle, watch, enjoy but don’t do anything to stop it.”

“Are you not coming to watch?”

“I have no desire to see you wank at the sight of your girlfriend being blacked, just don’t spill your seed on the carpet.” I let Kyle escape the bathroom and as I watched he entered the bedroom and closed the door.

 

Dozing naked on the sofa I was not certain how long the three of them had been but when I opened my eyes again Michael sat in a chair opposite me. “Where have they gone?”

“Into Kyle’s bedroom, they have somethings to work out.”

“Are you going to take Sharon on as a lover?” I did not want to come across as jealous but equally I was worried about how much attention I would get once a younger woman was serving Michael.

“They are not at that stage, for them it is just an occasional fuck, I have some friends who I might hook them up with.” Inside I felt a sense of relief at the answer. “Besides, I still have things that we need to do before I get bored of you.”

“You mean using me as the poster slut for this little project of yours?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, you now that.”

“I know, I just like you admitting to it sometimes.”

“Admitting to it? Admitting that I am a publicly displayed black cock slut? That I am happy for everyone to know that I am married to a white beta, a cuck, who has to watch me being used by superior black men?”

“Which is why I have a task for you today.”

“A task?”

“Yes, you are going to become public in a way you have never experienced before after the weekend, so it is time to meet your parents.”

“Meet my parents?” My voice was stilted as I spoke, I had known the day would come eventually but it had been sprung on me and I panicked.

“Yes, let’s go see them now.”

I almost said no, I almost refused to take part in such a crazy scheme, but I also knew that I had no choice. The truth was I had signed up to be used as Michael dictated and so if that meant my family having it thrust in their faces then I had to accept that.

“OK,” I said, “let me get dressed first.”

“Of course, pick something that would be pleasing to both them and me.”

It did not take me long to rush upstairs and select an appropriate dress from the wardrobe. Slipping it over my head I studied my figure in the mirror. The knee length dress was white and covered with red roses. Across the chest it was cut so that it provided support for my braless breasts ensuring that I had a tasteful cleavage on display to all. Lower down the hemline flared so that it was easy to grab and pull the whole thing up and over my head. As usual and in keeping with Michael’s expectations I kept my pussy knickerless.

Returning to his presence, Michael watched as I swirled around for him to admire the outfit. “I can see how this outfit is pleasing for your parents, how is it pleasing for me?” he asked with a naughty glint in his eye.

“Like this,” I said, grabbing the hemline and pulling the dress up until only my breasts were covered. I could not see what he was doing as the dress covered my face, but I was certain that there would be a smile on his face. Presented as he was with my naked body with its strategically placed tattoo.

A hand reached between my legs and played with my clit, making me moan gently as it did so. “You’re eager to be used, three days without cock is making you suffer?”

“Yes Master,” I replied as a wave of electricity passed through my body not in orgasm but in excitement about what would happen next.

“Put your dress back down,” Michael commanded as I felt his hand withdraw, “I am certain you will get used later.” Letting go, the dress fell back into place before using my hands I carefully smoothed it down. Inside I felt disappointment at the lack of use, it had been three days since Michael had made any demands of me and my body was craving use.

 

It did not take long to drive to my parent’s house, they lived on the same side of town too far to walk but near enough that it took only a few minutes in a car. Stepping out of Michael’s vehicle, I walked up to the front door, my stiletto heels clipping on the pavement as I walked. Reaching out with a finger I pressed the doorbell and waited as Michael caught up with me from having locked the car.

The door opened to reveal my sister Christine. She was a bit of a hippy, scraggly, unkept hair a colourful shawl over a blue top and a bright yellow and flowery dress that reached to the floor. “Liz!” she said on seeing me, “what a surprise, I was just saying to Mum and Dad that we had not seen you for a while.”

“Sorry,” I replied, “for various reasons I’ve been very busy.”

“Yes, I’m sure you have been, always too busy for your family…” her voice trailed off as Christine realised that she risked saying too much. Stepping out of the door-way she invited me into the house and as I passed through I beckoned to Michael, “this is my ahhh, friend Michael.”

“Ohh,” Christine replied as she let my lover into the house, “he seems a bit young but still, I always said Roger was a bad choice for you.”

“It’s not like that, I’m still married.” Lifting up my left hand I showed the wedding and engagement rings that Roger had given me to her.

“Ohh,” she said again.

Walking through from the hallway I entered the dining room with Michael in tow. The dining table was still the long, dark wood table that I remembered from childhood. Stood at the far end, leaning on the back of one of the chairs was my mother. Small and with curly blonde hair she wore the long blue dresses that seemed to have been a feature of her wardrobe throughout my life. To the left of her, slumped in his seat, drool dripping slightly from his lips sat my father.  He was not a well man and in truth he had not been well for a long time though his green cardigan and thick glasses made him look worse. Opposite him sat William, my sister’s husband and someone I knew had only married my sister because he couldn’t have me. Seeing me enter a broad grin formed across his heavily bearded face and his eyes lit up as he drank in the sight of my body.

“Liz, to what do we owe the pleasure? And who is this young man?” It was my mother who spoke, her voice still as judgemental and controlling as when she had been bringing me up.

“I’ve come to explain to you about my life.”

“Your life?”

“Yes Mum, she’s brought this friend with her as well, but I don’t think she’s going to tell us she has left Roger.”

“That’s a pity, Roger was always too good for her.”

That was the strange thing with my family, my mother thought Roger was too good for me, my sister thought he was a bum. Though while they had very different opinions of Roger, they were all agreed that I should never have married him.

“You’re right, I’ve not left Roger!” Coping with their attitude was already frustrating.

“There’s no need to get angry,” my mother said, “and remember you are talking in the presence of your father.”

Michael leaned in over my shoulder, “if I had realised that your parents were such hard work, I would have let them find out on the television.”

“Well it’s too late now, we are here and so I might as well tell them.”

“Tell them?” my mother shouted from her position at the end of the table, “there are other people here and it is rude to whisper in front of them so what are you going to tell us?”

I sighed as I considered the attitude of my family, “this is going to be difficult,” I reflected as I considered how to approach the subject.

“Well come on, tell us what is so important that you bothered to visit?” It was my sister who spoke. We had never been close, choosing to stay at home and not go to university which was far more in keeping with my parents view of a woman’s place. Meanwhile I had not just gone off to college, I had also been very sexually active while there, something that my family had never approved of.

“I’m still very much married to Roger,” I said, raising my left hand again to emphasise the presence of the wedding ring. “However, we have decided to embrace an alternative lifestyle.”

“Alternative what?” my mother interrupted, “what are you on about, have you lost your mind?”

“Alternative lifestyle,” it was William who had spoken, his voice calm and level as he addressed the others who were gathered.

“What’s one of them?”

“It means that they have decided to live in a way that other people might find strange or unusual.”

“Which is?”

“How about we let her explain before we judge?” William looked at me, his eyes bright at the thought that it might me he could finally have me. Not that I was interested in him, not only was he white but the hippy thing that he and my sister had going on was also off putting.

“Thank you Will,” I commented before taking a deep breath. “I have given myself over to sleeping with black men, they, and this man in particular, have taken control of my sex life. Roger has been placed in chastity and can only fuck me when given permission. I am to be publicly used and displayed as my Master and his friends push to make our lifestyle more acceptable.”

My mother looked shocked as she stared at me from her place at the end of the table. As for my sister though, this was her chance and she stormed along the length of the table until she was just inches from my face. “One man, that’s all our family have ever asked for, that we give ourselves to one man but no you can’t do that! You fuck your way through university and now you come here to tell us that you are going to fuck your way through the rest of your life. I know Roger is a prat but still, to have sex with other men and while you are still married to him?”

I remained silent, there was nothing that I could say to calm my sister down and so it was easy to just let her rant. Meanwhile I could see that my mother was shaking with rage while my father stayed in his seat, oblivious to what was happening. Other than Michael there was only one friendly face in that room and that was William who watched me with excitement in his eyes.

“Come on Jim,” my mother interrupted my sisters rant as she pulled on my father’s arm, dragging him to his feet.

“Mum, let me help you,” Christine said as she broke away from her rant. Then, together with my mother she helped my father to stand up and the three of them shuffled away towards the garden.

A few minutes later, Michael and I stood in the dining room, the only company being William who remained in his chair. “You’re going to the Fetish Parade then?”

“How do you know?” I asked, looking at Michael to see if he recognised William.

“Living with Chris? How do you think I get my pleasures, it’s not from being in her bed.”

“Oh,” I replied as I took in the admissions that William was making.

“Instead I watch and read about Erotica and I noticed that there is a Black Cock group having a public performance on the day. You mentioned about public display and I put two and two together.”

“What do you think about it?” I asked, as I realised that William seemed to be supportive of my decisions.

“It’s not my preferred choice but you know me, we fucked once many years ago and I have wanted to be with you and play your games ever since.” William making reference to the drunken night I had first met him while in university caught me off guard.

“Wait, what?” It was Michael who had spoken, “you mean to say that you to have been together?”

“A long time ago,” I admitted, “and it was just the once and in truth, that’s why he went with my sister because he couldn’t have me.”

“Does she know?”

“She knows I was not a virgin when we met but she doesn’t know that I have screwed Liz,” William admitted.

“What do you think of her now?” Michael asked as he stepped close to me. A hand pushed under the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up so that my pussy and tattoo were exposed.

William took a sharp intake of breath, “wow, that’s an incredible body, and so smooth, you used to keep some hair when were spent a night together.”

“I first shaved it off after we had met, I didn’t like the way your beard caught in my pubes,” I confessed.

Realising that my dress was now hitched up on all sides I felt Michael’s hands controlling me, he turned me round and guided my bum to the edge of the table. Then, slowly, he lowered me backwards before pulling my legs up onto his shoulders. “Right here?”

My lover nodded and smiled, “I can’t think of a better place,” he said as I felt his cock enter me. “Come watch,” he said to William and I heard my brother-in-law shift around the table until his bearded face appeared above me.

“Wow, what a sight,” he commented as he watched Michael’s cock entering me. “What’s the purpose of the tattoo?”

“It has permanently marked her as a slut for black cock.”

“Mmmm,” Michael moaned on hearing the truth. “So, she is going to be used aggressively on the weekend?”

“Oh yeah,” commented Michael as he pushed his dick deep into me so that I groaned with pleasure, “but she doesn’t know what I have planned, and I don’t want her to know so I can’t say anymore.”

Leaning in close to my face, almost close enough that we could kiss William whispered to me, “how do you feel about that? About not knowing what is going to happen to you?”

My breathing came in short gasps, but I managed to answer the question, “I’ve signed up to please Michael in every way.”

“Right?”

“The unknown is part of the fun.”

“I might need to come and watch,” William said with a smile as Michael grunted and I felt his balls release a large load of his warm cum into me.

“God, I needed that,” Michael said as he pulled his cock out of me, “William would you like to clean up?”

“What?” I exclaimed and I thought of objecting for a moment until I remembered that I could not refuse such offers, not if I really wanted to prove myself. Instead, lying there on my parents dining room table, my legs open, my vagina leaking cum I let Michael kneel between my thighs. Closing my eyes so that I did not have to watch, I felt the warmth of his tongue as it brushed against my labia.

The beard tickled against my smooth skin as William carefully and gently ate Michael’s cum from my hole. His nose brushing against my clitoris as I felt a surge of orgasm building within. “Mmmmm,” I groaned, my chest flushing bright red and my thighs pulling tight around my brother-in-laws head as the pleasure flooded my body. William was unable to escape my grip and had no choice but to swallow greedily as my body pushed Michael’s cum as well as my own orgasm into his mouth.

Worried that they noise I had made would have attracted the attention of the rest of my family, I leapt from the table and pulled my dress back into place. “We should go,” I whispered to Michael as I leant into him, “before my family start to question what is happening.”

“I agree,” Michael replied, and we headed for the front door leaving William on the floor with a wide smile on his face.

We got into the car and Michael drove away from the house, a broad grin on his face. “I guess that has ruined any relationship you had with your family?” he offered after taking a few minutes to recover his composure.

“It’s not exactly a good relationship anyway is it? You saw what they are like.”

“True, whereas your in-laws are a completely different thing.”

“You mean Rachel?”

“Yes,” Michael replied as he turned the car into an industrial estate. It was starting to get dark, so I did not understand why he wanted to take me somewhere that was out of the way and closed when we had already fucked.

Turning down a second street, Michael slowed the car down and, as he did so, a small number of women stepped out of the shadows. “Prostitutes?” I asked, “is this what you have in mind for me next?”

“Nah, you have been very open to all my ideas from the start, you don’t need the training to demonstrate your openness to control.”

“But others do?”

“Yeah,” said Michael as he faced me for a moment with a big smile on his face. Then, bringing the car to a stop he wound down the driver’s window.

“Come here,” he beckoned to a woman who lurked slightly further back than some of the others. She stepped forward and I watched as she approached. Curly hair adorned her head while her face was covered with thick makeup. Beneath she was wearing a white blouse that was pretty much see through with no bra while the buttons hung loose and undone down as far as her belly. Below that she wore a tight leather skirt with a zip that run from hem to belt line while the hem was so short that the top of her fishnet stockings could be seen. The woman teetered on thigh high boots as she approached, and I wondered why Michael had specifically chosen this one. Was she one of the other girls that he was trying to recruit?

The woman reached the car and bent over at the waste, “hello Sir,” she said as she did so, and I immediately recognised the voice.

“Rachel?” I asked and as the woman’s face came into view, she looked at me in shock.

“Yes, it is Rachel, your sister-in-law,” Michael confirmed as my Roger’s sister and I stared at each other.

“What is she doing here? Why is she not with Trey?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to properly release,” Rachel said, “after spending time with Trey I tried but while I developed a desire to be used and humiliated, I couldn’t let go.”

“Why not?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to mindlessly fuck different men, being with Trey was one thing but other men, I just couldn’t do it.”

“And how does this resolve that?”

“Because she becomes nothing but a fuck toy for men,” Michael interrupted, “this is your second day Rachel, how many men have you been with?”

I watched as my sister-in-law did a count in her head, working her way through all the men that had paid for her. “Across the two days, I’ve wanked off twelve guys, sucked either and been fucked in the pussy by five while one filled my ass.”

“Wow,” I commented as I made sense of the numbers that Rachel had quoted.

“Oh, and the guy in my ass, that was my first time in the ass.”

“See, Rachel is leaning to be just like you.”

“She’ll be ahead of me at this rate,” I commented.

“Nah,” said Rachel, “I wasn’t as experienced as you anyway and all those guys have had small white cocks and worn condoms when they fucked me. Trey says that small white cocks covered in condoms don’t count though I can’t wait to be exclusive to black cock.”

“Just like your brother’s slutty wife here? Show Rachel your tattoo Toy.”

At Michael’s request I undid my seatbelt and pushed my hips up into the air. Grabbing my dress, I lifted the hemline and showed Rachel how I was now marked for life as a black cock whore.

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