I pulled my leggings back up and realised that underneath there was now a big patch of wetness from where Jay’s cum had splashed. In front of me, Jay watched, his huge cock already tucked away inside his shorts. “When are we going to do this again?”

“Soon, and I have some friends who would like to join in as well.”

“Friends?”

“Yeah,” Jay replied as he led me back towards the path that we had left to get to this spot.

“Yeah, your mother has been with most of them, and I think you should as well.”

“So it’s not just us two?”

“Hell no,” Jay replied, and he gave a big grin as he stepped onto the path and offered me a hand to help me join him.

“How many?” I asked nervously.

“There are dozens who would be interested in you.”

“No,” I corrected him, “how many has my mother been with?”

“Oh,” Jay shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not sure, you’d need to ask her.”

 

We walked back to my house where we found my mother sitting on a stool in the kitchen. She was wearing a tight black dress, too short really for a woman of her age and stiletto heels. “And?” she asked on seeing both of us and I smiled weakly, feeling shame at the thought of admitting to her I been fucked by her boyfriend.

“Your daughter is going to be a nasty slut, just like you,” Jay replied before leaning in towards my mother so that the two of them could kiss on the lips.

“But she will need some training?”

“Yeah, she isn’t smooth for a start,” Jay looked at me as he spoke, and I could see from his face that he did not want to offend me with his comment.

“I’ve only got a tiny strip of hair,” I replied, “how is that not smooth?”

“Darling,” my mother said as she reached forward and took hold of my hands before pulling me closer to her. “A true slut in this world has no hair.” As she spoke, she opened her legs so that her dress rode up towards her bum and I was able to look down and see for the second time today that she was completely hairless.

“Why?” I asked defensively as I pulled away from her hug.

“Because a hairless cunt looks and performs better when being used by black men.”

“You’re saying I need to remove my tiny landing strip if I want more of this then?”

Jay interrupted before my mother could reply and gave an answer of his own, “if you want to have the multiple black men, I can bring for you, then yes.”

“What if I just want you?”

“That’s not going to happen, if nothing else, I will be fucking your mother as well as you.”

My mind raced as I tried to process what I was letting myself into, but my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Slipping from the stool, my mother headed into the hallway to answer it, her heels clipping on the tiled floor as she walked. “You’d do well to learn to dress like your mother,” Jay commented as he watched her ass as she left the room.

“Really?” I asked, unsure what to make of everything that was happening to me.

“Yeah, in fact, why don’t you strip naked right now.”

“What?” I replied, unsure how to process what had just been asked.

“Yeah, if nothing else it would be fun.”

“And why would it be fun?”

“Because the person at the door is one of my mates and he has come here to fuck your mother and I want you to offer you as an alternative.”

I thought about what was being suggested for a moment, “you want me to offer myself as an alternative to my mother for your friend?”

Giving a nod of his head, Jay smiled at me, “it’ll remind your mother that she is just black cock fuck meat.”

“Wow,” I commented as from the hallway the sound of voices reached my ears. Bending over, so that I could look down towards the front door I saw my mother arm in arm with another black man. Someone I had never seen before, he was slightly taller than Jay but not as powerfully built. Standing upright again I looked at Jay, “he is cute.”

“Then prove you are a slut and offer yourself.”

“What’s his name?” I asked as without further prompting I pulled my crop top up and over my head.

“Tommy.”

“Tommy,” I repeated in a whisper as I pushed my leggings and knickers to the floor before removing my socks. Naked, I stood before Jay, “happy?”

“Yes, now off you go before they disappear upstairs.”

I felt the nerves that were building inside as my bare feet padded across the tiled floor as I entered the hallway. Tommy spotted me immediately, even though he was mid kiss with my mother, his pupils widening as I approached.

“Hi Tommy,” I said gently, and my mother broke off from her kiss to turn around and look at me.

“Clara, what the?”

“Jay has told me to offer myself to you, as an alternative to my mother if you want it?”

“Oh yeah,” Tommy replied as he let go of my mother and stepped towards me, stroking his chin as he did. “Two sluts eager to please my cock.”

“Hey,” my mother spoke up, taking hold of Tommy by the arm and holding his hand up so he could stroke one of her breasts. “This cunt is completely smooth and knows how to please you.”

Being held by my mother, Tommy stopped his approach towards me and smiled at my mother. “That is true,” he said, “your daughter is not perfect in so many ways but…” he pulled his hand free of my mother and turned his attention back towards me. “Your daughter is a fresh, new cunt that I’ve never had before and that is tempting.”

My mother lifted her dress over her head, exposing her body to both myself and Tommy. “Just remember,” she said, “you told me I am the only woman who has ever been able to take every inch of you in my pussy.”

The comment made Tommy smile and he beckoned us both closer until we were both within arm’s reach of him. Then, he put out one hand towards each of us, touching our bodies, stroking our boobs and then working his way down towards our holes. Each of us watched, opening our legs in preparation as he placed fingers into both of us at the same time.

“When did you last have sex with a black man?” Tommy looked at me as he asked the question and he waited in silence for me to reply. It struck me that in some ways this was completely humiliating, to be openly admitting my sex life in front of my mother.

“This morning.”

“And you?” he asked, turning his attention to my mother.

“Last night.”

Nodding in appreciation, Tommy looked back at me, “and how many black cocks have you taken?”

I bit my lip as I realised that in some strange way I felt shame at my answer, “one.”

My mother spoke up on hearing my comment, “I have been black only for fifteen years, in that time I have taken over fifty different black men, I have been trained to worship hung black cock and to allow black men to abuse my body as they see fit.”

Tommy looked at me and smiled, “take some more black cock and make that cunt smooth and I will use you like a whore.”

As he spoke, he let go of me and took my mother in both of his arms before picking her up on his shoulder. Carrying her he headed for the stairs as my mother looked at me, her eyes filled with lust for what she was about to experience.

Leaving me stood on my own, I could only watch as the two of them disappeared from view. “Hey!” a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see Jay stood naked in front of me, his cock fully erect and eager. He stepped backwards and sat on one of the kitchen stools as with a finger he beckoned me to approach. I knew what was needed of me and eagerly I jumped up into his lap, letting his cock slide straight into me.  Gently, I ground back and fore with my hips as I made sure that I was safely balanced on him.

“I might be wrong,” Jay said as a grin flashed across his face.

“Wrong?”

“Yeah, when I said you might be a nasty slut like your mother, I was wrong.”

At that moment I took hold of the back of the stool and pushed myself deeper onto his cock. The movement made Jay groan and he lost his train of thought as he simply took pleasure in my penetration.

“You were saying?” I commented, certain that Jay had planned on suggesting that I would not be as good as my mother.

“I was saying, I think you’ll be a far bigger slag than your mother has ever been.”

“Oh!” I replied, taken by surprise at the comment.

“Yeah, she took some training before she was prepared to offer herself the way you did.”

Sliding onto Jay again, I felt a surge of excitement at his comment. The idea that I might be able to out compete my mother made me even more eager to be fucked by black men. I was wondering what I could say in reply, to express the feelings that the comments had brought out in me but instead a voice calling out interrupted us.

“Hey darling!” The voice was male, very familiar to me and came from my left. Turning my head, my stomach lurched as I realised that my father had entered the kitchen. He stood there, looking at me, naked, sitting on Jay’s massive cock, the same penis that had entered my mother on countless occasions.

“D… D… Dad!” I stuttered as I tried to work out how I was going to get out of the mess that had been created by his appearance.

“Hi Jay,” my father continued, his voice not faltering, as he spoke. “You always said you would black my daughter and here you are, fucking her like a whore.”

The sex had stopped, I just sat on Jay’s dick, it slowly seeming to sink deeper into me as I tried to process what was happening. “Dad, are you not shocked at what is happening?” I managed to ask.

“Oh no,” he replied, his smile reassuring me as it always had done since I was a kid. “We always knew that Jay and his friends would look after you, the idea of them getting to fuck you as part of the deal was simply a price worth paying.”

“I don’t need someone to look after me, this is the 21^st Century!”

“I know but you need to find work, find a home, all that stuff that is difficult these days. Whereas Jay and his friends bring most of that in return for your being a slut.”

“You mean, like a prostitute?” The comment must have done something for Jay as he gave a little grunt, and I suddenly felt his knob twitching inside me as it pumped warm cum deep into my hole.

“Yes,” he replied with a smile, “I think you might need some time to clean yourself up, so I’ll leave you two in peace.” Picking up a towel from the work top, he threw it across the room to me, the action making me blink for a second and when I opened my eyes again, he was already heading for the door.

Sliding off Jay, I stood with my legs open as I used the towel to mop up the cum that had been left there. “I need to go get a shower,” I commented, and Jay nodded in understanding as I threw the towel at him so that he could tidy up as well.

 

The warm water of the shower washed over my body as using a razor I carefully removed the last vestiges of hair that covered my pussy. Normally I would have it waxed but in the circumstances, there was a need to get it removed quickly. It felt strange to be completely hairless but at the same time the idea excited me as I thought about what it would mean for me.

Switching off the tap, I opened the door and picked up a towel. It was a warm day and so it did not take long to dry my skin. Rehanging the towel, I stepped through into my bedroom only to find my mother sitting on the bed, looking at my naked body. “You did it then?” she asked as her eyes settled on my now completely smooth pussy.

“Yes.”

“Good, you won’t be disappointed, and it also means you can join me this afternoon.”

The idea of being naked in front of my mother and chatting about sex with multiple men still felt strange to me but at the same time, it was clear that she needed to show me the ropes. “What’s this afternoon?” I asked, my pussy flooding with curiosity while my stomach lurched with nerves.

As she stood up, I noticed that my mother was in her tiny black dress again but this time I was able to study it properly and I realised that a lot of it was so sheer as to be almost see through. “Jay has organised a party on the other side of town, there’ll be a lot of black men there and a small number of sluts like us.”

“A lot?” I asked, my pussy again sending signals at the thought of being fucked by so many.

“Yes, at least a hundred, last time I went, I was fucked by eight guys one after the other.”

“A hundred?”

“Yes, and you’ll be really popular because you are so young and nubile.”

As my mother moved away from the bed, I realised that she had left clothes lying there. “You forgot something?” I asked, pointing at the bed.

“Oh no, they’re for you, I know you likely lacked the clothes for the party.”

I nodded and stepped over to the bed, picking up the clothes that were there, well you could call them clothes. For me, I was not even certain that they would cover my ass, never mind the rest of me.

Holding the outfit up, I studied it. A two-piece fishnet skirt and top in black I showed them towards my mother. “Do you really think I should wear this?

“Yes, it’s the perfect look for someone like you.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled the top over my head before slipping the skirt up and onto my hips. The outfit was, as I had thought, tiny and as I admired myself in the mirror I wondered if would be less exposed if I was naked. I smiled at my mother, “what do you think?” She nodded in response as her eyes lit up in excitement. “Now I just need shoes?”

My mother studied me for a moment more, “I have just the thing in mind, you’re the same size as me, aren’t you?”

I nodded and my mother shot out of the room only to return a few moments later, her hands carrying a pair of black thigh high boots with enormous stiletto heels. “Try these on,” she offered as she held them out towards me.

Sitting, I took hold of the boots and sliding a foot into each one in turn I slowly did the zips up until I reached the knee. Then, standing I finished closing the boots up altogether. “What do you think?” I asked as I looked down my body and studied the look.

“Check in the mirror.”

Carefully I walked over to the mirror and standing in front of it I slowly pirouetted so I could see each angle. Glancing at my mother, I felt a pang of nervousness as I studied her watching me, “what do you think?”

“It took me two years for me to have the courage to dress like that, you’ve managed it in one day.”

“What made you offer me this outfit then?”

“Because Jay told me to, he said that he had realised that you were more ready for it than I ever was. Especially the calm way you handled being caught by your father.” I swallowed nervously as that moment played through my mind again. “Anyway, it’s time to go.”

Following my mother, I headed back downstairs and into the kitchen where she presented me to Jay and Tommy. They both stood as I entered the room and approached me, Tommy putting an arm round my waist as with his other hand he lifted the hem of my skirt and played with my pussy. “Completely smooth!” he said as he touched me, “so fucking sexy.”

“Now am I suitable for you?” I purred as he pressed against my clit.

“Definitely,” he replied, and he pulled me closer so that our lips could meet.

“We need to get to the party, you can play on the way,” Jay commented and pulling me away from Tommy he stared at his friend. “Come on,” he said as he pointed towards the front door.

We stepped outside and Tommy, who was still clinging on to me, guided me towards a car which was parked on the road in front of the house. As we approached, I realised that I had seen this car parked outside the house dozens of times before. “You guys visit my mother a lot?” I commented.

“Yeah, you recognise the car?” Tommy whispered in my ear, and I nodded. “We share the car, sometimes it is me, sometimes Jay but at other times, there are others.”

“And now you’ll be able to visit me as well.”

Tommy grinned at the comment as he opened the back door of the car and I climbed in. He closed the door and as my mother and Jay got into the front seats Tommy moved round to the other side and got into the back seat with me. As the engine started, Tommy pulled me across the back seat and into his arms. My mother, glancing over her shoulder, smiled at me, “You’ll like Tommy,” she said, “his cock is enormous.”

Turning my head towards him, Tommy and I kissed while his free hand roamed down between my legs. Encouraging me to open them, I felt him tug up the hem of my skirt and put his fingers against my clitoris. I gasped at the touch while I put a hand on his crotch and realised that even tucked away his cock was massive. “Not yet babe,” Tommy whispered between kisses, I’m going to let you be tested first before you try my monster.”

Bringing the car to a stop, Jay looked over into the back seats, “we’re here,” he said, and Tommy opened the car door and climbed out. Shifting my bum across the seats, I followed him, holding his hand as I rose to my feet.

We were stood outside a warehouse on an industrial estate. Taking my arm in his, Tommy guided me towards a small door to the side of a large roller shutter entrance. Across the road, two men stood, watching, making comments to each other about us as they watched both me and my mother.

Reaching the door, Tommy banged on it with a three, two, three rhythm and after a short delay the sound of metal bolts being released filled the air. The door opened and a tall, powerfully built, black guy stepped out. “Hey Tommy, hey Jay,” he said as he saw the two men who had brought my mother and I to the warehouse. “A new slut I see?” he continued as his eyes drank in the sight of me.

“Yeah, it’s her daughter,” Jay replied with a laugh, “newly recruited.”

“I think the boys will enjoy her,” the bouncer replied, and he stepped out of the way so that the four of us could enter.

We walked down a long corridor until we got to another door which Tommy opened and stepped through. Holding it opened he beckoned for the three of us to follow him and as I did so my eyes opened wide at the sight in front of me. A large room, it had been decorated so that it no longer looked like a warehouse. Along the far wall a DJ played music while in front of him a mixture of black men mingled with a small number of white women. Above the DJ a large work of graffiti art declared “BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER.”

The words shocked me, and I looked at my mother and then Jay and Tommy in turn. “It’s all about changing the narrative,” my mother replied to my unspoken question.

“Changing the narrative?”

“Yes, the one that says black people are not special in their own right, we’re claiming the world for black people and black men in particular, showing our support by worshipping them and allowing ourselves to be owned and controlled by them.”

Jay interrupted the speech, “come on, let’s go meet your Snow Bunny future and we will see how it goes.”

“Snow Bunny?”

“Yeah, a white girl who eagerly fucks all the black men she can handle.”

Making his way through the crowd, Jay held my mother’s hand as he led the way. Behind, I did my best to keep up as Tommy guided me from with a hand on my ass but unused to my boots my progress was slow.

“Just down here,” Tommy indicated with his free hand, and he gently pushed me towards another corridor. Entering it, I could see that there were a number of doors and windows along its length and as I slowly progressed into it I wondered where my mother and Jay had got to. Passing by the windows I realised that behind each one there was a room made up, sometimes with a bed and other times with just a large mattress on the floor. A couple of the rooms contained chains and restraints while above there was no ceiling, simply a gantry that allowed people to look down into the space.

Reaching the end of the corridor, there was a sharp turn to the right and as I took it, I found Jay, alone. “Where’s my mother?” I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the fact I was now completely alone and without her. Saying nothing, Jay simply pointed at a door behind him.

“She’s in there?” I asked and Jay nodded in response. Carefully I edged around him and headed for the door. Placing my hand on the handle I went to open the door but instead Tommy placed his hand on top of mine and motioned for me to take a moment. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Your mother is settling a debt for me,” Jay commented, “follow me and you will be able to see.”

Leading me back up the corridor towards the turn, Jay opened a door which led to a flight of steps that took us up and onto the gantry above. It was metal in construction, and it creaked and clanged as I walked along it, Jay in front and Tommy behind until eventually we came to the area above the room that my mother was in. Looking down I could see that she was naked, standing in the centre of the room while in front of her sat a powerfully built man. He was dressed like he was a tribal warrior who had just arrived from Africa, a crown on his head, his chest exposed, while around his waist he wore a grass skirt.

“Great King” my mother spoke, “Jay has sent me to settle his debt to you.”

“Debt?” I asked.

Jay leaned in close, “he is the International Head of our society, a wealthy man who has funded it all out of his own pocket. He appointed me the local President but in turn I have to thank him with the very best of our Snow Bunnies.”

“And my mother is your very best?”

Jay grinned at my comment, “oh yes, your mother is the only woman I know who is capable of meeting this commitment.”

“And this tribal gimmick he has going?”

“Oh, that’s just bullshit, he’s American, he just likes to play at being a tribal chief.”

Below, the King as he obviously liked to be described, make a movement with his hands and a door at the rear of the room opened and in came three naked black men. Taking hold of my mother, they led her to the other corner of the room where, pulling a blanket off what I had initially taken to be a box, I realised they had a cage. My mother was made to climb into the cage, and it was locked shut before the blanket was put back onto it. Slowly, the men wheeled it towards the door through which they had appeared.

Rising from his throne, the King looked at the three of us and smiled, “enjoy your party, she will return in 12 hours.” Jay nodded at the comment and then the King looked specifically at me, “next time, I want her to be the gift.”

The King left and the door closed behind him as I stared at Jay and Tommy. “What the fuck was that?” I asked.

“He has taken your mother once a quarter for the last six years, I think he wants a change.”

“Right, but what is expected of me?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Jay replied with a shrug of the shoulders, “every woman who I have sent to fulfil the deal has been sworn to secrecy.”

“Every woman?”

“There have been two, I have only had to settle the debt for the last six years. The first time I sent a woman and when she returned, she would not talk about it but instead immediately quit. Then I sent your mother, and she has been a willing participant ever since.”

“But you don’t know what happens to her?”

“No, she is kept prisoner for 12 hours and then released. She then needs a couple of days to recover but will not tell me what she has experienced.”

“And now I am next?”

“I think we need to train you first,” Tommy replied.

“Yes,” Jay said, “you need to be trained, and your training starts here.”