I awoke the following morning to find Sophie lying naked next to me in the bed. The two of us were alone and I was not certain why. Crawling across the duvet I rose to my feet and stretched slightly. My body had spent yet another day being fucked hard, and I wondered if I could remember a day when I had not had sex with at least one person. Sophie moaned slightly and rolled over, her movement distracting me from my thoughts, and I looked down to see that her legs had opened. Her slutty hole, leaked fresh cum and I realised that LK must have left a present before getting up.

Climbing back onto the bed, I crawled carefully up between her legs before lowering my head so that my mouth pressed against Sophie’s pussy. I licked gently against her clit and Sophie groaned at the touch and even though she kept her eyes closed she shifted her hips round and opened her legs further, offering me the chance to push my tongue down and into her. Slurping gently, I slowly removed the deposit that my fiancé had left in the hole while she murmured with the pleasure of my caresses. It did not take long though and Sophie gave a deep grunt as I felt her labia grind against my mouth as a small, gentle orgasm flooded through her. My mission complete, I rose from the bed again and headed for the bedroom door.

“Shit!” I exclaimed as my heart jumped into my mouth before a moment later, I recognised the person who was stood there. “Cyril,” you gave me a fright.

“Sorry,” the Sophie’s husband replied, “I thought I heard the sound of sex, and I came to investigate.”

I laughed at the comment, “yes, I found that LK had left your wife a present and I was just cleaning up.” Leaning forward I kissed the old man on the lips so that he could taste the remnants of LK’s cum that I had pulled from Sophie with my own tongue. As I did so I felt him grope my still naked ass with one of his hands.

“I wish I could have you?” he said, his voice managing to be both completely dismissive of the possibility while sounding eager for an affirmative that he could.

“Sorry, I only sleep with black guys.”

“I know…” he replied his voice trailing off in the process.

“Well, I won’t keep you from your wife,” I said, stepping to the side so that Cyril could pass into the bedroom and take my place eating his wife’s cunt.

Being naked in front of an old man, even an old man who was never going to have sex with me was a turn on and I hoped that LK was lounging on the sofa waiting for me. Sadly, as I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the lounge, I found that it was empty. Desperate to at least see some cock I searched the rest of the house in a hurry only to find that Cyril and Sophie were the only other occupants.

The doorbell rung, shaking me from my confusion at finding the house empty and unashamed about my body I headed for the door still naked. Opening it, I found a young black guy stood on the other side of the threshold. “Who are you?” I asked, hoping that he would reply that he had been sent to fuck me.

“LK sent me, he wants me to pick you up and take you to a party.”

“Party?” I asked confused, glancing over my shoulder I took in the time on the clock in the lounge, “it’s only 10 am?”

“It’s a special party,” the guy replied though in truth I wondered if he was more of a boy as he could not have been older than 18.

“Fair enough,” I replied, “well you better come inside while I get ready.”

The guy nodded at my invitation and stepped through the door at which point I noticed that he was holding a package. Following my gaze, he looked at his hands as if surprised to find that he was holding something, “oh yeah,” he commented, and I wondered if he was just excited to see me naked. Then, offering me the package as his eyes lingered on my boobs slightly too long to be just an accident he explained its presence, “LK asked me to give you this.”

“What is it?” I asked but the guy just shrugged in response.

Taking hold of it I opened the package to see it contained a dress, well I thought it was a dress as it was so small it was actually difficult to tell. “Right,” I said as I noticed that he was now staring at my pussy, “I think you better stick with me while I get ready.”

The guy nodded and I realised that I was not even certain that he had truly understood what he had agreed to. So, just to make sure there was no confusion I took hold of his hand and guided him up the stairs towards the bathroom.

“I’m not allowed to fuck you,” he stammered as we reached the top of the stairs.

“I guessed that,” I replied with a wink.

“Did you?” the guy seemed offended at the comment.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am sure you will be allowed your chance later.”

“Really?” the guy seemed surprised yet reassured by my comment and it seemed to put a smile on his face.

Dropping the dress on the floor outside the bathroom, I led him inside, keeping the door open. I let him watch as I showered, keeping the curtain open so he could see every curve of my body. Then, stepping out I let him pad my wet skin down with a towel until it was dry. “Pass me the dress again,” I instructed, and I watched the material of his trousers pull tight over his arse cheeks as he bent over in the doorway to pick it up.  When his time came, I was sure he would fuck me like a pile driver, and I could not wait for that moment.

He handed me the dress and I pulled it on over my head, it clung tight to my body. A deep cowl neck meaning my breasts were only just covered by the material while the hem clung to the bottom of my arse cheeks.

“What do you think?” I asked as I did a little twirl for him.

“Oh God, why can I not fuck you right here?” he replied.

 

Selecting a pair of stupidly high heels, I bid farewell to Sophie and Cyril as the guy led me down the drive to the small convertible car, he had used to collect me. Opening the passenger door, he watched as I climbed into the seat, the skirt riding up so that he was able to look directly at my vagina. Then, climbing into the other side the guy drove my out of town and up into the nearby hills where, he turned onto a dirt road which the car gently bumped along until it reached a small yet empty car park. The guy exited the car and ran round to my side where he opened the door for me, “you need to get out here.”

I did as I was told and as I did so LK appeared out of the tree line. “What do you need me to do?” I asked my lover as he approached across the gravel of the car park.

“My family have said that they do not believe that a white girl can be such a slut.”

“Really?” I replied.

“Yes, they are demanding proof that you are a slut before you can meet them. Without that meeting you cannot be my wife.”

“Have they not seen my calendar?”

LK grinned at the memory of me being fucked by so many men. “They have but they say it does not count as some of them were white, so they are demanding a live stream of you being fucked by black men only.”

“And let me guess, you have come up with a crazy way of doing this?”

“How did you know?”

“Because it is you and as well as being hung, you are a pervert.”

“Right,” LK replied with a laugh, “well I want you to get back in the car and this time you will notice the small camera that has been filming you ever since you started.”

“OK.”

“And take this,” LK handed me a mobile phone, “I will text addresses to you and your driver will take you there. When you get there, do not ask for names, do not suggest that you are not up for whatever is offered. Instead, just please every black guy present.”

“And then?”

“And then, when you are finished, the driver will bring you home and my family will be happy.”

I got into the car and this time, as LK had suggested I could see the camera. It was just above the sun visor on my side of the vehicle. “Hi,” I said looking straight at it, “I hope this thing comes with sound?”

“Right,” LK said from his position outside of the car, “the driver knows the first destination and he will take you there.”

“I do?” the driver asked shocked at the comment.

“Yes, it is your father’s house.”

Surprisingly the young lad seemed very relaxed about the fact that he was taking me to his father’s house and as the car pulled back onto the road, curiosity got the better of me. “How are you so cool about taking me, a woman you want to fuck, to your father’s place to be fucked?”

“Because I am my father’s son.”

“Meaning?”

“He has always preferred sticking his cock into a willing woman than being a good father and husband.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I’m just the same, only unlike him I have no intention of settling down.”

“So, he has always fucked around?”

“Yeah, I was an accident, my mother got pregnant when she forgot to take her pill, he tried to be a Dad, but even on the day I was born, he missed the birth because he was balls deep in some slut.”

“He is a nasty one then?”

“Yeah, he is, but can you blame him when he gets to fuck eager whores like you?”

I pondered the question for a moment but could find no reason to disagree.

“How does he know LK then?”

“LK is his nephew.”

“Oh,” I replied, realising that I was already keeping it in the family for my new fiancé.

We pulled into a road and the slowed to a crawl before coming to a final stop outside of a small, detached house. “Here we are,” the driver said with a smile, “be warned, the neighbours disapprove of my father’s behaviour.”

“Well,” I replied looking at the house where I was about to be fucked and the properties either side, “I guess they would never approve of my lifestyle then.”

Getting out of the car, I noticed a curtain twitching in the downstairs window of the house to the left. It made me stop, and I looked at the window and smiled. Normally when someone was so anti the lifestyle it was often more jealousy than disgust that drove them and I wondered if that was the same here.

I approached the house, finding the door already open and, as I stepped inside, I found myself confronted by a naked, black woman with a shaved head. Her skin was as dark in tone as any skin I had ever seen. Short, she was also completely smooth while in her hand she held a camera with which she filmed me.

“Are you?” I pointed over my shoulder towards the outside to indicate I was talking about my driver.

“No,” she cut me off, “I’m the third wife, the last two disapproved of the lifestyle, so he married me instead.” As she spoke there was a hint of an accent that led me to think that she was from LK’s family home.

“Oh,” I replied, “so you are familiar with the family lifestyle?”

“I’m a distant cousin, I was raised in it, trained in it, LK was the guy who took my virginity.”

“That must have been a challenge?”

“It was but it also ensured that I would never want to live another way.”

Taking a step forward, I narrowed the gap between the two of us, “may I kiss you?” I asked, a hint of nervousness in my voice. The woman nodded in agreement and then, holding the camera at arms length so that she could film the two of us, we embraced.

I was not exactly tall, but this other woman was even shorter than me and I had to bend forward slightly so that our lips could meet.  We kissed gently, our mouths open, her tongue brushing against mine. She tasted sweet and the thought of us making love for a room full of horny men filled my mind. Suddenly, a hand touched me on the shoulder, and I realised that she was pushing me down, onto my knees before her.

Kneeling, I found myself looking directly at her smooth snatch, the inner labia poking out slightly between the outer lips, her clitoris noticeably swollen so that the hood was just visible. “Eat me,” she whispered above me as she opened her legs and put her free hand on the back of my head. Pulling me in, I glanced up and noticed that she now held the camera directly in front of her again, filming me as I approached her pussy, my mouth open and tongue poking out.

Slowly, I ran my tongue along the labia, until just the tip was touching her clitoris and I gently wiggled it back and fore. A gasp from above let me know I was doing the right thing and I pushed my tongue back underneath. The labia squeezed under my touch, and I felt a drop of cum drip out of her and into my mouth, I swallowed it willingly while my eyes glanced back up to her.

“Oh yeah,” she commented, “I forgot to say that my husband and his brother were so excited by the thought of today that they took it in turns to fuck me last night.” Hearing that she might still have even more cum inside her I pushed forward, my tongue trying to plunge deep into her hole. “Hang on,” she said with a laugh, pushing my head away with as she placed the palm of her hand against my forehead.

I watched as she set up the camera on a tripod and aimed it at the staircase which was directly behind her. Then, sitting on the steps, she raised a finger and beckoned towards me as she lifted her legs in the air and parted them. Crawling across the floor, I nuzzled her clitoris with my nose before pushing forward with my tongue again.

This time, her lips parted easily and soon I could taste the cum of a man again. She loosened up quickly under my touch and using two fingers, I pushed them inside alongside my tongue. “I want you to fist me,” she whispered, and I pulled my mouth away from her, leaving my fingers in their place as they slid in and out of her horny body.

“Really?” I asked and she nodded in reply. Sliding my fingers out, I lifted a third alongside the first two before pushing them back inside, my hand gently pumping in and out of her.

Now comfortable that she was getting increasingly turned on, I increased the number of fingers until I was inserting my hole hand up to the point of the knuckles. “How big a hand can you take?” I asked as I prepared to push further.

“This is about the maximum, your knuckles will take me to the limit.”

I nodded, knowing that I would now easily be able to prove myself as a bigger slut than this woman who was obviously welcomed within the family.

Leaning forward, I kissed her clitoris for a moment and then, slowly, I pushed forward with my hand. Not just to the point of the knuckles but beyond, shaping my hand so that it was as round as possible I slipped it inside, causing the woman to moan in the process as my fist fitted inside.

Carefully, I moved my hand back and fore as I watched the expectation of orgasm build on her face. She groaned loudly and I knew that the point of no return was near, the noise was so great though that I did not hear her husband approach.

I was on all fours, my hand deep in her cunt when I realised that someone was starting to push fingers into mine. Looking over my shoulder I noticed that a black man of about 45, was touching me from behind, his fingers pushing into me one by one, and I let him. I presumed it was her husband, but I could not be certain.

It did not take long for the man to slide into me to the point that his knuckles were pushing against my labia. “Do you think you could take it?” the woman asked, and I glanced up to see she was watching me being fingered.

“Why doesn’t he try and see what happens?” I replied and a flash of shock crossed her face, she was clearly amazed that I was prepared to try his fist.

“Do it,” she commanded, looking over my shoulder and spreading my legs and dropping my hips slightly I prepared myself mentally and physically for the insertion. The man pushed into me and there was a sudden pain as I realised just how big is hand was and he pulled back again.

“She can’t take me,” he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Wait,” I replied, and I slid my hand from the woman and shifted round so that I was on my back. Then, hoisting my legs in the air I took hold of my ankles so that I forced my legs to be wide, “now try.” I felt the fingers pushing into me again and this time when the knuckles reached me there was still some pain, but it was lesser than before, and the fist slipped into me.

“Fuck,” I said as I felt myself being filled like never before when someone had used a hand on me. Then, dropping myself back, I lay on the floor as the woman stepped over me until she could squat on my face. As she did so another dollop of cum dripped from her and on to my tongue and then I found my face embedded deeply into her cunt.

Moaning repeatedly at being fisted, I realised quickly that my sounds were being muffled as my mouth was full of clitoris and labia. While the woman sitting on my face, groaned and rubbed herself back and fore over my face. She was now getting very close to cumming and I was going to get a face full of her juice.

Then, she exploded and, as she did so, she screamed as her cunt squirted all over my face. Almost drowning me in the amount of liquid that she produced. Dropping to the side, she slid off of my face and left me to the man who now removed his fist from my pussy and instead hefted his sizeable cock. Lifting it upwards so that I could see it, he slid in between my legs until finally he was ready to penetrate me.

Having just received his large fist, his cock seemed small in comparison, but I knew that it was the exact opposite. In reality he was only a couple of inches smaller than LK in both length and girth and so he filled me well.

“You’re doing well for white trash,” he said as he shoved himself deeper into me, his hips moving aggressively so that I was fucked hard by even the standards of black men.

“Thank you,” I replied, as deep inside I felt the prick of excitement at being called white trash. “This white slut just wants to prove herself as worthy of superior, black men.”

“Yeah,” the man replied with a grin, and he leaned forward in order to drive himself into me even harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that each time he pulled out he bucked me upwards, making sure that he did not fall out and allowing him to pump into me with even more force. It had the desired effect and a moment later I heard him grunt as his hot cum exploded from the end of his dick. There was a lot of cum and it filled my hole in a way that very few men could.

Leaving him to grind back and fore gently, I felt his cock still twitching inside me, still depositing cum into my well fucked hole. “You can handle all that cum?” he asked, and I smiled in reply before reaching up with my head to kiss him on the lips.

Then, pulling out, he stood back up and while he looked down at me, he helped the woman back to her feet.  “Time for you to leave,” he said and taking hold of me by the arms he pulled me to my feet before dragging me to the front door.  Opening it, he pushed me through it and into the outside. The woman threw a white envelope after me and then he closed the door.

I found myself standing in the small front garden, my dress hitched up so that my bum was exposed while the man’s cum leaked from my pussy. Looking round, I realised that one of the neighbours was watching me, shock on their face as they saw my dishevelled look.

Straightening my dress, I picked up the white envelope and smiled at them. “You should stick to your own kind,” the neighbour shouted, and I realised the problem. It was not that this neighbour disapproved of the lifestyle, it was that they were racist.

“Why would I do that?” I called back.

“Because we would treat you better.”

The comment made me scoff, “nah, you know that’s not true, your kind would treat me just as rough in the bedroom, but you would also treat me like shit the rest of the time and your cocks are so tiny as well.”

“You call that being treated well?” they replied.

“No, but then I am trying to demonstrate that I am worthy of black cock slut status.” Ignoring any further comments, I walked back down the garden path to the waiting car and the driver.

Climbing into the passenger seat, my driver looked at me, “did you enjoy meeting my father?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a grin, “and your step-mother.”

“Good, I watched the whole thing!” He waved a mobile phone in the air to indicate that he had watched the live stream and then took the envelope from me.  Ripping it open, he stared at the contents, “now I am to take you to my uncle.”

“Your father’s brother?”

“Yes, he is far more of a pervert than my father,” he commented as he took hold of the steering wheel and guided the car away from the kerb.

 

It was not a long drive and the car soon pulled up outside a block of flats. “Before you go in,” my driver said, “the letter says you need this.” Reaching over he opened the glove box and pulled out a bag. I stared at it, wondering what was inside and then pulling on the draw strings that held it shut I removed the contents.

“A butt plug,” I commented as I removed the item from the bag before placing it in my mouth. A bottle of lubricant fell out alongside it and in only a couple of minutes I was ready to insert it. Sliding my hips forward and opening my legs so that cum dripped from my already full pussy I searched for my bum hole and then carefully inserted it.

Getting out of the car, I straightened my dress and gave the driver a smile before heading for the flats.  As I approached the door, it was opened by a black man who was dressed in such a smart suit that it was almost like a uniform.

“You must be LK’s slut?” the man said in such a professional voice that it felt so strange to hear it. Like I was not there to offer myself as a sexual object for his use.

“Yes.”

“Well, I am the brother of the man who has just used you and I intend to take that use to another level.”

“Thank you.”

“I wouldn’t thank me, yet! I’d wait to see if you can survive it first.”

I raised an eyebrow in reply as the brother pulled a collar from his pocket and fastened it around my neck, a leash hanging down between my cleavage. Pulling on it, he tested my resilience, and he must have found himself happy with the outcome as he was quickly tugging me along towards the lifts.

As we waited for the lift to arrive, the brother took hold of the top of my dress and ripped it open, exposing my breasts. I made no objection to the treatment and as the lift gave out a high- pitched ping to announce that it had arrived I waited for the doors to open. Inside I knew full well that the way the day had gone, there was going to be someone inside and I was not disappointed.

“Playing more of your games?” a female voice said as the occupant of the lift stepped out. A black woman, tall and thin, she was obviously a dominatrix, dressed as she was in a PVC dress with thigh high boots. Behind, two white men walked, naked but for the collars fitted to their necks and the cages that constrained their small dicks.

“Yes, Miss Johnson,” the brother replied with a smile. “Fresh meat for the club on the top floor.” As he spoke, he indicated towards me and taking hold of one of my nipples he tweaked it hard.

I bit my tongue rather than make a noise and watched Miss Johnson as she smiled at my reaction. “You just don’t know how to hurt them properly,” she replied and bending over she pulled out a long cane that had been secreted in a special holster on her right boot. It swished through the air twice as Miss Johnson swung it experimentally and then with a crack, she landed it on the balls of the right most of her two slaves. He crumpled with a keening sound, falling to the floor, his body drawn up into a ball. “See!”

“Feel free to have a go,” the brother replied and as I continued to watch she swung the cane towards me, the tip of it catching me on the very edge of the nipple. The pain was sudden and explosive, and I could not avoid letting out a yelp of pain as my body doubled over.

“Stand back up,” she commanded and taking a deep breath I did as instructed as I felt the first tears building up in my eyes. The cane swung again, this time catching the other nipple with just as much pain as the first time. This time I was more prepared for it though and except for a small grunt of pain I hardly moved. “The slut learns fast,” Miss Johnson said to the brother, “but can she cope with real pain?”

The brother seemed to smile at the comment as Miss Johnson looked me in the eye. “Open your legs,” she commanded, and I did so, letting a small amount of cum to escape in the process. It dripped onto the floor and Miss Johnson looked at me, “you’ve already been fucked today then?” I said nothing and soon the pain of the cane catching the inside of my thigh greeted me. “Answer the question slut.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied.

“Who was it?”

“His brother, about half an hour ago.”

Miss Johnson looked over at the brother and gave a little smile as I felt one of her fingers reach between my legs and tease my clit until it was rock hard. “Pull up the hem of your dress,” she commanded, and I did so, exposing my lower half completely to anybody who might have entered the building.

“Good bitch,” Miss Johnson said, “but you still need to learn.” The next swish of the cane came unexpectedly, and it cracked across my labia, catching my clitoris in the process. To say the pain was intense would be an understatement but outwardly I did not flinch or make a sound and Miss Johnson gave an approving nod of the head.

“Maybe that just didn’t hurt enough,” Miss Johnson said with a smile, “lie down on the floor.”

I did as commanded, my back pressing against the cold marble of the floor while using her cane, Miss Johnson used gentle tap of the cane to guide me into position.

“Perfect,” she commented as I found myself lying on the floor, breasts and cunt exposed to the world, my legs open, cum slowly dribbling out onto the tiles. Then, without warning, the cane cracked down across both breasts, catching the nipples in the process. It was painful and yet at the same time, so erotic and I could not help but let out a gentle moan. “Good,” she said with a sadistic smile, it appears that you understand about being truly submissive to your black overlords.”

“Yes Mistress,” my voice was soft and as pliant as I could manage.

“In a few moments, you will go upstairs to the club, and they will do their best to destroy you, my aim now is to make you as raw as possible before you even get there.”

“Thank you,” I replied as my mind filled with worry about what was about to happen. I did not have to wait long though to find out, the cane swished through the air repeatedly, in wide, powerful arcs. Each stroke catching across my labia, clitoris and inner thigh until each mark merged into the others and the whole area felt on fire. Then, just as quick as it had started, it stopped and as I opened my eyes again, I realised that Miss Johnson was, without further comment, walking away, her heels clicking on the floor.

Holding out a hand, the brother helped guide me back to my feet. He smiled, as he looked me up and down, “it looks red raw,” he said, and I realised he was talking about my pussy. Following his gaze, I looked down and saw that the smooth skin was bright red from the number of cane strokes I had received. Using a hand, I touched it and found it hot under my fingertips, not just from pain but also from the unspent sexual energy that now filled me.

“I really need to be fucked,” I said, looking the brother in the eyes, as I gave him a pleading look.

“All in good time,” he said and then taking hold of the remains of my dress he ripped it off so that I stood naked but for my heels and collar.

The lift pinged again, and the doors opened to reveal an older couple. They stepped out into the hallway the old man’s eyes lighting up on seeing my naked body. Next to him, the woman’s eyes filled with rage, “Bill, avert your eyes,” she said, and I noticed that her partner obeyed the command. Then, taking a step towards me, she met my own gaze. “Your one of those women who gives themselves up to the blacks!” There was real venom in her voice as she spoke, and I realised that she gave the brother a withering look as she said it.

“Yes, I am, black only and very proud of it.”

The woman tutted at my reply, “then you are nothing, but an animal like them.” As she spoke, she again gave the brother a look of disgust, “a white woman who lets black men fuck her is nothing better than the cheapest of junkie whores.”

“You’re just jealous because you never had a good black cock in your wrinkled cunt!”

Immediately I knew that I had said the right thing as the woman swung with her hand, catching me with a flat palm across my face. It stung, and I felt my eyes fill with water as I fought back the urge to cry. Instead, I locked my jaw in place and gave the woman a defiant look.

“You disgust me,” she said one last time and then, pushing past me she headed for the building exit. As he past, the old man, glanced at me, a smirk on his face and as our eyes met, he winked.

“How do you feel?” the question broke the tension that had built up in the air.

“I need to get fucked by some horny black guys,” I replied and with a nod of his head, the brother grabbed hold of the leash and pulled me into the lift with a tug on the collar.

Find out what happens next in The Rugger Whore 7