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By Jegglejug@aol.com


It was summer time in Pittsburgh and I was with one of my girlfriends trying to decide what to do with an afternoon off.
We were still dressed from work that morning, and on a dare, decided to see what an adult theater was like.
Never having been in one before, I was a little scared and excited at the prospect, so off we went.
It was the "Garden Theater", and was well known for its XXX rated movies.
I was dressed in a white nylon blouse, a red plaid pleated skirt and the usual assortment of undergarments; bra, tailored briefs, slip and open bottomed girdle and nylons. I wasn't into pantyhose at that time -- yet.
We went up to the theater and cautiously looked around to make sure we weren't seen by anyone we knew, then slipped inside after paying the $5.00 entrance fee.
It was dark, my, it was dark. My girl friend started immediately to say that we had made a mistake. However, I felt a strange calm -- like I was supposed to be there. It was funny, I could feel the presence of people all around me, but couldn't see a thing.
After 5 to 10 minutes, I was beginning to get my bearings. I was watching the screen all the while and it was mesmerizing. Two girls and a guy were really getting it off with each other. I was at home.
My friend, by now was ready to leave, and as I wanted to stay to see what was going on, she left without me. Chicken!!
As I grew accustomed to the dim lights, I saw that there was a glass wall in front of me about 10 feet in front of me about chest high. It seemed to offer some security, so I went up to it and rested my elbows on the ledge and watched the movie -- ha, I was watching the action all around me. All men! Some standing around just watching, some looking at me, about 8 to 10 in all.
I turned back and watched the movie for a while and maybe 5 minutes later, I felt someone behind me. I started breathing faster and didn't know what to do.
All of a sudden, a hard body pressed up against me and I could feel a huge cock rubbing against my ass through my clothes. Instant panic! I glanced back and saw that it was a very tall, well built black man, who smiled at me and said, "Wanna have some fun white bitch?"
Where do I run? Yet I was so excited -- I thought I'd cum in my panties, but at the same time I knew I shouldn't be doing this.
I felt his hands reach around me and cup my breasts through my nylon blouse, and I leaned back against him. His tongue found my neck and ear and his fingers my hard nipples.
"Yeah, white slut, you're ready for some training, I can tell," he said.
I didn't know the ramification of what he was saying at that time, but soon would. I was about to enter a realm of actions that I could not believe I would have ever done.
We stood there for a while with him rubbing his cock on my ass and rubbing my nipples through my blouse, bra and slip. I was getting very spacey -- and hot. My panties were wet and I could feel the liquid on my crotch.
He took my hand and put it on his cock and said, "Take it out and stroke it for me."
He put my fingers on his zipper, and what was I supposed to do? I unzipped him and put my hand inside his pants.
Wow, is all I could think. It was huge, and thick, and wet from the pre-cum that was copiously leaking from his uncircumcised dick. I ran my hand up and down pulling the foreskin back and forth and he said, "Turn around and take it out cunt!"
I did and he said, "Now get on your knees and kiss it."
I didn't know what to do, I wanted to, but with all the men around me, I was a bit scared. He grabbed my hair and pulled forcing me to bend down and then to kneel.
"Suck it, bitch," Was all he said. I couldn't resist the order and sank to my knees in total submission to that huge black cock. I kissed the tip and licked the pre-cum off and put my mouth on the smelly foreskin and pushed it back with my mouth.
He started to hump into me and then stopped. "Lick it clean, whore and get it ready for a good fuck."
I was horrified. Here I was on my knees sucking a black cock like a two-bit whore on Liberty Avenue. With an audience yet. How could I sink so low?
But little did I know how much lower I would eventually go to please my new black master (even though I did not know at the time that was what he would become).
With the huge black cock in my mouth, pushing the foreskin back and forth, I couldn't see too much but did notice more men around me with their cocks out watching my performance.
Worse than that, they all had their cocks out and were stroking them aimed at me. I didn't know what to do when suddenly I heard my the black man say, "Wanna shoot in her mouth? Only $5.00 each -- and that is a bargain."
He looked down at me and said, "You may not know it, but you just became a whore -- my whore. Get your whoring ass up and follow me."
I let his cock go and meekly followed him. He was so strong and I felt that I had to obey him -- and somehow I knew he was right.
We went into a dirty little back room where you couldn't see much, and he took me to a corner and had me kneel down again. I felt the slime and crud on my knees at once. He saw me hesitate and said, "You'll see worse than that cunt, now get down." My knees and legs were soaked, the nylon squishing and sliding around.
"All right guys," he said, "get in line and have your $5.00 ready. This slut will take your cum in her mouth when you're ready."
There were eight men in the line and each was stroking furiously. I had only sucked my husband once in a very long while and never had him cum in my mouth before. And here I was ready and willing to take eight unknown men into my mouth and swallow their cum.
For some strange reason I was in heaven knowing that I had found my place. I would do anything for my new master -- and two hours ago I did not even know him or about my new found subservience. I was his, to use as he wished. I was his whore, and loved it.
As I knelt there, the first cock was jammed into my mouth with the owner pumping furiously. He was a white guy, probably about 45 to 50 and average (about 6ft. with none of this 10" long and 5" around stuff -- those are few and far between -- I found out.)
Pre-cum was flying and he started to grunt, and I knew I'd better hurry. I opened my mouth just in time to feel a ropy stream of hot semen splash at the back of my throat, followed by five more blasts. I swallowed fast to keep it all in, but still couldn't help letting a few dribbles fall to the ground where it made a small puddle.
"Ok, whore, you spilt some of that precious cum," said my new master, "bend down and lick it up and don't miss any. Every time you spill some, you lick it up."
I was determined to be more careful after that. He pushed my head down to the slimy floor and rubbed my face in the slime. "Lick cunt, get it all. And hurry, there are people waiting on you."
At this point, I was borderline having an orgasm. I think he knew this, because he said, "Keep your hands off your cunt, you filthy slut. I'll tell you when you can cum and it is not now -- maybe not even today. Now get back on your knees and start earning me money."
I was learning quickly what humiliation, degradation and subservience was all about, and sort of enjoying it. Sort of! Hell, I was thrilled with the whole scenario and wanting more, and sure enough, there were seven more men waiting impatiently to cum in my mouth.
They were all sizes and shapes, but all about average in the cock department, (5 to 7") although looking back, I remember that a couple of them shot literally a quarter cup of cum, or so it seemed.
By the time I got to the last one, the front of my blouse was soaked and I had cum in my mouth, on my face, my hair, my lap and had to lick the floor a couple more times.
My face was black and sticky from having my face rubbed in the slime on the floor, and the overflow of the eight cocks cumming in my mouth.
A couple of them just had to pull out and shoot all over me. (couldn't be happy shooting in me, could they?) What was I to do? They had paid their $5.00, and I was their whore.
"Well, cum slut, you just made me $40.00, not bad for an hours work", my new master said -- and here is your share." Handing me $5.00, he said, "Get into the rest room and clean your face off, we ain't finished and who would want to fuck a face that looks like that?"
I went into the rest room and was immediately taken aback. This was a men's room and there were two men standing there urinating right in front of me. I looked back and my master who just nodded for me to go in.
He went in right behind me and stood beside the door to watch the action, I guess. The two men with their cocks out urinating, looked at me and smiled. "Well what do we have here?" the closest one said as he waved his cock around spreading piss all over every- thing. "Did you make a wrong turn at the light or are you looking for this?" He waved his growing member and it was very impressive, I might add.
"Hold his cock while he finishes pissing," my black master said, and indicated I was to take the smelly pissing cock in my hand. "And when he's finished, jack him off in the urinal."
I was embarrassed beyond belief. How could he ask (no, order) me to do this humiliating and degrading task. Yet I knew that I would do it.
As I reached down to take his cock into my hand, he moved it toward me and pissed all over my hand and splashed all over my filthy nylons and shoes.
"Take it you filthy slut," he said, and I meekly did just that.
He was just about finished and I milked the last few drops out and started stroking, as his penis began to engorge. It felt funny, here I was, filthy, covered in slime and cum, stroking a total strangers cock, and actually enjoying it.
I began to feel the power I had over men through my submission. His cock was growing larger and drops of clear fluid began to seep out the end of it. I took the lubricant he was generating onto my fingers and rubbed it all over the purple head, all the while looking him right in the eyes.
This did it, he grunted and wheezed and shot a healthy load all over the urinal.
"Now clean his cock off with your mouth, slut", my master said. I obediently dropped to my knees and did just that. I was not about to argue. His cock was, at least clean, but there was still some urine on it and I got my first (of many) tastes of piss. When I was done, he dried off his cock on my hair.
The other guy meanwhile had watched the action and jerked off into the urinal beside me. I still had to clean off his cock.
"You're learning, white slut, but you still have a long way to go. Now get yourself cleaned up and throw those filthy stockings away. How can you stand yourself, looking like that? Even my whores are cleaner than you."
"But... You made... I didn't..." I stammered.
I felt the slap across my face and fell backwards into the urinal. "White cum slut, you're the filthiest and most depraved cunt that I have come across in a good long while, and you do not talk back to me. You wanted everything you got and I can tell you still want more."
I lay there in the piss and cum, rubbing my sore cheek and contemplated his words. Yes, three hours ago, I was a respectable housewife, working for a bank and just doing what was necessary to maintain my status. I never dreamed that I would be in this kind of situation, but here I was.
And enjoying the degradation and humiliation. Lying on my back in a puddle of cum and piss across a urinal having just finished sucking off eight men and jacking them off and holding a pissing cock. And looking forward to more.
I was ordered to clean up as best I could, and to my surprise, my black master (and now my pimp?) stood by the door keeping anyone from coming in.
Apparently, he was well known in this area, as no one questioned him. Besides, being well over six feet tall (I found out later, six feet, five inches.) and probably pushing the scale at 240, who was going to argue with him?
So, why was I here? What had happened? I knew I should break and run as soon as I could, but I wanted to serve this man. I wanted to do anything he asked me to. His statements were orders.
He didn't have to threaten me -- I wanted to do it, and would do anything he asked of me, regardless of how degrading or humiliating.
And there were more testing times to come along. I had not even been allowed to service *him* yet...