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What seemed like a full day of interracial orgy waned sometime around 4 p.m. Both Trisha and Sandy had their fantasies fulfilled, and their pussies filled full with fresh semen from at least two men apiece. Most of the activity was reserved for Pet, since she was the major partner in the new corporate venture, and the others were considered merely an effort in customer relations. Whatever they were, Trisha and Sandy were satisfied with their exploits, having dared together to cross the boundaries into taboo sex that was to be their secret with Pet.
Pet, meanwhile, was used like a human possession by the men, especially Darden. He was the true leader of the group, and his ever present dictatorial style of telling everyone what would and wouldn't be done made him the man in charge. It's funny how everyone joins right in behind a leader, trusting their judgement and blindly obeying their commands. It was the same for Darden and his new business partner, Pet, who was his link to the common world. Everything that Darden said about Pet was true, if not entirely honest, so it was easy for her to be led along. She was built up as a full business partner with unique creative skills, and a sense of adventure that would ensure success in the partnership. She believed Darden who bolstered her ego with platitudes of great writing, bold and fearless story lines on which she was willing to stake her reputation. That showed confidence and commitment, and was swallowed by Pet, Trisha and Sandy, hook line and villainous snicker.
Trisha expressed her undying amazement at Pet's inventiveness and guts. She was pleased to no end that she had found, not only a foundation for her new literary venture, but a person with dedication, commitment, and a phenomenal talent for living life, not just writing about it. The women were also indebted to Pet for having brought the opportunity of experiencing their fantasies out in the open, and providing a real mind blowing experience so mindlessly wild that they truly became blood sisters.
Pet, quite frankly, didn't know what to think. She was trying desperately to play down and close out what had occurred the week before, but these new events, involvement of her publisher, and her deep seeded physical passion had kept her going on a spiraling path. She was putty in Darden's hands, following his every word and consenting to being part of his grand scheme. Pet was terrified at the potential impacts to her personal and public life, but was inextricably drawn by the praise, potential notoriety, and pure animal lust that was coursing through her loins. She had become a white slut like she never before imagined, and she felt that playing the game well might provide that opportunity for eventual escape. However, the pit she was digging became only deeper, and her excuses seemed to justify the pure wanton scenes she was playing. The satisfaction was so intense, that she was ripped apart by the opposite fears of being exposed, and the fear of losing this euphoria. And so, her body convinced her mind into believing she was doing the right thing, and she always did her best at whatever she did.
"Trisha, Sandy, I'm not sure that you realize what a prize you have in Pet," Darden started. "I've never seen her kind of dedication and inventiveness in any other venture. For example, she specifically made us promise not to let her know what's to happen to her next. That way she claims that her reactions will be spontaneous and more inspiring for her story development. She especially wanted us to keep the events from her husband, Rick, so that the added element of infidelity would add spice to her creations. Now, what do you think of that?"
Trisha was dressing as she responded, "Pet, you're amazing. We knew you had talent, but to concoct a wild scheme such as this just blows me away! Tell me you're going to keep this up for a good long time. Please, oh please tell me that you have hundreds of these stories yet to develop."
"Well, you said that the potential for success was unlimited for a person with something unique. If you really think we can work this line, then I suppose a few more stories won't hurt. That is, I mean, I'll have to try them first," Pet said as she lounged nude across the laps of two black bucks.
Darden piped in, "That's just it, darlings, we create the situations, and she transforms the living fantasies to paper. That's the beauty of the business, and, besides, there is another aspect to the company other than stories."
"Really, what's that?" asked Sandy.
"The services, of course. The program is based on a very discreet service of providing breeding, master/slave training, interracial experiences, private training for mothers and daughters, and special requested services along the same lines. In the past, we've had some very unusual fantasies to fulfill, some that even required a legal release to ensure protection against potential litigation."
"My God, Pet, you really are thinking ahead. But there's one catch," said Trisha. "Understand that today was just a new fling for Sandy and me, and that I get the film taken of us. The other stuff strictly involves Pet and not us. Is that clear?"
"Oh, very clear. Pet is becoming your star cock sucker." The man whose lap Pet was spread over pushed her head down as he stuffed her mouth with his cock to make the point. Darden continued as she sucked, "However, that won't be possible. You see, that's part of that protection against legal action that I was talking about. Your albums and video files will be kept quite safe in our vaults. If at any time you get a notion to disagree with the program, well.... I'm afraid that's when your fetish may be used to our advantage. As you might imagine, all protection is not necessarily in the form of legal agreements." Darden smiled genuinely, and cupped Trisha's breast as he said the word fetish.
It was Trisha's and Sandy's turns to go white, realizing the implications of their indiscretions. Trisha mumbled a few half words, but failed to form a complete sentence before Darden interrupted her attempt.
"Now, I understand what you're trying to say, but realize that it's for your own good, and mine," he said as he wrapped one arm around each of the women. "Just look at that pretty picture over there. Just fascinating, isn't it?" Pet's head was bobbing up and down, her cheeks bulging as her white face was stretching around the black cock in her throat. Her small fingers surrounded the peach size black balls at the base of the shaft, and she was engulfing the meaty rod, waiting for the impending explosion. As Pet sucked on the man's pee stick, Darden lowered his voice and spoke to Trisha and Sandy, "In fact, there's the matter of Pet's next adventure, and one with which I'm sure you'll want to help. Here's the deal, next Saturday..." And as he laid out the plan, the women's pallor changed from white to flush red and a smile that grew across their faces as they listened. In a few minutes it was Trisha and Sandy that were holding onto Darden's arms as they stared back at Pet.
Her left leg was held wide as the black stud spread her pussy and fingered her clit to climax. Her shivers were met with a blast of hot fresh sperm shooting into Pet's mouth, and the man held her head to make sure she took it all down her throat. The taste of a black man's seminal fluid being pumped into her in front of her friends played with her mind, telling her that she'd lost all sense of self-respect. With her dignity gone, she continued to swallow, her nose against the man's black contracting balls and two black fingers buried in her wet snatch. Trisha and Sandy, satisfied with Pet's last performance, kissed Darden on the cheek and made their exit. Pet merely allowed the dark sausage to soften as she held the treasure between her lips.

After her publishers had left, Pet spent more time with the photo session, posing with her blacks in every conceivable sexual position. Darden explained that it was necessary for the stories, and that new brochure material was needed. Pet protested about the brochures, but was quickly put in her place with threats of release to her family. Above all, she wanted to avoid her family knowing at all costs, and played along if there was the slightest chance of the men being satisfied, and taking their photos and leaving. However, something inside told her that she should fear the worst, and that kept her in a state of total fright.
The photos were really posed quite well, and Pet was an excellent choice to depict the shy white housewife that had turned to a black cock loving slut. The men had a definite series in mind, and began with simple photos of Pet in various states of undress, to a shot of Pet's face covered in cum as she held a huge black cock on her cheek. Her mouth was half open, and a pool of white jizm could be seen inside, ready to be swallowed as she looked into the camera with her beautiful green eyes. As the positions changed, more photos were taken of the blonde wife in different positions, having black cocks inserted into her body. Oral insertions, combination oral and pussy, and even one where a black pole was poised to enter her ass while another fucked her slit, and she was being face fucked, all while she held huge slabs of black meat in each hand to the side all at the same time. They were all there in a special edition of what was to be their flagship picture set of their "poster child housewife." Darden followed with another set that consisted of a series of cum shots from the men she was servicing. The final photos showed her virtually covered in sticky white goo, with black hands spooning the cum from inside her. These were added to shots of her sucking copious amounts cum directly from her pussy through a clear tube to her awaiting mouth.
Just before supper, Pet was driven to a two hour photo kiosk at a mall near Tampa. One of the blacks used Darden's convertible, and Pet rode in the passenger seat clothed only in a white mesh swimsuit cover. The youth in the kiosk was known to the Darden, and had worked with him in the past. He knew what to expect from the photos, and promised to have them ready in a couple of hours as he stared at Pet in the front seat. Dinner consisted of a quick meal fixed by Pet, and served with the required wine. Then it was back to pick up the pictures. As the youth handed the pictures to the man, he grinned and stared at Pet asking, "Say, you got a daughter? I was popular with the daughters you know."
Pet got a chill down her spine, and merely lowered her eyes and shook her head as she tried desperately to cover up. It was no use, since she had the option of covering her pussy or her tits, and she considered her pussy the more important. That left her nipples to point exquisitely out between the mesh opening of her cover up, exposed to the full view of the black men who laughed at her uneasiness. To make matters worse, the man in the driver's seat began going through the pictures right there with the black attendant leaning through the window to look over his shoulders. As the man flipped from picture to picture, he handed them one by one to Pet, who suffered the comments of how good she looked with a mouthful of sperm, or how it must feel to stick their dicks into her white hole. She was asked to pick her favorites, and she knew that if she didn't, it would be reported to Darden, so she selected several of the most explicit shots, after which she was required to tell them why they were her favorites. Totally embarrassed, Pet forced herself to mouth words she never used before. Words like fuck, blowjob, semen, cum, ass, and cunt flowed from her lips in defiant sentences as something else flowed from between her legs. Pet could no longer control her physical reaction to her treatment, and her body naturally produced the vaginal fluids intended to make intercourse easier.
The final blow came when the man handed the young black attendant Pet's selection and said, "Here, keep a set for yourself, and make two more sets. We'll pick them up tomorrow." Once again, Pet flushed with anxiety and fear.
The evening was spent pouring over the photo sets, which were paid for using Pet's credit card. Pictures that matched the lines of Pet's story were selected for scanning and insertion into the text. All the while, Pet participated in the choices, and carefully labeled the pictures with a corresponding location in the manuscript. She was quite a sight on her hands and knees, nude, pouring intently over hundreds of frames spread all over the floor. But, like the professional that she was, she took pride in her work, and felt that it was one thing that this situation couldn't diminish. As she wiggled around the floor, she had her butt probed, her pussy fingered at will, and her tits milked as they swayed below her like udders. The odd thing was that Pet was enjoying the casual charm of constant attention, and found that by wiggling her ass back at the black hands or dicks, she was keeping herself in a state of arousal. When all was done, the pictures sorted, and the extras catalogued she sat back expecting to have her passions satisfied. She was confused as to why she felt this way, but she was also caving in to the overwhelming physical emotion. What she didn't realize was that this was all part of the plan, to play with her mind so that her body would follow not only voluntarily, but enthusiastically.
Pet was right on target, and this time she was looking forward to the sexing. The blacks surrounded her, laving her with attention. She sucked stiff dicks at will, while another black was forcing his rod into her pussy. She spread her legs willingly, allowing the black meat inside her baby hole, and reached to fill each hand with solid black flesh. Pet arched her back as she sucked the black knob of a horse sized cock attached to shining balls just waiting to empty into her mouth. Flicking pee holes, sucking ball sacks, and relaxing her throat for deep insertion was only the precursor to feeling blasts of hot white goo pour into her blonde head. She gave equally as free of her hot wet cock chute, being stretched to perfection with shiny black skin pulsing with shot after shot of black baby seed. Pet moaned every time she felt the warm fluid cover her vaginal walls, and thrust up to meet the squirting pricks as they pumped sperm into her white body. Pet tried desperately to force the cock heads through her cervix, crying in pain, but lost in uncontrollable desire to have it enter her womb. She was fucked throughout the night, not forcibly, but casually and consistently as she wished. Only when her body was full, and the men's balls were completely drained did they fall to sleep. Pet's white body and blonde head was comfortably cradled in the midst of five jet black bodies, and her dreams were filled with thoughts of the invading tools, one of which was still buried in her snatch.

Instructions were again given for Pet to write a second story, based on her mid-week adventure, and have it ready by the following Wednesday. While this only allowed her one week, what disturbed her even more were the orders to return the next Thursday for a possible extended stay, say up to four days. As she drove home she fidgeted with another contorted plan on how to handle Rick and their friends. The stories she was devising were just too wild for any normal erotic author, especially one for a women's magazine, and the inquiries from Rick were becoming more pointed. "If only I can distract him with more boat details," she thought to herself. It would be more plausible to expect a lightning bolt to strike and erase all traces of the last week, but as it was, she had to deal with reality.
What was particularly difficult was that fact that Pet's birthday was the next Friday, and she and Rick always celebrated their birthdays in some special way. Problem was that the special way was always a surprise, and she had no clue as to what Rick was planning, but was sure that the world would come to an end if she messed up his plans. It seemed as if there was no way out, except to make some excuse that her publisher's special requests were more special than her birthday this year. Again, the plans started falling into place, and she contrived the story that her publisher's new magazine had incredible potential for financial success, but it would depend on Pet producing several initial stories. "Yes, that's it," she thought to herself. "I'll say that Trisha wants me sequestered away for a few days to ensure completion of her the stories for her deadline, and that she would make it up to me in spades."
Pet was convincing herself that she could pull it off once more, but was panicked about two other things. First, she was beginning to ovulate, meaning that not only she would be in her high cycle in the coming week, but she would be most vulnerable to becoming pregnant. She could never explain anything remotely plausible to her family if she were to be knocked up, and especially impregnated with at black child. The horror was unthinkable, but the possibility was definitely coming, and she would have to face the risk. Her mind said stop, but her body said go, and her body was winning.
Second, her soap opera problem wasn't the only thing making her fidget in the car. She was released to go home about noon on Wednesday, but Darden insisted that she accompany him on one stop in Tampa. It wasn't a particularly good part of town, and as they walked to the establishment, her heart sank when she read that it was a tattoo parlor. Darden's words rang in her ears, "If your going to be a black man's slut, you'll have to be marked as such." She stood frozen as Darden talked to the young good looking lady behind the counter, then turned to escort her to the back room. Pet was then instructed to sit in what looked like a dentist's chair, and hike her short skirt up to her waist. In a flash, her legs were strapped in and spread wide, exposing her well fucked and totally bare pussy. Tears were flowing from her face as the lady and her male assistant crouched between her legs and pinched her clitoris. Pet saw the needle, felt the stabbing pain, then tried desperately to imagine what had been done as the pain began to subside. The woman backed away, and the three people gazed with admiration at Pet's vagina. Pet looked down and saw a simple, but exquisite gold ring surrounding her clitoris, which had just been pierced and adorned with the jewelry. She had seen these on several women at the nudist resort, but would never dare have one herself for fear that Rick would kill her. Now she had no choice, and would have to live with the attraction to her clit. This she couldn't hide, and she would just have to tell Rick that it was a birthday present to herself. As she walked out, Darden reminded the woman who had pierced Pet that she would be expected to the party on Saturday, and that she should bring her tools.
It was something new, but in a strange way, Pet enjoyed the wickedness of the clit ring. It was a constant reminder of her wild experience, and it stimulated her when she moved. She hoped that Rick didn't ask where she got it done, and who did it, but she felt that the shock of seeing it would be enough to distract the conversation into another wild storytelling session. Her mind wondered who would be the first to see. Rick? Kat? Maybe it would be John. "Mmmm...." She thought, "I wonder how it feels while having sex."

Pet thought herself fortunate since Rick had been called on a short trip to solve some apparent problem at work. He had left a message that he would return on Friday, and was gone when Pet arrived home. The ring in her pussy was uncomfortable only from the standpoint that it felt foreign to her, and not that it caused any real pain. She kept it clean as instructed, and by the morning it was healing well. However, there was the issue of how to deal with Kat who was due over as normal, and wanted to hear about her dealings with her publisher. If she only knew, Pet thought to herself, still wondering how to handle the news.
Pet was showered and nervously puttzing around the house, making ready for Kat who she could no longer avoid. The door opened on time, and in strolled Kat, removing her clothes as she normally did in the family room, then proceeding to the kitchen. Pet kept her back to her friend who made light conversation, and said that she wanted to hear the latest from Trisha and Sandy. Kat remarked on how good Pet's overall tan was, teasing that she must be visiting the club without her during the last week. Kat took a seat on the patio, helping herself to coffee while Pet finished cleaning some dishes from the night before.
"So tell me, Pet, how'd it go with Trisha? Does she like the material? Are you going to do more? Are WE going to do more? C'mon, I'm dying to know what's new," Kat said in one long breath.
Well, here it goes, Pet said under her breath, and she turned to face her friend under the patio umbrella. Pet walked straight toward Kat, proudly displaying her newly adorned hairless pussy. Kat almost spewed her coffee as her eyes locked onto the ring in Pet's clit.
"Holy shit! Pet! What have you been doing? You didn't!? I mean, you did! I mean..... shit, shit, shit!" Kat couldn't keep from staring at Pet's cunt, and Pet stood there in the sunlight proudly displaying her new jewelry, and figuring that the full frontal approach would be best.
"Outrageous, huh? It was quite a decision, but I was driving by the parlor when I told myself to just do it. Do it before I chicken out. So I promised myself that I wouldn't try to talk myself out of it for an hour, and by that time it would be done. Actually, I like it. I just hope Rick will like it." Kat was speechless and staring. "Well say something! Give me some moral support at least!" pushed Pet.
"Wow! It looks fabulous! I know we talked about this sort of thing, but I didn't think you were remotely serious. It really looks good, Pet." Pet was relieved at her friend's words. "Come here," Kat asked, and as Pet approached, Kat leaned forward and touched Pet's vaginal lips, something that the two had only kidded about in the past. However, she did it like she was stroking a precious gem, and gazed at Pet's pussy with admiration. "It looks better than I imagined it would. Did it hurt? And, my God, Pet...... who... how... where....?" Her voice trailed off not knowing how to ask.
Pet took a seat on the chaise lounge opposite Kat, and pulled one leg under her, spreading her pussy lips for her friend to see. She made up the story of her spontaneous act, but found that it excited her, so she told Kat that the man piercing smiled all the time and made her feel quite comfortable. By now, she secretly wished that it had been a man, and continued her story saying that she had gotten wet during the procedure. As she was telling the story, she flicked at the ring, and found that the stimulation got her wet right in front of her friend. The two laughed and joked at the brashness of Pet's adventure, and by the time they were talked out, Kat had committed to going back with Pet to get a matching ring.
"Can I feel it once more?" asked Kat as she sat next to Pet. She didn't wait for an answer, but played with the delicate ring and her friend's clit in one connected motion. Pet was soon breathing harder and her pussy was flowing with juice from. She couldn't believe the affect the ring was having on her, but she didn't object as Kat's initial touch turned into masturbating her friend in the open air. Kat couldn't keep herself from manipulating Pet's clitoris, seeing that she was turning her on and bringing her sexual satisfaction. The devilish attraction was too strong to stop, and Kat continued until Pet closed her eyes and screamed her climax at the hand of her friend. Her breathing slowly returned to normal while Kat smiled as she ran her soft hands over Pet's thighs.
Pet totally surprised herself and Kat as she sat up and kissed her friend. "Next time I want to taste it," Kat whispered wildly.
"Not before I taste yours!" Pet said as she moved around and pushed Kat onto the chaise. She dived between her legs and partook of a new and exciting flavor that she always considered forbidden. Instead of pushing her away, Kat moaned her pleasure and accepted Pet's tongue. Voicing instructions, Kat held onto Pet's head, alternately stroking her hair and pulling her closer for more pressure until she flooded her mouth with girl sperm. All her life, Pet had considered any lesbian contact as disgusting, but now it seemed quite natural. In fact, she was excited in realizing that she knew exactly how a woman wanted to be touched, and she took every advantage of that. She promised herself to dabble in that again sometime, but for now, it was black meat that was on her mind.
As they lay together in the sunlight, Kat fingered Pet's clit ring and said, "Pet, I don't want to wait. I want to do it now." Kat's request was the perfect puzzle piece to Pet's dilemma. Now she wouldn't be the only one to step over the line, and the two could stand together to bear the brunt of their husbands' disapproval. Or would it be excitement? Only time would tell, and so, the women dressed in only what was necessary to make them legal before heading off to Tampa.