Chapter 7

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 spiralling 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 favourites, 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 favourites. 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.