I put my purse in my desk drawer. I stood up straight and took a few deep breaths before I went to the door of Mr. Johnson's office. He was sitting back in his chair waiting for me.
I started to knock but our eyes met and I put my hand down. I stepped inside and approached his desk. His eyes crawled over my body. He knew how much I despised him. For that reason he was really enjoying how hard this was for me.
He grinned and said, "Man! Kevin wasn't kidding. You look pretty fucking hot in that dress, bitch. I almost hate to have you take it off. Almost. Strip, bitch.
I reached behind my back and fumbled with the zipper. My hands were shaking and it took me a moment to get it started. Despite everything that had happened yesterday I was still nervous.
I pulled the zipper down and let the dress slip off of my shoulders. I stepped out of it and put it on a nearby chair. I stood up straight then and let his eyes take in my naked body. He stared at my exposed flesh for several minutes before he stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off. He returned to his seat, swiveled his chair around to the side and pointed to the floor at his feet.
I moved around his desk and dropped to my knees between his elephantine legs. I suppose that his cock wasn't really that small. It may have been six inches long. It just seemed small because of his huge stomach and thighs.
He didn't say or do anything so I leaned forward and struggled with his disgusting girth until I was able to get his soft cock in my mouth. He quickly became erect and I sucked as enthusiastically as I could so that I could get this over with.
He must have lasted ten minutes this time and there was much more cum than the first two times that I had sucked him off. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and he pushed my head away.
He nearly knocked me over when he stood up. I backed up and got to my feet and he ordered me to stand nearby. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a digital camera. He began directing me and taking pictures as I posed.
Until the night before last with Kevin I had never, I would never ever allow a nude picture of myself to exist. Now it hardly mattered. I was embarrassed and I hated that he would have these pictures of me to look at anytime he wanted. But compared to the pictures that Kevin and Lori had taken yesterday, these tame pictures hardly mattered.
The poses were getting more obscene. I was forced to pose with my legs spread while I held my pussy open so that he could photograph right up inside of me. I posed bent over with my back to him, holding my ass open and he was careful to make sure that my face was visible between my legs. I even posed sitting in a chair with my legs draped over the arms and masturbating.
He probably took thirty or forty pictures before he had me on my back on his desk with my legs spread. He took a few more pictures and then he stood over me and fucked me while I held my legs straight up. Well, not quite straight up. His belly pushed them half way down to my chest. But they started out pointing up.
I really didn't understand how he could cum twice in a row like this, especially after all the orgasms he had yesterday. I would have guessed that he was incapable of cumming at all if I had been forced to guess two days ago. He did it though. And just like yesterday his face was so red after he came that I wasn't sure he wasn't dying.
He pulled me up and forced me to worm my head into his crotch and suck him clean just as the front door opened and the agents started arriving. He reached for his pants and started dressing and while he pulled his pants on he said, "You know how I like to see you clean that nasty cunt of yours. bitch. Go on."
It was my turn to have a red face. I thought that this was one of the more disgusting things that they made me do. I reached down and managed to find a small dribble of cum. There was hardly any there at all. It wasn't the volume of liquid that made this so humiliating though. I put my slimy fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean just as someone knocked on the door and we heard Jon's voice ask sarcastically, "Is everyone decent?"
Mr. Johnson said, "Come on in, Jon. I'd say she's decent. I sure enjoy fucking her."
Jon opened the door and I saw that Pete was there with him. Jim hadn't come in yet.
They came in just as Mr. Johnson was sitting down. He ordered me to kneel in front of him again and when I had he made me put his shoes for him. As I slid them on his fat feet I couldn't help wondering how he did this at home. I would have bet a month's pay he couldn't reach his feet.
He slid his feet under the desk and I stood up and turned to see Pete and Jon undressing. Jon sniffed at the air and said, "Ahhhh! There's nothing I enjoy more than the smell of juicy pussy in the morning."
I didn't get the joke but the others thought that was amusing.
Pete sat in a chair and called me over. I went to him and got on my knees again. As I took his cock into my mouth I felt Jon playing with my asshole.
I got nervous as his finger played over me for a long moment. I could tell what he was thinking. Mr. Johnson interrupted his chain of thought and gave me something new to worry about. He said, "Remember what I told you Jon. We can't plow her ass until we get the word from Kevin. He has something planned for it. You don't want to screw up a good thing. Go ahead and fuck her cunt. You'll get your chance at her ass later."
Kevin had already mentioned that my ass was one of the cherries that he intended to take. I was trying not to think about it though. The idea that these guys were all anxious to fuck me there didn't do anything to calm my fears.
Jon, who had the largest cock of the four men I worked with, began working his hard cock into me from behind and it infuriated me that soon after he started fucking me, even with the distraction of Pete's cock in my mouth and throat, I felt myself becoming aroused and responding to the motion of that large cock in my pussy.
Not long after Jon started fucking me Pete said, "Jesus, Jon! When you began working on her with that big dick of yours she started going down on me like a great white! Look at her suck that thing!"
I hadn't realized that I was doing it. But as soon as he said that I became aware of what I was doing. Even knowing it though, I couldn't control it. I sucked enthusiastically on Pete's cock and Jon began to fuck me even harder. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Johnson moving around. He was getting more pictures and I didn't even care about that for the moment. Later, when he showed me the pictures, I would feel even more debased than I did already. But for now nothing mattered but the cock that was stretching my pussy so wonderfully.
Pete came first and I eagerly swallowed the slime that shot out of the end of his cock while groaning in pleasure. I felt Jon speed up and I was afraid that he was going to cum before I did. But at the last second I felt his hand move around under me and his fingers began to pinch and pull on one of my nipples. It hurt like hell. But it sent me right over the top! My pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. When my pussy gripped him I heard him cry out and his hand clamped down painfully on my tit. But much to my dismay, that pain only added to my excitement. We were both cumming then.
My head came up off of Pete's cock and I cried out in pleasure as Jon filled me with cum. I was out of it for a few seconds. For that small amount of time I was the slut that they were trying to turn me into.
But slowly I became aware of my surroundings and what had just happened and I was humiliated all over again. I hated it that he could make me cum. I despised them for being able to bring me down to their level.
Jon finally pulled out of me and without even thinking about what I was doing I turned around and sucked his cock clean. When I realized what I was doing, and that I had done it without being asked, I was shocked at my own behavior. I couldn't believe that I would actually be succumbing to this training regimen of Kevin's. Was I actually turning into a slut?!
As I was sucking Jon's cock clean I felt someone behind me and I was shocked to find that Jim had come in and undressed while I was being raped by his co-workers. I had been so wrapped up in what was happening to me that I hadn't even noticed.
After Jim fucked me and I cleaned his cock I was once more forced to eat the cum that was draining out of me. I knew that the entire purpose of that degrading act was to demoralize me and humiliate me. But I was finding that the more I did it the less effect it had on me.
I still hated doing it. But I no longer felt sick to my stomach. It was just one more in a long line of degrading acts I was forced to perform for these perverts.
After they watched me dress the men left me alone for the rest of the morning. I was careful not to get up when customers came in after the embarrassment I had suffered yesterday. I had learned to call whichever agent had a client out front on the intercom and let them know that their client had arrived and was waiting to see them.
I was gang raped again at lunch time and then it was back to work as usual. Everything was almost normal until just after three that afternoon. Jon called me into his office and I got up and stuck my head in his door to see what he wanted. He was in with a man he had been talking to about leasing a warehouse near the docks.
Jon ordered me to come in and shut his office door. I knew from the looks on the faces of Jon and his client that I was about to seal a deal with my body.
I stepped inside and closed the door. The client stood up and looked me over closely. Jon wasted no time. He got up and said, "Take off your dress, bitch. Mr. Clark is in the mood for some of your hot cunt."
He stepped closer and patted my cheek and said, "Congratulations, cunt! Your first client! Call me when he is finished with you."
Jon left the office and I slowly took my dress off while Mr. Clark watched with an expression of disbelief on his face. His grin widened as I bared my breasts and when I pushed my dress down past my hips and stepped out of it for the amusement of yet another complete stranger, he exclaimed, "I'll be damned! I thought he was jerking me off!"
Mr. Clark quickly dropped his pants and when he didn't move I understood what he wanted from me. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his average size cock.
He let me work on his cock for several minutes before he pushed my head away and pulled me to my feet. He groped my body for a moment and then he pushed me over onto my back on Jon's desk. He lifted my legs and forced his cock into me.
I was shocked when I realized that my pussy was wet. I didn't understand it! I wasn't excited, I was humiliated. I was being used as a whore by a man I had never actually met until I was called into the office with him and ordered to undress. His cock was pounding into me with absolutely no concern for anything but his own pleasure and I had been wet for him! Once more I had cause to fear for my sanity.
Mr. Clark fucked me for five minutes or so before he leaned over me and grabbed one of my tits in each hand and began twisting and squeezing them brutally. I cried out in pain and he suddenly became frenzied, fucking me even harder and squeezing my tits in his vice like grip. I cried out again and then I was totally humiliated when I realized that I was having an orgasm as he raped me like a common street whore.
My whole idea of who I was had been shattered in the last day and a half. Now, as I lay under this panting stranger who had just filled my cunt with his cream I was furious with myself for having let him bring me to orgasm.
I refused to be this kind of woman. I had to fight this! I had to do what they told me. But when this was all over, if it ever ended, I had every intention of coming through this unchanged. I didn't want to be the kind of woman who submitted to men and enjoyed being used by them. The very idea of it ripped at the core of who I was.
My chain of thoughts was interrupted when Mr. Clark finally straightened up and pulled his soft cock out of me. I slid to the floor in front of him and licked and sucked at his cock and balls until he was clean. I already had his soft, slimy cock in my mouth before I even realized what I was doing!
Mr. Clark put his pants back on while he watched me dress. Once I had my dress zipped up in back I hurried to the restroom. I informed Jon on the way that his client was waiting for him.
I had finished cleaning my crotch and I was staring at myself in the mirror when the tears started again. I couldn't believe that I was having orgasms with these men. I had cum with Jon at our morning orgy and when we broke for lunch I had been brought to orgasm by Jim. That was horrible enough. But to reach orgasm with the clients that I was forced to service, that was more than I could stand.
I managed to get through the last couple of hours without totally losing my mind. I drove home and after the horrible time I had getting home on the bus yesterday I didn't mind rush hour at all. I was just grateful to be safe and unmolested in my own car.
When I got home there was a car in the driveway that I didn't recognize. As soon as I saw the car a wave of despair washed over me. I wanted my house and my quiet life back. I didn't want to be trained. I didn't want to be a whore or a slut. I didn't want to be forced to watch my daughter being a slut, and worse yet, enjoying it!
I parked in the garage and went into the kitchen. I headed right for the booze and made myself a stiff drink. I could hear voices and laughter out by the pool as I steeled myself to go out and let them know that I was home.
Before I could go out there the patio door opened and Kevin came into the kitchen. He saw me and gave me a strange look. He didn't say anything though. He went to the refrigerator and got four beers out. He went back out onto the patio without ever saying a word. I gulped down my drink and then I removed my dress and went out onto the patio.
The first thing I saw was Lori, kneeling in the grass and sucking on a big black cock. There two large black men standing in front of her and she was alternating between them. Both men appeared to be in their late forties. Kevin was sitting at a nearby table with another man. Kevin and his third guest turned to look at me and I saw that this man too was in his late forties or early fifties.
I went over to Kevin and stood in front of him. His guest reached out and ran his hands over my body and then he turned me around and pulled me into his lap. I sat facing the two men that were taking turns fucking my daughter's mouth and I was forced now to watch as the men with Lori enjoyed her talented mouth. She would take a big black cock into her mouth and throat and suck it until one of the men slapped her face. That was the signal for her to switch to the other cock and begin servicing it. I think that, as disgusting as it was to watch, the thing that disturbed me most was that Lori didn't seem to mind at all.
The man who was holding me in his lap wasn't watching that show. He was watching me as his hands explored my tits for a few minutes before they dropped down to my widely spread thighs and began to explore my pussy.
I expected it to be painful when he started working his big finger inside my pussy. I suppose I should have been grateful that it wasn't. Instead I was upset. My traitorous cunt was wet again! I don't understand. This doesn't excite me! I am being raped and I am watching two men molest my brainwashed teenage daughter. How on earth could I be aroused?!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man fingering me turn to Kevin and smile. He pulled his finger out of me and showed it to Kevin and as he worked it back inside of me he said, "I've got to hand it to you, son. You really know what you're doing."
He laughed quietly and said, "I think we need to start calling you the pussy whisperer."
Kevin laughed and said, "That's a good idea, dad. Maybe I could get my own show on TV and show all those pussy whipped men out there how to train their women."
I couldn't believe it! Kevin had invited his father over to rape us! I wondered if the other two men were relatives as well.
My focus was still on those other two men who were raping my daughter's mouth, although in Lori's case I'm not sure you could call it rape. In those few moments when she didn't have a large, black cock in her mouth she looked like she was having a good time.
I saw one of the men cum in her mouth and after she swallowed she was able to concentrate on the second cock she had been tasked with pleasing. The second man came quickly once she devoted all of her attention to him. Once she had swallowed that second load the three of them came over and took seats around the table.
The four men talked for a few minutes and I learned that the lap that I was sitting on belonged to Harry. Harry was, as I had guessed, Kevin's father.
One of the other men was Harry's twin brother Henry. The third man, they were calling him TC, was a neighbor, a close friend, and a distant cousin.
I had probably been in his lap for close to an hour when Harry said, "We need to be going gentlemen. But before we leave I think I'm going to knock off a little piece of momma here. She may not be fifteen. But she has a damn fine cunt."
Harry pushed me off of his lap and bent me over the table that we were all sitting around. I felt everyone watching me as he lowered his pants and began forcing his cock into me. It didn't take very long at all before I realized where Kevin had gotten his big cock from. His father's cock felt every bit as long and as fat as Kevin's.
I fought desperately not to show it as my body began to react to being taken by that big cock. But once again my body knew what it had quickly come to enjoy. It would no longer listen to me. In minutes I was moaning in pleasure and losing control as that big rod pounded into me. I hated what I was becoming. But on some level I realized that my confused brain resented very much that I had gone this long without ever enjoying this kind of pleasure before.
The problem with that was, I didn't know if that was an honest reaction or if I was starting to think that way because of being so constantly raped and humiliated over the last two days. Could I actually be succumbing to Kevin's training?!
Harry brought me to several very nice orgasms before he came. As soon as he pulled out of me I bent over and sucked his cock and licked his balls until he was clean. As I cleaned him he was telling the others what a good fuck I was. He was very complimentary in a lewd, crude sort of way. Everything Harry said was something that I would have slapped someone's face for saying before Kevin began raping me and sharing me with so many others.
It disturbed me that I had somewhat mixed feelings about what he was saying and the circumstances under which those comments were being rendered.
Harry and the other two men got dressed after I had finished my clean up chores. They ignored Lori and me, said goodnight to Kevin and left.
As soon as they left, Kevin sent Lori and me up to take a shower. He told me to run a razor over my pussy again and made Lori responsible for making sure I was smooth.
We went upstairs and took a shower. I shaved as ordered and Lori ran her hand over my pussy to make sure I was smooth enough. We dried off and I brushed my teeth and my hair. I followed Lori back out into my bedroom and as I did I realized that we had not spoken a word to each other today. We didn't seem to have a relationship at all since our mother-daughter relationship had been destroyed by Kevin. We were just two people living in the same house. No not even people really. We were two sex objects who were now owned by Kevin.
That realization shook me. But not as bad as it should have and I suddenly understood that he was doing it. Kevin was breaking me. He was breaking my will, my spirit. In only two days I had become a sex object, a toy. No, not even two days. After only one beating I had submitted to him and everyone else he ordered me to submit to. There was no end in sight either.
Kevin was waiting for us in the bedroom. He had tiny little skirts for us to put on. Tiny was not an exaggeration. It was hardly more than a large, black strip of cloth that extended four inches down from my waist. I noticed that Lori was wearing hers low on her belly and it just barely covered her privates. It was harder for me. I had a larger waist and hips than Lori.
I struggled to push it down enough to cover my pussy and the bottom of my ass. It worked marginally well. I somehow didn't think it was going to stay there once I started moving around.
Kevin watched me trying to make myself presentable and street legal. He was enjoying my discomfort for a few minutes but he quickly became bored and said, "That's enough, bitch. I didn't buy those to protect your modesty. You look pretty hot with your ass hanging out."
I stopped trying to adjust the skirt. It was a futile effort anyway. Kevin tossed me a crop top and ordered me to put it on. I had never worn a crop top. I thought they were much too revealing and something that only a teenage slut would wear. This one was even worse.
I slipped it on and looked down. The material was so thin that my nipples were plainly visible. It was lying loosely draped over my tits and only just barely covered my tits before ending in an uneven fringe that only added to the overall slut effect.
But the worst part was the large black lettering across the front. In big, bold, black letters it said "I GOT GANGBANGED!" and on the second line it said "I LOVED IT!!!".
I looked over at the matching crop top that Lori had just put on and it was even more suggestive. Across the front in large red letters it said, "ME SO HORNY - WANNA FUCK?"
I hated these shirts. But I gathered from Lori's expression that she found them amusing. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and I looked like nothing so much as a hooker. A cheap hooker at that.
I had no idea where we were going. But I knew I was going to hate it.
Lori and I followed Kevin out to his car. We all sat in front with Lori in the middle. I tried not to watch as Kevin's hand came to rest on her upper thigh. As he rubbed his finger over her pussy she reached over and rested her small hand on the large bulge in his slacks.
We went through to the other side of town and into an area that I was unfamiliar with. It was after nine in the evening and I was exhausted. I had lost count of the number of times I had been raped today. Well, I hadn't lost count. I didn't keep count. But it had been a lot and if that had been all that I had to do today I would be very tired. But in addition to being forced to sexually service the four men at work, a client, and finally Kevin's father I also had to keep up with my normal work load.
I actually didn't mind that part. I appreciated the distraction. It gave me an opportunity to think about something besides all of the sex and the horror that my life had become.
Kevin parked on a side street just off of the main drag but we were in a part of town that was becoming run down. There were a lot of empty buildings in the area. We got out and walked a half a block to what appeared to be a deserted warehouse. Kevin pushed a doorbell and after a short pause the door opened and a large black man admitted us. He nodded at Kevin and Kevin said, "Hey, Buddha! How're they hanging man?!"
The man's face never changed and he didn't respond. He let us in after giving Lori and me a passing glance. I had the impression that he had seen Lori before. The little entryway that we were standing in was dark until the door closed and a curtain was pulled over it. I could hear the faint sound of rap music coming from somewhere further inside.
As soon as the curtain covered the door a dim overhead light came on. The doorman turned to face Kevin. He held out his hand and Kevin handed him a wad of money and then raised his arms. The man ran his hands over Kevin and I got the strange feeling that I was in an old movie as I watched Kevin getting frisked.
He finished patting Kevin down and turned to Lori. She grinned as if she was having a great time and stood with her arms in the air while the man, well, I can't call it patting her down so much as he felt her up. When he was finished her top was resting above her tits and her skirt was nothing but a black belt around her waist.
When he had finished feeling my daughter up he turned to me. His expression had still not changed. He stepped closer to me and growled, "I haven't seen your ass in here before. Am I gonna have a problem with you?"
I shook my head and raised my arms. His large, rough, black hands lifted my top and groped my breasts before sliding down over my hips. He lifted my skirt and forced my legs apart. I felt several fingers worming their way inside of my pussy and then his hand slid down over my ass and explored the crack. I was relieved that at least he hadn't tried to force his fat fingers inside of my ass.
He must have known that he wasn't going to find anything on me or my daughter. It was obvious from the way that we were dressed that we weren't hiding anything. If anything we were hiding far too little.
As soon as he stepped away I pulled my top down and worked my tiny skirt back down into place. Lori had already adjusted her little outfit. As soon as we were ready we followed Kevin through another door.
Once we had passed through the second door and into the club the music was louder but not so loud as to be obnoxious. It was still rap and I still hated it. But it was at least at a volume that was tolerable. I assumed that this was some sort of illegal, unlicensed club and they had to keep the noise down to avoid attracting law enforcement.
I looked around and saw small stages scattered around the room and on each stage was a naked woman dancing sensuously. Only one or two of them seemed to be dancing to the music that was playing. One of the girls was oriental and I saw a couple that were black but there were nearly a dozen more and they were all white. All of the customers were black.
Kevin selected some empty seats near one of the stages and we sat and looked up at a dancer that looked younger than Lori. She glanced at Kevin and smiled but she ignored us. I looked up and I was looking right into her pussy. It was only about three feet from my face. That was all I needed to see and I looked away quickly.
Another naked white woman came up behind us and took our drink orders. She greeted Lori by name. I had to wonder how much time Lori had spent in here. I also found myself wondering if she had done anything besides drink, not that it wasn't bad enough that she was already drinking alcohol at her age.
The waitress soon returned with our drinks. I sipped on my glass of cheap white wine and stared at my hands. I had never been in a strip club of course. No one was stripping in here. All the women seemed to be naked all the time. But I didn't know what else to call it. I was sorry for those poor girls that were forced to exhibit themselves like that. It was so degrading. But I didn't want to see it. And I had the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I wasn't just here to drink and listen to music.
It wasn't long before I had all of my questions answered. A man came over and held a whispered conversation with Kevin. I saw the man hand Kevin some money and then grab Lori's arm and walk away. I watched as Lori was led through a side door. I glanced up to see Kevin watching me. He saw the shock and the fear on my face and he just smiled.
Before Lori returned another man approached Kevin and two minutes later he was pulling me through that same side door that Lori had gone through. I gasped and almost lost my balance when I stepped through the door. We were in a large room. I mean huge, about half the size of an airplane hangar. There were no interior walls. It was just one large undivided room. And everywhere I looked there were mattresses lying on the floor. And a large number of those mattresses were occupied by black men copulating with young white women.
The man that had apparently paid to fuck me stopped and looked around and then led me down a narrow aisle between rows of mattresses, past couples fucking in every position you could possibly imagine, to a mattress which was right next to Lori and the man who had paid to have sex with her.
The man that was fucking Lori from behind looked up and grinned and without missing a stroke he called out, "Hey, brother! I see you brought momma in to play. Let me know if her shit's any good. I might try her later."
My escort ordered me to strip. I was, of course, too afraid not to. It took almost no time to get out of my two tiny garments. While he watched me undress he was unfastening his pants and pulling them off. It was incongruous, I know. But I couldn't help thinking that with all the men that had raped me lately, and every time one of these men had sex with me I considered it rape, only Kevin had been naked. Every other man that had used me in the last two days had kept his shirt on!
I was soon on my hands and knees beside Lori with a cock fucking me violently. It was a very brutal fuck, as so many of them were lately. I wasn't aroused I the least and I found myself gazing around the room and wondering about all of those young white women. I wondered how many, if any, were here voluntarily. I wondered how many were like Lori and had been brainwashed. I also wondered how many of them were like me and were being forced to submit to these rapes for fear of being beaten beyond my ability to endure.
There were tears pouring down my cheeks. How could I have sunk so low? I am now a common prostitute! No, I'm even lower than a prostitute. I don't even get any of the money he makes selling my body to strange men for sex. And worse yet I'm working on my hands and knees right beside my fifteen year old daughter. How could I have allowed myself to be taken so low?
I listened to the two men who were using us. They commented on our relative merits as fuck meat. They commented on how tight our pussies were and the sizes of our tits and the shapes of our asses. They stopped raping us long enough to switch places for a couple of minutes so that they could compare how our pussies felt on their cocks.
Once they had compared they switched back and fucked us violently until they attained an orgasm. I had heard Lori squealing in delight but I hadn't enjoyed it. I was too despondent.
After they had both cum and we had performed our standard clean up duties I reached for my two whorish articles of clothing. I got up and started to dress but Lori stopped me before I could. She led me to a small ladies room where we could freshen up and prepare for our next customers.
One wall of the small room was lined with toilets that were placed so close together that when seated our hips nearly touched the hips of the women on the toilet beside us as we sat in embarrassed silence and allowed the cum to drain out of us for a couple of minutes. As I sat there with my daughter beside me on one side and a girl on the other side of me who I knew was not yet eighteen, I listened to the other girl's conversations. Some of the others were crying. Most were quiet, morose looking, and kept to themselves. They were obviously not here because they enjoyed what they were doing. There were a few that were laughing and joking quietly with a friend but those seemed to be the exceptions.
Lori and I finished on the toilets and washed up at the long row of sinks. There were piles of small, clean, white washcloths that we could use to freshen up with. I tried not to look around as I used a cloth to wipe my pussy clean. It was such a personal thing to do in front of twenty other women, even if they were all going through the same process.
I finally put my clothes back on and followed Lori back out to our seats. My small glass of very bad white wine had gotten warm but it took the taste of that dirty black dick out of my mouth so I sipped on it for a couple of minutes until another man came over and paid for my services.
I was taken into the back room a dozen times over the next two hours. I was fucked by a dozen black men of all descriptions. They ranged in age from no more than eighteen to one guy that was at least sixty. Except for that first time I was always on my own and I was always on my back except for one man who just wanted a blowjob. It was so dehumanizing, so demeaning. After each anonymous fuck I sat on one of those equally dehumanizing toilets and cried quietly as another strange man's cum drained out of me.
After about two hours a group of men came over to the table and one of them spoke with Kevin for a few minutes. The spokesman handed Kevin a large wad of money and the bored young woman who was dancing on the small stage in front of us was sent away. Kevin leaned over and said something to Lori and she got up and took my hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the stairs that led up onto the stage in front of us.
I followed along like the mindless sex toy that I was becoming. Once we were on stage Lori started undressing and she told me to take my clothes off too. I looked around at the crowd of men who had gathered to watch and fought back the tears as I removed my slutty outfit for their amusement.
When I was naked Lori took me into her arms and began to make love to me. I stood their woodenly at first while she kissed my unresponsive lips and ran her hand over my body. After a couple of minutes she whispered, "Do you really want to piss Kevin off, mom?"
At first I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be better to let him kill me and put me out of my misery. I couldn't go on like this forever. But the memory of that beating was still too fresh. I just couldn't go through that again.
I began to return Lori's kisses and slide my hands over her firm young body. I told myself that it was nothing that I hadn't done before. We kissed and caressed for several minutes and then Lori pulled me down to the floor and we moved into a sixty-nine position. As I began to lick her pussy I realized that I could taste the traces of cum from her last customer. I suppose that she could taste mine as well. I had tasted so much cum in the last two days that it didn't even bother me. What bothered me still was that I was rolling around on the floor with my little girl for the amusement of a crowd of strange men while we performed cunnalingus on each other.
I felt her educated tongue between the lips of my pussy. It was pleasant. But I was far too despondent to enjoy it. I heard the comments of the crude men all around us who were excited by watching a mother have oral sex with her teenage daughter. I couldn't imagine that I could have sunk so low in only two days.
I put my purse in my desk drawer. I stood up straight and took a few deep breaths before I went to the door of Mr. Johnson's office. He was sitting back in his chair waiting for me.