The next few days for Ayanna were relatively quiet. Each day she was given a very naughty and explicit outfit for work. Ones that would either show off her ass or her gorgeous firm 34C breasts. The little outfits would leave little to the imagination. And each morning leaving her house pervy old Mr Samson would be waiting in his front garden to see the gorgeous Ayanna as she walked past. She felt humiliated that the pervy old man got see her dressed so slutty and all she could do was nod good morning to him.
At work this week she was made to suck off two more of the company’s employees while Ms. Sinclair supervised while she swallowed their spunk of course. On Friday Ayanna’s outfit was a very tight short grey skirt, finishing mid-thigh, her grey stocking top were visible below the hem of the skirt. Underneath she had on a very bright red micro thong, that was basically string except for the little triangle that barely covered her little shaved pussy. She had a very tight blouse with no bra, the material was thin enough to show the shape of her full firm braless breasts and her hard nipples obvious points. She had a little jacket to match the skirt but was too small to be done up at the front so she couldn’t cover her visible breasts.
That day was very quiet in the morning, Ayanna got a lot of work done, after lunch, she was told to go to see Ms. Sinclair.
Ms. Sinclair: “Good, slut. You will be serving at the Partner’s house this weekend.”
Ayanna: “OMG! What will I need?”
Ms. Sinclair: “You won’t need anything, slut, your uniform, what there is of it, will be provided, and your holes will be there for the guests to use as they choose.”
Ayanna’s heart sank. Guests, using her holes! How many guests? 5? 10? 20? 50? All using her holes?
Jack the security guard came out of Mr. Carrington’s office: “Follow me slut, I’m driving you this afternoon to the Manor.” He placed a hand initially on the small of her back to guide the anxious young woman to the lift, but his hand quickly slid down to grab her ass and as the lift doors opened, he gave her ass a hard smack to help her step inside.
When they got to the underground carpark and walked over to the big Mercedes, Ayanna walked towards the back doors.
Jack: “Slut, you are worthless nigger whore, you don’t get to sit in the back of the car. You’ll ride up front with my cock in your mouth.”
When they were both sat in the front of the big car, Jack told the beautiful young woman, “Get your tits out.”
Ayanna, knowing not to disobey even the lowest members of the company, she took off her jacket and then undid the blouse, she was just removing the item when Jack pulled out of the garage and had to stop to wait for the traffic before he could pull out. To Ayanna’s shame there was a young man who had stopped beside the car to wait and he looked straight into the car and had a full eyeful of the beautiful young woman and her incredible breasts.
Jack pressed the button and Ayanna’s window slid down, Jack leaned across her and told the young man, “Have you never seen a pair of tits before, even a pair of worthless black nigger tits? Fuck off!” And then an opening in the traffic appeared and he pulled out as he wound the window back up. He then put a hand round the back of Ayanna’s head and pulled her head down into his lap where his hard cock was poking out of his trousers. She, of course, dutifully took the big head of his fat cock in her mouth and started licking all-round the knobbly veins.
Jack: “Good, slut, keep that up and make sure you swallow, I don’t want any on my smart suit.” It was twenty minutes later, just when they were pulling onto the main artery out of London, that Jack filled her young mouth with his thick hot gooey seed. Of course, Ayanna swallowed every drop down, as she had now been taught and as jack had ordered her.
Once she was sure she had licked every drop of leaking spunk from the little eye of his fat softening cock, she sat up. Still topless, she looked across at him questioningly to see if she would be allowed to cover herself.
He looked back: “You better cover up we don’t want you causing a car crash with those fat nigger tits of yours.”
For the rest of the journey they say not talking, Ayanna had to tolerate the boring choice of radio station Jack had, but it meant she could sit, not hassled and dream of better times. Sitting there thinking of her life before being turned into a sex slave, of the happy times with her beautiful fiance, she felt a few tears roll down her cheeks.
Jack: “You want to stop that, slut, you are a cheating, lying criminal and should thank your lucky stars that Mr. Carrington and Mr. Whitfield saved you from being some butch lesbian’s plaything in Belmarsh and having giant cucumbers stuffed in your different sex holes. I can tell you, a pretty little thing like you in Belmarsh wouldn’t have lasted five minutes.”
An hour later they turned off a narrow lane onto a long drive of what turned out to be a very posh manor house with an awful lot of grounds. They drove round the back and when they got out of the car, Jack led Ayanna down some steps in through a large back door into the basement.
Jack: “You are one lucky slave-slut, you’re going to have your own room, at least for tonight, I wouldn’t think that tomorrow night you’ll be doing much sleeping.” He led her into a suite of rooms, and at the back there was small bedroom with a very narrow single bed and a small wardrobe. There was one high window and she could see metal bars on the window.
Jack: “There really ain’t any need for those bars, if you decide to run away, you get beyond a hundred yards from the main building, and it is patrolled by security with some very hungry guard dogs.
You’ll find a small toilet next door, then there’s the shower room beyond that. I’ll be staying in one of the other rooms and there’s several other temporary staff staying here. Don’t bother them.” He then slapped her ass very hard, “Bend over,” He ordered her pushing her in the middle of her back. She fell forward putting her hand on the small single bed. He lifted up her skirt, to reveal the sex little red thong she was wearing. He grabbed the waist band of the panties pulling them down to her knees. He gave each lovely round ass cheek a very hard slap, then he grabbed a luscious ass cheek in each hand pulling them apart, he’d already taken his hard short fat cock out of his trousers and he lined up with her little pussy and in one thrust shoved it in balls deep.
“Aaargghhh!” Not having been prepared and she wasn’t very wet, and although his cock wasn’t very long, he had a fat cock, and it hurt when he shoved into her dry pussy. But now with the humiliation of being used as a simple fuck hole, and having the fat cock inside of her little pussy she was soon getting wet.
Jack: “Nigger whore, you love big white cock.” Jack had a firm hold on the beautiful young woman’s hips as he slammed in and out of her tight little pussy, his big hips slapping hard against her full firm round buttocks. It was only five more minutes of having the older man’s thick cock smashing into her pussy that made Ayanna hit her first orgasm. Jack delighted on watching the beautiful girl’s toned shapely thighs quiver, but he didn’t let up on slamming into Ayanna’s tight little sex hole, even with the amazing sensations of her little pussy spasming around his fat cock. Five minutes later his balls tightened, and he shot a heavy load of spunk into Ayanna. The feeling of his cock’s head swell and then the extra heat and wetness of the spunk spurting into her pussy triggered her next orgasm.
Jack pulled out, noting the thick stream of his spunk that flooded out of her pussy and down her thighs, he slapped her right ass cheek very hard, “You’re a dirty nigger slut, you need to go and get cleaned up. Put your clothes there on the bed, you’ll find a towel in the bathroom.”
Between Ayanna’s allotted room and the bathroom was a pantry that was used as a mess room for the Manor’s staff that worked either in the gardens or were cleaning staff. When Ayanna now naked, with sticky cum glistening on the inside of her shapely thighs and more spunk leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, stepped out of her room she was horrified to find two elderly men, probably early sixties and a similarly aged black woman sitting having a cup tea. The two old men, one a crinkly old very skinny white man and the other was a wrinkly old quite skinny black man. Both their eyes nearly popped out of their head at the sight of the naked stunning young black woman.
Old woman: “Whore,” she said under her breadth, but louder enough for all to hear.
Jack: “This black slut, is for the Master’s party tomorrow evening, but if either of you would like a blowjob or sloppy seconds of her pussy you’re welcome before she cleans up.”
“OMG!” thought Ayanna, even though she should be used to this by now, “I’m even available to old men.”
The old black man who couldn’t believe all his Christmases at once was about to happen, “Slut get over and down on your knees.”