Katie Goes Black Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5: LIFE OFFER
That first time at the remodeled farmhouse where the guys now live and work was an accident. I thought I was going for a Saturday afternoon and evening. Staying overnight and nearly all of Sunday was a surprise but one they had intended to somehow make happen. It turned out that my fatigue and falling asleep while sucking Gary's cock solved that problem.
But, if that time was an accident, the next two weekends weren't. It was very intentional that I was spending the entire weekend with them as their slut from after work on Friday to early Sunday night. One of the guys picked me up at my apartment Friday night and I brought only a small pack with some personal items. When I arrived, I stripped out of whatever I was wearing for the drive, hung the items up on the coat rack at the front door, and they were never touched again all weekend.
Friday night was a frenzy of fucking and the nighttime was similar to the first time. I went to bed with someone, but when I woke up in the night (and I usually do even in my apartment) I didn't roll over to go back to sleep but began the cycle of fucking going room to room. Saturday was less frenzied with a lot of effort put into the outside of the property doing things they didn't get to during the work week. I would help out as I could and began cooking real meals for them those days I was with them. It was weird at first that even when they put clothes on to do work, I remained naked even if I went out to the barn, storage shed, or yard to offer my help. It seemed, though, that I was never too far from someone's hands or cock. Even in the barn, those two weekends I was fucked everywhere on the property. Those weekends, though, my ass got into the game, too. Even though Jay announced it that first time, it got bypassed in all the newness. Not the next two weekends. I became a real three-hole slut with my ass getting half as many fucks as my pussy and my pussy was getting a lot.
The next weekend started out the same as the previous two: a fucking and sucking frenzy; and a late night - early morning cycle of fucking from bedroom to bedroom. Saturday morning was when my life changed.
I was getting half as much sleep as I usually did but the weekends were so exciting, stimulating, and arousing that I managed to hold it together before collapsing into bed very early on Sunday night at my apartment. The weekend was starting out the same with too little sleep but I was determined not to allow that to interfere with my ability to respond to each of the four.
I had made it through six times that morning before the house was definitely up for the day. The other three stopped in the doorway as Jerome was between my legs fucking me missionary. After we climaxed, I joined him in the shower, then bounced downstairs while he put on some boxers which had become the standard for them all when they weren't dressed for some other reason.
The other three were sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee and I made my way around kissing each of them before moving to the counter for my own mug. Of course, each kiss was also accompanied by touching, groping, and probing of my naked body. Being naked allowed them to touch and feel any part of my body in any way they desired and they openly did with breasts fondled, nipples pulled, pussy stroked, and fingers inserted. It was especially arousing for me when they were even just partially dressed in a casual, normal setting like sitting at the kitchen table.
As I poured myself a mug of coffee, I called back to them, "Is there a consensus for breakfast?"
"Abby, we were just talking ..." came the response from Toby. It didn't sound like it was about to answer my question, though. I turned to face them as I took my first sip. "Are you ALWAYS wet?"
Definitely did not answer my question. I smiled and acted shy, then while squeezing my arms into my body to press my breasts together, "When I'm with you guys, I am. I never know when one of you is going to want to fuck me so I'm always anticipating one and that keeps me aroused."
Pancakes were the eventual answer. They eat a lot of pancakes and I serve them hot as they are cooked rather than piling them on a platter for serving. As the result, I am delivering pancakes and refreshed coffee constantly. My reward is all the touches and feels I receive.
I had released the plug in the sink to drain the water from washing the dishes and pans and reached for the hand lotion I placed next to the sink when I heard, "She's done." I glanced over my shoulder at Jay who had called it out loudly.
"Bring her to the office," came Gary's just as loud response from that part of the first floor.
As I finished rubbing the lotion into my hands, I walked up to Jay, gave him a kiss, and asked what that was about. He mysteriously replied they had something to talk to me about. Curious. Could I possibly have done something wrong? Hardly seemed possible since they fucked me regularly throughout the weekend and I helped out where I could. Could they be tired of me? Could Bomonti travesti they have decided this wasn't what they wanted, after all? I had been feeling so confident about these weekends, but now I was full of nerves.
Jay led me to the office where Gary managed the company business between his own projects. The guys who were waiting with Gary got out of their chairs and stood behind him where he sat behind the desk and computer. Jay moved to be with them leaving me to stand in front of the desk by myself. They all were dressed for the day. I was naked, as always. I noticed two sheets of paper on Gary's desk turned upside down.
It was quiet as four sets of eyes focused on me. Four sets of eyes were scanning my naked body and that should have made me feel better but the quiet was disconcerting, allowing negative thoughts to push forward.
So, I blurted it out defensively, "What's going on, guys? Is something wrong?"
Gary replied. I had learned over the weekends that he was the clear leader when one was needed. "Yes, Katie, there is." I clutched. "We've done a lot of talking since last weekend and we've come to the conclusion what's happening can't continue as it is."
"What?" I stammered out while fighting to hold back the tears that suddenly filled my eyes. "I thought ... if I'm not a good enough ..."
He put up his hand to stop me. Smiles formed on every face. Gary continued, "No, Katie," he chuckled, "you've proven yourself to be a capable slut. None of us are wanting in that regard. The reason we can't continue like this is ... well ... we want more."
"More?" I gasped back. "More than fucking me for 48 hours?" I wanted to laugh but I could see on his face that he was serious and that sobered me.
"Katie ... have you thought what it could be like if this wasn't just weekends?" What was he suggesting? "Because we have."
Boom. My nipples were instantly erect and my pussy flooded and my upper body flushed. "I ... ummmm ... it's the most erotic dream I have if I let myself think about it."
"Good," he replied quickly and turned the sheets up so only he could see the contents and slid one across the desk to me. "We did some research and this is what the four of us agreed to."
I tentatively stepped to the edge of the desk and pulled the sheet off and turned it to my eyes. 'BLACK COCK SLUT AGREEMENT'. Fuck me. I looked at Gary, then the other three. They were watching expectantly. I was supposed to read it.
Just the heading had my arousal ramped up several more notches. This is what they've come up with for me being a slut. They've come to the conclusion I really am a slut. I looked at the four black men in front of me and thought I might need to stroke myself first but pushed to read the sheet. I read:
BLACK COCK SLUT AGREEMENT
I, KATIE BALDWIN, affirm that I am willing of my own free will and without physical or emotional coercion or threat of physical or emotional coercion am committing to being the BLACK COCK SLUT to the following black men: Jerome Hansen, Jay Mason, Gary Stevens, and Toby Williams.
To properly function in the role of black cock slut, I understand and will abide by the following rules:
1. I AM NOT A SLAVE. I am a slut who with free will chooses this lifestyle and chooses to continue in it.
2. I will NEVER refuse sex from the four black men referenced above. My body, all my holes, will be available always to them.
3. My function as a black cock slut is to please and pleasure these black men to the best of my ability. I commit to improving any ability found needing it. I will make my body available to them at any time and in any way they desire and am willing and eager to receive their cum in any hole or any part of my body.
4. I commit myself to black cock. Should I be directed to sexually serve friends, associates, or others by the above-referenced four black men, I will do so with the same enthusiasm and skill as I give them.
5. As a black cock slut, I will walk, talk, act, dress, and wear make-up in the manner chosen and dictated by the above-referenced black men. Exhibitionism and possible humiliation are arousing elements for a black cock slut.
6. I will keep my pussy shaved clean at all times to expose it fully to any who might get a view of me naked or under short skirts and dresses.
7. As their black cock slut, I understand I may be used as entertainment for others as directed by the above-referenced black men. I can assume that other black men within a group gathering who wish me to pleasure them have the right. A white man with the same wish must first be approved.
8. I will be naked most of the time. Within the boundaries of the property, I will always be naked unless directed otherwise. I will also eagerly be naked in other non-public settings as directed.
9. When I am dressed, I will wear skimpy, revealing clothes as approved by the above black men. Being dressed requires that dressing be provocative and alluring. If dressed, I will always be naked underneath without Bomonti travestiileri underwear of any kind for visual enjoyment and ready for touch and use.
10. I will never wear panties except for the times of my period or as lingerie to arouse black men.
11. My commitment as a black cock slut to the above-referenced men is full and complete. I accept this role as a 24/7 black cock slut.
FURTHER, the above-referenced black men do commit and agree to the following:
? Katie Baldwin, their black cock slut, will be respected at all times as the person she otherwise is.
? In all activities, in the confines of the home and property or elsewhere, their black cock slut will be protected and kept safe both physically and emotionally.
? The above-referenced black men accept as their primary responsibility to their black cock slut (aside from keeping her well used and fucked) to be her protection and constant safety so her performance of her responsibilities can be carried out without concern of harm either physical, psychological, or emotional.
FURTHER, this agreement can be modified at any time but ONLY as approved by THE BLACK COCK SLUT, Katie Baldwin.
By signing below, the black cock slut and her responsible black men do agree to and accept all conditions stated above.
There were five lines for signatures, each with a typed name underneath. I looked up at Gary, then the others. They put a lot of work and thought into this. They were serious. Rules to live by. WOW, this was a whole new level. Much of it was what was happening on the weekends but the implication of expansion was clear.
Gary's voice broke into my thoughts. "Think about it, Katie. Over the weekend ... next week ... whatever time you need ..."
"Something I don't understand," I interrupted. "It says 24/7. I can't ... how can that ... I have to work, right? I mean ... how do I live ..."
Gary's smile stopped me. I looked up at the others behind him and they all shared the same look of expectation. Gary simply pushed the other sheet across the desktop toward me. "Excellent question. We're serious, Katie. We didn't know what your expectations were when we started this. Not really. Sure, you indicated an interest in seeing if you were a slut, even a black cock slut, but ... really? Was it just something all this eroticism was playing with your mind? So, we went into it as a playful thing ... have fun with it. Let's face it, a woman wants to fuck for the weekend, what's not to be interested in? We learned something different and we think you did, too. We saw a real slut and we think you did, too. That made us scramble to understand more about what that could mean. How could we push what was happening to go further? How far could we push it? This is what we came up with." He looked over his shoulders at the others and they all nodded back to him. "Your concern about 24/7 is good. What was the very first line? 'I am not a slave'. Remember that, Katie. We put that number one for a reason. You have to have a way to provide for the future if, perish the thought, this fell apart. So, read this one."
I pulled the sheet off the desktop and read the heading, EMPLOYMENT AGREEMENT.
My mouth dropped open as I looked up at them. They all wore smiles but still held reserved for my reading and reaction. The first line stopped me, again:
This employment agreement reflects the intention of ACE CONSTRUCTION, LLC (ACE) to enter into employment with KATIE BALDWIN for the position of OFFICE MANAGER.
I looked up dumbstruck. "Office Manager?" I asked.
"Read it, Katie," Gary pushed with a laugh.
The document listed duties, responsibilities, 'normal' office hours (I understood a construction group could run into some odd hours), benefits, and compensation. I had to look at the compensation twice to be sure I read it correctly. It was nearly 50% higher than what I was currently making.
"I ... I don't understand."
"What don't you understand, Katie? You manage projects in your current job, right?" Gary came back with. "Katie ... we were toying with the slut aspect of being with you and I was getting more and more frustrated that I couldn't spend the time I wanted to work on that part with the guys. That's when it hit me, we need an office manager and I remembered Jay saying what you did." He was serious. "Katie, listen, none of us are office guys. I took it on only because ... hell, I don't even remember why. Look, we're all hands-on kind of guys ..."
I laughed, "You're telling me?" And, they all laughed.
"Right ... okay. You know what I mean. The company isn't as effective when any one of us isn't out on the job doing what we're really good at." I nodded. I could see that now.
"This is a long way from my apartment, I'd be spending ..."
"Katie," Jay interrupted. "We don't want you in your apartment. Remember the 24/7 part?" Oh, right, a 24/7 slut.
Gary followed up, "We want you here, Katie, living here with us."
"Living here," I mused out loud. travesti Bomonti "But, there are only four bedrooms ... right, as your slut I haven't needed my own bed." They all smiled as I put it all together. I sure wasn't expecting this. Would I have been surprised by the slut agreement? Not really. The 24/7 part, yes. But they figured it out.
Gary pulled me out of my thoughts. Through all this, I've been naked before four clothed men and my nipples were erect and pussy ready to seep lubrication onto my inner thighs.
"Take all the time you need to think about it. We understand what we're offering is ..."
"I'll do it." I found my hand cupping a breast but I left it. "I'll do it all."
Gary looked at me intently, "I was going to say, we understand what we are offering is a very big change for you. Us, too, but more so for you. Don't you want to think about this?"
I reached over the desk and snatched up a pen lying near the keyboard. I clicked it open and signed both documents. I then turned them around and pushed them in front of Gary. He looked at me intently, then smiled at seeing my firm resolve, and signed them, too. In turn, each of the guys signed on their respective lines.
We talked about details for a while, all of us finally sitting down around the desk. We agreed on the next steps: I had to turn in my notice at my job (if this arrangement fell through, I would need a job or a good reference); I would put in notice at my apartment building; and, I would decide what I wanted to bring along with me (clothes certainly but not much else (it was a good thing my apartment was furnished with hand-me-downs and garage sale things).
Later, we went out to dinner. Given the only clothes I had with me, we went to a bar and grill where casual was good. When we came out, it was dark but still quite warm. As we weaved through the parking lot for the van we came in so everyone could be together, Toby suddenly stopped.
"Burgers and beer aren't much of a celebration. This is a big deal! We need to do something different to commemorate what Katie's agreed to do."
Jerome asked, "Fine, but what?"
Without a word, Jay stepped up behind me and lowered the zipper of my sundress. It was the only thing I had on besides the sandals on my feet. I had already decided to live the slut agreement: no underwear. With the zipper opened, as he slipped the tiny straps off my shoulders the light dress slid smoothly down my arms to puddle at my feet. That had everyone's attention and I quickly glanced back toward the bar entrance hoping not to see anyone. I remembered the agreement point about exhibitionism.
I saw Jay had picked up my dress so I turned to the group. I stepped into Jay who had taken this action. It was a very erotic feeling to be naked and standing in a parking lot with many cars. I wrapped my arms around Jay and kissed him hard and long. I moved to each of them in turn to repeat it and while kissing Toby last, the front door of the bar opened and several people, by the sounds of them, came out into the parking lot. I resisted turning around and instead continued to give Toby the same effort in the kiss I had started giving him. The guys surrounded me as we moved to the van, but it apparently wasn't visual protection enough as the two couples who had come out saw me and reacted. I turned toward them at the open side door of the van, waved, and called out for them to have a good rest of their evening.
The guys laughed as we left the parking lot. They complimented me on having the nerve but that got Gary's mind active. Not a few miles from the bar, Gary pulled into a mini-mart gas station. I was sitting between Toby and Jerome on the bench seat behind Gary. He turned around and casually told me to fill it up. The sliding door was on the right side and the gas tank access was on the left side. Jerome opened the sliding door and stood outside with me. I got out, looked around nervously, especially at the mart's double door, then began moving to the back but Jerome stopped me and pointed to the front of the van. That was in the direction of the mart's door. I took a deep breath and completed the task without incident, though I was sure a camera somewhere had to capture grainy images of it all.
Back on our way, I was mauled by Toby and Jerome, turned from one to the other kissing and hands and fingers groping and probing my exposed body. When I felt the van make a couple sharp turns and come to a stop, I looked out at a black world to find an old, deserted gas station at the four-stop intersection of two country roads. I was led back outside and looked around mystified. There was nobody in sight but the potential of a car coming from any of four directions loomed large in my mind.
I felt a hand move between my legs from behind but I was still searching the surrounding area nervously. I automatically opened my legs and heard, "Yep, she's wet." I blushed in the dark. Anything these guys did seemed to turn me on.
Without explanation, I saw a unified loosening of belts and unzipping of flies, and a long, black cock coming into view as I stood in the glare of the headlights. They formed a semi-circle and I knew what was expected. I signed the agreement, and I admonished myself, did I really think all that stuff would be restricted to the confines of the house and property?