M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 2

      The next morning I dressed as instructed. I chose a long denim skirt and
a matching denim blouse. Even though both articles were opaque, I felt naked
and vulnerable as I walked to my car. My breasts, 36C, while not sagging,
require a bra for support. I could feel their bounce with each step I took, and
my nipples rubbing against the denim fabric caused them to quickly become
erect. And the cool air, rustling up my skirt was very noticeable on my now
bare sex. And I began to notice a bit of arousal mixed with my fear which only
increased my shame. Was I already becoming the slut that Mr. Washington called
me?

      The morning passed uneventful with only an occasional stare from one of
my co-workers who noticed my unfettered breasts. Just as I was leaving for
lunch my phone rang. It was Mr. Washington. He told me to come to his office.
When I got to his office he just glanced at me before telling me "Unbutton your
blouse and pull up your skirt." I did as requested and he smiled and said "I am
happy to see you have followed instructions. For that you deserve a reward. Sit
down in that chair," he said, motioning to an arm chair that sat facing his
desk.

      Again I followed his orders and after I was seated he said, "I am going
to let you masturbate for me."

      I didn't believe what I had just heard. No one, not even Bill, had ever
seen me masturbate. I started to protest but was quickly cut off by Mr.
Washington who said "Or would you rather I fuck you in the ass. Now open that
blouse and put one leg over each arm of the chair and pull that skirt up so I
can see that pretty cunt of yours. You have 10 minutes to make yourself come or
I will put my cock in your ass."

      I knew he was serious so I splayed myself in the chair, my sex wide open.
I began to finger myself but I could tell I was not going to be able to comply
with his command. No matter how I tried, I could not get my body to respond.
Just then I heard the door open. I jumped up and began to cover myself when Mr.
Washington glared at me and said "Who told you to stop? Get back in that chair
and continue. You have 3 minutes to meet your deadline."

      I slumped back in the chair and once again spread my legs, opening my sex
for all to see. I still had no idea who, if anyone, had come in the office.
Then I heard a female voice behind me say, "So this is the little slut, eh?"

      "Yes, and she can't seem to make herself come. Do you suppose you could
help her?"

      Oh god, not another person. And then I saw her. It was Gina, the manager
of the company pharmacy. She was a heavy set Black woman of about 40 with a
reputation for being gay. She came around in front of me and I froze. Again Mr.
Washington reprimanded me and told me to continue. I again began stroking
myself, my entire body red with shame and embarrassment. But strangely, I felt
myself becoming aroused.

      Gina knelt down in front of me, and after pushing my hand away, began
sucking and licking me. As much as I was repulsed, I was also getting very
aroused. As her tongue probed she reached under me and began inserting a finger
into my rectum. As much as I tried to fight it, I could feel I was losing the
battle. Then as she put her mouth over my entire sex and licked my sex from top
to bottom, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her tight to me and came
in an explosive mixture of fear, shame, and excitement.

      "Whoa girl, you're a wild one!" Gina exclaimed as she pulled away from
me, her face covered with the evidence of my orgasm. She stood up and began to
remove her slacks. She pulled them and her panties down and I was looking at
her sex, the lips large and puffy, nearly hidden in a dense growth of black,
curly hair. "Now it's your turn to do me" and she pushed her sex towards my
face.

      I pulled back away from her and turned my head when I heard Mr.
Washington say "I guess she would rather have my Black meat in her ass."

      Gina began to back away and I saw Mr. Washington stand, his cock, hard
and dripping, in his hand. I quickly made up my mind and reached out and pulled
Gina to me. I took a deep breath and buried my face between her legs. I felt
her hands on the back of my head and she pushed and pulled me, moving my head
and tongue in ways that seemed to please her. She had a musky smell and tasted
salty. I wondered if I tasted that way. Then I felt a pair of hands on my
breasts, twisting and pulling on my nipples. And again, I found myself becoming
aroused by this strange turn of events. I could feel Gina's hips bucking and
her hands pulling my head ever tighter to her. Then I felt her knees stiffen
and she let out a long, low moan.

      As she pulled away, my hand found my own clit and I began to stroke it,
hoping to come. Gina noticed what I was doing and said, "Well look at the
little cunt. She is still playing with herself. I think she wants to be
fucked."

      Mr. Washington stopped playing with my tits and walked around in front of
me, his big Black cocking bobbing up and down. I couldn't take my eyes off of
it and I felt myself wanting to be fucked. I tried to fight back the thoughts
but Mr. Washington just reached down, grabbed my chin and lifted my face so I
was looking right at his cock. He began rubbing it over my lips and I began
trying to get it in my mouth. "My, my aren't we a hot little slut today. Do you
want this Black cock in your bare, little white pussy?"

      To my shame I found my head nodding yes. "Tell me what you want slut," he
said.

      "I want you to do it," I replied.

      "What do you want me to do. Do you want my Black cock in your little
white cunt? Tell me what you want."

      To my everlasting shame I heard myself saying, "Oh yes, I want your Black
cock. Fuck me with your Black cock." He just stepped back, sort of smiled and
told me to standup, turn around and bend over the arm of the chair. "Oh no, not
in my ass," I pleaded.

      "Don't worry slut, this time I am going to fill that little cunt of
yours."

      I bent over the chair and I felt him behind me. I felt his fingers probe
my sex and then I felt the hot, blunt end of his cock push against my sex. He
slide the head in rather easily and I felt stretched and then he grasped my
hips and flexed his hips, driving his cock halfway into me. I screamed in both
agony and ecstasy. I was stretched to the point I felt I would tear but his
cock was rubbing on my clit. It hurt so very good. He pulled back a bit and
thrust forward again, and then again, until I felt his coarse pubic hair tight
against my ass. He began to fuck me with long slow strokes. I found myself
pushing back hard against his strokes, matching him, tempo and speed. My entire
insides were boiling. I came time and time again and when finally I felt him
stiffen felt his hot come spurting deep inside, I came so hard I nearly passed
out.

      "Well slut, now you know what it feels like to be really fucked. And you
enjoyed it which proves what a tramp you really are."

      His words hurt but they were beginning to ring true. How could my body
betray me in this way. As I stood there, hot cum running down my thighs, I felt
like a slut. I had actually enjoyed, no loved, being fucked by this Black man
with his huge cock. Just thinking about it now was causing little flutters to
wave through my stomach.

      "Get dressed and get back to work. Tomorrow and from then on, I don't
ever want to see you wearing a skirt any longer then mid-thigh. In addition, I
expect to see you wearing something tight so your tits show and your heels had
better be at least three inches high. Your a slut and I want everyone to know
your a slut. If the people in this building see that shaved slut cunt, so much
the better. When they see cum streaming down your thighs and smell your randy,
after sex odor, you can bet they will want their turn with the company slut.
Now get out of here!"

      I pulled on my skirt and blouse and nearly ran out of the office. I could
feel the sticky cum residue on my legs as I ran to rest room to clean myself
and regain my composure. After I straightened myself as best I could, I
returned to my desk. I had a hard time concentrating on my work and was glad
when the day ended and I was able to return home.

      As soon as I got home I rushed into the bathroom and showered and douched
twice. I knew Bill would want to have sex when he got home and I didn't want
any trace of another man's cum in me. It was going to be hard enough to explain
my shaved sex. I had barely gotten into the kitchen to start supper when Bill
drove into the driveway.

                                To be continued