This night, however, I wanted to show Daddy what he’d given up. Of course, he’d never really know but I wanted to feel some satisfaction, some form of vengeance, by letting loose the slut he’d created. How far was I willing to go? I didn’t know but I was soon teasing the guys, twerking and using all my sexiest dance moves.

I heard comments about ‘the slut in the black and white dress’ but I didn't care. It didn't take long before a huge black guy came behind me and pressed against my body. Instinctively, I wiggled my shapely booty in his groin. My dress had ridden up and I felt his huge member pressing through his jeans onto my pussy. Before I could react, he spun me around and buried his tongue deep inside my mouth in the horniest kiss I’d ever received.

We danced, arousing each other, for the longest time before he invited me to join him and his friends in one of the booths surrounding the dance area.

I found myself tucked in and surrounded by my new friend and three equally large, hunky black men. Hands roamed over me, teasing along the inside of my thighs and against my soaking thong. I was passed between the hunk who’d dragged me from the dance floor and his friend to my right when, suddenly, a dark stranger leaned in and spoke to me for the first time.

“My name is Shane. You a bad chick.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a flirty giggle

“We’ve got a hotel room around the corner. Come back with me?” he asked warm breath on my neck.

Slut training from Daddy kicked in. I turned to look directly into his eyes, ran my tongue along my red lips, and said, “Lead the way.”

Swiftly, I was in Shane’s hotel room, my lips locked onto his while he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his huge body. He lay me on the bed and we were fumbling at each other’s clothes when the door flung open and in piled his friends.

“Hey, man,” they screamed.

“You brought that slut back,” one shouted.

Between the barrage of name calling — black cock slut, dirty bitch, whore — one of them handed me a wine bottle. “Get yourself ready for us, slut,” he said.

My training went into overdrive. The heartbreak of the previous day pushed me into a new level of horny and I removed my dress, leaving me in panties and heels. I tugged aside the bit of cloth and eased the neck of the bottle into my dripping pussy.

I teased it in and out to the amused pleasure of the gang. The name calling escalated, keeping me in a state of horniness that only Daddy had been able to manage… until now.

I looked up to see one of the guys pointing an iPhone camera at me but, before I could protest, a huge black cock appeared in my face and I dutifully, greedily swallowed it down. I worked the monster deep into the back of my throat as tossed aside the bottle and splayed out on the bed, waiting for another of the black cock’s to invade my pussy. I wasn’t kept waiting for long.

As a behemoth drove into my pussy, a scream lodged in my throat, muffled by the cock fucking me deep in there. For what seemed like hours, I was tossed around the bedroom by these huge black gods. I begged for more and more while they spit roasted me, fucked my mouth and pounded my booty.

They had amazing stamina but I was insatiable, screaming and demanding more. They draped me over a chair and took turns to relentlessly fuck me to orgasm after orgasm. I was exhausted but, driven on by Daddy’s training and his branding me as a project, I would not surrender. Eventually, I was told to get on my knees and open my mouth.

The guys gathered around, stroking their beasts, cursing me while I looked from one to another of their enormous erections, licking my lips until load after load splattered onto my face, into my slutty little mouth, and on my hair. When they finished coming, and I’d sucked the last drops from all four spent cocks, I was picked up and put onto the bed. Exhausted, I promptly passed out.

Instead of an awkward morning after, I awoke to an empty room. My clothes were folded in a pile on the bedside table, my phone resting on top. My throat and pussy were sore and, on aching legs. I staggered into the bathroom. There was no running water. Shithole, hotel!

I quickly dressed, my face plastered in dry cum, and managed to sneak home without further humiliation.

I stripped, ready to shower when I realised that not only had those guys used me as their fuck toy for the evening, they’d taken my purse. Anger coloured my face but, at that very moment, my phone beeped, signalling a text message.

“Hey Victoria, you put on one hell of a show. I've attached a video.”

My anger gave way, replaced by shame as I watched a short clip of me toying my pussy with the wine bottle while I sucked a monster cock. Before I could reply, I received another message.

“Got your purse. Will return it, 8:30 tonight at Suede Bar. See you then.”


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Author’s note: My thanks to JWren for editing.