0 comments/ 57669 views/ 3 favorites Experiences With My Nemesis Nero By: Black_Lace_Vixen Author' Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and psyche, my experiences and the flaw in my character, my weakness for sex, about how I could have said NO, but I let things happen to me. Perhaps some of you will relate to my real life experiences and sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasise about them and me. ***** I have never thought about writing about my lustful experiences and my dark cravings, but Lord Nero changed that. If I only could have said NO! But I let things happen to me. He has made me look in the mirror and ultimately back at my life, who I really am beneath my snobbish exterior and expensive clothes, this is about my weakness for sex, the pleasures of being sexually dominated and about the lustful experiences this naughty sex kitten has made. Now, after this weekend when my husband was on a business trip, with Nero and two of his black friends, he has made me open the sexual box of Pandora again, the box which I thought I had closed. Between the events with Nero on my wedding day now 18 months ago and until this weekend I have been a good girl, a faithful wife, wanting to bury the remembrance of my cravings, not wanting to think about how I have been a passion slave to some of the men and women. Nero recognised there is a sexual fire is burning inside me and the sexual animal inside wants to be satisfied, the animal wants to be watched while I am standing nude in front of the mirror on my high heels and masturbate with my legs apart, wanting to be used, wanting to be fucked like a bitch in heat, wanting to be lost on the waves of my passion But first an introduction, imagine a spoilt and educated former model, being used to the finer things of life. When I walk into a room I turn heads with 5.10", 112 lbs., 37C-25-35, 29 years of age. I still have the looks, the body and the face of a model, my hair is long and dark, my eyes are alluring and sparkling blue, my eyebrows are brown and I have full sensual lips. I have been told I have nice long legs and beautiful eyes, but my breast are what men like most about me, they are large and firm and my nipples are dark and usually get hard when men watch me. When my husband is away on a business trip, I like to feel free, I like to and wear g-string panties and go bra-less, my breasts pushing up against my silk blouse, wearing short and sexy dresses from Azzedine Alaia which are extremely tight and sexy outlining my hips as I move. When I travel alone I prefer jeans or short satin skirts, with silk tight shirts or t-shirts and nice elegant blazers from Chanel. At night I like to wear sexy black silk or lace underwear mostly from La Perla with black lace stocking from Fogal, spiked high heels and of course nice hats, making me look respectable and reserved just like the aristocratic snobby bitch I am. As to my background I was raised in wealth and abundance, coming from a prominent family, being raised to be the best and to excel at everything I do and to be the best. But above all I am intelligent, spirited and elegant, but under my expensive clothes I am very sexual orientated with an insatiable appetite for sex. Since 18 months I have been married to a much older and rich man, but money was never an issue. I met him at a moment in my life that I had graduated, I was also getting bored with my former boyfriend and modelling, the clients, travelling, stupid photographers, disrespect and it was not exciting anymore. So at the time he persuade me to make a sailing trip with him from the south of France to Cape Town and back and after having spend 14 months with him on the high sea, getting married was the natural thing to do. My wonderful husband in my respectable life is a true gentleman with smiling eyes, intelligent, kind and tender who has no idea about my dark cravings inside my pretty head. These cravings visit me when I am alone in our big bed between the silk sheets, making me feel sweaty, dirty and used when I wake up. For my husband I am a great asset, beautiful and intelligent, well educated, nice to see, nice to look at, nice to dance with, very representative, a excellent host especially during diners, with lots of humour and very entertaining for him for his many business friends. I have always been popular and love to be at the centre attention and know I have a mind and a body that attracts men like flies. He prefers to see me meticulously groomed, dressed in designer clothes or tailored business suits, long stylish skirts, cashmere sweaters, silk blouses and conservative shoes, above all he does not approve at all of my recent teasing and my flirting with his some of his friends, that really starts to annoy him, especially if I go bra-less and am dressed provocative wearing mini skirts or tight T-shirts. My husband has no idea that under the right circumstances I am a natural exhibitionist who likes to dress provocative, wearing black silk garters and silk black stockings, they always make me feel sexy, thinking about becoming the puppet Vixen, who is displayed by her Master in public. How easy it would be for him to push me into being his passion slave, ordering me to serve the needs of his business friends when they get invited to our estate or when I am sometimes asked to entertain them when they visit and my husband is away on a business trip. At the thoughts of being a passion slave, I feel shame and guilt at my secret thoughts when see how our gardeners and this new security guard my husband employs watch me, thinking about involuntary taken by them, my pussy says YES, but my mind of course says NO. Especially in the morning when I wake up late and come down for breakfast sometimes when I have to makes coffee for them on the maid's day off I like wearing my Japanese silk morning coat or when I ready to go out and like to wear chiffon. I see them gazing through the semi-transparent material at my full breasts, I see how they strip me with their eyes and it always turns me on how men stare at me, I feel my nipples stiffening and my pussy is getting moist when they violate me with their eyes. At moments like that, I remembered how my first boyfriend Ken used me, what he called me, how he corrupted me. Remembering that first night when he made me watch a porno movie, sitting on the couch next to me. I sat there watching the screen as the women were used in every position imaginable not taking notice to what he was doing or saying next to me. It didn't take a lot I was already moist at the first the minute the porn movie was started. He kissed my neck and opened my blouse, touching my breasts making the ache increase between my legs. I couldn't pull my eyes off the screen. I found myself drawn to the noises and the penetration the girls were feeling wanting to be devoured like that myself. Ken was a gorgeous photographer, much older, very dominant, smart and understood I have a submissive heart, understanding that I would not say no when he made me suck his incredible thick cock saying I was like the girls on the screen and that I was made to serve his cock to whatever he desired. At this point I believed him with him forcing more and more down my throat as I became soaked in my own juices. He told me over and over again that I was his cock sucking slut, his whore and that whores are only good for one thing. That night he took me pounded my pussy out and made me love every minute of it. I couldn't get enough. On my way to school or on my way back dressed in my grey school uniform, always wearing a blue blazer I daily passed his photo studio and needed no encouragement to enter before or after school doing whenever he wanted, mostly it started being on my knees in front of him, kissing and sucking him always made me excited. Then he started to talk dirty to me; sometimes he called me a rich bitch, commanding me to finger myself as I sucked him, doing what he told me, to rub my breasts and clit, making me feel like a "bad little girl". After a while, he told me I sucked like a natural, that I was a very good little cocksucker. It made me ashamed and turned me at the same time how he treated me, unable to say no; how he grabbed my breasts and made me ask him to suck his cock, it was not the first time he called me a bitch, but I didn’t care anymore. The truth is it excited me when he made me suck his cock, making me jerk him off and swallow his cum. After a while, he made me ask him to fuck me. As he started to touch me and finally entered me he took me over and over again he made me scream about how a bad little girl I was and how only his cock was to make that itch between my legs go away. Later I was itching to get back with him. I would try every excuse to be over at his place on the weekend. Until one night when my parents were away for the weekend, he took me to a party and on returning to his house with his brother Claudio and best friend Paola who was much older. I learned that night the joy of being their passion slave, rough sex and being used and stretched in every hole and that my body was made for both their and my own pleasure. I still remember how wet Ken made me, when told me to reveal myself, standing in front of him in the middle of his studio on my high heels with my long legs spread apart, ordering to show my merchandise to him, opening my blouse for him, removing my blouse, unzipping my skirt for him. How I felt his eyes on me, how he looked at my tits, feeling my hard nipples. How hot he made me when he talked dirty to me, the more dirty words I heard, the more my body responded without any control over my desires, telling him I was a bad girl, asking him to punish me, how I wanted to please him when he ordered me to play with my tits for him, doing what he wanted, slowly touching my body for him, being his private dancer in his studio, standing in front of the mirror, how I exposed my wet pussy for him, feeling the lust, how he told me to look at myself, making me tell him I was his slut. How I could not resist these feelings, feeling the pleasure in my pussy, the feelings of my own depravity, how I wanted to suck his gorgeous cock, it was such a thick monster. How he ordered me to spread my legs making me look like a total slut and ordered me to beg for it, how I begged him to fuck me. How I could not resist the animal inside, the animal that wants to be satisfied. Making me believe that women are naturally submissive to men and being his slut was the normal way to act, that a girl like me was supposed to act. So I let him use me anyway he wanted, I just thought that getting fucked hard was what sex was all about. I was very naive and he certainly did not want to teach me, taking full advantage of me. Like Ken, Nero is the kind of man I should have avoided. Men like that look through me, understanding the dark cravings in my pretty head, he is a strong mentor who knows how to handle me. From the first moment I met him he aroused me the way he was looking at me, how he openly surveyed my body with his intense hard eyes, appraising me, making me nervous, exuding real savage strength. Now I know what he is like, the kind of man who looks at me the way he likes, without any respect, so very different from the men I am used too who put me on a pedestal .and treat me with much respect. I have known always that my sexuality can get me whatever I want from them, but I keep my distance from them, letting them know they will not getting anywhere with me. I see the admiring glances I get from my husband his friends before anything else and it makes my nipples tingle how some of them watch me. Sometimes I feel them brush my ass when I dance with them, only few are more daring, pushing their knee between my legs letting me feel them or brushing my tits, but they are well mannered when I look directly at them, that is as far as they dare go, if they only knew how moist that makes me, feeling them. I have cultivated my reputation as the nice but reserved and respectable married Lady they think I am. They are putting me up a pedestal, but I know better, I know the truth, deep inside I have cravings of being a slut, its my nature, with the qualities of a "belle du jour", the contrast is so exciting for me, allowing myself to think about that, makes me feel the tingling, the very familiar heat between my legs. But it's funny that they have no idea about what is beneath the surface of my respectability, the dark side to my personality, craving the attention of men. My decent husband has no idea how bored I am, which is the basis of my discontent and how much I am starting to miss my model days. How I miss my agent, reminding me what Alex a South African Photographer told me on my first assignment, "all models prostitute their body, modelling is like acting, to convey a look, a mood, showing their firm flesh, models are nothing less then whores", and I think he is right. We models parade on our high heels almost nude floating on the catwalk, dancing like stripers, sexing it up, showing the fire between our legs, tempting men, making the men want us. Having observed me for the first weeks, how well she understood me, telling me the first time I came to her apartment spending the afternoon in her bed "I know there is a slut inside, lets bring her out, you just need a little coaching". That I should start thinking about myself as a hot commodity, to be bought and sold, or at least rented. And it was Laura's to negotiate the best possible price and conditions for my time but that I should follow all her directions to the letter, doing what I was told to do.. After a few weeks being daily on "go and see" to different photographers she finally took me to one of the influential casting directors she knew very well, telling me he was very well connected with the major fashion houses as well as in the film industry. The audition was for a well known lingerie firm and I knew that if I got it the exposure would mean a lot to my career and had a potential long term and international spots. Laura said I was called because of my eyes, my breasts and my long legs, instructing me to dress sexy. In the morning I looked at myself in the full length mirror and was satisfied with the way I looked. The micro-mini showed off my buns and my legs, the spike red heels gave my legs a nice line. Looking at my tight silk blouse with the three bottoms open I remember thinking they would love my breasts. It was a short drive from the townhouse at the avenue Foche where my uncle let me stay to the Montparnasse tower. When I was shown into the air conditioned office, I felt my breasts swell. The office was close to the top 51 floor and huge in size and had a spectacular view all over Paris and it was I view I have seen many times at night after my first visit. The casting director was in his forties, he was great looking, dressed in a dark blue suit. I could feel the strength in his hand looking at me with dark penetrating eyes, very sure of himself. As he introduced me to a dark voluptuous women who owned the lingerie company and her husband. They told me to sit down on low leather chesterfield chair in front of them, making me very uncomfortable the way my short skirt was riding up, knowing they could see my minuscule thong covering my pussy as I pressed my knees tightly together, looking in the cool green eyes of the women who looked straight at me making me uncertain and nervous. After some small talk about my background, my uncle and my parents, her husband looked at my book complimenting me that it was done very well. Explaining that they were looking for a "fresh face" and what was required of me, as well as the PR demands and my presence at some of the parties they held at their estate. I was asked to get up and was standing uncertain in front of them on my high heels, standing with my legs apart in a silk blouse and micro-mini to exhibit my qualities. She watched me strut my stuff, shaking my tits, parading in a mini skirt on my high heels in front of them like on the runway, moving and trusting my hips suggestively. They looked at me in a very professional fashion, almost disinterested, as the were looking at a piece of meat. Until Laura told me to stop and if I would please take off my clothes?. It startled me, making me freeze at the spot, hearing Laura's voice from the distance " what wrong Vixen, don't you want to get naked for us". Then I heard the strong voice of the women, " Vixen Laura has told us that you take directions very well, I expect you to obey me, you are a very beautiful women with your clothes on, now I want to have a look at you since we are going to pay you a lot of money for that lovely body of yours, so dear don't waist my time or leave" I had no alternative; other models would not hesitate at a opportunity like this. I was going to do whatever they wanted and have to undress for them and they were going to watch me;. Trying to look defiant at her; I just did what she told me, as they watched me I opened my blouse slowly dropping it to the floor. As I was standing there she told me to take off my satin bra and I reached behind my back and unclasped it slipping it off, revealing my big firm breasts for them, thrusting my boobs out so that they were displayed to their best advantage As they were watching me, my nipples becoming very hard and erect, it really started to turn me on standing in front of the window looking out over Paris, in front of these people I had never seen before, I could see a change in their attitude, I might never get a chance like this again, there was lust in the room, the civilised surface was gone. I knew these men wanted to fuck me but I still could not place the women who was clearly in charge and dominating the room with her presence. As she got up from her chair walking up to me, she was standing behind me. I felt her fingers lightly travelling over my back, telling me, "You like this, don't you, showing yourself off and being dominated, serving others, don't you?" Then she told me, "I want you to serve me Vixen, take off the rest and slowly, show us what kind of model you are." I could not refuse her, knowing she was in charge of me, dominating me. They all watched me smiling as I unzipped my skirt, dropping the rest to the floor, standing completely nude on my high heels in front of them. Then she was telling me to turn around. I tried to stop, but she told me not to stop, "sluts like you need this, I know you love showing off your body to men, flashing and tempting men makes you hot, this is what you need, don't you my little slut?" I was standing in front of her and she touched my eyes, my lips, my throat, letting her tender fingers brush my breasts, my hard nipples, my flat tummy touching the lips of my slit. I tried not to move, closing my eyes, letting this woman I had never seen before treat me like her whore, playing with my nipples, caressing me sliding her hands between my legs; it was so humiliating when he told me, "spread your legs, my little slut." I bit my lip as my body responded, trying to fight the arousal, thinking "please not again", but I knew what would happen; My little slit was already moist with anticipation, my nipples were tingling. What could I do? I just opened my legs and heard her voice, " I want you to touch yourself, finger yourself and I want to hear you come for me " her voice was so demanding asking such depraved things from me". But I did what she ordered me, feeling the wetness, needing to satisfy the lust between my legs. I heard her demanding voice, "Vixen I know you want to show us what a slut you are, I want you to fuck yourself Vixen". It was making feel so unbelievable hot that I slid two fingers into my pussy, moving my hips back and forth, doing what she wanted reaching an incredible organism for my new demanding Mistress. Experiences With My Nemesis Nero Little did I know that my agent and the casting director were involved into BDSM key ring and she started to take me to these "parties" with clients, sponsors and photographers and on the first night I found myself displayed for all to play with, fulfilling my need for sex, serving them was making me emotional free, being shared giving me feelings of completeness, satisfaction and excitement, while at the end of the evening after an auction with other models obeying one of the guests who had won me or was given to as his sex slave to serve him, to use me as they wished, just like happened at the few exclusive dinner parties she sent me to. I remember a dinner party at the estate of a fashion designer, with the St. Elmer cross standing in the corner of the dining room, only large candles standing. How I came dressed in a beautiful evening black dress from Dior she had sent me as a present, but was blindfolded and standing in front of the guests I let them strip me nude and left me standing only dressed in black garters, silk stockings and high heels. How they displayed me tied to the cross waiting me to be played with until dinner was over and the table was cleared and cigars and cognac was brought in. How I was their toy that weekend, to be played with, at the mercy of the guests as they watched me and she started to massage my breasts with ice cubes, circling my nipples, my stomach, finally stopping at my cunt. How she placed tiger clamps on my large nipples, setting my tits on fire, stretching my nipples making me feel the weight and pulling on them, how her guests treated me the way they wanted, using me for their pleasure, made me loose control when they roughly pawing my breasts making me scream, their fingers slipping inside my wet cunt, fingering my pussy, increasing the burning desire making me twist and buck. It makes me think about the models I have been with at those parties, about Daniela, how delicious and erotic she is but always very stylish. But like me she is not as stylish as she looks. When I think of her and Eva with her massive boobs, I remember the private parties we had with clients, with Daniela blindfolded with her hands tied over her head, with Eva between her long legs driving her crazy, while different men were standing around them, waiting for their turn. I love watching Daniela and Eva on the runway, their big breasts bouncing, smiling seductively, teasing and taunting, standing with their legs apart concealing their cunt with minuscule garments, shake their boobs, very provocative concealing nothing. They are more naked with their clothes on, their large massive breasts, splendid spheres, firm, pouting and perfect, smiling at the camera, trusting their hips suggestively, making love to the camera. Our respectability comes from the fact that we do not take off our G-string and show ourselves completely . But below the surface what we are submissive sluts asking to serve. We are very cooperative to the wishes of producers, photographers, we take direction very well, doing everything a photographer tell us to do, especially when we start to model, we do everything to get a good book, pics and assignments. Like my agent, modelling agencies and photographers are for models what pimps are for prostitutes. We models are just like used cars, a commodity to be bought and sold or at least rented. We sell our body in magazines as the ultimate commodity, bought and sold daily in supermarket. We do whatever is necessary; use our sexuality every day, with clients, producers and especially photographers. We are totally aware of this and still willing to do everything and use it. Everything today is sold using the power of physical beauty and no mind connection is established at least not a deep one. When Nero says I am a wild orchid I must confess in many ways he is right, I am a puppet who is under the right circumstances a exhibitionist, who likes to dress provocative, like to wear my black silk garters and stockings, they always make me feel sexy, tempted to become puppet Vixen, curious and wet, soaking wet. I know the truth about myself, when I travel through the deep recesses of my own mind, I feel the nagging feeling between my legs, the beginning of lust, the heat between my legs, the hunger in my belly, thinking about those nights with all these men, being their sex slave, commanded, ordered, watched and used. How I miss those men who made me sit on my knees in front of them, serving them, sucking their cocks. I miss being tied on a rack, my body stretched with my hands tied above my head, feeling there hands all over my body, knowing how my hot wet pussy needs all those men, I miss how they fucked me making me loose myself, driving me insane without any control over my desires. I know the truth about those parties, how I did not say no and surrendered to them, letting them use me as their toy, the truth is I am a sophisticated slut who needs sex, the rougher the better, how I spread my legs wide for them and let them dominate me sexually. How they played with me and talked dirty to me, the more dirty words I heard, the more my body responded, exciting me, driving me insane, without any control over my desires, begging them to punish me, how I wanted to please them, how they made me moan, dripping in sweat, how they made me cum, making me loose myself. In a way I miss it, to slowly strip and dance for a very select group of men, revealing my round breasts to them, kneeling in front of them, being passed around at parties and to be honest I pretty much did whatever they wanted. I did not know how they say no when they started to touch me, I had no choice then to serve them, loving every minute of it. Recently I have been thinking again how I was displayed on the rack, only dressed in a with black silk suspenders, silk stockings and 5 inch high heels with my legs spread. It is amazing how well Nero understands me, he understands me better then I understand myself, looking through my pride and my arrogance, how difficult it is to resist him. He is a powerful man able to take control of a strong women like me. He is charging that abuse, humiliation, and submission are too much of a aphrodisiac for me, he is right there is nothing that turns me on like being ordered to display my dark trimmed bush to perform in front of different men and women like my uncle made me entertain his friends. If I only would have said NO then, but I did not, I just let it happen again. The first time I met Nero now four years ago, was when Alex one of my favourite photographers came to Amsterdam when my former boyfriend was away. Often the relationship between a model and photographer is like that, it started innocent enough when my agent had send me to his studio for a go and see, but the same night ending up in his bed. He became my teacher, lover and confessor, who when we made love made me tell him about all my desires, about the parties, the different men and other models I slept with and everything he wanted to know. Like Ken, Alex was an experienced teacher understanding me, from the first moment we met he dominated me. Telling me, that I have good girl / slut complex, that I am forced by my excellent upbringing to be a nice girl but through the loss of my own control I should free my own inhibitions, which are imposed by society. What I really want is to be a slut that I was made to serve men, that once I am free of my inhibitions, I can discover a world of sensations, which is denied for me in the past. Also this time like always in the afternoon I shared his bed, telling him everything about my experiences with Sir David, what a slut I had been and how good it felt being treated like that, but also that I am afraid to compromise my family or myself. How hot it made me when he called me a whore. He is clearly understand me and it felt so good to tell him all my dark secrets and fantasies. Like I told him when I masturbate I think about being exploited as a whore, how the idea turns me on to be abducted by several older men, cruel men who are old enough to be my father, not civilised men, but old and dirty men who corrupt me, humiliating me, taking me forcefully just like the three men who waited for me in the stable when I came back riding my horse, grabbing my hair, pulling it and violating my hot body, making me submit to them. To serve such men as their private sex object, a sex slave who is opening her legs, showing my wet snatch, becoming an obedient and permanent sex toy who's abused and humiliated in a dark parking, who's only purpose is to serve them any way they desire, showing me off in public, making me strip on stage in a private men's in a room full of guys, making me open my legs for them, exposing myself. Now I know I should have said no to him, not trusted him because he was just like all the others, stimulating my sexuality, my desires, using me for his own pleasure. Below the surface he was just a ugly pig playing games with me, setting me up with some of his friends, just like he did with Nero telling him about my secrets and desires. A few weeks later after these confessions he told me to come to the photo-studio, when I came therefore a shoot, there was to my surprise a friend of him, called Nero, after the colour of his depraved soul. During the photo shoot Nero was watching me all the time the way some men do, especially when I changed clothes, appraising me, looking directly at my tits, smiling coldly, making me very uncomfortable, I really disliked him the way he made his remarks about me to Alex. When I complained Alex told me that I should not be such a arrogant bitch, telling me Nero was his banker and one of his best friends and that he asked him to come especially to Amsterdam to meet me. Besides he wanted me to be nice to him because he needed to get a big publicity assignment from Nero. Since I did not want to spoil thing for him, I decided to be friendly to his friend and started to flirt with him, when I changed a couple of times showing him enough flesh knowing he would appreciate that. After all Alex was the first photographer in Paris my agent sent me to, he also helped me with the first assignment, who also likes to have me on my knees in front of him, like all men do, for this I should thank Ken how well he educated me. Finally when we were finished it was already late when we finished and I had been drinking already too much and felt very relaxed. That's the way we went to do the town, the three of us, I dressed in a wrap around skirt, a very nice lace see through blouse and high heels. After dinner told me he would leave and that Nero would take care of me, it upset me. I protested, but it did not take long till I agreed, anyway I had been drinking already too much and I did not care anymore. He took me to some other places and all of a sudden we were in the red light district, I had no choice, he looked at the prostitutes who sat in the windows and were standing outside, told me he would love to see me there, telling me he was sure I would like that too. I was really angry and confused with what was happening to me, protesting when he pushed me into a sex-shop, but I let him take me there. I do not know what some men see in me. Later he took me to Bdsm sex-shop on the corner of the canal and a dark alley with Asian women in the red windows or standing outside, this I did not enjoy at all. But I did not dare to leave him, early in the morning in such an area is not a sensible thing to do. Besides I had been drinking too much. I was the only women in the shop and lots of men around. They glanced at me and I noticed they could not keep their eyes off me. Nero took me to a shelf and made me look at some very explicit bondage magazines. Then he started to talk to the owner and later told me to walk to the rack because he was going to buy me a present. I saw the owner smiling going over one of the rack and picking out the lingerie Nero has selected. He was handing me the red lingerie and told me to change. I was protesting, and begging Nero, but was no use. I still I don't understand why I took the lingerie I stepped into a cabin and started to undress and was stepping into the clothes Nero has selected for me. A red string, barely covering my pussy, a pair of red stocking and suspender belt attaching the clasps to the top of the fishnet stockings, a corset which is a size to small and a tiny leather skirt barely covering my bums. I looked into the mirror finally we found our way out. Why I did this, I don't know, I think its because I cannot resist a man like that. When we walked out the shop we entered the Casa Roso to see a life sex show. I must confess it really exited me, sitting in the dark watching two girls on stage with a black guy, I felt his hand between my legs as he made me part my open my legs, I felt my nipples harden, pussy tingle, afterwards he took me to a peep show, this was the worst, it was already far past midnight, different men were standing around looking at me. From outside the booth I heard the sounds, I asked him to leave, but he pushed me roughly into booth and he forced me to watch, while he was standing behind me his hands grabbed roughly my tits, pinching my nipples, twisting and pulling. I protested, but it was wild, I was helpless, feeling the lust, it turned me on watching the girl on stage. His hands moved to my hips and grabbed my mini-skirt, soon my string was on the floor and he grabbed my ass. He really made me excited again, real wet, but wanted to fuck my ass, I begged him to stop, told him I wanted to suck his cock. Not much later I was sitting on my knees in front of him and started to do what I do so well, but he grabbed the back of my head tightly and started to fuck my face, while I was sitting with my eyes closed I did my best to suck him, the best I could to get it over with. Afterwards I walked unsteady out of the cabin, I had to walk through different men, I heard him laugh, he told me the next time he would take me I would perform in a life sex show, or put me in a window, I would be a great little whore at it. Not much later he pushed me into one of those cheap hotels on the canals. He pushed me into the room, then he hit me, smacked my face, pushed my face into the bed and cuffed my hands to the bed, I tried to struggle but I was afraid and started to behave doing everything he wanted. A week later he left and I went back to the house, I could hardly walk, I felt dirty and cheap. Now four years later I still remember, how after that first night he kept punishing for my arrogance, he made me come to his hotel in the afternoon and how I started to dress the way he ordered me, often taken me to a sex shops in the red light district or a movie theatre making me dress in red or black garters with fishnet stockings and a corset what was a size too small and a tiny leather skirt barely covering my bums. Thinking back about my experiences with him, he still makes me afraid, but I cannot resist him, just like Sir David, I could not say NO to him, needing the fear, the waves of pleasures of being used, the pleasures strong men like that give me, I just let it happen doing whatever he said until I was dismissed. When I got married he started to influence me to write about my experience and my inner self. Recently he has told me again, that I am beautiful sophisticated bitch and that he knows what I really need, that he wants me to leave my husband and offered me a job in his company as his Personal Assistant, that it will be on his terms, owning me completely, how he will fuck my little ass again, to use me like he did before as his sex slave, his whore. If I didn't know him so well, I would laugh now about it, but like I first saw him, he gives me an uneasy feeling. Now I know that my first impression of him was correct, his cold steel flashy eyes did not betray his real personality, but when he looks at me I am helpless, he has the ability to force me to his will. He arouses me, making me shiver, making me concerned and very afraid, but fear is very sexual stimulating for me. I am not able to look away, something I cannot explain, feeling myself always getting excited and wet when he looks at me, like he looks at me as his prey, not even touching me, waiting to be played with by him. Like recently when my husband was away on a business trip and my husband suggested I accept the dinner invitation of Nero and enjoy myself, trusting him with his precious wife, if my husband only knew the true motives for his friendship. I first tried to avoid him, but when my husband called again he let me no choice. Later Nero called, telling me he had spoken to my husband and would send his driver to pick me up Friday in the afternoon. The next day he send me a box with a silk black dress with instructions what to wear, precise, cool and demanding. When I opened the box, despite it was an expensive dress from Versace, I did not care at all for that "fuck me" dress, knowing how I would look in it…. When I woke up the next morning I felt sweaty and hot, remembering the message Nero sent with the dress " It's impossible to run away from what you have learned, what you are, I know what you want, I know what you need, I will give you what you need". Since I met my husband, the truth is that I have tried to avoid him, because he scares me, he was the last person on earth I wanted to see on my wedding day. It scared me when I saw him on my wedding reception, making me feel uncomfortable, trying to avoid him. But it took not long that he was standing in front of me, looking at me with his cold eyes, still making me feel like his slut, his little girl he punished and humiliated, just like my uncle Jerome and his friends did. During the wedding reception when my husband was talking to the different guests, he leaned over whispering in my ear that he is sure that I didn't want my husband to know what happened in Amsterdam, or to read the letters I wrote him, how much I enjoyed it in Amsterdam being dressed like a whore and being used by him and his friends. He told me he has already show my pictures to some of his business friends, the kind of friends who love helping classy types like me behave like the whore they say I am, that my husband has no idea that I am just a classy slut. Of course I rejected this, telling him that now that I am married it's different, how can someone with my background accept this, that I am not like that, but he just laughed telling me the time will come soon that like before I will ask him for what he offers me. I am afraid of this, the truth is, that even on my wedding day, feeling his touch, he turned me on, the sexual fire was burning inside and the bad animal wanted to be satisfied, I was feeling the heat between my legs the way he humiliated me, I was totally helpless, feeling my pussy tingling and getting wet. He just laughed told me that he knows I am a hot piece who needs the fear, the excitement, the excitement my husband can never give me or should he tell my husband what a slut I am, I felt tears of humiliation and anger, I begged him, I was devastated and did not know what to do, He left me no choice, making me come to the stable in my wedding dress where he waited for me, I could not resist him, he turned me on, I felt the heat between my legs being called his little slut and in the stable he pushed me against the wall in one of the empty boxes. I let him touch me, opening my dress for him showing my tits to him, letting him touch me, hearing him laugh when he squeezed my breasts, twisting my hard nipples, humiliating me telling me to think about him when my husband was making love to me, as he pushed me on my knees I opened his trousers and did everything what he wanted. Experiences With My Nemesis Nero Now this afternoon 18 months later, looking around my large bedroom I knew I had no choice and I started to prepare myself for the evening, when I stepped out of the shower and put on my silk morning coat and looked at myself standing almost nude in front of the mirror, wondering about the evening which was ahead of me, knowing full well what would happen, looking at my breasts, squeezing them, my nipples already hard in anticipation. When I look at myself in the mirror, closing my eyes I remembered the first time with him, how I woke up the next day in this cheap hotel in Amsterdam, nude, love bites and streams all over my tits, my hands cuffed behind my back with a terrible hang-over. Almost as in a hazy dream I recall that night, I remember how he made me kneel in this peep show cabin, how he took out his big thick cock, how he told me to open my mouth, telling me to suck, how he made me rub my breasts, pinching my nipples, wanted his cock and loving it how it felt, I have always liked sucking on thick cocks, so I just took him down and licked his penis, while he held me by my hair, calling me a dirty bitch, dirty whore, cunt, I licked and sucked him all the way while I pushed my breasts together, squeezing my breasts, harder and harder as I sucked him off, trying to make him come, swallowing him, really arousing me. I remember the next days in this cheap hotel room, not caring anymore, telling Master Nero everything what he wanted to hear, telling I wanted to be his dirty slut, his whore, his toy to be played with, begging him to fuck my tits. How I was standing for him on my high heels with my legs apart, dancing and showing him my wet pussy, masturbating for him like his slut, loving it how dirty he talked to me, loving it how he fucked my tits, abused my breasts, biting my nipples, how I was in heat like never before, a sexual frenzy, he finally fucked me, making me scream. The same images I see how he made me tell him that I want to fuck his friends, to be exploited as his whore when I please myself when I am alone and bored. Remembering what he told me before that I should stop running away from my destiny, my cravings, that he will realise all my secret cravings, that it's not love I want, that I dream about his world, that I love his world, that I crave his world, I need his world, that I just fear who I am, that he knows I crave being dominated, taken, opening your legs for any man he will give me to. That I am the kind of stuck up bitch he saw in college, rich, superior with my haughty manners, looking down on guys like him, coming from the wrong side of track, that this makes my submission much sweeter, that I will be happiest when men hold me down and take turns, that I am a bitch whore who wants that, that it is what my mind hates, that I want men to fuck me like a bitch in heat. That the purpose of women like me is to serve, that I need a Master who takes me, uses me so that I can be the sexual creature I am. To exploit my body and make me into a sex craving slut, introducing me to the most degrading sexual acts and teach me to crave them, that it will give him great pleasure to see me debased and teach me what I really am, a whore, good only to use, abuse and humiliate in public. He will give me to women who want me, make me dress up pretty and give me to them for the night or a weekend. They can do whatever they want with me. I will be tied down so I can't get away, all night long I will just be their sex toy, I will be forced to be with other slave girls sexually, performing in private men's clubs on the weekend, whether I want it or not, that is just part of a slave girl's life. By controlling me that he will give me the feelings I am craving, instead like I am used to being in charge. I have tried to forget his words and the lust I felt during that night, how I responded to him, my breast swelling, my nipples wanting to feel his touch, sucking at my breasts, offering no resistance to him, how I started to moved, grinding my hips back and forth, how he made me lose myself to lust, quivering of ecstasy, caressing my sweaty body as he used me, violating me, finally make me collapse in exhaustion. I could not resist it at all, letting my silk morning robe slide to the floor and started to caress myself, I was feeling that tingling feeling between my legs, wondering what Nero would do to me, I was unable to stop myself, the need of my body was overriding everything, and my hand started to squeeze my breasts, rolling and pulling roughly at my nipples. It was wild to watch myself in the mirror, my hips moving in and out moving from side to side on the music, shaking my tits, pushing my tits up, squeezing them, pinching my nipples and started to play with my trimmed pussy, very slowly stroking my labia, teasing, thinking about Nero how I danced for him and what he called me, I felt the warm sensations, thinking about being on my knees in front of him sucking his thick cock, the heat was building between my tights, emotions consuming, making me completely going over the edge and reaching my climax. Later after a refreshing shower I first picked up the silk half-cub black bra he had sent me and hooked it behind my back and scoped my breasts into the cups, the bra just about fitted, pushing my breasts up. Then sitting in front of the mirror I put on my black silk suspender belt, a black silk thong panty and attached the silk black stockings to the suspenders. I put on 5' black stilettos I was ordered to wear, like Nero had instructed "slut be dressed and painted like a high class whore"! As I applied the heavy beige makeup, I knew I was going to regret it that I accepted his invitation, knowing I should have avoided him and stop it, but it felt also soo exciting. I put on thick black liner on my eyelids, adding a heavy shadow and coated my lashes with mascara. Then I painted my lips a flame-red lipstick, giving me a slightly trashy look. I barely recognised myself and thought how disgusted my husband would have been seeing me like this. I went to the closet and pulled out the little black "fuck me" dress , slipping in the tight micro dress, zipping it up at the side noticing my stockings were clearly too short and the stocking tops were almost visible. Looking at my short black tight dress made me feel so sexy, the silk material clung to my body, supported by spaghetti straps that barely held up the low cut top. The dress was outrageous, much too short, too tight and too revealing, slashed to the waist to display slice of my tight was clearly intended to exhibit my merchandise in public, a very low décolleté showing off a lot of cleavage, almost showing my hard nipples, it made me feel so hot that I closed my eyes and my mind filled with images how Nero had treated me before. I felt my pussy melting with excitement, tonight dressed like this, painted like this, its such a thrill accepting it and I decided I might as well have a good time, knowing that he will take care of me, I will do anything I am told by a man like that. When the limo arrived I closed the door behind me and walked slowly to the car. I saw how the gardeners stopped and stared at me. I felt naked wondering what he thought, then I looked into his eyes knowing full well. As the driver opened the door for me, I got into the car I felt his gaze at the split of my dress enjoying the view. As I was sitting in the back, I saw the driver was watching me through his mirror, adjusting the mirror focusing it on my breasts. I saw him gazing in the mirror at me when I took a drink from the bar and uncrossed my legs. It made me feel uncomfortable how he looked at me knowing he got a glimpse of my thighs and my black panties under my miniskirt. When we finally got to the Raphael hotel after a long drive I walked into the bar before we would leave for the Japanese restaurant I wondered what the few guests who sat in the bar made of me dressed as I was, dressed in that expensive but shameful piece of silk clothing. I knew that look that some men gave me when I walked in, if I am ever am going to be a whore this is the effect I want to have on men. Nero was waiting for me, as always elegantly dressed as the prominent banker he is, in a blue fine pinstripe suite, his intense eyes looking at me. I felt his dominating power, making me nervous, my nipples hot and feeling that very familiar heat between my thighs when he held me close, kissed on my cheek, touching my breasts, pinching my nipples, smiling at me before he told me to sit next to him on the couch. I realised he still turned me on, once again and knew he is a real man, looking through me, the kind of man who knows exactly what I need, understands that my protests do not mean very much when he insist, taking me without any respect, the wife of one of his business friends. Sitting next to him I crossed my legs as he put his strong hand on my knee, making me feel again like a little girl the way he looked at me, making me tell him how it felt being dressed like that. I couldn't get over the feeling of complete sensuality he exuded, talking that women like me are born for servitude, to serve men. Telling me that after dinner he was going to introduce me to two of his friends, important clients of his company, he had selected for me to entertain, just like I had entertained some other men before I got married. In the beginning I tried to protest, telling him " don't tell me what to do", to say NO to him, but he just laughed and would not listen. Later I begged him not to do it, that I did not want to cheat on my husband, that I did regret what I did on my wedding day, that I have been good girl, never did cheat with someone after my wedding day 18 months ago and I did not want to start that again. He just looked at me in a dark way, smiling at me, making me feel like a bad little girl, telling me he was sure I still have these depraved thoughts that consume me, the thoughts I have had since I was a schoolgirl wanting to become a sex object for pleasure of others, just like I was when I worked as a model, knowing how much I fear the thoughts of becoming a whore, but how the thought consumes me, like a moth as it is approaching the flame, how my pussy will expose herself like a rose, a beautiful wet rose. Telling me what I really want as a nice girl is to confess publicly to my sins, that what I really need is to be publicly shamed, humiliated and punished. I remembered that look, how I was drawn to him, knowing how he likes to corrupt a spoiled high class bitch like me, how he first humiliated me in front of his friends, letting them touch me in public, telling me that it is all about power, or should he tell my husband what a slut I am. That there is only one way to keep this between us, that my husband does not need to know about my indiscretions. I knew again, how well he understood me, like before my marriage recognising the slut inside, knowing I had no choice then to obey him. As he felt his hand on my knee, feeling his touch, stroking my tight I protested but was helpless unable to refuse him, it made me so hot the way he talked to me reminding me how I was on my knees sucking his cock on my wedding day, the humiliating words he used, looking in my eyes I felt the same excitement, the moisture between my legs, letting him lift my skirt and sliding his hands between my legs, humiliating me knowing the waiter was glancing discretely from behind the bar, making me open my legs for him. It was soo arousing, almost like foreplay, sitting there while his hand was exploring the inside of my tights, stroking me, telling me that he knows my needs are becoming stronger, my depraved needs to be punished, to be a helpless. I was afraid of these cold eyes of him looking right through me, making me shiver, growing cold, making me look down to hide my embarrassment when he touched me, feeling the animal desire in me rise while I saw the waiter approaching with the bottle of champagne I did not resist anymore further opening my legs further for Nero, feeling the desire rise while his hand was stroking me, sending shivers of shame through me as the waiter opened the Champagne I saw him looking at my spread thighs, at my tiny back silk thong, bowing my head, knowing like always how the evening would be ending with him. He was telling me my husband does not understand that women are submissive to men, not understanding my needs. That it will not be long till I realize that my husband can never satisfy my needs, that I cannot leave my life behind me. That my husband he can never give me what a slut like me needs. That it will now not be long that I will leave my husband again, he will be waiting for me giving me what I need, a sex slave who wants to serve. Telling I have been pampered and spoilt all my life, that he will learn me to abandon my freedom, my pride, my arrogant behaviour and defiance, that like before I just need some encouragement, that my real personality is fighting to come out, the slut in me, that I want to be bad, that I want it nasty, real nasty, but perhaps I always have been bad already. Saying I like to make myself so grand, showing that I am a nice girl, but I should not deny it, that I am born for sexual slavery, that I wish to be commanded, ordered, watched and used, that inside my desire is to be a common slut, daddy's little girl. A bad dirty slut who need sex from older men, the rougher the better, a slut who wants to be daily violated by men, a slut who in reality wants to serve a Master. That he knows what I want and will make sure, that I will be nothing but a sex slave, a hot bitch for his personal use. That he will serve me at his dinner table and share me with his friends, that I will be getting fucked by anybody he wants, anybody who can afford me, either to buy me, or rent me for a day, a weekend or a week, and when he has enough of me, he will he will sell me to a new owner. That he show me off to men and women dressed in black stockings attached to garters with a black leather corset, which is tight just stopping under my nipples, cupping my big breasts, pushing them together and upwards and making them even more look like firm fruit men want to touch. He will take me to the same canals in Amsterdam and make me participate in life sex shows and afterwards will take me to a darkroom for his amusement. Nero called me a beautiful stuck up bitch flaunting my hot sexy body, smiling inviting, begging to be humiliated in front of different ordinary men by a Master who turns me into his pet, his whore, his toy, making me realise my true potential, finally surrendering and becoming sexually free. Telling me I need a strong and dominant Master who controls me, making my choices, who can reach inside and take control of me from the inside out, that it is my nature to serve men sexually and by doing so it will make me emotional free. Concluding "when I am done with you…you will do exactly as you are told because I am stronger than you, more determined than you and for the first time in your life, doing so will bring you closer to what you really need, what you really want, rather than further away. I know that no other place in the world will exist for you that is better than what I will create for you here where you will obey and serve." He put his mouth to her ear, "What are you" he whispered into my ear. I felt his hands touching my breasts, his fingers on my nipples squeezing I knew what he wanted to hear, but I tried to refuse, begging him to stop. But squeezing my nipple, he would not "Tell me Vixen" he urged. "I know all about your desires slut, I know how you desire to be exploited as a dirty whore, tell me you want to entertain my friends like only you can", I could not control myself anymore, "I'm your slut" I whispered "I am your whore, your nasty slut whore" feeling the perverse excitement between my legs as I submitted again to him. After dinner with too muck sake and champagne, his driver drove us to a salsa club and he led me inside. There were many people inside. That are the kind places I love to visit to unwind when I am alone and in the right mood when my husband is on one of many business trips. Then I like to dress in very tight jeans or a shirt and tight mini skirt or a nice wrap around skirt on high heels showing off my long and smooth legs with a tight T-shirt, no bra or a tight silk blouse with the top three bottoms open showing my boobs, bending over, knowing the view they get looking at seeing my cleavage. I love to dance in front of different guy's, especial with the right partner, the salsa is such a sensual dance, it's almost like making love. I feel their eyes blatantly staring all over my snobby aristocratic body, undressing me, I can read their eyes, I can see what they think. Especially if I have been drinking Champagne I like to dance alone, letting my body move on the sound of the music, my eyes closed, my head spinning, moving my hips on the rhythm of the beat, taunting, sliding my hands up and down my body, opening only the top bottoms of my blouse, almost showing my aroused nipples. I love the attention, I look at them, looking at them innocently. It gives me power over them, men are toys to me, little men who have nothing much to say. I avoid always common men since they are boring, they have nothing to say, most of all I dislike their attitude, besides they often smell unpleasant. I can look right through them with a very arrogant smile on my face as if they are a dirty and unpleasant fly, or be very, very polite to them, but being polite can also be very insulting. At moments like that, my nipples hard, I want them to touch me, grab and squeeze my tits, twisting my nipples but I have to laugh how easy it is to get them all hot and bothered and they think that I suggest more then I really do, knowing they want me, but will never have me. As Nero led me toward the other side of the room, we ended up in a dimly lit booth with two of his friends waiting for us. I had not expected this at all and I did not like it at all, Frank was much older but big and athletic and black as coal. Frank was clearly in charge, the other was also black, tall and handsome. Both were very well dressed, clearly rich black men, but they were typical "new rich" men without any real class, just a thin layer of veneer, but the way they stared made me feel very unconvertible. They clearly knew Nero well, laughing with him and not at all my kind. As I was sitting next to Nero, he was stroking my hair, making suggestive comments telling his friends that I used to be a model. But was married and that my husband was often away, grinning "I'm sure her husband will understand if his very beautiful wife wants to have a little fun". I tried to protest, pull away from him, but felt my body betraying me when he put his hand on my knees, he ran his hand along my legs and I did not even resist, knowing it was futile, accepting his hand between my legs, my dress ridden up, and exposing the tops of my stockings, exposing my thighs, making my dress to ride higher and higher. I heard him asking Frank, the biggest of the two how he liked me his whore, it was so humiliating the way they stared smiling at my spread legs, at my revealing black thong. I did not know what to say, what to do, my thong damp with wetness at his humiliation, knowing I should have left them, but I did not. Not even when he started to make very suggestive remarks, telling them that I was one of the nastiest white girls that will ever have serviced their black cocks. Isn't that correct my slut? staring at them, I did not even protest. I was getting enormously aroused knowing what Nero had in mind, knowing that two black cocks would be waiting to use me at the end of the night, thinking how my uncle made me entertain the needs of his business friends and others, how it was making me feel free and alive, my cunt, mouth and ass at his disposal. Experiences With My Nemesis Nero But it became soon very civilised, we had a few drinks and Nero insisted I dance with Frank, he was a excellent dancer, very athletic, the music was loud and I knew my dancing would excite me further, especial when I dance the salsa, its such a erotic dance, I love the intense music. When we danced he held me tightly, his hand resting on my ass, whispering those words in my ears, feeling the heat rise, exciting me how our bodies, how are hips moved together. It became a erotical dance I could feel his cock pressing against his trousers into me, and his hands started to make their way up to my dress; He pulled me closer to him and slid his hand underneath and cupped my breast and pinched my nipple while he rubbed his cock against me. It was embarrassing the way he handled me; my nipples became hard and stuck out through the dress top I was wearing. He was sliding his hands up pulling my skirt higher pushing his knee between my legs, making me feel the bulge of his cock through my thin dress, rubbing it against me. Taking my hand and making me touch his member, made me feel the pent up desires rise in me at the dirty thought I had. I closed my eyes and heard him whisper, "like what you feel bitch", I rubbed my tights together, it was almost an unbearable feeling the lust between my legs, his hand squeezing my breast, my nipples hard and throbbing from his touch. I felt thinking about his big member, I was sure I never felt a cock like that, needing to escape from, excusing myself and going to the ladies. Afterwards when I came back to the booth, I tried not to pay any attention to them, more or less ignoring them. Finally when we left the club outside in the fresh air I felt dizzy as they merely guided me back towards the car, helping me into the rear compartment and climbing in after me, pushing me in the back of the car. In the back of the car, my head dizzy from the sake and champagne, sitting between his friends, and as soon as the car started to drive I saw Nero smiling at me as Frank lightly ran his fingers down the side of my face, caressing my neck and the skin exposed from my low-cut dress, pushing my dress down exposing my breasts. Frank slowly moved his hand around to grasp my bare back. While the other drew me close and put his hand between my knees, my short skirt riding up, as I tried to push my skirt down but could not. He pushed the fabric of my short dress up to my tights, pushing his hand further between my legs. I saw Nero opposite looking at me, he had a super eight camera, smiling telling me "I know your husband can never give you what you need", that he knew what I really wanted, whispering " slut open your legs for my friends, show us what a whore you are, I know this is what you want, that is what you need". I felt the Frank touching my neck. I knew it was wrong, images of my husband flashed through my mind, I tried to push them back, stop them, my mind was saying NO, it was shameful, but my desires were screaming for their touch, he pushed slowly my straps down and unzipped the side of my dress opening it up, grinning telling me I should not have started the game, that now I was going to play it to the end. That I was asking for it. Nero terrified me how he knew me to demand and use me to do his bidding. But sexual submission at the same time was savagely exciting. There was something marvellously masculine about the way they made me submit to them, feeling a raging fire in my loins needing satisfaction desperately now, and they were intent on making me do their bidding. They were kissing my neck, nibbling my ears, hands caressing and squeezing my breasts. I tried to protest, but Frank, this big black man forced his tongue between my lips and started to kiss me roughly, his kisses had a way of making everything melt around me, the way his tongue played with mine made me respond, taking my hand making me touch his member. I felt my head spinning, I felt helpless, knowing what would happen, feeling the tingling feeling between my legs, the increasing heat, I tried not to react but the truth is I resisting hardly at all, it was all soo arousing, sitting almost nude between them, how they pushed me on my back, pinned me down, did what they wanted, rough hands grabbing my breasts, twisting my nipples. I was terrified, recognising the feeling of that primitive thrill and excitement that I am unable to fight. I was no longer a faithful wife, I was simply a desire filled slut who wanted to be used. I leaned back as their hands squeezed my tits and their hands moved to my hips and grabbed my dress with both hands, soon my bra and panty was on the floor and they grabbed my ass pushing my legs open. I heard Nero laugh, humiliating me, " Vixen, my slut, show us your cunt slut, my friend Frank wants to see what kind of high class whore he has bought for tonight". I tried to struggle with all my might I knew that it was no use and it excited me too much, it was so kinky being exposed for them, with my tights spread wide apart, his fingers found my wet pussy and began to stroke my clit almost making me come. I spread my legs wider when they started to stroke my wet pussy again, biting my nipples, feeling the lust, that familiar wet feeling between my legs. I still tried to push the other black guys away, but as he moved down to my pussy and spread my lips wide apart. He pushed one finger deep inside and began finger fucking me. Frank was fingering my nipples, sucking and biting them with his teeth. The other replaced his fingers with his tongue flicking my clit with his tongue and tongue fucking her deeper and deeper, driving me crazy, my pussy was dripping, he was kissing my pussy lips I nearly passed out of the sexual tension they were creating. His tongue reaching soo deep, it was too much and started to scream, he kept pushing, his tongue increasing driving me to my orgasm in the back of the car, like I did as a schoolgirl, making me forget everything, wrapping my legs around him, starting to buck against his hot mouth, he made me erupt like a Volcano, not caring anymore I heart Frank say, now its my turn, pushing my legs wide apart, touched the entrance to my pussy, but he slapped my tits telling me "I bet you like it rough, don't you, take it like the whore you are", then he trust his monster cock making me scream in pain and rammed him deep using me, I never had been stretched like he did, pushing his cock deeper and deeper, he was huge, and it hurt like nothing else I had before and he was rough, spreading my legs as far apart as he could, he started with slow circular motions at first, then hard pushing deep into me, it was delicious, he went faster and faster driving me crazy, wrapping my legs around him, not caring anymore. He started to turn me in the complete slut I am, loosing myself, I started to thrust my hips towards him, wanting him, not able to resist letting it happen. The faster and faster he went, the louder I started to become, it became a perverted blessing, pushing back against him with every stroke. The rhythm was perfect, grabbing onto the leather I bit into it, he made me feel so good, so deep, nobody had ever fucked me like this, my pussy had been stretched out like never before. Afterwards with my dress in shreds, the rest gone, while they held me Nero used a permanent marker and started to write what they called me on my body, on my breasts. I was sitting devastated on the floor, totally nude except for my garters, silk stocking and my shoes as I heard him open his trousers. Nero grabbed my hair and jerked my head up, level with his hard cock, "Now, open your mouth slut and suck me". I felt his balls hitting as he pushed his fat cock deep in my mouth, making me gag and felt his cum and began fucking my face even harder, making me feel dizzy. Then he let go and grabbed my tits, squeezing them, playing with my hard nipples. When he started to insult me, I could see his cock growing again and started to do what he told me, while I was sitting on my knees the other grabbed my hair, with my eyes closed I tried to calm myself and began to lick it, looking at him them and did my best to suck him again. Hard and fast, hearing him saying "Suck me, slut, show my friends how much you like that, how good you are, how good your mouth feels" He was big and hard, I could barely fit him in. But he kept talking, knowing how to treat me. As we got to the house they pulled me out of the car, almost nude while Nero used his camera and took me into my own house. Standing in front of the door on my high heels, displaying myself only dressed in black garters and ripped stockings, my naked cunt, make-up smeary and ruined, knowing how right Nero was, looking like the pathetic whore I know I am inside. When we entered in the large hall, looking in the mirror seeing the words they had written on my body, feeling embarrassed. Inside the house they made themselves comfortable, ordering me to serve them drinks, ignoring my pleas to leave. I was standing in front of them like a bad little girl, as Nero started to use his camera again, he ignored my protest and continued to film me and ordered "Get on your knees bitch", I had no choice, but to oblige. Resistance was futile and did I want to resist, I knew what my fate would be, not caring anymore, I might as well accept my own depravity and I sat on my knees in front of them. They had taken off their pants I could see their beautiful long, thick black dicks, making my mouth get dry, making me feel hot inside, feeling the pressure between my legs. It was scary when I looked in amazement at Frank's, it was by far the largest cock I ever had seen, except for my horse, his cock sent shivers through my body, he was, much bigger and at least twice as thick as my husband's penis. I could not take my eyes away of his throbbing cock and heard him saying "suck it...suck my big black dick whore" .. I grabbed his glorious black stick by its thick base, stroking it and my fingers weren't even touching. I let my tongue run up and down his beautiful shaft, loving its thickness, my mouth ran up and down his shaft, my tongue tickling the tip of his penis, sucking the tip of his penis, wrapping my lips around it. I tried to suck Frank's black cock, it was soo thick I could hardly get it in my mouth. I licked up and down his beautiful black shaft, I looked at him, reaching under his magnificent shaft, rubbing his balls, kissing the tip of his cock, licking it, slurping, beginning jerking at the base of his penis, wanting to be good for him, I sucked him hard, having not even half of him in my mouth, running my tongue back and forth underneath it, he placed his left hand behind my neck and began to force more of his meat into my mouth, he grabbed my hair, pushing my head. "that's it whore, take my cock you fucking whore". He began pushing his hips back and forth fucking my mouth roughly, slapping his balls against my chin. He took his cock out rubbing it over my face, slapping my face with it "you are a nasty slut aren't you" and pushed it in. Sitting on my knees, the other guy came behind me, talking dirty to me and grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples, caressing my breasts. Frank was increasing the intensity, fucking my face, making me deep throat him, then he finally I saw he was getting ready to cum, finally he exploded in my mouth, making me gag, his seed dripping on my chin, I heard his voice ordering me to swallow everything, looking at me. I felt a unbelievable pleasure, looking at his pleasure, nothing else mattered anymore, feeling the heat of being their cock sucking slut, then I heard Nero "Lick it clean, you slut...you know you want to, whore" I was only feeling pleasure, as the other guy grabbed me around my waist, holding my hips and slowly started to thrust in my ass. He was very gentle and it was amazing, gently, started in a slow rhythm before he grabbed my hair he shoved his cock all the way in, they knew exactly what to do, how to treat me, giving me pleasure and pain. I responded and began grinding my hips hard against him, hearing him dirty talking to me, violating me, grabbing my jiggling breasts while he continued fucking me making me forget everything, going deeper, giving me soo pleasure and pain, feeling sooo good with all those sensation which were being done to me, while Frank took my hand and guided it to my wet cunt, starting to rub my clit, finally leaving me spend on the floor. I only felt pleasure how rough they treated me, my obedience to them no longer in question, accepting that Nero was right, knowing my purpose was to satisfy his friends desires as their dirty white slut. Not much later they returned, hearing Nero tell me "now, show us your bedroom bitch. Show us the way". I begged Nero not to take me to my bedroom where I make love with my husband, not in the same bed, that I would do everything they wanted, that I would be their slut as long as they wanted, that I wanted to be their dirty whore. I begged them to use one of the guestrooms, please not in my own bed, not in the same bed I sleep and make love with my husband. But they just laughed. I walked to the bedroom, stumbling on the stairs. They were right behind me, pushing me, silent, touching my back, my ass. In the bedroom, they pushed me over to my big bed, stretching me out, my legs were spread for them, one of them holding my ankles. I saw how Nero put the video camera on it's tripod in the corner of the room, but I had no protests left in me, knowing they would do whatever they wanted. Later Nero arm was below my head, he was sucking my neck, tonguing my ear and began to touch my breasts and the other man moved to the other sides of the bed and laid next to me and began to pinch my nipples. "The cunt's nipples are still hard". I felt weak; I felt so hot; I felt their demanding hands move and I spread my thighs for him letting him explore my pussy. I heard Nero whisper in my ear. "Vixen don't fight it, let go, you know you are a bad little girl, this is what you need, this is what you are born for, you are a slut, just like your mother loves black cock, so do you, you are made to be a whore, feel it, its driving you wild is isn't it?" I tried to resist them but it felt so good, feeling their mouth over me, pulling my nipples, a finger into my pussy, sliding in and out, his tongue flicking my hot cunt. I was their toy, unable to move, hands and mouths everywhere, tickling, probing, sucking. The voice of Nero in my ear was driving me crazy, calling me his sex slave, his whore, a whore who wants to be exploited, to pick up men and have wild, hot sex with them, sucking them, taking it in my ass, loving it being their slut, doing anything they ask for, my mind was accepting it, I felt excitement. I felt soo much lust, soo much pleasure; I had no control over myself, responding. Once again my sexual hunger needed to be satisfied took over once again as my legs were obscenely spread wide apart, not caring anymore. I heard how Nero called me a dirty slut pushing his cock down my throat and I started to lick his cock, sucking him, swallowing his cum. He was telling me that we both knew I liked it, that I always have wanted to be exploited as a whore, fingers rolled inside my overheated cunt, a tongue flicking around my pussy lips, tickling my clit, I felt my hips push upward towards. I was moaning, wanted it. I wanted their long fat black cocks, I was asking for it. I wanted to be their dirty white whore, I begged them to suck their cocks, to be fucked, please please please... I felt the tremors starting, my hips beginning to buck. They kissed me deep and hard, relentless I was laying there with my legs obscenely spread open and watched Frank as he knelt down between them staring at my hot wet cunt. His cock was soo big and heavy that it scared me and slowly pushed it inside of me, inside my soaking wet pussy. I began to move my hips again, trying not to scream when he filled me, responding to the absolute sensations, almost cumming when he filled me. He made me experience pain and pleasure giving me the most wonderful orgasms I had ever had before, he was a fantastic lover, the best ever. It was animalistic passion and lust in its best form, how he kissed me, licked and squeezed my breasts, how he was pinching, sucking and biting my nipples, it was pure joy. I was completely helpless. He was fucking me hard and was fantastic. It was beautiful how deep his big black cock moved inside of me. I was being satisfied in a way that my husband could never achieve. With each thrust I experienced a combination feeling of nausea from my stomach being poked and a strange feeling approaching an ecstasy I had never experienced I came long and hard, my whole body quivering, he made me cum and they started again. They were very skilful, playing my body like a violin, a beautiful violin -- they made me act like a while animal, a frantic passionate fuck, trashing and groaning, making me scream from pure pleasure. I wanted every inch of their big thick black cocks. I felt so wicked, climbed on top of him as he grabbed my tits squeezing them, pulling and pinching my nipples roughly, sucking them. Easing my pussy down on his hard thick cock and started to kiss him, it was wild, squeezing his cock. I felt Nero get behind me, begging him not to hurt me, spreading my ass cheeks. I heard his cruel laugh, rubbing my hole and his cock pushing, forcing me apart, using me. It felt as I was dying, ripping me apart, making me scream. But the truth is they were great, fucking me in rhythm and I started to enjoy it again, begging them to fuck me, fuck me hard, screaming as I reached another organism. Later they blindfolded me and cuffed me to my bed and fucked me again not caring anymore who did it to me. But they didn't stop. They changed positions again tied me spread-eagled on the bed and again, a mouth between my legs and at my nipples, under my arms and on my neck. And I came again. They continued to use me for their pleasure, for what seemed indefinite giving me no rest and I wanted it, I wanted it all, I wanted to be their slut, I was their white whore, wanted all of it, my pussy sore no longer caring, surrendering being treated like their whore opening my legs to them. As Frank was still hammering my pussy. "how much for this weekend for this cock loving slut" he said, I heard Nero laugh. He pulled out and rubbed his dick on my face, telling me to lick it off, putting it in my mouth. I heard Nero say "Vixen, I knew you would like that, you know this is what you are, this is what you want" and they left the room, leaving me alone satisfied like I never had been, I felt no longer ashamed On Monday when they finally left, in the evening when I woke up nude, my body sticky and drained from the last days. It was already dark and feeling how sore my crotch was as I touched my sore body, flexing my muscles feeling how I had been fucked. As I lay in bed, my mind drifted back how they had used me, I started to touch myself, pinching my nipples and stroking my pussy, feeling warm all over again, stroking my sensitive clit, thinking about Nero and his strong friends, how right he was, how I participated in the delicious delight of my own debasement, loving the burst of flames between my tights, this perverse satisfaction, this burning. As I was getting so close to my orgasm I was thinking how Frank had straddled me and twisted my nipples, grabbing, slapping my tits, watching me, telling me to be a good whore, that next time he was in Paris he wanted me again to stay at his hotel and he was going to tell his friends about me. I loved his big black cock, pushing my boobs together for him, wrapping my tits around his monster cock and he started slide his big rod in my cleavage, making me feel the friction of his magnificent black cock, how he fucked my tits, licking and teasing his cock and how I had his sticky cum on my tits, I just loved the feel of it spraying all over meswallowed his cum. Experiences With My Nemesis Nero Reaching my organism I dreamed of my cravings being their white whore at a private men's clubs for black men, being free of all my inhibitions, fucking strangers, sucking anonymous black cocks. I fantasised of being made to serve a very nasty and perverse black Mistress who likes to corrupt a high class white bitch like me, with my excellent background and my nice and polite manners. She is big and very black whore madam, who likes nothing better then to humiliate and dominate a white arrogant and aristocratic bitch like me and turn me into her white slave, depriving me of all my luxury and privileges, turning me into a dirty whore, she likes to inflict pain, especially hurting my big breasts. I see her standing in front of me wearing black leather pants, a black leather bustier, black leather gloves and black boots with five inch spiked heels. She likes my big boobies, to hurt me, ties a nylon rope around my breasts, pulling them tight, soo tight, making me moan, making me scream. Making them swell like a pair big balloons, squeezing them, laughing at my pain, ignoring my screams, enjoying it when she uses her whip on them, making them throb and aching. She likes to put tiger clamps on my long hard and tender nipples, setting my tits on fire with pain, pulling the clamps, stretching my tits, making me scream, fingering my pussy, making me twist and buck. She brakes my pride completely, makes me submit to her wishes till she owns me completely, I am her property, I am her whore, she is renting me to her black friends and clients, turning me into her slut, her beautiful sophisticated white whore. A Mistress like that dislikes a high class bitches like me who only have to dress right and to flash their tits or shake their ass to get what they want, but she will own me, I obey her in every way, she is taking my to private men's clubs, making me do whatever she wants. Afterward I really felt uncomfortable the way I had behaved like a possessed woman, a hot, horny slut, who NEEDED to be used by these men, treated as their white whore, a total slut, wanting to open my legs for them, asking for it, how they used me as their toy servicing their desires doing everything I was ordered But it was possibly the best weekend of my life and definitely the best fuck I experienced in a long time, bringing back memories to my model days, missing them. But when I went down for breakfast the next day to make coffee for the two gardeners, since the maid was away, the new security guard my husband employs called and asked if he could see me. First I tried to postpone it, since I still needed to get dressed but when he told me the Limo driver when they left on Monday had given him something for me at the gate I told him to come to the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table in my very thin morning coat I was shocked when he came in with the same torn black dress I had worn to meet Nero. As he looked at me he put the dress together with my torn black bra and panties on the table in front of me, telling me that the driver had given him the dress when he left, telling me, if he was not mistaken, remembering that he saw me wear it when I left Friday and got into the limo. When I looked up I saw him grinning at me standing in front of me in his new uniform with a cocky smile, sure of himself, his eyes looking down at me, burning holes in my thin morning coat, looking directly at the cleavage of my breasts, smiling and making no attempt to conceal his interest. It was too much, but I pretended not to notice, ignoring him, but when he asked me when my husband would be back from his business trip, remarking that it must be often boring with my husband is so often away, especial on the weekend. I felt my face getting red when he said that perhaps we better keep this between us. I did not know what to say, but regained my composure, it was obvious to me that Nero was behind this. It did scare me how he looked at me, standing close to me, all of a sudden realising I had forgotten about the camera's my husband had recently installed on the estate and around the house, hoping that they had not recorded how they had pushed me out of the limo with Nero and his two black friends, nude, only on my stiletto’s. I crossed my legs as I felt my nipples harden under my thin morning robe, poking through the silk knowing he saw my visible nipples, feeling shame but also felt the desires rise in me when he watched me, I felt a chill run down my spine as I could see he knew I was completely nude underneath. I was looking at the front of his trouser and I felt the moisture between my legs. I felt myself liking it how he looked at me, just the way Nero looked at me and crossed my legs again nervously feeling his eyes on my legs, knowing that I was only wearing a tong and black silk stockings and nothing else under my silk morning coat, it is giving me a real dirty trill how he stared at me when I got him coffee, feeling how my body was betraying me, my pussy said yes, but my mind said no. But I had also to laugh at his attempt, not liking it much, sad little man with big dreams, I felt funny how he approached me, knowing he wants me, just like the gardeners want me, but they will never have me. As I got up I smiled sadly at him and left the room, feeling insecure, knowing I should leave before the gardeners would come in for coffee and it could get out of hand, knowing he only should have reached out to stop me, opening my silk robe and grabbing my breasts to punish me for my teasing. He should have pushed me on the table and opened my legs to fuck me like a slut, without any mercy. Knowing how I would respond to their pawning hands, being at their mercy….. It scared me knowing once I would give in to them, these common men in their dirty jeans, their rough hands could walk into my bedroom at any time, I know I would have to accede to their wishes, that I will not be able to turn back, perhaps I should not be foolish, accept the fact that I am a natural whore and stop my denial and let my sexuality flourish. Deep inside I want to do whatever men want me to do, to be exploited, turned into a street walking prostitute who is abused in dark car parkings. But I took the dress and while he watched put the clothes in the waist basket in the kitchen, without giving this stupid little men a second glance, knowing I have to make some serious changes in my life. When I got to my bedroom, I looked in the mirror, my nipples were rock hard. I ran my hands between my legs and began to rub my pussy gently which was soaking wet and I started thinking about my husband, knowing my husband has never been able to satisfy me like Frank and his friend did, making feel like their bad little girl, vulnerable and degraded, dirty and used. It made me aware of the power Nero held over me, his reluctant whore. Remembering the film camera Nero had used, made my spine feel cold, knowing this would not be the end with this weekend, that this was only the beginning.