4 comments/ 50641 views/ 3 favorites Let Me Know If You Need Anything By: RebeccasFriend The day had unfolded like most July days in Michigan, with the sun climbing fast and the temperatures, as well as the humidity climbing quickly too. Rebecca Cheeks was on her way to meet the owner of a strip mall who needed some contract work done and he had called her on the advice of a fellow businessman. It was about 12:20 p.m. and her appointment was for 12:30. She was right on time. Rebecca had taken the job, knowing that it might entail a week, maybe two weeks, depending on how well her results were appreciated. As she turned into the parking lot at the mall, she noticed a faded paint line along the sidewalk and paint chipped support poles supporting the overhangs of the businesses. She could also see the 4-5 large trash cans staggered every 25 feet or so needed a fresh coat of paint as well. There was definitely work that needed to be done here, that was easily apparent. The work didn't really worry her. She was a "Jack of all trades" or maybe a "Jacqueline of all trades" would be more accurate. After talking with the business owner, who had been referred to Rebecca by a mutual friend who had hired her for one of his work projects a few weeks earlier, she had learned that some of this project was going to be labor intensive. But this was work she had done to some extent before with another job and this type of work itself didn't worry her at all. The businessman who had contracted her services, had recently purchased the strip mall, that he needed work done at, to keep the business owners who leased space from him happy, as well as staying in compliance with local ordinances regarding yellow striping along the edge of the side walks that ran along the front of the various businesses. Along the way he told Rebecca there might be another odd job or two he would have her do, if there was time. The strip mall was located on a relatively busy stretch of road that flowed north and south, on the southern edge of moderately sized city. "Grunt" work had never bothered the long haired beauty in the past. She enjoyed the work and the workout that many of these types of jobs would call for. As someone that had graduated from high school, but didn't have a college degree, Rebecca found work and created work skills through experiences she had developed on her own. Often this came in the from watching and helping her father as a young girl and through high school. She also had picked up on a few work skills when a boyfriend or two along the way, had enlisted her help with a variety of jobs they would have, through their dating life. Although married now, to a husband that made pretty good money, Rebecca had never felt comfortable not trying to pull her own weight when it came to money for the household. She had created a couple of part-time jobs through her skills as a seamstress, both in alteration work as well as making her own designs that she sometimes sold. These jobs had helped her earn and bank money along the way and had stirred her creative juices to a fair extent. She liked both of those jobs for what they brought out of her, with her skills and for what they helped her develop when it came to taking those skills to levels even higher than she realized she was capable of. There were other part-time jobs that she did along the way that fell within the realm of traditional "women's type work" as well as others that came from just rolling up her sleeves and just getting to work. It was while working on these "roll up your sleeves" type jobs that usually brought the most attention to Rebecca. Her modesty didn't allow her to notice she was being noticed. But she was noticed. This "being noticed" wasn't just because most of these roll up your sleeves jobs were in traditional "men's work" environments, although that was part of it. The being noticed came from the fact that Rebecca, was leggy and attractive, with long blonde hair and a body most women would love to have. The fact that she could do the work that most men could and was very attractive, brought her much attention, some noticed by Rebecca, but most of it unnoticed. As she stood there listening to Alex, the owner of the strip mall, go over what he hoped she could accomplish, she knew that if the weather cooperated, the work could be done in good time. After he made sure that she had his cell phone number and office number, he wished her good luck and he was on his way. When he finally left, she began to feel at least a momentary feeling of relief. The work itself was work that was something she could take care of in and of itself. She just wanted to get started. As she looked around and observed the people traffic around her to the different stores and shops setup within the complex, she began to realize that there was more to the area than she had initially perceived. The southern edge of Sagianw, Michigan, the area she was working in, was a mostly minority area. In the 15-20 minutes that she had been talking to "Alex" several black men and women had walked in and out of the various businesses that were apart of the strip mall, but no white's had been in the area at all. That didn't matter to her one way or the other, what mattered was getting started on the work so that she could make at least a dent in the job, before the day would be over. She had always felt that white, black, Hispanic, didn't really matter one way of the other, Rebecca made friends easily, was friendly and lived by the "golden rule" that you treat others as you would want to be treated yourself. With that in mind, she walked over to her car and opened the trunk, grabbing her tools and supplies. The main job was to sweep the sidewalks, scrub any spill areas on the sidewalks, and scrape as much of the old paint off the curb-sidewalk areas, so she could put a fresh coat of yellow paint in a strip along the sidewalk. She would also paint the poles and trash cans. Pretty cut and dried stuff. The few other odds and ends cleanup areas would be easily handled. The next couple of hours moved along pretty quickly. Other than moving out of the way of an occasional shopper that didn't see her bent over scrubbing the problem areas on the side walk, that had to be scraped a little more aggressively than the norm. As she worked she could feel drops of sweat beginning to work their way down her neck both in the front and back. Her tee shirt began to dampen with the build up of perspiration and she could feel it sticking to her back and chest as she would straighten up. She had worn jeans that day, even with the temperatures projected to be in the high 80's and her legs were beginning to feel sticky from the sweat building up. Eventually she noticed that she was becoming a candidate for a wet tee shirt contest. Occasionally she would draw a whistle or two from someone, as she bent over and a flash of her black thong might appear creeping down the cheeks of her ass, as she put a little extra energy into her work. Rebecca was oblivious to this unintentional clothing geography shift. The men that happened to be in the right place at the right time to see this, enjoyed it immensely. She just smiled and kept working along her merry way. At 47, an appreciative whistle was good for her ego, as much of that as her humble nature allowed for. With the pace she was working at, Rebecca thought should be able to finish her scraping by late morning to early afternoon the next day. The other odds and ends should be completed by the end of day two and day three would bring the start of the painting. As she stood assessing her progress, Rebecca decided to take a well earned break and walked over to her car to grab one of the bottles of water she had in her cooler. She had munchies packed as well, but for the time being water was all that she needed. After she opened the water bottle and took a good long drink, she twisted the cap back on and leaned against her car. It was now almost three o'clock and the heat of the day was reaching it's peak. Several people moved in and out of the businesses and again Rebecca noticed that all of them were black. Most of the women had avoided eye contact, or just gave her a look of indignation. One however walked by and said something that caught Rebecca off guard. She had walked out of the dollar store and had immediately looked toward Rebecca and her face contorted a bit. The black woman was pretty, with a very well proportioned body and legs that looked like they had been copied from Tina Turner, with thighs that were barely covered by a short black leather skirt. "Fucking white bitch slut," the tall light skinned black woman spit out, as she walked several feet away from Rebecca to a red mid-sized Buick across the parking aisle. She wasn't looking at the beautiful blonde, but there was no mistaking who the comment was directed to. She got in her car and left, but not before adding a long stare at Rebecca before she pulled away. "What the heck was that about," Rebecca wondered, as she stood next to her car. She decided to let it pass. She had earned a break and she wasn going to enjoy it. Now as she sipping form her water bottle, the black men that were coming out or going into the businesses were just giving her outright stares. In truth most of the men coming and going had done this while she was working. but she had not noticed it with her attention focussed on the job she was doing. Now, standing there on the hot asphalt sipping on her bottled water, she couldn't help but notice that she was being stared at. Actually, gawked at would be more accurate. The men would look up, then down and then a few long looks right at her various areas that set "women apart" from men. Although they didn't act in a threatening manner towards her, Rebecca felt a bit uneasy, as she realized how vulnerable she probably was in this setting. There was no pretense on the part of these black men about being subtle with their looks at her or with some of the comments that were now being directed towards her. "Hi baby, watch ya got working in this part of town for me," one man who looked to be in his late 20's or early 30's asked, while licking his lips and grabbing his groin area through his baggy jeans. He stared right at Rebecca as he walked past her to his car that was parked several spaces out into the parking lot beyond her vehicle. Others would cast their eyes over toward Rebecca and let out a "MMMMMMMM," as if they were going through their kitchen at home, enjoying the smell of their favorite food wafting through the air. "That shorrre looks good," one black man would say to a friend he was walking with. "Damn that is a sight. She makes me want to take a nice helping then go back for seconds," another black man could be heard saying as he walked into one of the businesses. After listening to this, Rebecca decided that while working, it had been an occasional whistle that was cast her way, while standing there enjoying her well earned break, she was getting a lot more than the whistles. And with that, she decided it was time to go back to work. So that is what she started to do. As she picked up her scrub brushes and towel, she took a couple of strides the area she had left when she took her break, before she was interrupted by the deep tones of voice coming to her right. She had noticed the large bronze colored late model Cadillac earlier, but had not seen the man sitting on the drivers side with the seat tilted back at nearly a 45 degree angle. "Miss, my brothers were just a little bit rude, with their comments, but don't hold that against them," the voice said. "We don't get beautiful white women with long golden-like hair very often in this area," he added. Although startled a bit by the sudden communication that shocked her from her own world inside her head, the soothing tone of the voice, was reassuring and immediately helped Rebecca to feel a bit more at ease than the previous 10 minutes of cat calls had left her. "Besides, if any of them had done more than run their mouths and tried doing anything, I would have made that my personal business to take care of. Do you understand," he said, not in a questioning manner, but in a firm declarative sentence. "Yes sir," Rebecca answered somewhat meekly. "Thank you sir," she added in relief. "And as far as the black sista that gave you her shit, she's jealous and bitter. Probably had a brotha drop her for a white woman, or at least stepped out on her, for a white woman," he added. "Black women are very protective when it comes to their black men," he added. "I didn't know that," Rebecca offered uneasily. "But, "I have to go back to work," she continued and then hurried over to where she had left when taking her break. When she got there she placed her pail with her scrub brushes and towel down. Glancing over to where the man with the deep baritone voice was parked, she could see him looking at her while working a tooth pick in his mouth, from one side to the other. As uneasy as the comments had left her, her fears and apprehension were now almost gone completely and the wave of relief that had come over her almost immediately upon hearing the man in the car speak, who had unbeknownst to Rebecca been watching over her, surprised her. The way he looked at her seemed different and she didn't quite understand it. But one thing she was very sure of, she was glad he was there. She could tell from how he sat in his car he was a big man, with wide shoulders and thick barrel chest. He was coal black, with his left arm resting in the open window of his Cadillac, she could see a very muscled forearm. As she set about getting back into her scrubbing with the wire brushes to clean away the loose paint chips and spill stain areas, she kept thinking about her protector. "How long had he been there," she wondered? Had he been watching her the whole time she had been working? As the questions would wander into thought process she would glance over to where he was parked. She could see him talking on his cell phone and once in a while he would write things onto a note pad he could be seen resting on the steering wheel. More and more patrons pulled into the parking lot, parked and then walked in and out of the various businesses, while Rebecca plugged along with her work. There was the occasional whistle that caught her ears, but didn't distract her from the work. Finally she decided that her day was over. She opened her cell phone and was surprised to see that it was nearly 7:30 p.m. She had been working nonstop for over four hours after her break. As she gathered her work supplies she looked over to where the Cadillac was parked and saw her protector smile. "It's about time we called it quits," the deep baritone voice boomed. "I am exhausted,' he laughed heartily. This drew a laugh and then a smile from Rebecca, as she walked over to her car. "That makes two of us," she said with a smile."Thanks for looking out for me earlier," she added. "Glad to be of help beautiful lady. My name is Jerome. This is my business card. I live and work in the area," he said. "Call me if you ever need anything miss. Any day, any time, Anything. Do you understand?" he stated. Rebecca, quickly covered the short distance between where she stood at the back of her car and where his Cadillac was parked. "Yes, sir. Thank you sir," Rebecca stammered. "I really appreciate that. By the way, my name is Rebecca, sir," she added. "Please call me Rebecca." "Thank you Rebecca," Jerome said, while confidently looking directly into her eyes and then slowly and deliberately canvassing her body from top to bottom and then back to her eyes. Although this outright undressing of Rebecca with his eyes might not have been any different from what the other black men had done to her throughout the day, when Jerome did it, the feelings she had were different. She wasn't completely sure why, but it was different. "You going to be back here tomorrow Rebecca," Jerome asked? "Yes," Rebecca replied demurely. "What time, miss Rebecca," he asked? "Well, tomorrow I will be here right around 8:30 so I can put a full day in. I need to get the rest of my scraping and cleaning done before I can start the painting. I have a full day left of just the grunt stuff, before I can begin painting," Rebecca told him. "Sounds like a plan," Jerome replied. "See you tomorrow." "Oh Sir, you don't have to come back just on my account. I am sure I will be OK when everyone gets used to me working out here," Rebecca responded apologetically. "Rebecca, don't worry about me. This is my part of this city and I take care of what's got to be taken care of. Do you understand," he half asked half stated. "Yes, sir," Rebecca replied, even though she didn't really understand what he meant. "That's my girl," Jerome replied. "Now you drive safe and have a nice night," he finished. "Thank you sir. You a have a nice night too sir," Rebecca replied as she tucked his business card in her back pocket. "Thank you Rebecca," Mr. Baritone said. With that she put her supplies in her trunk and guided her car out of the parking lot and headed home. Along the way she assessed her progress with day one of her project and decided that it had been a very productive day. Aside from the catcalls and the brief outburst from Ms. Tina Turner thighs, it had gone well. She also realized how glad she was that "Mr. Baritone" ... Jerome had been there. Immediately she wondered if he really would be there tomorrow? The rest of the drive and night went along quickly. Rebecca got up the next morning. got dressed, put together a few snack type things to eat during her breaks and then loaded her cooler, with a several bottles of water. As she stood in her kitchen, there was something knew that she had forgotten, but couldn't remember what it could be? After a moment of letting her mind clear, it came to her. She hurried back to her bedroom and grabbed the jeans she had worn the day before and reached into the pocket that she had placed Jerome's business card. "You never know," thought Rebecca, as she slipped his card into her right rear pocket. She never let herself complete the thought as she walked into the kitchen. After grabbing her lunch snacks and cooler she was off for the strip mall. Her work day was going to begin a few hours earlier, which would hopefully allow her to finish the last of her prep work before the painting would begin. Just as he said he would be, Jerome was at the strip mall when she arrived at 8:30 a.m. They exchanged waves as she pulled into the parking lot and parked in a space a short distance from where Jerome sat in his vehicle. "Good morning Miss Rebecca," Jerome greeted her when she got out of her car and began unloading her supplies." "Good morning sir," replied Rebecca with a smile. "It looks like it is going to be another hot one today," said Jerome, as his eyes took in a long look from top to bottom of her body and then returned to Rebecca's eyes. "Yes, it sure sounds like it from all the reports I have heard from the weatherman on the news I watched this morning," Rebecca answered, feeling flattered that the man who had watched over yesterday was giving her this attention. "Well, you be careful not to work too hard with this heat and the extra heat and humidity that the asphalt adds," Jerome said in an almost parental like manner. The large black man, that filled up the drivers side of the bronze Cadillac genuinely seemed concerned about her and that gave her a good feeling. "Thank you for your concern, I promise I will be careful," she responded gratefully. Let Me Know If You Need Anything Ch. 02 It is recommended that you read chapter 1 of "Let me know if you need anything". This story begins with Rebecca, an independent married white wife and mother, learning about what working in a different part of the city can bring to her life. Part 2 begins, exactly where the first part of the story ended. Then she looked up at Jerome towering over her and said, 'Sir, thank you for being there for me yesterday and today." "Miss Rebecca, you are welcome," her 'bodyguard' said. "Do you remember what I told you yesterday," he questioned? "Yes, sir. You said to 'Let you know if I ever need anything," Rebecca answered. "Good girl," Jerome told her. "You are to do that at any time of the day or night. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I understand," she replied meekly, while looking up at him with one hand holding her drink and the other, moving, unwittingly down to her nearly fully exposed dripping, aching, needy, contracting formerly virgin for black cock pussy, that needed his throbbing cock banging inside her again at that very moment. "Sir," Rebecca slowly said with a whimper. "I need ..." Part 2: Rebecca's body surrender's her resistance to Jerome. "What is it that you need Rebecca," Jerome asked, knowing full well what it was that she needed. Rebecca didn't want to admit what it was that she wanted, needed and was yearning for again, in front Jerome's friends, but she no longer controlled her body or her will. Her body now had a need that she could not and did not want to deny. Her body wanted. Her body needed. She wanted. She needed, more of Jerome. More of "Big J" as she had learned he called his cock. His black cock. The first black cock she had ever had inside her. She needed more of "Big J" right then. "You may take 'Big J' out Rebecca," Jerome said as he looked down over her. She gazed around the bar and saw all of the black men who were within earshot, were waiting for her response to Jerome's invitation, as they looked at her intently. Her nipples began to ache, as her pussy juices began to ooze out of her pleasantly sore but still needy lily white pussy, that was no longer virgin for black cock. Those new juices were mixed with the large load of black seed that Jerome had pumped into her just 20 minutes before. She knew that 36 hours before she would never have even thought of standing in a bar with men all around her, contemplating an invitation to pull out a man's penis from his pants, in public. Hell, she wouldn't have done it for her husband even when they still were in love. Now a black man and a very large one at that, had given her "permission" to take his cock out of his pants. But she also knew that they knew. Everyone in the bar knew and knew that she had been taken by Jerome in his office and although it scared her and was something that left her somewhat embarrassed, she also knew what her body was telling her. Now, she stood, on shaking legs in a bar, a black bar, in a part of a city just 25 minutes north of her home, but a world away. In front of a dozen or more black men, whose numbers and "members" were growing and who she could see as she looked in each set of eyes turned towards her, wanted and waited for the blonde haired beauty to comply with their friends invitation. She turned to look back up to the monster of a man that had befriended her the day before and now, in a matter of an hour or so, had taken something from her, while at the same time giving her something, that she knew she wanted more of. Needed more of. Her abilty to say "no" to this man was gone. This large black man. Her protector, her bodyguard. Who, now had almost an unspoken command and control over her that she didn't understand, but didn't care about. Her body had betrayed her and the trade off was absolute surrender to feelings she had never had before. With what he had taken, he had given her something she didn't know if she would ever be able to go without again. Without further hesitation, she reached for his belt and began to undo it, while trying to stay steady on her shaking legs. The men in the bar started whooping and holloring, high fives flew again, while Rebecca worked obliviously to this as she focused at getting Jerome's pants down and his cock, 'Big J' as seemingly everyone knew his long, throbbing, blood engorged thickly veined snake to be called, out for her to have. To serve. To submit to. For Rebecca, all that mattered was that she could see it. Touch it. Run her tongue up, down, around and over it. She pulled his pants down after successfully undoing the belt and as she did, his cock popped forward at nearly full attention, and bobbed in what seemed like slow motion in front of Rebecca. She paused for a moment to take in the sight of it. Finally she looked up to her knew protector, making eye contact. Then she waited, for him to speak. "Miss Rebecca, show my friends how you can take care of 'Big J' like you know how to do for me." "Yes, sir," she said meekly, but without hesitation. With that she kneeled down, on the carpeted floor at the end of the bar and began to lick her way up and down the shaft of 'Big J' as her body began to shudder with excitement. "That's it Miss Rebecca. Take good care of 'Big J' like you did in my office," Jerome said with a sigh completing the exclamation. Jerome's friends were now going crazy as Rebecca began to work the large black cock in and out of her mouth, while her juices flowed and her wedding ring sparkled on her left hand. As her head bobbed up and down and moved to the each of the sides of his cock, Jerome bellowed out encouragement. "That's my girl. Suck 'Big J' real fine like. You are one hot fucking bitch," he added and she responded with even more enthusiasm, as she felt another bit of pride in knowing she was making her new bodyguard happy. As he was doing this, his thoughts returned to the phone call Jerome and his friends had overheard Rebecca have with her daughter, from his office over the hidden tv system that was piped out to the bar, that with the flip of the switch by Jerome, before he changed Rebecca's life, by introducing her to 'Big J". As Rebecca began to suck more aggressively on 'Big J' Jerome leaned back against the bar and grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth, while thinking of what her daughter might look like? Rebecca's juices were leaking out of her pussy like a dam had burst. Jerome enjoyed the thoughts of what it would be like showing her daughter the same new experiences that her mother had been introduced to, while he continued to fuck her face. After several minutes of savoring his new white conquest's efforts he told her to stand up and bend over the table located a few feet away from the end of the bar. "Hey fellas, a couple of you come on over and help steady miss Rebecca over the table as I introduce that hot blonde pussy to more of what 'Big J' has for her," Jerome instructed. Rebecca was quickly guided over to the table and nudged face down over it. She grabbed the sides of the table as her body came to rest on the table with her ass now exposed to anyone who looked her way. Her face was just inches from the opposite end of the table while a black man positioned themselves on each corner on either side of her face to make sure the table wouldn't move, in anticipation of what Jerome was about to do. Jerome took a long drink of the huge mug of beer that he had been enjoying off and on as he had been able to with the events of the last few minutes. As he looked at her he knew that he had found quite a prize and he was ready to give her a prize of his own. Her pussy was already his and he wanted more of that, but her ass was also going to "cum" into his possession as well. He made sure his pants were carefully placed over another table to his left and then he began to move towards Rebecca. When he got to within a couple of feet of her, she looked back over her left shoulder and scanned as much of the bar as she could see. There had to now be 15 or more black men either standing and angling for position to watch, or watching with anticipation from the nearby bar stools. Then she saw Jerome move up to the table she layed over and she felt him push up the skirt that she had on. He parted her the inside of her thighs and then placed the tip of his cock at the folds of her cunt lips and rubbed up and down, which sent shivers and goose bumps throughout her body. A moan escaped her lips, just in front of her half gasp, half sigh, "Please Jerome ...," was all she could muster. "You will have to do better than that Rebecca," he plainly stated. Other than the sounds coming from Rebecca and Jerome, the bar was completely quiet now. Wendell, the bartender, had turned down the juke box completely. Rebecca knew that whatever it was she said, everyone would be able to hear it. "Jerome, please give me 'Big J' now. Give me all of "Big J' sir," Rebecca pleaded quietly as she looked over her shoulder up at the man that now controlled her body more than she did. Jerome, looked down at her and shook his head. "I can't quite hear you Rebecca," he said as he continued to run the head of his now fully engorged cock up and through the folds of her cunt lips, while guiding some of those copious amounts of body fluids up and over her brown puckered virgin ass. These combined movements by Jerome initiated another wave of body shudders from Rebecca's pussy and ass, to and through her arms, legs and tips of her fingers and toes. "Oh gawwwwwwwwwwwd, please put your big black cock, inside me, Jerome. Please put 'Big J' inside my pussy," Rebecca combined with a scream and a command, that brought a smile to Jerome's face. His friends all watched and wondered if she had sufficiently provided the answer that Jerome had wanted. Jerome then brought his right hand up a couple of feet above Rebecca's right ass cheek and then spanked it with moderate force that sent a charge through her body, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "That's what I am talking about woman," said Jerome as he plunged several inches of 'Big J' inside the soaking wet pussy that he had targeted the day before and officially claimed for the first time 90 minutes earlier. Rebecca's body was shoved forward a few inches to the point her face was almost over the end of the table as she screamed out, "Yessssssss, Yesssssssssss," several times. Each thrust of his cock, brought the same response from her. "Yes, yes, yes, oh yesssssssssssssssssssss," she whimpered in shame to her total submission inf front of everyone. As she did this Jerome matched her verbal responses with more pounding. Within a matter of a minute or so Rebecca's orgasm began to explode sending a wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body. She couldn't control the waves nor did she want to control them. It was as if she was downhill skiing at speeds that scared her to death but which she was overcome with the sense of freedom of fear and she let herself go with it. Jerome continued to pound at her hot cunt but knowing that his ultimate prize was located a short distance from this momentary focus point. Rebecca's juices were coating 'Big J' in such a way that would provide plenty of lubricant for her ass, with his plans for violating her last possession of purity. As her orgasm continued to weave its way throughout her body in waves, Rebecca began to realize that she was just along for the ride. This onslaught of physical pounding and releasing of energy from Jerome was just the beginning. As she tried to rock with Jerome's thrusts she noticed that each of the two men on either side of her face had huge bulges in their pants. Jerome by now had noticed this too and he reacted immediately. "Miss Rebecca, give the fellas some relief. They been taking good care of you on this table as you been getting what you need. Do you understand," he instructed inquisitively but in a way that left her no choice but to comply. With that one of the men immediately dropped his pants and stepped to his right, placing his cock right in front of Rebecca. The very next thrust from Jerome, put her face and lips right at the tip of this cock. She dutifully opened her mouth and found herself filled with black cock to the back of her throat. The three of them began working in unison as another wave of excitement and addrenaline washed through Rebecca. Another man came up to take the corner position vacated by the man whose cock was enjoying the work of Rebecca's mouth and entry way of her throat. It didn't take but a minute or maybe two, before the man in Rebecca's mouth began to grab her by the hair more aggressively. "That's it bitch, keep sucking. I got something for bitch," he spit out, just as his cock began pumping his load down her throat. After several spurts of cum were expertly swallowed by Rebecca, he pulled out of her mouth and said "Next". The man who had been on the other side of Rebecca stepped to his left and dropped his pants and just as had happened earlier, a thrust by Jerome placed Rebecca's head and mouth right at the end of his cock and within seconds his nearly rock hard cock was pumping away in her mouth. Jerome, began to slow his pace back down a bit to give his friend a chance to feed Rebecca his cock and Jerome began to instruct someone else to take the corner position that was open. Being a successful businessman was all about organization and breaking in a new white slut with his friends was all about having a plan too and this faze of his plan for Rebecca was falling into place quite nicely. After the second load of hot black seed was deposited in her mouth and a bit on her face, Jerome slowly pulled all the way out causing her to turn back. "Jerome, could you please cum inside me? Please cum inside my pussy sir," she begged. "Not right now Rebecca, I have other plans for this load. You just keep taking care of my fellas," he said, and with that he dipped his fingers into her soaking wet lily white pussy and then rubbed her bung hole before slipping one of his fingers slowly into her ass. "Oh NOOOOOO, Please, NOOOOOOOO, you are way to big Jerome, you will tear me up," she said as she began to plead with him. "Baby, I will be gentle with you, don't you worry," Jerome said. He then began to work his finger in a little deeper causing her to scream in pain, while her body began to betray her again, as it shook with the inklings of an orgasm bubbling deep inside her. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, but before she could attempt to contemplate the events any further, a cock was shoved into her mouth and as she looked up to see who had fed her his cock, Jerome began pumping her with his finger, inch after inch until he had his middle finger a full four to five inches inside her soon to be no longer virgin ass. As her eyes made contact with the owner of the cock in her mouth, she could see it one of the older men in the bar. He had to be in his mid-to-late 60's maybe older, and his cock was hard as a rock. He had to be 7-8 inches long and was smiling from ear to ear. "I haven't had white pussy like this in years and you sure are fine missy," he said complentingly, while thrusting in and then nearly pulling out, as he held on to a bottle of beer. Just then Jerome pulled his finger completely out and left Rebecca gasping and mumbling. "Oh my gawwd. Oh Jerome, Jerome. Please, I don't know if I can take you up there," she said questioningly. Jerome rubbed his cock over the juices of her pussy and when his cockhead was coated with the remnants of her orgasms, he placed the head of his cock at the entryway of her virgin anal vault and began to penetrate the rim of her ass. Rebecca began to thrash violently in fear of what was about to happen. The old man who had been in her mouth for about 90 seconds started his fireworks in her mouth and as she tossed her head back and forth he sprayed her face and front of her shirt that was still on. As he spewed his load all over her, several other men came over and helped hold her down, as Jerome began to make more "headway" on the entry and filling of her ass. "Oh god," she screamed as Jerome moved two and then three inches into her ass. "Oh Jerome, please no, it hurts, your killing me," she cried out. He then stopped and let her body and in particular her ass begin to get used to the feeling, while Rebecca whimpered and cried. As he sensed her crying was slowing her began to ease more of his cock in and out a bit, while gauging what she could take and not take. Then he moved another inch or two inside her lovely ass that he had enjoyed looking at while she was bent over working the past two days. Then he began to pick up his pace while her could feel her begin to meet his modest thrusts into her no longer virgin for black cock ass. She could sense the betrayal that her body had begun to exhibit. "How could all of this be happening to me," Rebecca wondered momentarily, until giving way to what Jerome was doing to her, as he violated her last innocence that she had as a woman. She was now completely his for him to do whatever he wanted to do, or wanted his friends to do. As she looked around while her body worked together with Jerome, as he began to thrust more and more of 'Big J' into and then nearly out of her ass, she could see maybe 20-25 people were now in the bar, including another white woman, a red head, who was dressed like Rebecca was. Or at least had been dressed when she had first come out of Jerome's office. Now her shirt was soaking with sweat and cum from three or four men, her black skirt was pushed up around her waist, while her ass was being violated by Jerome. All of the people in the bar, including the pretty red head watched as Jerome began to pump his cock in her ass over and over. His time was close and Rebecca was now exhausted from everything Jerome and his friends had been doing. Jerome's energy was picking up now and as he drove his cock in. It felt like "'Big J' was being shoved up through the inside of her body into he throat. She was close to losing consciousness now. Finally, Jerome began to drive in with what seemed like all his force and with one final thrust his cock sent an explosion of cum deep into the bowels of Rebecca's body and she began to cum herself. "Ahhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssssssss," Rebecca and Jerome echoed as their orgasms merged. His cock pumped and released several more times as it emptied the load that officially finished the de-virginizing of Rebecca's ass. She was now completely the possession of Jerome. He pulled his cock out of her ass and she collapsed totally limp over the table. As she lay there for what seemed like forever, she drifted in and out of a fully conscious state, until she heard Jerome speaking to someone. "Hey Amy, come over here help get Rebecca up," Jerome said. A couple of the fellas will help you take her back to my office. When you get her there, make sure she gets a shower. With that the red head and two of Jerome's friends helped Rebecca back to the office that she had been in earlier. After the men guided her to the sofa, Amy took charge. "Thanks guys, I will help her from here," Amy said. "Go back and make sure Wendell gets you a freebie on the house," she added. As Rebecca lay on the sofa Amy looked her over and liked what she saw. She also knew, that the woman that had just been ravagaed by Jerome and his friends, was probably a bit in shock. Amy knew, she had been in this same position a few weeks before. Amy also knew that she found Rebecca very attractive even covered in cum. "Would you like something to drink Rebecca," she asked? Let Me Know If You Need Anything Ch. 02 "Yes, a water would be great," replied Rebecca. Amy walked behind the bar and got a bottled water from the fridge. She walked back over and sat on the sofa next to Rebecca and handed the water to her. Rebecca was sitting up now leaned back against the back of the sofa, just trying to comprehend all that had happened in the past 2 to 2 1/2 hours. "Thank you," she replied and then took a long drink of water. "What time is it," she asked hesitantly and then after a short pause, "Did I hear your name is Amy?" "It's almost 8:30 and yes, my name is Amy," the pretty redhead replied. "Wow, I can't believe the time has flown by," Rebecca answered. "Well, you know what they ..." Amy started to say, before Rebecca finished the sentence. "... when you are having fun," added Rebecca. "Yes, it has been fun, but it so much has happened in the last three hours I can't believe everything, I ..." Rebecca's voice drifted off as she continued to let the scope of what had transpired over the previous three to three and half hours. Rebecca let her head drop down and she began to cry which prompted Amy to slide closer to her and put her arm around her in support. Rebecca instinctively leaned into Amy's shoulder and began mumbling. "I have never done anything like this before. I don't know what has come over me," Rebecca said between sobs. Amy brushed several strands of the beautiful blonde hair that hung in front of Rebecca's face, she said, "I was in the same position you are, just a few weeks ago. I know what you are going through. It will be OK." "But, I have to walk back out there and face everyone and they will know that I ... well, what I did ... you know," Rebecca spit out and then began crying even more. She leaned into Amy even more now and Amy pulled her closer. "It will be OK," Amy promised her, as she gently rocked her new friend. "When you walk out the office door, you can walk out the front of the bar and never come back, or I can open the door at the back of the hallway and leave and never have to see any of them again. It will be your choice," Amy added. "It will be up to you." "But what about Jerome," Rebecca asked. "Won't he get upset with me and you, if you let me slip out the back way?" "I have learned from Jerome, that everything is up to each of us individually. He won't sweat it one bit," Amy said. "I know this won't be something I do for the rest of my life. But right now, I have found a way for it to work in my life and Rebecca, I must admit I am addicted to the sex. I can't get enough of that from Jerome and even some of his friends," she added. Just the mention of sex with Jerome sent a shiver through Rebecca's body and Amy could feel that. "Amy, you are right about the sex with him. I can't believe it," Rebecca purred. "Even though I am sore as hell, I can't wait for another chance to be with him." "It will ge alright," Amy whispered as she again pulled Rebecca close and this time kissed her on the cheek. Amy could taste someone's cum that was dried on Rebecca's face and she turned Rebecca's face towards her, lifted her chin and then looked in her eyes. "Just remember, Jerome will let you leave whenever you want to. But he also wants you to know can call him at any time to 'Let him know if you ever need anything," and with that Amy leaned in to land a soft kiss on lips of Rebecca, that elicited a moan from the pretty blonde whose life had changed in the span of 36 hours. When Rebecca didn't pull away, Amy let a hand drop down to a breast of Rebecca's that was pressed against the fabric and which a nipple was straining for freedom. As Amy gently rubbed the nipple through the fabric a familiar wave began to slowly move through Rebecca's body. "Ohhhh, please my nipples and tits, no one has touched them yet," slipped from the mouth of Rebecca, before she realized what she was saying. Amy wasted no time in answering that cry from Rebecca's body, that was again about to betray her. While the redhead was deftly unbuttoning Rebecca's shirt in record time, the sexy blonde whose body ached from the fucking it had endured by Jerome and her mouth and jaw ached from all of the cocks she had sucked and been violated by, let a hand slip over to Amy's exposed thighs and began lightly rubbing them. Before Rebecca knew it her blouse was unbuttoned completely and Amy was kneading her breasts and rolling her nipples through her finger tips. "Oh yessss Amy, that feels so good with you touching my breasts and nipples like that. Please don't stop," Rebecca said as she bit on her bottom lip trying to comprehend the beginning of a first time life experience, being taken by another woman. Amy continued to squeeze and roll the nipples of the beautiful 47 year old woman, that although 10 years older than Amy, was still very sexy and inviting. Amy's legs began to part as Rebecca's hand moved up and down her thigh, getting the juices flowing in the natural redheads pussy, that now belonged to black men and women. "Oh yes, Rebecca, rub my thigh. Go all the way up my leg," she instructed Rebecca. With her other hand Amy began unbuttoning her blouse to expose her braless breasts and make them accessible to the touch of her fingers and Rebecca's as well. Her breasts were a little larger and fuller than Rebecca's and loved the same attention that she was giving to the white woman in the stable of Jerome and his friends. "Rebecca, suck on my nipples and breasts," Amy said in a somewhat commanding tone. Rebecca responded immediately to Amy's directive and began to gently nibble on her nipples and with one hand squeeze the large full breasts of the first woman that she had ever touched this way. Amy's response affirmed that her Rebecca's instincts when it came to how she should follow the directive. "OH YES REBECCA, just like that," Amy whispered. After several minutes of Rebecca nibbling on Amy's breasts and nipples, while one of her hands made its way up to the top of her new friends thighs, Amy put her hands on Rebecca's head and began to nudge her down between her thigh's. Rebecca, it's time for you to lick me down there. As she was saying this Amy pushed her skirt down her legs. "Finish taking my skirt off Rebecca," Amy instructed. Rebecca did so without hesitation and then Amy opened her legs wide and asked, "Have you even done this with a woman Rebecca?" Rebecca shook her head and said, "No." "Do what you think would feel good," Amy said. And with that, Rebecca did what seemed natural to her and began to gently nibble and kiss and lick her way from a few inches down Amy's thigh's, alternating on each side, up to what Rebecca would discover to be a completely shaved pussy. Rebecca licked her way around the beautiful folds of flesh that protected Amy's sex and drew a sigh and a moan and ... "That's a good girl Rebecca. Take care of my honey like a good girl. Yes, Rebecca, oh yes," Amy said appreciatively, running hands through the beautiful blonde mane of the woman between her legs. As Rebecca brought Amy closer and closer to orgasm, Jerome and his friends in the bar watched on the tv monitors as two of Jerome's lily white women took care of each other. They hooted and hollored and exhchanged high fives. When Amy's body began to shake and her orgasm began to build, Rebecca tongued and licked and then ran her fingers and hands up to Amy's breast again and began to bring Amy closer and closer. Rebecca enjoyed the tastes that Amy's pussy provided and wondered what it would be like doing this right after Jerome had filled amy with his seed? Finally, Amy's body couldn't take it any longer and began to arch up towards Rebecca's face and tongue. "OH Rebecca, I love your tongue in my pussy. Don't stop. I am cumming. I am cummmmmmmmming. Don't let me stop cummming," Amy screamed and stammered. "OH Rebecca, I love the way you made me feel. Thank you, ohhhhhhhhhhhh that feels so good," the beautiful redhead rambled on. Just then Rebecca, stood up and looked for her cell phone and spotted it sitting on the bar, where she had left it before going out to the bar earlier. She glanced at the clock in the phone and realized she had to leave. "My daughter's 18th birthday is in two days and I wanted to stop and one of the gifts I want to give her and I have to leave now. Can you explain to Jerome why you let me out the back door," Rebecca pleaded with Amy? "Yes, don't worry about a thing. I will be sure to explain it to Jerome," Amy promised. "Thanks," Rebecca said, as she gathered up her work clothes, keys and made her way to the office door. Amy opened the office door and then stepped to the right then opened the back door and let Rebecca out as she looked back and waved to Amy. Jerome had still been watching on the monitor from the bar into the office, smiled at what he had seen. Rebecca had come a long way in the last two days and he had big plans for her. But he also had plans on meeting her daughter Alyssa. If she was anything like her mother in looks and attitude this was going to be an interesting next few days. And maybe more. While Rebecca took off from the parking lot in a cloud of dust, Jerome began to think about what he would be giving to the birthday girl when he met her. Hopefully she would be up to help her mother paint in the next couple of days and receive her 18th birthday present from Jerome and 'Big J'. Let Me Know If You Need Anything "I will be seeing you a bit later Rebecca. I have a few stops to make. By the way, did you remember to bring my business card with you? "Yes, sir," Rebecca replied dutifully, while reaching into her pocket to offer proof. "Good girl. You remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. Do you understand," Jerome stated confidently. "Yes, sir, I will," Rebecca replied. "Thank you again, for being there last night." "Glad to be of service," Jerome answered. "I will see you later." And with that he pulled away slowly and left Rebecca to her work. Rebecca was able to get the rest of the cleaning and scraping of the surfaces that she had to be taken care of completed by late afternoon. The heat and humidity and her hard work, produced another hot sticky environment that she had to work in. But, she weathered through that and the catcalls from the black men that went in and out of the businesses in the strip mall. Several times Jerome had driven by and honked and they exchanged waves. After his first two passes by and their exchange of waves, Rebecca began to wonder what kind of work he did as she toiled away with her own work. He was dressed casually as far as she had been able to see, so that didn't give her much of an indication. Whatever it was really didn't matter to her. He was friendly and he had been in the right place at the right time for her the day before and she appreciated that. Throughout the morning and into the afternoon, the heat and humidity worked on her will power to stay focused on her tasks. There was a Kentucky Fried Chicken Restaurant, with air conditioning most likely, just across the street to the South and Rebecca had strongly considerate taking a break and going there to cool off. But she wanted to get the hard work done today so she could begin painting the next day, so she kept at the scraping and cleaning. As Rebecca finished the last of the scraping and other odds and ends she needed to take care of before she could begin the painting, Jerome pulled right up to the edge of sidewalk in front of the mall where she was at. "Hello pretty lady, how has your day gone for you," Jerome asked? She stood up and turned to look at him as he sat in his car. It was actually the closest she had actually been to him and she could smell some type of cologne that had a very pleasant scent. "Hi Jerome. It has been a pretty good day. I got a lot done that I wanted to. In fact I got everything done I set out to finish today." Glancing at her watch and seeing it was just past 5:00 p.m. she said, "I actually finished a little earlier than I thought I woulld today and I will be ready to start the painting tomorrow," Rebecca replied proudly. "Damn nice when a plan comes together isn't it Miss Rebecca," Jerome replied admiringly. "Sounds like a reason to celebrate don't you think?" "Well, I hadn't really thought about that. It's just a days work," Rebecca replied. "Now, don't sell your accomplishments short, Miss Rebecca," Jerome boomed out confidently. "Go and put your things away and lock your vehicle up, I am taking you out for a drink to celebrate a good days work," Rebecca's "body guard" exclaimed! She hesitated for a moment and then decided what the heck, she had more than earned a drink and so had Jerome for his helping her out yesterday. "Jerome, I will go for one drink, but I need to follow you so I can leave for home from the ..." her voiced trailed off for a moment. "Where are we going for this drink, Jerome," Rebecca asked? "I am not really dressed to go anywhere nice." "There is a bar a few blocks from here I like going to that has the coldest beer in town and a few other concoctions that you might find tasty. It's very casual and it's not far,' you can follow me," Jerome offered. "And as pretty as you are, no one is going to think much about what you are wearing. Besides, almost everyone will be dressed casual. Rebecca picked up her things and then loaded them into her trunk. Then opening her door, and sliding onto the driver seat, she saw the extra tee-shirt she had brought to change into for her ride home, in case she had gotten too sweaty while working. She started her car and then waved to Jerome, signaling she was ready. He began to slowly pull towards the nearest exit from the parking lot. There was a drug store was on the right and a light at the intersection, just to the South, with the KFC on the other side of the intersection. Seeing the KFC to the right, Rebecca thanked herself for not letting the temptation of the air conditioning lure here away from her work. As traffic cleared in front of them, Jerome turned left heading north toward the main part of the city. Rebecca followed pulled out and dropped in behind the bronze Cadillac and kept a pace a few car lengths behind. "I hope this place really is only a few blocks," thought Rebecca. As she followed Jerome, they passed an old horse race track on the left and a few dilapidated buildings on either side of the street and then he turned left. Their two car caravan then went down a couple of blocks, that had several black kids of various ages playing in the front yards. Jerome then pulled through one last intersection and turned into a small parking lot just past an old two story brick building that had an old marquee attached to the front of the building. "Big J's" was on the marquee. Before she stepped out, Rebecca reached over and grabbed the clean tee shirt from the passenger seat and then got out of and then locked her car. She walked to the back of her car and waited for Jerome. He had pulled all the way to the back of the lot, near a door at that the rear of the brick building. When he got out of his car he closed the door, clicked the door lock button his key chain and it chirped. He then strode towards Rebecca. She could now see how tall he was and for a moment this frightened her. She had been able to see while he sat in his car the last two days, that he was a large stocky man, but now as he made his way towards her, she could see he was a very big man. In the few seconds she had to try and inconspicuously look at him she guessed him to be at least a foot taller than her 5'7" inch height and maybe even more. He had to be at least 300 pounds. He was one of the largest men she had ever seen. "Rebecca, I am so glad you agreed to join me for a drink. Lets go inside and get out of this heat and humidity," Jerome said as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Their bodies rubbed together as they walked past several vehicles and around to the front of the building, to the door under the marquee. As the door opened and Jerome guided her through the door, she could see there were several men sitting at the bar, some talking to each other and some watching baseball on the tv's located in several spots. When they saw Jerome, several cries of "Hey Big J" ... "What's up bro ...?" and then a few "oooooooooohs" were mixed in with the greetings, as the black men began to drink in the fact that a beautiful blonde had just brightened up the bar considerably. "Hi fellas, this is Rebecca, Rebecca these are some of my fellas," Jerome, or as she now learned, "Big J" said. The greetings ranged from "Hi Rebecca," to Helloooooo Rebecca," to a few "Hi's". Big "J" walked down to the far end of the bar and sat down at the high backed stool on the corner and turned to Rebecca, who had followed along like a puppy and invited her to sit on the bar stool next to his. "Wendell, get the lady whatever she would like to drink and grab me my drink," Jerome said. The man behind the bar approached Rebecca and asked "What is your pleasure miss?" "Vodka and tonic, with a lime twist please," Rebecca answered a bit nervously as she glanced around the bar and confirmed that she was the only female present, among the 10 men or so inside escaping the July heat and humidity. "Be right back Rebecca," Big "J" said as he slipped off the stool and walked down a hallway and out of sight. Rebecca watched as Wendell, the bartender made her drink. He delivered it and then went back to grabbed a large mug and drew a draft beer, then placed in on the bar to her left, in front of Jerome's seat. As this took place a murmur of conversation picked up with the different men in the bar. Rebecca looked around and she could see some of the men staring at her, while they sipped on their drinks. It looked as though the youngest of the men was probably in his late 20's, with the oldest being late 50's to early 60's. Rebecca also began to notice the inside of the bar. Several sports signs hung on the walls, along with the traditional beer and liquor brand signs. There was a pool table and a juke box. The only noise came from one of the tv's with the announcers for the baseball game that was on, and the conversation from the men that kept looking her way as they talked. Although she could tell from the outside of the bar, it was an older building, it was well kept inside. The combination of the air conditioning and her first sip from the Vodka tonic sent a chill right through Rebecca's body. It wasn't much longer before she could feel her nipples beginning to push against the fabric of the inside of her bra. Her bra was a bit wet from the sweat of her labors earlier in the day and her shirt she had on was as well. As she looked around she spotted the "ladies" sign above a door just to the left of the hallway she had noticed Jerome walk down. She grabbed her extra tee shirt and slipped of her chair and walked toward the ladies room. As she was about to go in Jerome stepped into view down the hallway and began walking towards her. "Jerome, I would like to change my shirt, I will be back in a minute," Rebecca said. "Miss Rebecca, come with me, I have a place for you to get cleaned up and it will be more private than the bathroom," Jerome offered. "What could be more private than a ladies room in a bar with all men in it," Rebecca asked herself? But instead of asking him that, she found herself answering, "OK," and then followed him nervously down the hallway, until he unlocked the last door on the right. Jerome stepped aside and allowed her to go in. Rebecca was shocked to see a large modern, professional looking office with a couch along the wall to her left, a dark mahogany desk with a computer monitor and keyboard, and a high back leather chair, behind the desk directly in front of her. To the right was a bar about 8-10 feet long with four stools and a large mirror on the wall behind the bar, resting on a counter against the wall. There were a few bottles of liquor. To the right of the bar, there was a door partially open and Rebecca could see another room, that looked like it might be a bathroom. At the left end of the bar she could see a TV monitor that must be hooked up to a camera located somewhere in the main bar. The monitor was on and showing an image of the majority of the bar and those sitting out there. On the end of the bar was a large bath towel, along with a hand towel. "Rebecca, feel free to freshen up if you would like to in the bathroom. It is a full bath and there are different soaps, lotions and shampoos. Just make yourself at home," Jerome said. "Sir, this is an amazing office," Rebecca gushed, looking up at the large man who had surprisingly befriended her yesterday and now today was sharing a drink and surprising her yet again. I know you brought in that clean tee shirt, to put on, but I have a few skirts, and blouses that my waitresses have hanging in the closest to the right inside the bathroom. I assure you they are clean and other being tried on, haven't been worn. They are for new staff as I hire them. Go ahead and select something that fits you and put it on. It will get you out of those sweaty clothes and I hope makes you feel more comfortable. "Sir, I really couldn't. I have imposed on you too much already," Rebecca said with unwarranted embarrassment. "Rebecca, you are a beautiful woman that just worked her butt off. Her lovely butt off today. Please, get showered and comfortable, I will be back in a few minutes to check on you," with that Jerome turned and walked out, locking the door from the hallway side of the door. As Rebecca stood there and looked around the beautiful and spacious office, she couldn't believe where she was and how much had happened in a matter of 36 hours. As much as it went against her first instincts, Rebecca immediately walked into the bathroom to shower. Getting out of her sticky clothes and getting cleaned up now sounded so appealing. Within seconds she had set the water at a comfortable temperature, checked for soap and shampoo and stepped into the shower. The water brought immediate relief and actually drew a moan that was loud enough to surprise her. "What am I doing," thought Rebecca? "I am standing in a shower, that is inside of a bar, owned by a man, a black man, I don't even know?" As the water cascaded over her, the confusion running through her mind seemed to wash away with the sweat that had built up over the course of her work day. A few minutes later she was stepping out of the shower and toweling off. The large bathroom had an open closet that was filled with blouses and skirts. The skirts all seemed to be very short. All were black and about half were leather. When she had completely dried herself off, Rebecca stepped towards the closet and selected a a button down shirt-blouse that was 100% cotton. She looked over to where she had set her clothes and thought about putting her bra on she had worn that day, but decided without hesitation not to put that on. It would defeat the purpose of the shower putting on something soaked in sweat, she thought. After checking out several skirts, Rebecca selected a black skirt that she would never have bought herself because of how short it was, but stepped into it and began to slowly pull it up over her legs and up to her waist. "Oh my God," Rebecca said out loud to herself. The bottom of the skirt was several inches above her knees. In fact, the bottom of the skirt was only inches from where her thighs met and where he sex spot was located. As this realization came to mind, her lovely lily white blonde pussy began to leak and emit that familiar aroma that arrived when she became excited. "What am I doing," Rebecca asked herself? "I can't go out there like this." Before she could begin to question herself further, she stepped into the main office area and grabbed her drink off the end of the bar and took a long sip. In reality, it was probably more like a gulp. She let the coolness of the ingredients roll down her throat and sighed. As she did so Rebecca looked directly up at the television monitor that showed the bar. She hadn't heard the sounds coming from the bar when she had first walked into Jerome's office, but now she could barely hear talking coming from the monitor. As the men conversed back and forth they were very animated with several exchanges of high five's and what looked to be laughter going back and forth in response to what they were saying back and forth. Rebecca knew she probably shouldn't be touching anything in the office, but she couldn't help but be curious to the goings on in the bar. She stepped over towards the other end of the bar to where the security monitor was and reached up to turn the volume up a bit. "That Rebecca lady is fine," one of the patrons could be heard saying. "She's real fine, Big J," he directed the follow up to Jerome. "Yes, she is a beautiful woman," Rebecca could hear Jerome, her body guard, respond. I knew from the first moment I saw her bending over, working at the mall, she was a woman that I wanted to have," Jerome added. Rebecca's body responded by sending a shiver throughout that ended in at the top of her thighs, delivering more moisture to her pussy. "I should be getting out of here," her mind said, but even Rebecca knew that it was only a half hearted thought. She really did want to stay. Something had taken over he center of judgment and she wasn't quite sure how or why. But she knew she was going anywhere. "Big J, have you hit that lovely white pussy yet," one of the other patrons asked? "No, not yet, but I am going to be taking care of that very soon," Jerome responded confidently. She is one smoking hot lady and I am going find out just how smoking hot very soon. "Damn Jerome, how do get so lucky like this all the time," the bartender asked? "Didn't you just bring in that redhead about two weeks ago that you met out at the Fashion Square Mall? She couldn't get enough and now you got her working here a couple nights a week. And what about that other blonde from last month. And now miss Rebecca? You going to be adding Miss Rebecca to the staff also," he asked? "I don't know if Rebecca is up to the task or not. She has to show me she can handle "everything" and prove she is up to it," Big J said. "But whatever happens I haven't heard any of you complaining when I bring in "new help" around here in the past. Rebecca wasn't sure now what all of that meant, but it sounded like a challenge to her and she was never one to back down from a challenge. But she also knew that she had no idea what this all entailed. This uncertainty bewildered her. "Whatever you do Big J, do her some for me," someone yelled out. "Yes, hit that sexy bitch for me too" ... "and me too" came the cry from another man from somewhere in the bar and then it became almost a chant. "Me too, me too, me too" began to roll through the bar and Rebecca began to shake in nervous anticipation. The comments being made excited her. They made her feel like she was attractive and sexy. Her husband had not made her feel either of those things in years. Now as these strangers, these men, these black men talked about her and what they wanted "Big J" to do to her, the mixture of emotions both frightened and excited her. Again, a fleeting thought of reason told Rebecca that she should try and leave, but her body again betrayed her by allowing her nipples to begin to stiffen. Her left hand moved up towards her breast and gently squeezed one nipple then the other. "What am I doing," thought Rebecca? "Big J, how long you going to let her stay back in your office before you go back and see how she is doing," the bartender Wendell asked Jerome? "Well, I will give her a minute or two more and then I will go check on her," Big J replied. "Shit we aint gonna see you for a while if you go back there," one of the older black men half said half chuckled. "She gonna be sucking your cock Jerome and you won't be able to get back out here if you wanted to," he threw in for good measure. "And the bad part would be what," Big J, bellowed out in his booming deep baritone voice? With that everyone began laughing, high fiving each other while a few "go introduce that bitch to the real big J" echoed throughout the bar and back into the office through the monitor while Rebecca began to finger her lovely lily white virgin for black cock pussy. "Oh no, I can't let this happen," Rebecca's brain tried to process, while her fingers in her pussy and her hardening nipples emphatically overruled that thought. Her breathing began to change as her fingers worked the folds of her pussy. Her clit began to throb as she fingered herself faster and faster. "Maybe I can finish myself off and walk out before he gets back here," she began to rationalize. "I can tell him I need to get back to my house." But as her fingers brought her closer to relief, she knew that she wasn't going anywhere very soon, except to her first orgasm and as she fingered her pussy and then her clit ... she backed up and slumped into the high back leather chair behind the large desk. Her fingers worked fast and furiously as her body began to shake and move closer to relief. Let Me Know If You Need Anything The sounds from the bar coming through the monitor began to dissolve into just background noise as her moaning begin to mirror the motion of her hand between her legs and the hand rubbing her nipples, and grew in volume in proportion to the speed of her self pleasure. Faster and closer, her hands and fingers worked while her body inched it's way towards an orgasm. As she begin to go over the edge, with the black skirt now worked up completely around her waist more like a belt, her orgasm began and her body began to convulse. Her eyes closed, her face began to contort as her orgasm overtook any control she had. Her back arched thrusting up to meet the actions of her hand between her legs. Rebecca never heard the sound of the key being pushed into the lock in the door, while her fingers were pushing her through an orgasm that had overtaken her judgment. As the door knob turned, her body twisted back and forth, around the center of her orgasm. Her tongue danced over her lips that had gone dry while the wetness of pussy began to make sloshing sounds as her fingers continued to rub, although a bit more slowly as her orgasm began to subside. When the door had opened and Big J saw Rebecca, completely lost in the throes of her orgasm, he knew step one was already in progress. He closed the door quietly behind him. He walked over to the bar and began undressing, neatly laying his clothes on the bar top. Before moving over to the chair where Rebecca was lost in her self indulgences, Jerome flipped a switch next to his security monitor that activated the camera in his office. His fellas in fellas in the bar were going to get a chance to see him break in his latest innocent lily white woman. Then he went and stood in front of the beautiful sexy blonde who was lost in orgasm in his chair, eyes closed tightly, body writhing to the pleasures being delivered by her own hand. His cock began to grow. At 6'7" inches in height weighing over 300 pounds, he was a formidable looking man. As Rebecca began to return to some semblance of calm, her hands moved away from her nipples and pussy and began to search for the arms of the chair. Her face relaxed and her eyes began to open. Standing directly in front of her, with a cock that was already grown to several inches long and nearly the size of a coke can in circumference, was Jerome. "Oh my God, I am sorry, ... I shouldn't have ..." Rebecca began to stammer. "I have to leave," she blurted out, no more convincing to herself, than her earlier thoughts that her own body overruled earlier. And to Jerome, there was no sound of sincerity either. "That's not what you really want to do little lady, now is it," Jerome asked as he stroked his cock back and forth in front of Rebecca. She looked at him for several seconds and then whimpered, "No Sir." "Rebecca get on your knees," her bodyguard commanded. She did as she was instructed and then moved off the chair onto her knees in front of "Big J". "Rebecca, what do you want," he asked. There was a pause of several seconds and then Rebecca responded, "Whatever you want Sir," was her reply. "Rebecca, you must tell me. What is it that you want," he asked again? "To please you Sir," she responded meekly. "Rebecca, that is the right answer, but you must tell, in your own words specifically what you want and need from me," Jerome instructed. "To suck your penis Sir," the demure lily white blonde haired beauty said. "Rebecca," the one word response was from Jerome. "Sir, I want to suck your black cock and pleasure you in whatever way you want me to," Rebecca offered. "Good girl, you may begin," her protector instructed. With that Rebecca reached out and took Jerome's cock from his hand and she began to assess it's size and girth. She looked at the large black oversized golf balls that hung down, swollen like the cock that began to pulse and throb in her hands. Then she looked up into the eyes of the largest man that she had ever kneeled in front of, and began to run her tongue over the tip of the mushroom like knob, that was black and purple, and leaking pre-cum. Her tongue flicked at the white pearl that began to drip down the side of the cockhead. This brought the first audible response from Jerome. "Yes, oh yes baby, that feels great. Suck Big J, like a good girl," Jerome mumbled. This brought a smile that formed around Jerome's cock, and prompted Rebecca to look up at her bodyguard as she began to work the cockhead and a couple of inches of the black cock she now new as 'Big J' into her mouth. She could see Jerome with his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip as his hands reached around to the back of Rebecca's head, while he slowly pulled her face over more of his cock. "Take good care of 'Big J'," he said. Again, this brought a smile to Rebecca and she began to suck in earnest the first black cock she had ever seen and now taken into her mouth. Her pussy, without being touched at all was again beginning to ache from an impending orgasm. Just the thought of what she was doing had her body talking to her again. She sucked on 'Big J' while it continued to throb and pulse. "That's my girl, keeping sucking," Jerome instructed her. He began to take more of an active role and began thrusting his cock more aggressively deeper into the mouth of the blonde haired MILF kneeling in front of him. As he fucked her face the tip of his cock began to move down her throat. It was the largest cock she had ever sucked and she began to think about what it would feel like in your pussy. "Oh baby you suck cock like a pro. Keep going girl, 'Big J' is liking what you are doing," he said with a guttural emphasis. Rebecca's pussy began to ache and her juices began to flow down the inside of her thighs. She moaned as he pumped 'Big J' into her mouth and down her throat. It was by far the largest cock she had ever had in her mouth and she wondered what it would feel like in her hot, dripping wet, aching pussy. Then Jerome half spoke, half mumbled, but definitely said in a commanding manner, "Get on your hands and knees, Now." She let 'Big J' slide from her mouth and it exited with a popping sound, as she did as she was instructed. Jerome moved in behind her and she looked back at the monstrous sized black man that had somehow come to exude a power over her that she didn't understand. He pushed her legs apart from behind and rubbed her soaking wet pussy with the tip of his cock. The tip of 'Big J' ... the name on the marquee in front of this off the beaten bath bar, in the heart of a black neighborhood she had never ventured into before, but was now surrendering herself to, began to work its way into her formerly virgin for black cock lily white pussy. As Jerome moved it in a couple of inches and then back out so that the tip of 'Big J' was barely still in the folds of her cunt lips, she began to shudder. "Please, Sir, please, please go slow," was all Rebecca could say, as he fed her more of his cock. Three inches in, two inches out. Then four inches in, three inches out. Her pussy began to stretch around 'Big J' and his teasing began to get to her even more. The pain and the pleasure were something that she hadn't felt in years, if ever in this way and her body began to work in rhythm with the thrusts from her bodyguard. Now as he felt her body giving in and working with him, he began to push more and more of his cock in and with more aggression. The occasional shots of pain, were complimented by the filling of her hot, dripping wet pussy. "Yes, oh yes, ahhhhhhhhhhh," she began to cry out with each thrust of the cock being pumped into her from behind. She could feel his hands on her ass cheeks now, moving her forward and then pulling her back towards him. Her body continued to respond with these thrusts. Her pussy was getting closer and closer to another orgasm, this one brought on by 'Big J' and what her first black cock was doing to her tight pussy. 'Big J' was hitting her pussy just like his friends had told him to and she was loving every second of it. Another deep thrust rocked her and sent a charge through her body. One of his hands left her ass cheeks and hips and reached around to grab one of her breasts, searching for the nipple. Finding it, Jerome squeezed the hard nipple, aggressively and causing Rebecca to flinch in a combination of pleasure and pain. "Ahhhhhhh yes, Oh my gaaaaaawd," Rebecca bawled, as Jerome began to pound her vulnerable, aching, dripping wet, no longer virgin for black cock pussy. Over and over again he drove it in and then pulled it out. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes," Rebecca repeated over and over again, then her orgasm really began to unfold. Her head snapped back reflexively and then forward, her chin touching her chest above the area between her breasts. Her nipples felt like they were ready to explode. Then a wave of convulsion like responses rolled through her body. Her breathing became even more labored and then Jerome began to pound his cock in and nearly out of her pussy like a piston, faster and faster. As he continued to pound his cock into her Rebecca collapsed forward in a heap, but Jerome pulled her back up onto her knees and told her to stay there until he told her she could move away. With every thrust his grunts grew louder and harder. "Damn this pussy is fine," Jerome spit out. "You are making 'Big J' very happy. Aint too many bitches been able to take all of 'Big J' like you have," Jerome complimented her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was Rebecca''s response as another phase of her orgasm rocked through her and then she could feel Jerome really pick up his pace. "You are gonna be mine Rebecca," Jerome spit out with another series of hard pumps of his cock. "Do you understand," he asked demandingly? Without hesitating Rebecca replied compliantly, "Yes, sir. Yes, sir," as her body worked in unison with the large black man that had changed her life in such a short time. The black master, who had told her she had done something in taking all of his 'Big J" that not many women had been able to do, kept pounding her love hole. Strangely it made her feel a sense of pride, that she could take all of him. Then he began to grunt with each piston like pumping of his cock into Rebecca's now ravaged cunt. "Yes, oh damn, yesssssssssssssssssssss," Jerome roared as his cock exploded deep inside her pussy. With each thrust she could feel more black seed being pumped into her satiated pussy. "Oh yesssssssssssssssssss. Oh yesssssssssssssssssssss," Rebecca responded as she gave in completely to his rapid fire thrusts. She couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked and it had never been in such an animalistic way. She also couldn't tell if she had experienced multiple orgasms or just one long orgasm that had continued in different levels over the course of the half an hour or so Jerome had been fucking her. After Jerome finished pumping and dumping the last of his load deep inside Rebecca, he pulled out and she collapsed on her stomach below him. He then laid on his back next to her. "Rebecca, clean 'Big J' up. And make sure he is cleaned up good," Jerome said, again in a voice that was very commanding. With that she pulled her tired body up and moved over between the legs of her giant bodyguard and began to lick their combined juices off his cock. Her tongue worked up and down the outside of his cock and cleaned and licked it's way to his balls. She could feel her own juices, immersed with his semen that had been injected into her, leaking from her lily white pussy and down the insides of her legs. Her body, especially her pussy was aching and sore. She then pulled his dark black cock into her mouth and began milking the last of his load out like a starving woman enjoying a meal after days of going hungry. She wanted to make Jerome happy. "That's my girl. Suck it all good," Jerome said. Rebecca sucked and licked his cock for a couple more minutes before Jerome told her to get herself cleaned up and come out to the bar. "I got more for you later, but we gonna save that for then. I have to go out and make sure my customers are enjoying themselves," he said. "Make sure you get a clean blouse and skirt on before you come out too," he added. With that Jerome, stood up and let out a long sigh and began to get dressed. "Damn you are one hot bitch," Jerome said. "And you are now my property, do you understand?" Without thinking about what she was admitting to, or what this might mean to her with regard to anything else in her life, Rebecca responded. "Yes, sir. Whatever you say sir," she said compliantly, while looking up from her knees at Jerome as he buttoned the last button on his shirt. To the left of him, she could see the monitor that showed the bar and she could see the group of black sitting at and standing around the bar were all celebrating about something as they hooted and hollered, while exchanging high five's ands fist pumps. "Good girl. You are going to be one of my favorites miss Rebecca," he said confidently as he strode over to the office door, leaving her wondering what that meant. As he exited the office and closed the door behind him, her eyes were again drawn over to the monitor and within seconds Jerome came into view. His friends in the bar greeted him wildly, with screams and shouts and high five's. "That bitch can really suck cock 'Big J', damn she's fine," one unidentified patron screamed out as it came through monitor in the office loud and clear. "She's got one hot body Jerome and that body likes what 'Big J' did to her," cried out another patron. "Big J has more for her a bit later," a smiling Jerome said as he reached down and gave his grown area a grope while Rebecca observed from privacy of the room, but realizing also, that somehow, what Jerome had just done to her, had not been so private after all. The bar exploded into laughter as Wendell handed Jerome a large mug of beer. Rebecca watched on the monitor as he took a long gulp of his refreshment, only realizing she had begun to finger her pussy again, when her finger brushed against her clit, sending another shiver off through her body, to find the rest of the shivers that had raced from that starting line earlier. She stopped herself and then began looking around the room for a camera, that had to have been sending the images of the previous 45 minutes back into the bar. Seeing nothing that she could confirm was a camera and realizing that even if she did spot one, she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it, Rebecca hurried into the bathroom to take another quick shower. Several minutes later she was toweled off and selecting another skirt and clean blouse from the large closet in the bathroom. Again she selected a very short skirt that was much more risque than anything she would buy herself and picked a white button down oxford blouse like shirt. Instead of the size she would normally have selected to wear in public, Rebecca picked a size smaller. When she put it on and buttoned it up, it felt snug to her chest leaving the mounds of her breasts sticking out impressively and as she looked into the mirror and straightened the skirt out, she made sure her shirt was tucked in neatly and then she smiled at herself. Two buttons were undone at the top of her shirt and she undid one more, revealing the tops of her breasts. Bra-less, her nipples hardening against the cotton fabric, she felt a chill go through body again. Rebecca then searched for her cell phone and called her home to let her daughter know she would be home later that night than she anticipated. Her husband was on the road with his job, as usual. His lack of interest in her and their marriage had left her without many thoughts of him most days and now he wasn't of major concern to her. "Mom, are you all right," her beautiful blonde haired teenage daughter Alyssa said, in a question like manner as she answered the phone. "Did the job go OK for you today?" "Yes, Lissa, I am fine. I just saw someone I knew and they asked me to get together for a drink and something to eat," she responded remembering the large black cock that had been in her mouth just a short time before. "OK, well enjoy yourself and make sure you get enough to eat. Especially if you are going to have a couple of drinks. I know you don't eat very much when you are working those long jobs like you are doing right now," the 17 year old cheerleader said innocently. "By the way, is this friend someone I have met," her daughter asked? Rebecca paused for a moment and then said, "No, I don't believe you have met them before," being sure not to acknowledge the gender of her 'friend'. "Well, tell them I said 'hi' anyway. And don't forget, I will able to help you out with some of the painting when you start that. Remember, you said I could come up and help you with that," she reminded her mother. "You know I could use the money since I don't like having to always ask you for extra spending money. I am almost 18 years old now," she exclaimed enthusiastically! "I know you are almost 18 Alyssa and I will let you know which day you can come up to help me this week with the painting," Rebecca promised, With that Alyssa and Rebecca, said there good-byes. Rebecca, was left standing bra-less, in a very short black skirt and panty-less in the office of a black man that had just ravaged her body. An office that she had forgotten was wired for video and sound and which had shared the information that Rebecca exchanged with her daughter over the cell phone. When she looked up at the monitor and saw all of the black men hooting and hollering and exchanging high five's again, she didn't even think about the fact that Jerome and his friends now knew that she had a daughter that was nearly 18 years old. While Rebecca, headed for the office door and then turned the knob to open it, Jerome was already turning the conversation through his head he and his friends had heard about his hot, sexy, lily white conquest. The fact that she had a daughter nearly 18 years old, ran through his mind and fertile imagination. "I wonder if her daughter is as hot looking as Rebecca is," he asked himself. As she walked down the hall way towards the main part of the bar, Rebecca's pussy began to leak her juices again and some of Jerome's that were still lingering warmly in her. When the first men spotted her coming out they all stopped and stared, while Jerome turned to see what they why they gone quiet. Seeing Rebecca coming his way, dressed in her sexy skirt and with her nipples sticking out through her shirt, he walked over to her and pulled her close tilted her chin up and then gave her a long, tongue filled kiss that she didn't resist. Her body went semi-limp while Jerome engulfed her in his arms. His friends all cheered him on and while Rebecca's body began to respond. Her pussy began to contract and then leak more of their juices. She wanted him to take her again, right then and there. If it had to happen in front of all his friends, then so be it. She knew that she wanted more from this man and she not only wanted it, she needed it. Finally, pulling away from her, he led her over to a bar stool and helped her slide into it, while her skirt slid up revealing her soaking wet aching pussy, for anyone within sight to see. "Rebecca, is there anything you need right now," Jerome asked teasingly? Knowing that what she wanted and what she should ask for right then in that time and place, were two different things, she took the safe route and said, "As hot as it is right now, I could use something to quench my thirst. Something cold," she said.