Now she certainly looked and felt the part of a girl on her way to be fucked. Andrea had hinted at what might be happening to her, sharing a lurid description of her own initiation by the Frampton House boys. Something about a backyard gang bang.
While the thought of a gang bang did not frighten Natalie, she also would have preferred an orgy. At least then, she could have some enjoyment of the female form, to soften the hard edge of the collective of males.
But whatever they gave her, whatever they’d make her do — she would accept. There was no going back now.
Thoughts of her recent past spun in her mind. Moving in, meeting and befriending Andrea and finding out she was a slut, losing her anal virginity and declaring herself an anal slut, followed by multiple sessions where she had indulged in expanding her sexual edification through deep-throat training and blowjobs, pussy eating, anal play, rimjobs, submission, and lengthy butt-sex — to the point where now she could take on all sizes with relative ease and endure the boundless sexual fraternisation of the well-endowed, black Adonises that lived at Frampton.
All images raced through her mind as she walked to 123 Lexington Lane. Had the walk been any longer than a couple of minutes she was sure she wouldn’t haven’t lasted and would have had to sneak into a nearby bush for a quick act of pervy self-pleasuring. But thankfully, she persevered and found herself standing at the front garden of the house.
Frampton House.
Her mind and body was ready.
The curtains were drawn, giving the impression that the house was as unoccupied. But she knew there were people inside.
She took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. And waited…
***
… the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.
The door opened. Her heart jumped.
Standing tall, dark and handsome in the doorway was Wesley. All smooth, rich-brown skin, dark eyes and a flashy smile on a perfect, muscular form.
“Hello mama… look at you,” he beamed at her.
He could tell how turned on she was, Natalie thought. Maybe he could see the blossoming wetness that was forming between her legs or her hard nipples, pressed against her bra.
The big, happy smile on his handsome face was the give away. He was freshly shaved clean, with studded earrings, dressed in a white tee that fitted well his muscled chest. Presentation was everything and it pleased Natalie to see that he’d made an effort to look as good to her as she did for him.
“Hi Daddy,” she smiled back. Already, her craven flesh tingled with desire. She hopped a little on the spot, showing off her excitement as she pushed out her bosom. Then she giggled, struggling to compose herself. “May I come in please?”
He stood large in the door way, his hands in the door frame, a teasing smirk on his face. He did not hide his arousal as he eyed her up and down. She crossed her arms and expectedly waited for his invitation.
“Turn around,” he instructed, a sudden gravity in his voice that could not be disobeyed. She reacted slowly before turning on her feet, giving him a view of her ass. It would look strange to anyone walking by — her standing with her back to the statuesque black man in the doorway. But she didn’t care. She had to obey him. It was for rousing her though, as she basked in his gaze, waiting for his touch… but it never came. Instead, he told her to come on in, closing the door behind her. “You sure do look mighty fine tonight Natalie. But… are you ready to become a Frampton House Slut?”
He stood close to her, an inch between them, looking into her with his, dark intense eyes. When he wasn’t smiling and being jovial, he could be quite intimidating.
“Yes Daddy.” Natalie answered. She did what felt natural — placing her hands behind her in a pliant, submissive position. He leaned over and she expected him to kiss her. But he didn’t, instead placing his hand gently on her neck, teasingly weaving through her hair and stroking her face. His thumb he placed on her lips and she opened her mouth, kissing and suckling on his digit.
“Natalie… let me hear you say it.”
She moaned on his thumb as she sucked it. “Please Daddy… I want to be your slut. I want to be a Frampton House slut.”
There was raw intensity in his eyes as he contemplated her offer. She worried for a moment — had she said the wrong thing? Had she not been generous enough? It was agonising, the way he lingered. There was nothing she could do — he was toying with her mind as she secretly begged he’d soon toy with her body.
“You’ve been such a good girl. And tonight… we are going to make you ours!”
She sighed in relief. “Thank you Daddy.”
“You’re so fucking sexy. But so nasty too! We are gonna have fun tonight! You want that, baby?”
She nodded urgently, feeling the urge to bounce on her feet — like a little girl excited for a trip to Disneyland, but she remained still. “Yes Daddy. I’m excited. Thank you for seeing me for who I really am. Thank you for training me!”
“And who are you, baby doll?”
“I’m a slut, Daddy.”
“Slut — you won’t mind if we run a train on you, right? You won’t mind if we use you for all your worth.”
She squirmed on the spot, her hands on her side as she was being instructed. Underneath her clothes — her arousal was already flowing. Her skin was damp with sweat. She desperately wanted to be naked. She desperately wanted to be on her knees.
“Please… that’s why I’m here! To be used by Frampton!” As she spoke, her voice breaking with desperation – his hand moved to feel her chest, detecting her firm nipples as she basked in arousal. He pinched, tweaking her nipple as he intensely leaned in to whisper.
“Oh we are gonna use you, girl. You’re special Natalie… not often does one meet an Anal Slut! You should be proud of that!”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
And she did feel pride — a crazy, naughty, exciting sense of pride from knowing that others saw her as an object of desire.
“These shorts you got on… are almost too small for your fat booty,” he mused as he pinched the fabric of her daisy dukes, tugging on them and making her booty wiggle. Then he unclasped the top button, loosening them up a little. But not before striking a hardy spank on her cheek, which made her yelp gleefully.
Natalie had learned that in this context, having a fat or” phat” ass was synonymous with sexy. Black guys like Wesley loved ample derrières like hers — as they had expressed on so many an occasion. Noting the growing bulge in his jeans as he leaned up against her, she could tell her body, her ass, was having an arousing effect on him.
Wesley slipped his hand into the crevice between her legs, underneath her panties. “Damn girl! You’re steaming!” he noted, before spanking her ass twice. As usual, that only compelled her to further excitement as she moaned submissively. “What a sexy body you have!. An ass made for draining nutts!” he continued his colorful commentary, filling her mind with filthy lust. His other hand he slipped up her sweater, along her belly towards her heaving breasts. She gasped as his hands groped her ass and breast at the same time, but stood frozen in place, melding her body to his touch.
They were still in the entrance hall of the house — but if he wanted her to, she’d drop down naked on her knees and worship his cock right there. All he had to do was command it.
“Wesley,” she moaned as he groped her ass, before pulling on her daisy dukes till they wedged in her ass crack. His hands, fixated on her ass now, worked her into a simmer. A few more strikes of his palm to her booty, followed by him cupping her posterior — all while she moaned and sighed, flopping in his tactile ministration like a puppet to a master.
“Ohhhh! Are you wearing a butt plug, you little slut?” Wesley laughed, drunk on his own power. “You just love fitting things up your Booty, don’t you girl?” he asked and she nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t worry… we will find a lot more things to fit in there tonight, baby.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“My pussy is still too tight for big dicks…”
He looked at her sternly, squeezing her ass hard till she moaned. “Don’t worry slut, your ass is what’s gonna get used tonight.”
She sighed, impressing on him her desire to be seen as anal slut. How she longed to drop down and worship his cock, feeling it’s weight and girth expand in her throat, steeling it for when it would penetrate her eager posterior. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Daddy. I can’t wait to show you how happy I am to be one of your sluts.” She admitted, wiggling her hips against his hands.
“Well you are gonna have to prove it, my little anal whore! I know you gonna be a good submissive girl, right? Use all that good training we put you through?”
She moaned in affirmation. She could feel his erection imprinted on the outside of his jeans.
“You promise you’re gonna be a good slut? Obey and serve?” he teased, as with his hand he brushed through her hair and held it in a pony tail.
“Yes Daddy.” She reached for his bulge, hoping to grasp onto the object of her lust but he smacked her hand away.
“Put your hands behind, slut!” he chided as she moaned in frustration. “It’s very important you do exactly as I say.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Hands behind your back!”
She did as instructed. While he held her head up straight by her hair, he shimmied down her daisy dukes, dragging them off. Then he pulled off her sweater, leaving her in just her bra, her socks and thong, which was now damp with her own arousal. It was an embarrassing state but she’d looked worse. Her panties had been pulled up, forming a camel-toe of her pussy.
“Now close your eyes, slut. Keep ’em closed till I say otherwise. Now follow me…”
There was no question of disobedience. She walked, led by him as he led her to the doors to the lounge, feeling his grip on her hair.
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