The Slut Poster Child

After my experience at the graduation party, I knew I had to get out of town before I was drawn into another gang bang. I can't believe I behaved like such a worthless slut. The guys were right. I actually bought dinner for Larry so he would fuck me. I actually begged them to gang bang me. I have to get control of my pussy. I can't believe that only five weeks ago I hadn't dated once in my whole high school career and now I'm the class slut who pays to get laid.

I spent the summer driving to the next town and working in a restaurant. I also ignored the calls from the 10 men who gang banged me. A few of them showed up at my parent's house, but my parents always told them that I wasn't there. The day before I was to leave for school, I ran in to John coming out of the computer store. "Hey Liz," he said. "Where ya been all summer?"

"I was just trying to earn money for college. How about you, John?"

I saw him check out my breasts in my tight tee shirt and then look down and check out my denim miniskirt. He said, "Oh you know, just hanging out and working. Maybe we can get together before you leave."

The freakin nerve of this ass hole! He fucked me. He gang banged me. He embarrassed me by telling me what a worthless slut I am. And then he threw me into a dumpster. And now he wants to get together?? Fat chance.

"I don't think so, John. I leave tomorrow and I'm finishing up my packing today."

"Really? That's great, Liz. Hey, come here for a minute. I want to show you my new car."

I said, "Well, I don't know. I really should be getting home."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him. "Come on Liz. It will just take a minute." He led me to the back of the parking lot where a beautiful black Camaro with tinted windows sat under a shade tree. "Wow!" I said. "That's a beauty!"

He clicked the opener and opened the door. "Check it out," he said. I looked inside the front seat and smelled the 'new car smell.. .'

"Very nice," I said.

"Check this out," he said as he opened the back door. I looked in but he said, "No, don't just look. Get in and check it out."

I slid in to the back seat and I'm sure my skirt slid up to the bottom of my big ass. He said, "Slide over." When I slid over, my skirt slid further up my chubby legs and I'm sure he could see my panties. He got in behind me and said, "Check out the tinted windows. No one can see in here."

"That's really cool," I said. "This car is really impressive. I like it. But why the tinted windows?"

He laughed and said, "So I can get laid in plain site without being seen. Let's try it." He was on me in a flash.

"But wait, I don't wa . . . "

It seemed like it only took a few seconds for him to have me naked and his cock balls deep in my pussy with me moaning like a slut. He smiled down at me and breathlessly said, "You really are a slut, Liz."

I moaned and whispered, "Yesss, I-I guess I am."

After he came in my pussy, he told me to clean his cock. Like the slut that I must be, I went down on him and cleaned his cock. I got dressed and got out of his car. He laughed at me and said, "I'll see you when you get home on break, Liz. Maybe we'll all get together for another gang bang if you're a good girl."

I only came home from college one time all year and I managed to stay out of sight the whole two weeks. I dated two men during my first year of college, each for about three months, and I wouldn't fuck either of them until the fourth date. I know I'm still a slut, but I had to do something to prove to myself that everyone can't get in my pants on the first date.

I rented a small apartment for the summer and stayed at school. I worked two jobs and didn't have much time for dating. For the next three school years I did the same thing, a short holiday break at my parent's home and stay the summer at school. My sex life slowed way down and I didn't have sex one time my whole senior year. When I graduated at the age of 23, I took my new degree in history to the state capital and got a job as a legislative aid for an older state representative named Carl Johnson. He was about 60 years old and was a short fat guy married man who lived about 275 miles from the state capital.

Since Carl, who was about 5'7" and 225 pounds was so fat; he thought I was built just right. Actually he put me right out front in his outer office and asked me to wear sexy clothes because he figured his constituents would be distracted by my tits and legs and they wouldn't give him much crap. I don't know if it worked or not, but I'm embarrassed to say that he had me naked and in bed during the first week that I worked for him. I worked for Carl for five years and he spent many of those nights in my apartment, which he helped pay for. I dated a few other men while Carl was home with the wife, but for the most part, I was content with my older lover.

When Carl finally decided to retire, I had had enough of the capital so I moved back to my old college town and began looking for a job. I applied for a few jobs, and was just returning from an interview when I saw an ad on the grocery store bulletin board for a housekeeper for one of the local fraternities. Normally I would have passed it by, but it was offering a decent hourly rate so I wrote down the number and called. They invited me for an interview the next day.

I wore a skirt a couple of inches above my knees and a professional looking blouse and pumps to the interview. As the door was opened, I was surprised to see a half dozen young black men sitting around a living room type area. "Hi," I said. "My name is Liz and I'm here to apply for your job."

"Come on in," one of them said. "My name is Jamal and these guys are Leonard, Anthony, Jalen, George and Josh." I entered and they showed me to a chair. I sat down and crossed my chubby legs. They looked at my legs and chest like wolves looking at fresh meat. I squirmed in my seat and Jamal said, "We weren't expecting a young white woman to apply for this job. How old are you, Liz?

"I'm 28 years old and I have a degree from history from this college. I didn't realize this was a black fraternity."

"Will that be a problem, Liz?"

"Oh, not at all. You all look like nice young men. And I've always been a hard worker. Are there any certain days or time off?"

"We're pretty informal here, Liz. As long as the work is done, you can have off whenever you'd like. Basically what we're looking for is someone to clean this place and to make breakfast for the frat brothers every day. No other meals are necessary, but we've promised our members breakfast."

I looked at the others who had not spoken and they were all smiling at me and looking me up and down. I asked, "How many of you are there?"

"20 of us live here. We have 10 bedrooms of two brothers in each one. Each bedroom needs cleaning once a week. If someone wants their room cleaned more often, that's between them and you. The common areas need cleaned and straightened at least twice a week, but sometimes three times a week. We have a charge account at the local grocery store for breakfast food and cleaning supplies."

The others had not spoken and continued to stare at her legs and breasts. Whenever she looked directly at one of them, he would smile and look at her face.

Jamal scratched his head and looked at the floor. "Liz, what we really need is a 'House Mother.' Our frat is always on probation with the college and we really need someone to make sure the place is clean enough to pass inspection and that our members are getting the meals they paid for. We need someone to remind us not to leave empty kegs on the front lawn after a party. That's the kind of thing that pisses off the dean. So I guess our ad was a little disingenuous."

I looked down and then back at Jamal, "It sounds like it could be a challenge."

"Unless you live here, it probably is a huge challenge. That's why we're including a separate apartment over the garage so the person will be nearby."

I asked, "Are you saying that an apartment is included with the job?"

"Yep. Did you see the rate of pay on the ad?"

I responded, "Yes I did."

Jamal asked, "And you're OK with it?"

"Oh yes. It seems fair, especially if there is an apartment included."

"Well," Jamal said and looked at the others who all nodded their heads, "When can you start?"

I smiled and said, "I can start tomorrow, if you want."

"That would be great. Let us know when you would like to move your stuff to your new apartment and we will take care of it for you."

"Anytime is fine with me," I said.

"Well, the sooner we get it moved, the sooner you can be in so how about this afternoon?"

"You guys are great," I said smiling. "I'm ready when you are."

The six guys brought two pickup trucks to the front of the frat house. Jamal said, "You may have to sit on someone's lap, if that's OK, Liz."

I climbed into one of the trucks and George lifted me onto his lap. "I hope I don't crush you with my big butt," I said. He smiled and squeezed my ass and said, "Your ass ain't that big, Liz."

They got me moved in that afternoon and I check out the breakfast supplies and made a run to the store to get more. The next morning, the frat brothers came into the kitchen in all manners of dress. Some had jeans and tee shirts, some just had shorts and some were in boxers. I was embarrassed by the partially dressed brothers, who didn't seem to care that an older white woman like me was in their kitchen. They were greeted with scrambled eggs, grits, bacon and toast for breakfast. I thought they all seemed excited to have a good breakfast.

Jamal walked up to me and said, "As you can see, we're really kind of casual here. We don't have a dress code for members or for you. Of course, I'll tell them not to wander down here naked anymore, but other than that, anything goes." My mouth fell open at that comment and the thought of 20 young naked black men in my kitchen. "So if you want to wear jeans of shorts or whatever, feel free. Or if you don't care if there are naked men in the kitchen, just let them know."

My face turned red and I stuttered, "Uh. . . but . .Er-ah. . They. .Uh. "

Jamal laughed at me. "You'll do fine, and thanks for the great breakfast."

I cleaned up after breakfast and spent the rest of the day cleaning the common areas and bathrooms. I retired back to my apartment after a long day. The next morning, the boys were greeted with pancakes, sausage and fresh fruit for breakfast. I made sure everyone got as much as they wanted to eat and then I stood in the kitchen and waited for them to finish soIe could begin cleaning the members' rooms.

I smiled as I watched the boys wolf down the pancakes. I got a better look at the boys today and noticed that they were all sizes and shapes. Some were handsome and some weren't. I also noticed that some of the members had big bulges in their shorts or boxers.

After most of the boys left for class, I began cleaning their rooms. I was hoping to get four of them done today, and was pleased with myself when I did. I got four more done the next day and the last two the following day along with the bathrooms again. As it turns out, the college did a surprise inspection at the end of the week, and the fraternity was given its best score in many years.

When it was announced Friday night, Jamal called me over from my apartment to givemer the news. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorts when I came in and was immediately hugged by Jamal and given the news. When the other members saw that I didn't mind his hug, they all did the same. Some of them let their hands drift to my ass, and they all enjoyed feeling my breasts shoved against their chests during the hug. I stayed for an hour and had a few drinks before heading back to my apartment.

By the following week, the boys were comfortable with having me around. More of them felt comfortable walking around in their underwear, and I had no complaints. I had just finished cleaning George and Jalen's room and was leaving the room when Jalen came around the corner and collided with me. Jalen was a skinny six foot tall kid who was average looking. Before he realized it was me, he quickly lifted his hands before the collision. His hands landed on my breasts, and asI started to lose my balance, he stopped me from falling. As we stood looking at each other, I said, "You either need to squeeze them or take your hands off them."

Jalen looked puzzled and said, "What?"

I looked down at his hands on my breasts and said, "You either need to squeeze them or take your hands off them."

Jalen got a panicked look on his face and pulled his hands to his side. I smiled at him and he asked, "Were you serious?" I smiled at him, winked and started to walk away. He said, "Wait a minute." I stopped and turned around. He walked up to me and said, "I chose too quickly," and put his hands back on my breasts and squeezed. I smiled and made no move to stop him. After a few seconds, he asked, "Could you come back in my room for a minute?" I nodded and followed him into his room.

He shut the door behind us and asked me if I could hold the chair so he could change one of the light bulbs in the ceiling light. He got the bulb and climbed onto the chair and turned so his crotch was right in front of my face. He noticed me starring at his cock the whole time he was changing the bulb. Quite honestly, I just wanted to lean forward and put it into my mouth. When he got down from the chair, he walked over to drop the old bulb in the waste basket and I moved the chair back to the desk. Jalen quickly moved behind me and reached his arms around me and cupped my breasts. I stood there and let him manipulate my breasts and tweak my nipples. It felt so good.

I moaned and leaned my head back into his chest. Jalen reached down and lifted my tee shirt over my head and then unhooked my bra and removed it. He began feeling my bare breasts and I moaned louder. After I came, Jalen moved his hands down and unfastened my shorts and slid them and my thong to the floor. He whispered, "I like your fat tits and your big ass, Liz."

"Hmmm, thank you," I moaned.

He started fingering my pussy and gradually worked in four fingers. After I came again, he dropped his shorts and stuck his cock into my gushing pussy. He pulled my hair and squeezed my tits as he pounded me from behind. Jalen pounded my pussy for ten minutes before blasting my cunt full of his seed. It had been months since I had been laid, and it felt soooo good.

When he finished, I turned around and kissed him. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped the cum out of my pussy and threw it in the wastebasket. Jalen smiled at me and said, "You know we're going to do that again, don't you?" I smiled at him and nodded my head as I put on my clothes.

The next day, I didn't see Jalen all day, but after it got dark, he knocked on my apartment door. "Hi Jalen," I said. "What's up?"

He grinned and said, "I thought you might want to split a bottle of wine with me."

"Sure come on in."

He was looking at me from head to foot and I realized that all I was wearing was a large tee shirt that just came down a few inches below my ass cheeks. "Oh shit," I said. "Let me put on a robe."

He said, "I was thinking that you could just take that shirt off."

I smiled and said, "You're an ornery one Jalen. I'm not sure that would be a good idea."

"Come over here," he said. I automatically walked over to the young black boy. He reached behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. We moved our tongues in and out of each other's mouths and I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away. As I was about to object, he reached down and lifted my shirt over my head leaving me completely naked. He smiled and as he pulled down his elastic waist shorts he said, "Get on your knees and suck my cock." I did as I was told and licked the head of his 8" cock before engulfing the whole thing. He didn't last very long and soon filled my mouth with his cum.

I stood up and said, "That was nice. I like the taste of your cum."

He said, "That's good because you're going to be getting a lot of it this year." He put his cock back into his pants.

I smiled and said, "You're pretty confident about that aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am," he said. "Are you disagreeing?"

I said, "No. I think you're right. It's a good thing I like the taste. I'm glad you stopped over tonight."

He said, "I'm not done yet. Let's have a drink and then I plan to fuck you before leaving."

I smiled and said, "I was hoping you'd say that. I'll get the glasses and you open the wine." I picked up my shirt and started to lift it to put it over my head when he said, "Put it on the couch. You won't need it while I'm here." I dropped my shirt on the couch and figured if he was still willing to fuck me after seeing my chubby body jiggling all around my apartment, then I was OK with that.

For the next hour, we drank wine and he played with my tits and grabbed my ass and treated me like I was his toy. Finally he looked at his watch and said, "Well, I need to get some studying done so get my cock hard so I can fuck you."

I dropped to my knees without hesitation and sucked him until he was hard. He told me to lie on my back and he crawled between my legs and then fucked me for the next 20 minutes or so. I must have cum five or six times. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and knelt by my head and instructed me not to spill any. Most of his cum went into my mouth, but some went on my cheek. He rubbed the cum from my cheek onto his cock and put his cock into my mouth so I could clean it off.

He stood up and as he was putting on his shorts he asked, "Have you ever fucked a black man before or am I your first?"

"Mmmm. You're my first, but I don't think you'll be my last."