Author's Note:
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others. Fear not, I will continue this storyline as well as my others still in progress. I hope to soon be incorporating some characters from other series together into a possible new story. I will have more on this as I get further along (Possibly Sage, Stephanie, and Eve at college). Also, I have a feeling Cynthia maybe showing back up soon, either in a new series or a new story. If you haven't read my previous stories, I highly recommend checking them out. As always, please rate and comment on this story, and feel free to leave me feedback. Also, I enjoy getting suggestions for possible scenarios in my stories. I can't promise to use all of them but have found myself drawing inspiration from past suggestions. Enjoy, and happy reading.
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After my last performance for Jerome on Monday, I was eager to set up the next one. Partially because I enjoyed being a willing slut for him, and partially because he said he would have a friend that was going to be incorporated in our fun as well. However, on top of the desires and fantasies of what our next meeting would bring, I had news to tell him that I hoped would lead to an extended amount of fun for all. Tuesday morning as both my husband and daughter were getting ready for their days, I was reminded by both that the coming weekend they would be out of town. My husband had his annual guys golf weekend in his hometown, and my daughter's cheer team was traveling with the boy's basketball team as they battled for the state championship in the capital. I would have the entire house to myself, and a weekend available to serve Jerome.
So needless to say that once my family left the house I had my phone in hand and was texting Jerome my news. I was so giddy with excitement of what could be potentially a wild weekend that I stripped off my clothes and put on my slut collar. Jerome didn't respond right away which meant I had to keep myself busy so that I didn't get carried away and play with myself all day. I cleaned up the house for the first part of the morning while naked and collared, but found myself constantly checking my phone to see if I had any new notifications. I was becoming over aroused, so when my cleaning brought me into my bedroom and I saw my car keys with the attached time bomb, I figured I had to do something. Remembering how naughty it felt to be out in public with it the night before, I decided I should push myself to get out with it again.
I wasn't quite sure what exactly I should do but I did know that I wanted to look sexy for whatever I decided. Thinking about what Jerome would like, I went into my daughter's room to have a look in her closet. I was surprised to see that she had recently gotten some new clothes from what looked to be a recent shopping trip to Forever 21. I hadn't realized she had done so but was happy to have some new options to browse from. It didn't take me long to find the outfit I wanted, a light blue, distressed denim, mini skirt, and a yellow, crop top, Wonder Woman, t-shirt. The two items together would make me look like a little tramp, and I knew they would be just right especially if I paired them with my white tennis shoes and ankle socks. Of course, underwear would not be allowed.
Taking the clothes with me back to my bedroom, I quickly got myself ready to go out by putting on a touch of makeup and styling my hair some. As I dressed, my phone chirped and I snatched it up in hopes of hearing from Jerome. Unfortunately, it was a message from my husband reminding me that my car needed to go in for an oil change. Initially, I was upset that it wasn't Jerome, but my husband's message gave me the answer as to what I could do while out. If I took my car into the mechanic's, I would have to hand over my keys to them, which meant I would be handing over possession of the time bomb as well. Of course, I knew it was highly unlikely that the mechanic would discover what was on the thumb drive, but it was still a risk. The simple idea that he may be curious as to what the bright pink grenade on my key ring was, and look to see what was on it, made my pussy gush.
Enthused with the plan, I got dressed, remembering to take off and stash my collar, and then headed to my car. Inside, I saw my daughter's discarded dress from the night before and thought about running it back inside, but then naughtily decided to leave it on the passenger seat for the mechanic to see. A sly smile formed on my face as I started the car and drove away to begin my naughty adventure. As I drove to the auto shop, I figured that after I dropped the car off, I could do a bit of new clothing shopping for myself which would allow me the perfect opportunity to show myself off while also getting some more scandalous clothes of my own.
At the mechanics, I certainly felt the eyes of all the greasy workers on me as I waited to turn over my keys to have them service my car. The feeling of having them all stare at me was only outmatched by the feeling of terror and arousal I felt when the mechanic took ahold of my keys. I could have imagined it, but I am fairly certain that he did a double take at my keys when he noticed the grenade. I practically had to shake myself out of my aroused stupor and back to reality as he walked away to get back to work. He had told me that it should be ready within an hour or two and that he would call when it was ready if I didn't want to wait.
As I walked across the street to the mall, I felt as though the entire world was watching me. At home, my daughter's short skirt and crop top seemed fine enough, but in the real world, I felt practically naked. However, I hadn't any other option at that moment so I just powered on and told myself that I was doing it for Jerome. With my self-encouragement, I entered the mall determined to find some sexy outfits fit for my naughty side and some potential lingerie for the weekend.
While I shopped, the thought of my timebomb in the hands of the dirty mechanic was not far from my mind. On several occasions, I had to enter into a dressing room just to simply wipe up my wet pussy. I was amazed at the type of outfits I browsed and even purchased. Never before would I have even looked at the styles of clothes I bought, but with my new free and adventurous side guiding my decisions I was actually wondering just how daring I could get with my purchases. After stops in a few shops, I had acquired three new dresses, two tiny skirts with four pairing tops, and a number of different lingerie sets. None of the clothes where the type expected to be worn by a mother and wife in her forties, and that only made me more satisfied with them, as I knew that they were the type of things a slut would wear for her black master.
My shopping spree came to an end when I got the phone call from the mechanic letting me know that my car was ready to pick up. With my bags in hand, I strutted myself out of the mall and back to the auto shop. I no longer worried about how I looked in my daughter's clothes, and instead walked with the confidence of a woman that knew what she wanted; to be the best slut for her black master.
At the mechanics, I waited for a moment in the office for the man to bring me my keys and then pay for the service. It was certainly a relief to have the pink grenade back in my possession, but I still couldn't shake the thought of what would have happened had the mechanic uncovered my secret. With the oil change paid for, I took my bags to my car and headed for home, and upon arriving, I quickly headed for my bedroom to stash the new clothes, strip naked and put on my collar. I wanted to let myself be free for a bit more before my family got home, so I grabbed the black dildo Jerome had given to me into the living room, and rode it long and hard on the coffee table. I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm and then force myself to dismount the rubber cock so I could suck my juices from it. Once I settled down some, I would get back on and start the process all over again. That went on for about an hour until I was wild with arousal and completely exhausted. I didn't let myself cum once as I felt it was Jerome's privilege to control when, how, and where I did so. Covered in sweat, I retreated to my bathroom to shower and then get dressed normally as my husband and daughter would be getting home within the hour.
The evening with my family was the typical eat dinner, talk a bit about their days, watch some television before retreating to our bedrooms. I was hoping to hear back from Jerome late that night, but I was sadly disappointed when he did not. Thankfully, because of my afternoon solo session, I was too exhausted to stay awake dwelling over it. In fact, I was so beat that I slept in and didn't even realize my husband and daughter had left for the day. Feeling refreshed from a good night's sleep, I peeled off my clothes upon the realization that I was alone and just laid in bed looking at my go-to interracial photos and videos. My phone suddenly chimed with a new message, pulling me away from the rabbit hole of naughtiness I was traveling down. I was ecstatic to see it was a reply from Jerome.