A few weeks had passed since we got back and things had gone on as before with our secret visits. I was starting to have some issues though, at school mostly. I was an attractive girl, but didn't have a boyfriend, and despite lots of interest from boys my age, I didn't seem too interested in getting one. I wasn't worried, I told you about it and joked that people would think I was a lesbian.
One evening, sitting in your car in the woods with the cum oozing out of my pussy forming a little puddle in the back of my denim mini skirt, you said "I've been thinking, about what you said, you know, about not having a boyfriend."
"What about it?" I asked.
"You're a beautiful young girl, people will get suspicious."
"Fuck 'em," I answered, "let them think what they like."
"Yes," you said, "but with my age and your age, we have to think about these things." There was a pause, I could feel you were about to say something. "I think you should get a boyfriend."
I wanted to cry, I felt sick, I still had your cum inside me and you were dumping me. "You mean break up?" I asked.
"No Stace, no, not at all, anything but that," you said, turning to me, wrapping my hand in yours, "but we need some insurance you see, to stop people figuring anything out." As you held me close, my bare breasts pushed up against your shirt, it started to make a certain sense. "We'd still see each other like we do now, but every now and them you'd have to see him. And it's only until your birthday. Then we can be together properly."
I loved hearing that and pulled you closer as my face broke into a smile. "This will help us be together Stace." You said.
"OK then," I said, "I'll do it". We kissed each other deeply.
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We talked about it. I said there were quite a few boys at my school who'd be keen on it. You said no, you told me you had someone in mind. I asked who and you said he was a guy who worked at your company, a 19 year old. "What's he like?" I asked.
"Nice guy," you said, "bit rough around the edges but a good lad. And he's a very good worker. Here," you said, reaching for your phone, "take a look." You pulled up a picture and showed me.
"He's black." I said. You laughed.
"Well spotted Stace. Do you have a problem with that?" you asked a little more seriously.
"Oh no," I said, "not at all. It's just...is that what you want?" I asked.
"Yes Stace," you answered, "that's what I want."
We made a plan for me to meet him. You were holding a party at your office for the employees and you asked my mum and dad if they would mind me coming to serve drinks to earn some pocket money. You promised not to let me drink, to keep an eye on me, and to drive me home. They agreed.
When I left the house that night I got into your car wearing a plain black T shirt and black trousers. When we got to your office I took both off and swapped them for a tight, low cut black top, a black skirt which barely covered my arse, and black, knee high boots. I looked like a real slut. "The guys are going to love you." You said, after watching me strip and dress again in front of you. We had time before your colleagues showed up, so you sat in your chair and I knelt down in front and sucked your cock.
The guys did like me. I was the only girl there and all night they were staring at me. I kept overhearing them saying what they'd like to do with me. One fat, ugly, old guy, who smelled bad, made sure I heard that he wanted to cum on my tits. I have to admit I enjoyed it. I was the centre of attention and I could have had anyone of them I'd wanted. But you'd already picked for me.
As the evening slowed a little I saw you bringing the guy over to me. "Stace," you said, "I'd like you to meet Kayo, he works in our warehouse. This is Stace, who I was telling you about Kay," you said to him, "my next door neighbour." We said hello to each other and you said, "I thought I'd let you two talk about teenager things, give you a break from us old farts." You left to go and speak to someone else, and I was alone with Kayo.
"So whereabouts do you live?" I asked.
"Not far," he answered in heavily accented English, "I haven't been here long, I'm from Nigeria." Talking to him was difficult, not so much because of the accent, but because he x hadn't been here long and we didn't have much to talk about. But he was a sweet guy and very good looking. He was tall with lots of muscles and broad, well developed shoulders.
We had discussed how I would seduce him, but as I got closer to having to do it, I got nervous. You kept looking over at me as if to say 'Do it now!', but my head was spinning. I'd already done things with you I wouldn't have dreamed of before, but I still only slept with one guy, and sleeping with another was still a big deal. I couldn't have a drink to steady my nerves as my parents would suss me straight away. I just had to go for it. I told Kayo that we were out of beer and that I needed his help to bring some more cans up from the kitchen. He agreed to help and we slipped out.
We crossed the warehouse floor and went into a kitchen and over to a cupboard. "They're in here", I said opening the door, a knot in my stomach from nerves, I couldn't believe what I was about to do for you. We went in and I closed the door behind Kayo. The light from an uncovered bulb was bright and stark, it left nowhere to hide. He looked at me a little quizzically and I hesitated for a second, then I thought about having to do this to be with you. That did it and I took a couple of steps towards Kayo and dropped to my knees, feeling the cold concrete and dust of the floor against them as I quickly undid his belt.
Kayo put his hand under my chin and lifted my head. I hadn't wanted to see his face so I could pretend it was your cock I was sucking, but now I had no choice. His face had changed and he had a leering grin as he said "I heard English girls were sluts". I took his cock out from his pants. It was just like I'd imagined, almost a cliché, a huge black snake. Kayo squeezed my face making me look up at him again "Well?" he demanded, his cock springing to life.
"Yes", I said, "we're all sluts."
