My name is Mo. If you haven't read the first two parts I'll catch you up quickly. The long and short of it is that I'm a married man with two kids. My wife and I both have jobs, but that just hasn't been enough money for us when things happen with the house that we (aka the bank) own. Such a problem recently occurred when we found out that we needed a new roof. There was no way that we could come up with the money, so I went on a search for a second job.
For the interview I met with a gentlemen named Mr. Smith and he ended up making me his employee, by raping my virgin ass and recording it. He threatened to show everyone the video if I didn't take the job. The first day on the job I was pretty much the slave to Mr. Smith, a business associate, and the man's wife. All I do every day now is wait for the next call, knowing that I'll have to do whatever they say thanks to the blackmail that I'm subject to...
Thankfully I didn't get another call from Mr. Smith until the next Wednesday. I kept hoping that another call would never come, but I knew better. This time when I saw the number I knew exactly who was calling, and thankfully it came when I was working in the yard. Mr. Smith informed me that I was going to be needed to work my second job on Friday night, and that I should plan to not be home until Sunday. I was to arrive at the house as I did before, though this time fully shaved and with only a button down shirt and khaki shorts on for clothing.
I was nervous again waiting for Friday to come. I worked all day Thursday and Friday at my first job and then on Friday sprinted home as quickly as I could in order to make sure I was thoroughly showered and shaved before I left the house. I had previously told my wife that I was going to be gone for the weekend at my second job and told her that I missed her. She accepted that I'd be gone pretty well, considering that I was leaving her alone all weekend with the kids.
I arrived at Mr. Smith's house at the time I was told. I walked up and knocked on the door. Mr. Smith opened the door, and told me that I was to drop my clothing right there on the door step. I was to take them off and fold them up and place them in the box that was sitting there on the side of the door. I knew better than to not listen so I did what I was told, although fully embarrassed by being nude on this man's doorstep. He then looked at my hardening cock, grabbed it roughly and led me into the house.
After he closed the door he told me to get on my knees there in the middle of the room. Once again I complied, just thankful that his tight grasp was off of my cock. Mr. Smith left the room and I was left there alone. I don't know how long I had to wait, but my knees and back were sore by the time he got back to me. He informed me that everything was set up, and then handed me something. He told me to put the very small garment he handed me on. I looked at it and eventually figured out what it was. I was putting on a sparkly golden g-string of the "banana hammock" variety. He told me that there was an event going on in the backyard in about an hour and that I was going to be the server for the event. He wanted me to go to the back deck and introduce myself to the bar tender who would be my boss for the event. I was told to listen to his every demand.
So, I walked back to the deck and I found a very handsome black man at the bar. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and had white shorts on. He informed me that I would call him Sir all night, and then asked me to bend over with my ass facing him. He looked me over good, roaming his hands all over and making my cock hard again when he stuck a finger in my ass. He told me to get up and turn around and clean off his finger. My cock was now straining the g-string and he obviously noticed.