Exploitable Lust Pt. 07

After a few minutes I was happy with my look and went to retrieve the stashed thong of my daughter's. Holding my dress up with one hand, I began the process of stuffing the tiny red thong into my already slick slit. It took a little bit, but eventually it was in with just the tiny tag label left hanging out. Looking at myself in the mirror only further turned me on, and I couldn't help but take a picture to send off to Jerome. It was meant to be a kind of "thinking of you," picture, but also as I still hadn't heard back about the video I sent him last night I was hoping it would indicate that I was ready to perform for him. Somewhat surprisingly, my phone buzzed with his reply rather quickly.

Jerome: So the cheating slut is ready to go out and support her cheerleading daughter I see.

Me: Yes I am, and I am ready to perform for you too.

Jerome: That is good slut. I want you to text me once you are at the event and sitting in the bleachers.

Me: Will do sir.

Jerome: Oh, and I liked the video slut. But about seeing me this evening, that will have to be determined on how will you perform this morning. I must say though you do have competition. Especially considering how slutty Miss Bell got with me last night. I'll send you a little sample picture set to maybe inspire you to go that extra mile.

Reading that he enjoyed my video filled me with elation, but hearing that he still may not have me over and instead meet with Miss Bell made my heart sink. I knew at that moment I would do whatever I needed to do to be the slut Jerome used that night. So as each picture of Miss Bell popped up in my messages, they had the desired effect Jerome had hoped for; inspiration. I was determined to be better than her. The first picture showed her standing completely naked in a parking lot, that was followed by of her standing in front of her house naked. Then a series of her still in front of her house, but squatting over and riding a massive black dildo. The last picture was of Miss Bell on her knees in front of a toilet, mouth open, and taking a stream of Jerome's urine. My jaw dropped from the slutty images, but also my pussy gushed. I just could not believe what I was seeing, but I knew that if I wanted to see Jerome that evening, I would need to go to and maybe step over my limits; which I figured was something I had already been consistently doing since meeting Jerome.

With a newly inspired spirit, I went out to get my daughter going, and get her to her competition. Stephanie mentioned that I seemed focused, and I simply replied to her that I just was happy to get to see her compete. The competition her cheer team was apart of was being held in another town so we had a bit of drive to get there, but the drive did nothing to calm my arousal as the panties stuffed in my pussy kept my mind engaged on the potential for naughtiness.

As my daughter and I drove, we chatted a little, but mostly we rode in silence as my daughter had her nose buried in her phone. That was fine by me considering I was not in the normal mother state of mind. My head was filled with the thoughts of Jerome, and the potential tasks he would have me do at my daughter's competition. I figured that whatever it would be, it would be extremely naughty and very much inappropriate.

Eventually, we arrived at our destination. I dropped my daughter off at the front before parking the car and walking in by myself. Considering I never really got on with any of the other cheerleading mothers and that my daughter would be occupied with her team, I knew I would be all by myself for the day; which frankly made things easier. Inside the gym of the town's high school, I found the schedule of performances and saw that my daughter's team was performing in the middle which meant I had time before they went on to perform for Jerome. Wanting to text my arrival to Jerome, I quickly took a seat on the bleachers, and tapped out a message to him on my phone. His reply was almost instant.

Jerome: Well slut, when does your daughter's team perform?

Me: In about an hour or so.

Jerome: Shall we begin then?

Me: Yes. What shall I do for you?

Jerome: To start, take a selfie of yourself right where you are now. I want to see how you dressed.

I didn't respond, but instead opened my phone's camera app and quickly posed for a selfie. Considering I was sitting, I was able to capture my entire body from the knees up. Happy with my completion of the task, I sent it over to Jerome.

Jerome: Like the dress, but to make sure you aren't wearing underwear like I requested send me another picture, but this time have it show up your skirt. I should be able to see the tag of your daughter's thong hanging out of your lips.

Me: Oh my god... okay.

That picture was a bit more risky to take, but thanks to the distraction of the event no one was really taking notice of me. So with as much confidence as I could muster, I spread my legs open enough to aim my phone up the dress and capture the picture Jerome requested. In seconds it was sent off to him.

Jerome: Very good slut. Do you remember what I had you do at your daughter's last competition?

Me: Yes. You had me go into the restroom, stirp naked in a stall, and send you pictures as proof. Then I was not allowed to wear underwear for the rest of the day.

Jerome: That's right slut, so today you will be doing something along those lines. However, you will not being doing it in the restroom this time.

Me: Okay, but where would you like me to go then?

Jerome: I'll let you choose, but my only requirement is that you are to not be confined in a room. Think more public, and less private. Oh, and go ahead and put your collar on now as you go in search of the perfect location. Once you find it, text me for further instructions.

Me: Yes, of course.

I then reached into my purse and pulled out the leather collar. I certainly felt a little uneasy about putting on what was really a dog's collar in public, and the explicit tag that labeled me as a "Cheating Slut" only added to my uneasiness. However, I wasn't about to allow that to keep me from doing as Jerome requested. I needed to push myself to do just as he wished in order to earn m time with him later. In seconds, I had the leather strap fastened around my neck before standing to walk out of the gym. I decided to see if I could find a spot inside the school, away from the gym and the other attendees. Of course I had to hope that more of the school was unlocked than just the gym and adjoining corridor.

As I entered the entryway of the gym, I weaved myself through the crowd keeping my head down as to not make eye contact with anyone. I worked my way over to the side of the room that had doors leading to the rest of the school. To my surprise and relief, they were unlocked so I quickly slipped through them in a manner that was meant to draw the least amount of attention. Inside the hallway I was immediately aware of the silence, and began to feel confident that I could find a place that would be perfect to complete whatever tasks Jerome had planned for me. I walked through the empty halls of the school once, checking each room as I passed to make sure no teachers were in on the weekend and also to scout potential locations. After my initial pass through I was pretty sure no one was around, but I definitely knew that could always change at any moment. I also found an ideal location down one of the side wings of the school. It was a long hall for what looked to be art classrooms, and it ended in a dead end with only a smaller offshoot to the left that led to a storage room. Getting myself set up just in front of that storage room door, I texted Jerome.

Me: Okay, I think I found a good spot in one of the school's hallways.

Jerome: Good. Go ahead and strip naked then slut. Make sure to send me another picture once you do.

Again, I didn't respond, but rather chose to just do as ordered. I pulled my simple summer dress up and over my head, setting it atop my purse which was on the floor. I then held out my arm straight and snapped the image of my nude form wearing only a collar standing in the empty school hallway. Just as I had earlier, I quickly sent the image to Jerome.

Jerome: Put on your hood, and take another.

With a quickness spurred on by my high level of arousal, I retrieved the hood from my bag and put it on. A moment later, I took another picture of myself and shot it over to Jerome.

Jerome: Now, you are to record a video. You will start by showing your discarded dress on the floor, then showing yourself standing naked. Next, you will begin to walk away from your dress panning back and forth between filming yourself and filming where your dress was left. Walk at least two hundred feet away from your dress before stopping and sending me the video.

Me: Yes sir.

I was focused at that point, and was willing to do whatever he requested. My arousal burned and pushed me to continue. Switching over to video mode, I did just as Jerome requested. I filmed my discarded dress laying on the floor of the hall, then turned it to capture me standing naked, hooded, and collared. I then began to walk just as he instructed, panning back and forth from myself and the spot where my dress laid. As I continued to walk further away from my only form of clothing, it just happened that roughly two hundred feet away was also the end of the hallway which opened out onto a larger passway. I chose to stop just at the end of the hall and send the video to Jerome. As he not said I was to return to my dress after sending him the video, I remained at the end of the hall to wait for his reply and further instructions.

Jerome: Excellent video slut. Now I want you to make another, this time you are to walk further into the new hallway, but at some point I want you to stop and play with yourself for a bit. After a while, pull the thong from your pussy and hang it from one of the door handles in the hall. You will then send me the video and return to your dress. Do not dress until I contact you.

The idea of walking further away from my dress while being naked only further added to my unbearing arousal. Loading my camera app up, I started once again walking and filming myself. The hall I was now in was larger and had two ends that anyone could possibly come in from. I could feel my body quiver the thought, but I pressed on. Walking about halfway down the corridor, I finally picked a spot to stop. I was next to a classroom door, so I simply leaned back against it and started to slowly tease my drenched snatch with my fingers. Knowing I was close to cumming, I did my best not to get to carried away as Jerome had not told me I could orgasm. However, I did take my time to enjoy the pleasure and sensation of mastubating in a school.

Eventually though, I did have to stop myself. Reluctantly I focused my fingers on the tiny bit of thong hanging from my glistening lips, and began to tug them out. The tiny garment slipped out easily thanks to my arousal, and were noticeably wet with my juices. I reached up and carefully hung them from the handle of the door I had propped myself against. Then I quickly sent the video over to Jerome. My walk back to my dress and starting spot was quick, but I continued to bask in the feeling of being so naughty in such a public space. By the time I returned, Jerome had replied to my video.

Jerome: Good job slut, but if I have the timing right, your daughter should be set to perform soon. I wouldn't want you to miss it, so go ahead and redress. You can remove the hood and collar, but do not retrieve the panties from the door handle. When you daughter has finished, you are to text me.

With a hint of disappointment that he didn't push me further, I redressed and hurried myself back to the gym bleachers. As I walked back, I felt the chill of the air on my inner thighs that were slickened with my arousal. When I returned to my seat, and waited for my daughter's team to perform it took me a few moments to collect myself and stop fantasizing about Jerome's throbbing thick cock. I wanted to be a good mother and actually watch my daughter perform, but his massive member kept drift into my thoughts. By the time here team finished their routine, I hardly even recognized but was able to at least stand and clap.

Shortly after they finished, I met my daughter and told her I wasn't feeling my best and that since she was going home with her friend that I was just gonna leave early. She bought my excuse, and told me not to worry about. Kissing me goodbye, she ran back to her team and I walked out to my car. I didn't feel sick, but knew that if I stayed I wouldn't be able to focus so I thought it better to go home to be by myself with my naughty thoughts.

Once I was on the road back home, my horniness took hold of me and for no reason other than I was extremely aroused decided to hike my dress up over my hips. I drove the rest of the way home with my legs open and my hand constantly dropping into my lap to gently touch my wetness. By the time I was home, my thighs were sticky with my juices and I wasn't even two steps inside before I had my dress pulled off. It was at that moment, that I decided what I needed most was a glass of wine and a nice hot bath.

Walking naked into the kitchen, I poured myself a full glass of red wine and then headed to my bathroom to get the tub going. Moments later, I was soaking in the steamy water drinking my wine and letting myself just enjoy the moment. However, before I could get too lost in the moment, my phone chirped with a message from Jerome.

Jerome: I have decided that you have earned coming over this evening. When you arrive at my door you are to be naked and wearing your hood and collar. No shoes either. Be here at 6 pm.

A smiled formed on my lips, as I felt as though I just won the best prize. My body buzzed alive with the thrill of what Jerome would have in store for me. I still had a few hours until I was to meet him, but I could not stop thinking about the endless ways he could use his black cock on me. My wetness was noticeable even in the tub. I spent the next half hour just basking in my victory while I sipped my glass of wine, and felt the water in the bath begin to chill.

At that point, I decided to get out, re-moisturize my skin, and then checked in with my husband. He told me that he would be out pretty late and that I shouldn't worry about waiting up for him. I wished him fun, and to be safe before walking once again naked into the kitchen. I refilled my wine glass, and then pulled out some vegetables to make a light healthy dinner salad for myself. Of course I made sure to use the cucumber from the night before. With each crunch from it, the memory of how I fucked my ass with it in public returned to my mind.

When I finished both the salad and the wine, I cleaned up and returned to my room. I wasn't sure what to wear as I would just be stripping it off before going up to Jerome's house. So not so surprisingly, I decided to not wear anything at all. I would just drive over to his house naked. It may have been a combination of my arousal and the two glasses of wine, but it seemed like the ideal thing to do. Considering I still had about an hour left, I grabbed my hood, collar, phone,and keys from my purse and set them next to the door. I wanted to travel light, and not have to worry about where to store my purse.

I made a call to check in with my daughter, she said she was on her way over to her friends house and that she had a great time at the competition; her team didn't place, but came close. She asked how I was feeling, and I told her that I felt better, but I was just going to take it easy at home while her and her dad were out. I wished her a good safe night, with a wicked grin on my face. As I sat on the couch and counted the minutes until I was to leave, the anticipation of actually driving over to meet Jerome completely naked grew and grew. It would be still daylight out, or at least dusk, and there was sure to be plenty of other cars out driving home or out to dinner. It would be a trip to remember that would be for sure.

Eventually, the time came for me to make my way over to Jerome's. My sex literally dripped as I stood to walk to my waiting items. At my door, I took a moment to collect myself, and take a deep breath. My car was parked in the driveway, and once I stepped out of my door I would be completely exposed to the view of any of my neighbors if they happened to be looking. Not wanting to psych myself out, I figured it best to just do it with all the confidence I could muster and to act as if everything was normal. I wasn't going to scamper and hide my way to the car, but instead walk to it naked and proud. One last deep breath, and I did just that; walked out to my car without a second thought. I didn't even look around, just sauntered to my parked car as if nothing was amiss.

Once inside, I was overcome by the experience as my body began to tremble, and I felt dizzy. It took me a few moments to regain my composure, but once I did I locked myself back into the laser like focus and began my drive to Jerome's. The streets were certainly filled with other cars, and I felt as though everyone of them could tell that I was completely naked inside of mine. Thankfully though, I knew that to not be true, and the darkness of my tinted windows helped calm worries. Stopping at red lights though was definitely a crazy thrill, as I knew that if the cars next to me looked hard enough, or the car in front of me looked through their rear view just right, they would be able to see that I was stark naked. God, it was certainly a drive to remember.

When I finally arrived in front of Jerome's home, I again had to steady myself, but I didn't wait to long before I pushed myself to get a move on. I had my hood and collar on in moments, and was swinging my legs out of my car to begin my walk up to his door. I decided to leave my keys in the car, but took my phone with me in case Jerome wanted to use it to take pictures. Just as I had when walking out of my house, I did not act nervous as I walked up to his. I walked as if all was normal, and was just popping in to see a friend. It was when I knocked on his door and waited for him to open it that I took a moment to really come to terms with what I was doing. I was showing up to the house of a black man, naked and collared to allow him to use me sexually in any means he wished. I was such a cheating slut, which made my collar tag so perfect.

Jerome opened the door after only a few seconds, and I was instantly greeted to his muscular frame wearing only a pair of basketball shorts and holding up a camcorder. He greeted me by simply ordering me to enter. Once inside, he had me drop to my knees before him and began to ask me questions as he recorded.

Jerome started by asking, "Well slut, are you ready to serve like the cheating slut you are?"

I replied, "Yes sir, I am."

"Does your husband know you are here to serve my big black cock," he prodded.

My reply was of course, "no he does not."

He then asked, "what about your daughter slut? Does your daughter know that her mother showed up at a black man's house naked, and is willing to serve him?"

"No she does not sir," was my quick reply.

"Where do they think you are slut," he asked.

"They both think I am home. My husband is out with his guy friends, and my daughter is staying at a friend's house," was my prompt answer.

Jerome continued, "but you are here with me slut, and what exactly are you here for slut?"

"I am here to be your slut, to serve you," I answered.

"And what exactly are you willing to do to serve me," Jerome inquired.

"Anything! I will do anything you wish," was my enthusiastic reply.

"That's right slut, now suck my cock," he commanded.