Emma Gets Blacked

Chapter 7

Emma crawled behind Mr. Jackson as he led her down the hall. Panic built up as she followed behind him. What was he going to do with her?

Mr. Jackson had always been a nice man, but she hadn't seen this side of him before. He wasn't wearing his usual track suit. He didn't have his usual friendly and harmless demeanor.

Instead he was dressed like some kind of modern pimp and was sternly leading her down the hall like a dog, holding her crumpled t-shirt and jizzed up booty shorts in his hands.

Emma stopped crawling for a moment. When the chain grew taught in his hands he looked back at her.

"Can I please walk?" she said, voice trembling.

"You will crawl." He shot her a stare that turned her to stone. "You act like a bitch in heat, you will be walked like a bitch in heat."

Emma sniffled. Tears began to well. He was right. She was a bitch in heat. She was so horny she had just walked up to a group of random black men and had a gangbang going with them within five minutes.

"Yes... Mr. Jackson."

"You lead," he said, coming to a stop in front of her. "Down the hall to my office. You know where it is."

Emma complied. She crawled past him, with still wet cum leaking down her chin, her neck, and her tits, onto the carpeted floor. Cum leaked from her pussy too, oozing down her inner thighs.

The feeling of the leaking spunk reignited her arousal. Her mind flashed back to moments ago, when she was being groped and kissed in front of a group of black men she'd never met. To when Terrel plopped her down on the crate like a fuck doll. To when Gangster choked her with his big dick while she came on High School Grads cock, begging for air.

"Get your booty higher up in the air," Mr. Jackson demanded. "Show it off for me."

Emma did exactly as she was told. She pushed it up and swayed it back and forth seductively as she crawled. She felt her pussy get wet again.Oh God, she thought.I still need more.

"Good. Very good, my little snowbunny," Mr. Jackson said. "Your new booty suits you, Emma."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson," she said meekly. "I wanted you to like it."

Mr. Jackson said nothing. Emma kept crawling, swaying her ass for his pleasure as she went. She was still scared, but her body yearned. She hoped Mr. Jackson liked what he saw and would give her a nice fucking in his office.

"Kneel up," he said when she approached the door.

Emma kneeled up and her leather collar pulled against Mr. Jackson's tightly held chain leash until her face was level with the door knob.

Mr. Jackson stepped close to her. "My, my... You are very pretty indeed, Emma," he said, as he grabbed her face by her chin, as if to examine her.

A warm flush cascaded through her at the compliment. "Thank you," she said with a smile, looking up into his eyes.

Mr. Jackson leaned down and groped her big breasts. He fondled the far one first, then the one nearest to him. She offered no resistance, keeping her hands in her lap.

"And such a magnificent set of breasts," he said gently with a smile.

Emma giggled as relief washed over her. "Thank you Mr. Jackson. I love that you like them. I noticed you noticing them. I honestly love showing them off for you."

"You'll be doing a lot more than showing them off soon enough," he said, still groping her big tits.

An excited look appeared on Emma's face. "You can grope 'em and play with 'em every day. Whenever you want! I promise!"

"I will," Mr. Jackson said. "And our clients will too. They're going to be very popular."

Emma's face grew pale. "Clients?"

"Open the door, Emma," Mr. Jackson said.

She did so and the room was dark. "In you go," he said with a cold smile.

Emma steeled herself and crawled forward into the dark room. It smelled different. Like... cigars.

Mr. Jackson hit a switch and turned on the lights. A chandelier hanging from the ceiling glowed and cast the room in a soft golden light. Mr. Jackson's office had been transformed. It was no longer a simple office with a desk and chair for a gym owner. Now it looked like a pimp's suite.

It was decked out in lush carpet, with red and purple velvet drapes. A daybed with a leopard print blanket was tucked into the far corner. Emma immediately noticed a large oil painting in an expensive frame. It depicted a big black man and a curvy white woman in a naked embrace.

"Do you like what I've done with the place?" Mr. Jackson said with a laugh.

Emma let out a surprised laugh. "Actually yeah I do. This is really swanky Mr. Jackson."

Mr. Jackson closed the door and hung the leash handle on a coat hook, then took off his suit coat. He opened a closet and hung his jacket neatly on a hanger. He then took off his shoes, and proceeded to remove his pants.

Emma kneeled nearby, the chain leash lapping against her chest, eyes fixed on Mr. Jackson. He looked so fit in his tight dress shirt. So fine in his cuff links and gold watch. Without thinking she brought her hands to her breasts and fondled them while she bounced very subtly on her knees.

Mr. Jackson finished hanging up his pants, then turned to Emma wearing just a fitted dress shirt, socks held up by garters, and boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his enormous cock.

It pressed against the black cotton and bulged out at the side. She could see the delicious wet spot where he had leaked precum. Emma hoped she had inspired that.

"Do you like black men, Emma?"

She nodded slowly, eyes set on the snake bulging in his underwear.

"Do you like big black cock?"

Emma nodded quickly this time. Eyes wide and lips parted.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Emma's fingers went straight for her snatch and she started rubbing. "Yes I do, Mr. Jackson."

Mr. Jackson retrieved the leash from the hook. "Even after all that dick you just had?"

Emma nodded shamefully as her fingers slipped inside her. "Yes..." she said with a breath.

"You're going to do very, very well," he said, as he yanked her toward the daybed. She followed on her hands and knees as Mr. Jackson removed his underwear and sat down.

Emma moved closer and quickly brought her lips to his cock. It was big and fat, still soft in her mouth. She made eye contact as she worked it with her lips, and he smiled at her as if she was a sight to behold.

"I didn't even have to ask," he said with a wry smile.

She grinned at him, then fucked his big cock with her mouth over and over, feeling it stiffen and grow. It soon became fully erect; twelve inches long and thicker than her wrist. Just like Darnell's.

Emma moaned and sucked. Ohhh she loved sucking on Mr. Jackson's big dick. Just to service him released happy hormones. With a man like this, blowjobs were a pleasure.

Emma was happily sucking away when she felt herself being sharply pulled by her collar.

"That's enough."

Emma looked at him with shock and confusion. "You don't want me to--"

"If you want to keep working here, blowjobs won't be enough."

"What do you want me to do?" Emma said earnestly.

"Lick my asshole," Mr. Jackson ordered.

Emma's face lit up with surprise. She nodded enthusiastically and lowered her head. Mr. Jackson leaned back in the daybed, giving her full access to his bunghole. Emma inhaled the sharp aroma of his ass then dove right in, working his ass with her tongue.

"Don't forget the shaft," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his enormous rigid cock. Emma quickly began stroking Mr. Jackson's cock with one hand, while licking his ass with the other.

"Spit on it," he said. "I like it nice and sloppy."

Emma didn't flinch. She stopped working his ass with her tongue just long enough to spit on it before diving back in, her stroke never wavering on Mr. Jackson's dick.

"Ohhhh," Mr. Jackson moaned. "You are a good slut, Emma. One of the best I've seen in years."

Emma smiled but didn't stop working his ass. She was going to do whatever she needed to do to make Mr. Jackson forgive her for the little gangbang incident earlier. She fucked her way into this and she was going to fuck her way out.

"Emma," Mr. Jackson said between small moans of pleasure, "There are some changes coming to King's Gym. Big changes."

Emma looked up at him but could barely see him with her face in his ass. She could only see his big black balls and massive erection towering over her.

"It's going to have a new name, for starters. It will be called theBlack Kings Clubstarting next week. That's what all this construction is about."

Black Kings Club?Emma thought as her tongue made delish little circles around Mr. Jackson's ass hole. What could that be?

"It will be more than a gym. Much more. It will become a gentleman's club for elite black men. Athletes. Entertainers. Entrepreneurs."

Emma's eyes grew wide. That sounded pretty fucking good to her. What, was she going to be a waitress or something?

Then she remembered Alyssa. She rubbed her pussy with her free hand as a memory of Darnell fucking Alyssa in the staff lounge came back to her. Alyssa had been cumming, and screaming out in pleasure to Darnell about how she would take care of all the clients.

"This will be a place for them to network, socialize, strategize, and... to be entertained by white sluts like you, Emma."

Oh fuck, Emma thought. It's real. He wants her to... expects her to... become a prostitute for the members.

She stopped licking his ass and looked up at him, a little excitement and a lot of fear showing in her eyes. "Entertained?"

"Yes," Mr. Jackson said. "You'll be entertaining the men. You know. Blowing them. Fucking them. Being passed around all night long. That sort of thing."

Emma looked at him like she was a deer and he was an approaching tractor-trailer.

"Emma," Mr. Jackson said casually, "Don't be scared. This is what you were born for. Now be a good whore and wrap your big juicy tits around my cock. I've been dying to titty fuck those big beauties since I first laid eyes on you."

Emma shook her head in disbelief, then obediently wrapped her tits around his huge cock. It felt so hard between them, and it popped out above the top of her cleavage. She smiled thinking about the last time she titty fucked James. His cock completely vanished between her tits. Mr. Jackson's stuck out impressively, like a hotdog too big for its bun.

"You want me to be your whore?" she said, trying to hide the half smile on her face as she bounced her boobs up and down his long thick shaft.

"You will become my whore, Emma. I'm sure of that."

Emma scoffed. Sure, it made her horny. Yes, she wanted to be the sexual entertainment for the city's elite black men and yes black men made her cum hard. Of course she was strongly considering it, but that didn't mean--oh, shit. Mr Jackson was right. She was going to become his whore.

"How do you know that?" she asked him, as she continued the titty fuck. She figured she would at least try to play hard to get.

"Because Emma, I've seen your lust--your addiction--to big black cock grow over the course of time. I know a black cock addicted snowbunny when I see one, and all black cock addicted snowbunnies dream of becoming concubines for powerful black men."

Emma blushed. She squeezed her tits steady around Mr. Jackson's cock and let him thrust his massive dick up between them. "That's... true," she said with an embarrassed sigh.

"Of course it's true. Just look at you. You came to work at a black gym in the inner city. You stared and drooled over Darnell everyday. When Alyssa got her butt done, you immediately copied her. Spending thousands of your husband's dollars and suffering weeks of pain in recovery, just to make sure Darnell fucked you too." Mr. Jackson intensified his thrusting, titty fucking her hard and fast. "You've got it bad."

He had her there. She would have done anything to fuck Darnell. She still would. Her pussy craved big alpha black men. She couldn't deny it.

"And when I stopped you, seconds before Darnell was about to fuck your pussy good, just like you've been dreaming of, what did you do?"

Emma didn't answer right away. She was embarrassed to say it out loud.

"What did you do?" he asked again, firmly this time.

"I.." Emma stammered and diverted her eyes in shame. "I got gangbanged by the first group of black men I saw."

She leaned forward and squeezed her tits together for Mr. Jackson's titty fucking pleasure. Everything he was saying was true. She was a whore already. A black cock whore.

"How many times have you cheated on your husband?"

"Just twice," Emma said defensively.

"Wrong. This is three times."

Emma sighed. "Right. Three times." She looked down at Mr. Jackson's cock thrusting up between her tits and opened her mouth into an O shape just above her cleavage, so he could fuck her mouth at the top.

Mr. Jackson fucked her tits and her mouth for a while, then grabbed a remote from the side table and pressed a button, causing a screen to drop down from a hidden compartment in the ceiling.

He motioned with a finger for her to stand and spin around. "Do you want to sit on my big black cock Emma? Do you want to take it in your pussy? Bounce on it?"

"Yesss please," Emma moaned as she rubbed her clit and bounced her booty in Mr. Jackson's face.

"Then sit on it," he commanded.

Emma lowered herself down onto his shaft as if she were sitting on his lap. He guided her down onto it, and she gasped as it entered her.

It felt so big. It stretched her pussy, forcing its way in, forcing pleasure through her body. It went deep into her wet hole. Filling every inch of space. "Ohhhhhh" Emma moaned. "Fucckkk."

Emma bounced, slowly at first then faster, fucking Mr. Jackson's big dick. Good God did it feel good. His hands were on her hips guiding her in with every bounce. She felt her orgasm build.

"Fuck my big black dick you whore. Fuck it like you need it."

Emma bounced and bounced. Her fat ass smacked against his lap with every fuck of his big huge dick. It hurt, but it also felt so good. Every stroke in and out of her tight white pussy was shooting off electrical surges of sexual pleasure inside her body.

Mr. Jackson pressed another button on the remote and the screen turned on. It was a video. Security cam footage of the construction zone she was just at.

Fear shot through her veins.Oh no, she thought.

She saw the construction workers working like normal. Then she saw herself walking through the door. Even in the grainy security footage she could see her big tits on display in her tight low cut crop top. She saw her butt in her booty shorts and it surprised her how big and juicy it looked.

Mr. Jackson pulled her chain, bringing her body back into his, then leaned back. He now had an angle to thrust up into her, and thrust he did. He gripped her shoulder and her tit from behind and fucked her pussy hard, deep and fast.

Emma screamed as he fucked her harder. "Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHH, oh fuck, oh FUCK." She screamed with every thrust.

"That's you Emma, you little slut. Tell me you're not addicted."

She watched herself in the center of a circle of black men, she was laughing nervously and they were gawking at her body.

Mr. Jackson had so much stamina. He was still pounding her. Her pussy was a sloppy, creamy mess. She was going to cum soon. Hard.

She saw herself make out with one guy, then another, then a pair of them groping her tits. Oh she was such a horny slut, Emma thought to herself as Mr. Jackson's big dick kept pounding her.

She couldn't take it any more. Mr. Jackson sensed her body was ready and pulled out just in time for her to squirt what felt like gallons of pussy juice all over his daybed and floor. She screamed as it all came out. Her vision blurred for a moment as raw, unadulterated carnal pleasure swept through her brain and body.

"Ohhh fuck! I squirted," Emma said, surprised.

Mr. Jackson turned her gracefully and flipped her onto her back on the daybed. He pushed her legs up near her ankles and mounted her missionary style.

Emma was practically folded in half, with a big old black man with a huge, monster dick pushing into her. Every pump of his dick was so intense, she soon felt another orgasm coming. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight.

He brought his face close to hers. She saw the yellowing of his eyes and the greying of his beard up close. Her pussy surged as the thought occurred to her that he was forty years older than her.

Their eyes met and he kissed her, roughly. Their tongues danced. He pounded her pussy like it was his first day out of jail. Emma felt her cum continuing to build. God she came so much for big black men.

"Oh Emma, the boys at the club are going to have so much fun with you."

"Yes, Mr. Jackson, they will."

"You're going to be their slut to fuck. Free to use, all night long."

"Oh yessssss," Emma said. "I'll fuck them so good Mr. Jackson."

"Are you going to make me a lot of money, Emma?"

"Yes Mr. Jackson. I'm going to be the best whore I can be."

"A black cock whore."

"Ohhhhhh," Emma moaned. The missionary sex position Mr. Jackson had her in was the best thing ever. Her legs were pinned and he fucked deep into her cunt with big powerful strokes that just didn't stop. A big cum started to explode Emma's body.

"A black cock whore!" Emma yelled as her orgasm--the biggest she'd had yet--peaked. Her legs started shaking and squirt leaked from her pussy. Yet, the unrelenting fucking of Mr. Jackson's big dick didn't stop.

"I'm going to fill your white snowbunny pussy, Emma. I'm going to fill you with my seed."

"Fill your whore with your superior seed, please Sir," Emma begged.

She envisioned being pregnant with Mr. Jackson's baby. Working at the Black Kings Club with a big pregnant belly. Every member having a turn. Ohhh it was so sexy for Emma.

"I'll make you my black bred slut," Mr. Jackson grunted.

"Breed me, Sir. Breed me!" Emma cried out.

They locked lips again and Emma held on as tight as she could. She felt Mr. Jackson get his dick deep, deep into her guts. Then she felt it. His massive dick pulsing. Then cum. Cum squirting all inside her. Cum filling her needy cunt.

"Oh sir..." she whispered, almost in a baby voice.

Mr. Jackson stayed on top of her for a while, and she felt his huge hard dick soften up inside her.

He pulled out of her and sat up on the daybed. "Good whore," he said.

"Thank you sir," Emma said, breathing heavily.

A ringing sound echoed from her pile of clothes that Mr. Jackson had brought in with him. It was her phone.

She sprung up to get it and fished it out of her shorts. Six missed calls. Four texts. All from James.

She sighed. She told James she'd be less than an hour. She'd been four at least. It was almost midnight.

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "You'd better get home soon Emma. Your husband needs you."