Katie Goes Black Ch. 08

CHAPTER 8: HAPPY CLIENT

I was reviewing the firm's financial statements for the month when the Lush inside my cunt suddenly went from a low, even vibration to an intense pulse. I gasped and clutched the arms of my desk chair as my phone chimed. As I clutched the chair arms, I scanned the desktop for the phone as it chimed a second time. I moved a couple papers and sucked in a deep breath to gather myself and steady my voice despite the raging sensation emanating from my cunt.

"Ace Construction, Katie Baldwin speaking."

"Katie, it's Gary."

"Oh, thank God, sir ... are you the one ...?" I stammered out.

"Oh, yeah, sorry ...that was an accident..." there was a pause as he used his smartphone to change the Lush setting. The vibrations in my cunt changed back to gentle and even. I sighed as my ability to fully focus returned. "You remember we're at the final walk-through with the client at the Zander project?" I told him I did. "It's going very well. He is very pleased. In fact, he's so pleased he brought out some booze and is expounding on what the expansion is for. He asked about you. Do you remember talking to him?"

"Zander ... yes, sir, I remember. He called a few times when he wanted to talk to you about some changes he was thinking about. I also brought a revised estimate contract sheet out to you for him to approve because he was in a hurry." I remembered him as kind of a small, mousy black guy, only a few inches taller than me and heavy for his height.

"Right, he's had a bunch of changes from the beginning estimate but he's never argued about our estimate increases. Anyway, he remembers you and asked if you could also join the little celebration party." Of course, if that's what the guys wanted. "Listen ... Katie ..." and Gary paused, "he's talking about ideas for additional expansions. You remember his place, a large country estate and we were remodeling the upstairs of what was a guest house?" I nodded to myself and affirmed to him. "Katie, it turns out he's something of a rising porn guy. He's got a site of porn vids and he wants to expand his pay site to his own video productions. That's what this building will be for. What we just finished is the first filming studio."

I chuckled. "How should I be dressed, sir? Are you thinking I can enhance future business?"

He hesitated on the other end, though I could hear laughter in the background. "What would you say to that?"

"Say, sir? It's part of the agreement I signed, remember? I trust you guys, sir. Tell me what you want, who to fuck, where, and how long. You know, sir, your four big black cocks are plenty for any slut but I signed up for anything you guys might want me to do." I giggled, "Even a white guy."

He laughed. "We'll make it up to you, Katie."

In all seriousness, I said, "I assume that means all four of you at once tonight." He laughed, the previous tension in his voice now gone. He told me how he wanted me dressed.

I pulled into the yard and found the trucks parked in front of the separate building. I followed the voices upstairs and, "Holy shit!" I heard and tracked the excited voice to an older black man in the room, Mr. Zander. Being in front of him, again, I confirmed my previous impression: he was maybe 50, only a few inches taller than me, and his body carrying too many extra pounds. He was walking straight toward me while my guys were standing with big smiles on their faces, drinks in hand. "I have to say, Katie," he said as his eyes roamed over my body, "you were beautiful last time I saw you in your business-appropriate jeans and pull-over shirt but this ... WOW!" What was he reacting to? Gary had me dress in one of the pleated micro-skirts that maybe covered my ass and a semi-sheer, body-hugging, white tank top, sheer white thigh-high stockings that the skirt didn't come close to covering the lace tops, and high heels. "I had a feeling," he began again as he wrapped his arm around my waist to lead me to the makeshift bar, "that there was more to you and them than an office manager. Then I thought it was just my dirty mind but I was right before, wasn't I?"

I giggled, playing it up, as I leaned into him to put a kiss on his cheek, "Yes, sir, you were correct." Then, I felt his hand slide from my waist to under the almost non-existent skirt as he cupped one ass cheek.

His hand moved over my ass as if searching for something. He smiled at me, then at the guys. "No pantie or thong." It was a statement but he was looking at the guys, Gary specifically, for comment.

Gary walked up to us and took a nipple between his fingers that were very prominent through the thin jersey material of my tight tank top. "If she's allowed clothes, bra and panties are not included."

"Allowed?" Zander asked with increased curiosity. He lifted the little skirt at the front and took a look, finding my bald, white cunt, of course. I was getting increasingly aroused at the attention and Gary's manipulation of my nipple was confirming that he hadn't changed his mind about how my presence might be used. "We were talking about the other remodeling projects I have in mind," Zander continued. "Can I assume having Katie come dressed like this is an indication of how interested your company is in having the other projects?"

I looked at Gary and he saw my interest in responding, though he didn't know exactly what I was intending. By turning to face Zander directly, the hand he had on my bare hip slid to my abdomen and he only moved his fingers inches as I separated my feet for him to be touching my moist cunt lips. "You're a successful porn-king, sir," I began exaggerating my impression, "with projects we would be very interested in continuing in a satisfying relationship. Me ... I'm merely their black cock slut who works in their office. Gary thought ... correctly we hope ... that if we applied all our talents to your ... ah ... needs that we could create a very satisfying cooperation."

He looked over my shoulder at the guys. His fingers at my cunt hadn't moved as though their finding my moist lips had been a pleasant surprise that he didn't wish to ruin by being too aggressive. He apparently wasn't finding any objection from the guys but it was likely my next action that helped the most. I stepped a bit closer to him and dipped my body slightly, both actions putting more pressure on his fingers at my cunt.

"Slut," he repeated as if his mind stopped on that word.

I leaned forward to give him a light kiss on the lips. "Black cock slut, sir."

His attention was fully on me. "Do you think it might be time to ... ah ... begin ... ah ... negotiations for the projects?"

His fingers were no longer idle on my cunt. His hand moved along my lips and a finger penetrated my juicy hole. I parted my feet a bit further and felt his finger curl into my hole. I gasped and smiled. I was acting on the obvious intention of how I was dressed and made the assumption Gary would stop me if I was going too far or too fast. The reality was, though, that the guys had developed a high trust in my instincts.

"I think so, sir. I think the two of us can begin the process by showing you just how intent Ace Construction is to fully satisfy your needs." I smiled at him as my hand slid down from his chest where I had rested it when I kissed him to cover his crotch. I kissed him, again. "Is there somewhere we can ... ah ... begin negotiations?"

I saw him glance, again, over my shoulder. Apparently not finding an objection, he removed his hand from between my legs and lightly took my elbow, and led me to the side of the larger room. I wasn't very familiar with the project just completed but there were a couple remodeled rooms to the side that were changing, cleanup rooms with closets, and bathrooms complete with showers. It was to one of those that he led me.

It was quiet in the main room as Zander closed the door behind us. It was quiet in this room, too, at least initially. This wasn't negotiation by verbal back and forth. This negotiation began with my crossing my arms in front of me and pulling my tank top up my body and over my head immediately followed by opening the single button a the side of the skirt's waist and pushing it over my hips. Naked except for stockings and heels, I stepped into his body for another kiss but it was no longer a quick, soft kiss. As our mouths attempted to meld together, his hands roamed over my entirely naked back and ass. He pulled me tightly into his crotch and my previous assumption was found to be true. Being a black man did not mean a big cock.

This wasn't about my perversion, though. I would have my four big cocks upon returning home, this was about business and how I could do my part. For the first time in my commitment to the guys as their slut, I was being shared at their discretion, and it was for business. Long ago I had convinced myself I was their slut and that being their slut was what drove me in all my actions and intentions. This was merely another example of what that meant and I approached it easily and comfortably.

As we kissed, I began undressing him until I released him and removed all his clothes before settling on my knees in front of him to suck his average-sized cock. He quickly became hard in my hand and mouth as I took it as deep into my mouth as his length allowed which was far shorter and far easier than my guys. A steady stream of gasps, sighs, and moans escaped his throat above me and his cock was rigid with desire so it wasn't a surprise when I felt his hands tugging me to my feet. Something inside me said this wasn't going to be a man who would simply be satisfied with a quick blow job. I expected to be fucked and my every action in stripping and undressing him indicated my own willingness.

He turned me deliberately toward the built-in countertop along the opposite wall, the room otherwise devoid of furniture. His intention being obvious, I bent my body over it with my feet parted wide to present to him access to my cunt. I felt his fingers stroke over my cunt lips.

"Wet," he uttered as his fingers slipped between my lips to stroke me. "Those four must enjoy such a willing slut."

I sighed, "It would be my hope, sir."

His fingers disappeared and I felt the head of his cock move along my ready cunt, parting my lips in search of my hole. "And what about you, slut? Do you enjoy them, too?"

I smiled as his cock entered my cunt several inches, "Oh, yes, sir. I'm so lucky to have four big cocks using me whenever they desire to."

That seemed to trigger something in him as he thrust the remainder of his cock into me. His hips hit my ass with my cunt only half filled. A lucky slut, indeed, I thought, that a very average-sized cock should fall so short of the cocks I was so used to. But, I also understood the slut rules and their intention: I was to please any man I was given to as if I were pleasing my four men. So I paid attention to his stroke as he pulled back and thrust again into me so I could add my own effort of pressing my hips back at him as he thrust to add to the forcefulness of his fucking. This was a man involved in the porn industry and seemed to have an assumption of using a woman and that was fine with me as I was presented to him as I was and this use of me could be of benefit to our company.

As we fucked with me bent over this counter, it was still an interesting feeling for me. As much as I was conditioned to being naked, available, and fucked by four big cocks, being given to someone else was new and different. I was aware of its potential in the rules but wondered if it was really a possibility. Even when Gary implied it happening, he expressed reluctance and promised to make it up to me. I might be their slut in practice but there was still an element of 'game' between us in the application, there was still much respect from them for me and that being reaffirmed in this crazy situation spiked my arousal and provided some compensation for the lack of stimulation this smaller cock provided.

With a new desire to please and devotion to assisting my men and the company, I fucked this man harder, using my trained cunt muscles to squeeze around his cock for additional stimulation for him. I heard him gasp and moan as I clasped around his cock and slammed back at him. It seemed to me that I was now doing the majority of the fucking and that was fine by me. I slipped a hand from supporting myself on the counter to stroke, strum, and press on my clit. I remembered my men commenting how amazing it felt on their cocks when I climaxed, washing their cocks with warm juice and feeling my cunt spasm around them. That was my goal now: not to merely bring this man to climax but to magnify the experience for him.

I felt him slam harder into me, his cock jerking. I abused my clit harder and erupted in orgasm, then felt his cock slam into me harder and jerk with a loud grunt and his cock spewing cum into my clasping chamber.

He collapsed on top of me. I reached back and stroked his hip. "Thank you, sir," I said softly.

"My pleasure, Katie," he came back with as though he had satisfied me as opposed to the other way around. I smiled at a thought, though: the pleasure will be mine when we get home and four big black cocks thank me for helping them.

He dressed with my dutiful assistance. When he left the room, I considered what I should do. I could walk out naked but I didn't think there was going to be a real party of continued action for me. Certainly, the guys would be more interested in waiting until we were home. The intention of my action was to initiate real negotiation for future work and that had, I thought, been successfully created. So, I pulled the thin tank top back on, straightened my stockings, and wiggled into the micro skirt while checking in the mirror above the counter that the skirt was down on my hips to cover my ass cheeks.

Leaving the room, I found Gary in discussion with Zander. I walked over to the other three guys and was immediately enveloped by them, lips kissing me and hands touching me before beer was put into my hand. Within moments, Gary slipped a hand behind his back with a raised thumb.

With all of us coming to Zanders from different locations, we each had a separate vehicle going back. And, apparently, I wasn't the only one feeling desperate by the time we arrived. We made it as far as the grass next to the house where I was turned into Jay's arms and devoured with kisses. I worked his belt and zipper as he reached under my skirt to probe my cunt, then penetrated it with two fingers. We were both gasping and moaning when I turned and sank to my hands and knees and he lowered his jeans only as far as his knees as he settled on the ground behind me, slamming his big cock hard and deep into me. God, what a lovely feeling! I felt a touch on my head and didn't even wonder. I opened my mouth and raised my head knowing another big cock would be there for me. I didn't know which of the guys it was, only seeing black skin and jeans open.

The cock in my mouth pulled away as I heard Jay grunting behind me. My eyes registered Caleb (who I assumed had been in my mouth) lying on the ground next to me after prying his boots off and removing his jeans. As Jay finished spewing his cum into my cunt and pulled out, I struggled to move to the side and straddle Caleb even as my body continued to shudder through an orgasm. I settled over his cock and sank down the length of it sending a spike in my orgasm. I was happily bouncing up and down on the cock with my eyes closed and mouth parted with flowing groans, moans, and gasps when I was pulled down and Caleb's cock removed. I moaned my objection but just as quickly felt another cock at my cunt. I opened my eyes to find a smiling Caleb. I smiled back and mashed my mouth against his as this new cock fucked my cunt for a minute with two loads of cum already in it before it too pulled out to be pressed at my asshole as my ass cheeks were spread apart. I pressed back against the cock to penetrate my sphincter giving only token resistance after all the times it has been opened by these big cocks.

After this new cock was pressed deeply into me, it too slid back so only its head was inside as I felt Caleb's cock again at my cunt. As I pressed back against his cock to enter my now tighter cunt, I also felt the cock in my ass pressed deeper by the motion. With both cocks inside me, I steadied myself to be fucked by two cocks when a third bumped against my forehead. I raised my face with an open mouth. The cock entering my mouth and sliding over my tongue did not have the taste of spent semen or cunt juice so I knew it wasn't Jay but the last of my men. Airtight and outside. Yes ... my men know how to thank me.

A couple days later, I heard, "Damn! Can there be a better sight at the end of a day?"

I was bent over in the kitchen, my hands in the open oven to remove the baked fish I prepared for dinner. Still dressed for office hours in thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels and my feet parted for balance, I smiled at Gary's comment as I knew full well he had a good view of not only my ass but my bald cunt peeking at him between my thighs.

He waited for me to put the hot pan on the stovetop before encircling my otherwise naked body from behind. As he stroked my stomach and fondled a breast, he kissed my neck until I dropped the hot pads and turned in his arms to press my lips to his.

"Welcome home, sir," I managed to say with our lips pressed together. "I hope your day was productive."

He laughed, "Still in office manager mode, huh?" I laughed with him. The truth was, though, he was on a small project that was scheduled for only a few days. Being the office manager and slut was sometimes a difficult line of separation when with them. Then, he became serious, "I got a call from Zander today." Ah, I thought, the porn guy. What did he want? If it was just scheduling the next part of his projects, why not call me? "We have something to discuss as a group."

I sat at the dinner table naked, as usual. I was pleased with the way the new recipe turned out and the guys seemed to devour it with pleasure. I was waiting for Gary to introduce the topic he felt we all needed to discuss and he waited until everyone seemed to be done. I put up my hand for him to wait as I quickly cleared the dishes and brought out coffee.

Gary leaned into the table and looked at me, or rather looked at Jerome's fingers at my nipple. It was so common to be felt and touched by the guys, I no longer thought about it, only enjoyed it. "I got a call from Zander today," he began to introduce the topic. "We all felt Katie did a splendid job of opening negotiations with him and we were correct in that feeling. Thank you, Katie." I nodded back at him but the real reaction from me was a flush of arousal. I was hoping for a more physical form of thanking me to come later. "I got the official word from the man: he's giving us the next remodel which will be a near duplicate of what we just finished. A second studio which he thinks he will need soon if his own videos are as popular as he expects after getting an experienced director and camera crew hired."

There were fist-bumps and smiles around the table. "That is good news," we all responded nearly in unison.

Gary focused intently on me. "There's more," he said. "There is a reason he says he's optimistic and he offered not only significantly increased pricing per square foot for the next remodel but all future expansions for us." He was still focused on me as he said it and everyone turned their attention from Gary to me while waiting for Gary to explain. I was washed with a powerful flush as my mind clicked like tumblers of a slot machine ready to hit the jackpot. A porn guy I had fucked willingly. Gary finally dropped the answer we were waiting for. "Zander believes he's also found his breakthrough actress ..." he was watching me.