Ashley's Gig Ch. 02

Sitting at the counter in her kitchen one morning on a bar stool sipping at her coffee several days after her first clown gig, Ashley couldn't help but smile dreamily, just like she did every time she thought about that day. When her husband left for work and commented how he'd be late coming home tonight, she felt a thrill, thinking about the cheap slut he'd be banging later, almost laughing out loud when she replied, "Ok dear. Have a great day and I'll see ya when I see ya!" As his car pulled out of the driveway, daydreams of his boss Calvin drifted into her head as her hand drifted into her robe, fingers finding her itchy clit. She thought about how outraged he'd be if he found out. Then she thought about why she was so turned on by black men, memories flooding back, things she hadn't thought about for a very long time. She realized that her parents were bigots too, along with their family friends who all went to church with them, the comments and events and the rationalizations playing like a movie in her mind. She also realized that she hadn't been part of the solution but just another part of the problem all these years.

"I have a lot to make up for, I think," she mumbled, resolving to make amends. "What do they call it? Reparations! I'm gonna make reparations by giving myself to Calvin's thick, black cock...." Her head spun at the thought of being her husband's boss's slave, a naked white slut with a collar and chain, kneeling at the feet of a giant, beautiful black man, forced to worship him and serve as his sex toy, her husband Jeff just standing there watching with his cheap bimbo as Calvin slipped his dark dick into her mouth. Sadly, it was just a dream. She couldn't really do that, but what a delicious fantasy. Everyone she knew would lose their minds! That couldn't really happen, could it?

As she closed her eyes and really started to get into her fantasy, rubbing and teasing herself, her cell phone which was sitting on the counter next to her coffee, dinged, a text message lighting up the screen. Glancing over to see who it was, her eyes went wide, heart fluttering when she saw:

Calvin Lancaster: "How's my little clown slut? Still up for another clown job?"

She was beside herself with excitement, speaking out loud to no one, "Oh my GOD!! He called me HIS little clown slut. Fuck yeah I'm still up for it!" She laughed, thinking about how she never speaks like that, being such a proper housewife, and being called a slut was beyond shameful. But then again, does a proper housewife cheat on her husband by dressing up like a clown and bending over for the first fat, black cock she meets? Ashley sighed, feeling like her face would cramp from smiling so much, resigning herself to the fact that she is indeed a slut now and actually NOT a proper housewife anymore. Snatching her phone off the counter, she quickly typed her reply:

Ashley Cavendish: "I'm great -- so happy to hear from you! Yes, I'm absolutely up for it!"

Waiting breathlessly for his response, she held the phone up in front of her, watching intently for his next message. She could feel herself becoming more aroused just by texting with him, "What kind of maniac have I become? I need to get a hold of myself..." Taking deep cleansing breaths, she forced herself to put it down and tried to relax, her heart still beating hard and fast in her chest as she reached for her coffee, trying to take a sip with her hands still shaking slightly. When her phone dinged again, she jerked, startled, spilling the now lukewarm coffee down the front of her robe and all over her lap. Cursing under her breath, she stripped off the robe and tossed it on the tile floor, standing naked as she snatched her phone off the counter to read the next message from Calvin:

Calvin Lancaster: "Good to hear. I have to warn you that it's going to be a more adult type of job this time. No kids and I need a hot, sexy, slutty clown this time. Something I'm sure you can do. Is this ok?"

Her eyes went wide again, mouth open, mind racing over the possibilities of what he meant. When she saw his next text, she actually squeaked out loud:

Calvin Lancaster: "It pays $1000 if that's an incentive."

Standing naked in her kitchen, she reached out to grip the counter, her knuckles white, rereading the texts again two more times before quickly typing a reply:

Ashley Cavendish: "No problem at all! I'd love to be a sexy slutty clown for you any time you want. Just tell me when and where."

After she had hit the send button, she panicked a little, hoping that she didn't sound too trashy or desperate, but truth be told, she was feeling really trashy and desperate at the moment. She just shrugged, feeling reckless and bothered in general, quickly reading the next text from Calvin when her phone dinged:

Calvin Lancaster: "Great! I'll need you at my place this Friday night at 7pm. The address is 77 Licorice Way. I'm gonna need you looking hot and slutty, ok? See you soon!"

Just then her phone alerted her to a $1000 deposit in her Venmo account. "HOLY CRAP!! It's on!!" her brain screamed, churning as she thought about what to wear and how to do her face and what to bring before turning to the obvious.... what is she going to be expected to do for that kind of money? Who's going to be there? Has she just become a whore??? Her heart started thumping again, her breath quick and ragged as she started to freak out, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! What have a I gotten myself into?" All the while, her body started to tingle, her pussy lubing up, clit and nipples stiff and hot. When she realized how hot and turned on she was from it all, she just sank to her knees, head back with her eyes closed, one hand clutching her breast as the fingers of her other furiously rubbed her gooey snatch, resigned and surrendering, "Oh god... I'm a slut and a whore.... for a black man.... I'll do it... I'll do whatever he wants. And I don't even care if that fucker Jeff finds out..." She came quickly and hard, her body shuddering where she sat on the cold tile floor, her voice a long, drawn out quavering moan until she was spent, catching her breath and twitching every couple of seconds with aftershocks until she recovered. After taking a deep breath, a goofy grin plastered across her face, she got up and started her preparations, feeling like the slut she was sure that she'd become, staying naked for the rest of the day, or at least until she thought her husband was coming home.

In the days leading up to her second clown gig, Ashley decided on a clown face she wanted to wear, settling on a red and black harlequin look with a heart in the middle of her lips. She picked up a red satin g-string and bra combo which she decided that she'd wear with a fun, pink tutu she already had. The final items were a pair of red, fuck me pumps with three inch heels and red thigh high fishnet stockings. She was so excited, she barely noticed Jeff's comings and goings, letting him know that she was going out with friends when he left for work Friday morning and would be home late herself that night, probably even spending the night if was too late. He seemed more than happy with that arrangement and told her to have fun and he'd see her when he saw her. She thought to herself, "If only you knew...."

Friday, early evening, after spending a considerable amount of time doing her makeup and getting into her outfit, she stood in front of a full length mirror in her basement workshop, turning this way and that with a feeling of doubt creeping in, "Wow, is this something I really want to do? What if Calvin doesn't like me? And what am I really gonna have to do tonight?" She considered for a moment, "I guess I could text him and cancel... but.... I really don't want to. I really look trashy, but really hot too, don't I? I've been so excited all week long!" She took a big breath and clapped her hands as she jumped up and down, deciding that her husband deserved whatever she does tonight and that she's going through with it, no matter what.

With sweaty palms and thumping heart, she raced up the steps and out the side door, the cool breeze on her skin reminding her that she was almost naked. It didn't occur to her to wear anything over her very skimpy outfit, her bare ass jiggling as she trotted in her high heels, her nipples poking at the very thin fabric of her top. With a furtive glance down the driveway, she ducked into her car and raced out of the subdivision, intent on the directions from the navigation app on her phone.

When she pulled into Calvin's driveway in the very swanky neighborhood where he lived, she marveled at the size of his very large house, only slightly concerned by the sight of four other cars parked ahead of her. After turning off the engine, she sat for a moment, mentally preparing herself to see him again, still turning over in her mind what type of performance she was going to have to give. Finally, with a frustrated groan, she whipped open the car door and marched quickly up to the front door, her mostly bare body exposed to any neighbor that might be watching, tutu ruffling in the breeze and struck a cute, clowny pose after ringing the doorbell.

Calvin opened the big door and stood with a drink in each hand and a cigar clenched in his teeth, "There's my hot little slutty clown. You ready to have some fun?" He handed her one of the drinks and reached around to give her little hug, his big, warm hand squeezing her bare, pale ass cheek, "You're probably gonna want this and if you want something a little stronger, I've got that too. Just ask." As he led her down the hall to room near the back of the house, she took a big swig, relieved to taste a very nice brandy, smooth and a little sweet, "You'll be... entertaining... myself and four friends of mine. From the looks of it, you came ready and willing." He turned with a wide grin, pausing before opening the door, "And here we go. Hope you're ready...."

As the door swung open and they stepped inside, she saw four more well dressed, good looking black men sitting on a sofa and a couple of chairs around a large, low coffee table enjoying cigars and drinks the same as her host. They all nodded and smiled, obviously approving of the night's entertainment.

A tall slender, dark skinned man sitting in club chair smiled and winked at her, "Alright Calvin!!"

One of the men on sofa, a little older and with thickly built gave his host two thumbs up, "Nicely done!"

"Oh, she's a sweetheart, isn't she?" another comment from a man as big as Calvin, grinning ear to ear, also sitting on the sofa.

Finally an older man with graying hair but in great shape, "Come on in, baby. Show us what you got!"

She was thrilled by her reception and beamed but slightly freaking out again. As she was nervously draining her glass, Calvin directed her to the side table where the liquor was, "There ya go. Why don't you top us off and then get up on that coffee table and give a little dance to watch, huh?" He paused, watching how jittery and nervous she seemed as the situation hit her, and reached into his pocket producing a small, silver pill box, "Here, have one of these. Won't make you high or out of it, just relax you a bit. You want one?" He flicked open the lid when she nodded quickly and flicked a small, white pill into her hand. Not having any idea what it was, but throwing caution to the wind and trusting Calvin, she slid it between her carefully painted lips and washed it down with the last of her brandy before grabbing the fancy, cut glass decanter with both hands and carefully poured a measure into each man's rocks glass, stepping close as she bent over to give them each a good eye full of sexy, near naked clown flesh.

Placing the decanter back on the tray after filling their glasses, Ashley could feel the effects of the liquor and whatever pill Calvin had given her, a warm tingling numbness washing over her body, her misgivings and nervousness floating away like smoke in the breeze. A shiver went down her spine as her tension evaporated. She clapped her hands and hopped up on the low table, "Alright! Let's get started!" Though she'd never done a sexy dance before, she had practiced in front of the mirror in her basement studio just in case, grinding her hips and doing her best imitation of Demi Moore in that one stripper movie. The liquor and the pill, her cheating spouse, her near nakedness, and the beautiful black men she was dancing for added up to a heady concoction of decadent arousal, her head spinning as she wiggled, grinding and twirling for the men as they cheered and watched with obvious appreciation.

Calvin was the first to get the real ball rolling, "Hey sexy clown, how about showing a little more skin, huh? Show us those sweet clown tits, why don't ya?"

Without thinking, Ashley just nodded, reaching up to hook her thumbs into the shoulder straps, working them down little by little while in the back of her mind thinking, "Oh shit!! Here we go... just keep going... don't stop don't stop don't stop... do it for Calvin... do it!!" She didn't stop, dancing like a stripper and sliding her top down until her small, stiff nippled breasts were jiggling free and bare, turning round and round to show them all. She unfastened the catch of her bra and tossed it to her host, raising her arms and shaking her hips, smiling and cheering, "WOOHOOO!!!" feeling free and reckless and ready for anything.

"Hey baby, why don't you come down here and show me what you got up close?" one of the men called out, reaching out to motion for her to come down off of the low table.

"Yeah, come on down!" another agreed.

She knew what was coming, her mind spinning as they all cheered for her, "Yeah, we all wanna get a good, close look!"

Without considering for a moment, she hopped down, going all in and hopping on his lap, spreading her knees wide to straddle his thighs and pressing her tits right in his face, her hands holding the back of his head as she rubbed them back and forth. Her whole body tingled when she felt his strong hands on her ass, squeezing and caressing her supple, pale flesh. In a daze of lust and loopy from the pill, she began to grind against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen under her as she gyrated on his lap.

Men on either side of her began to caress her flesh, different lips on her nipples teasing and tantalizing, her head spinning, feeling almost an out of body experience, her actions on autopilot as she found herself guided onto her hands and knees. Finding a rigid, black cock in her hands, she opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the fat head as someone removed her g-string and stuck his face in her sex, his tongue sliding through her hot, wet slit. Before she knew it, a cock had slipped into her from behind while the cock in her mouth drove deeper, her tongue sliding along it's length as she worked it in and out, drooling down the thick shaft, her hand stroking as she gurgled and gagged.

A mixture of guilt, doubt, excitement, vengeance, and raging lust swirled in her mind, "Oh god, what am I doing? I'm in way over my head. Jeff doesn't deserve this, does he? But I do, don't I? It feels soooo goood.... I don't wanna stop. I don't want it to end. I want them to do whatever they want to me... god, I'm a whore now, so why shouldn't I?" As she split her attention between the dialogue in her head and the cocks drilling into her, she was suddenly startled by the sensation of something drooling down the spread crack of her ass, then fingers massaging it around her until recently, unexplored rear entry point. She started trembling, anxious but the fingers were gentle and the cocks plowing into her a distraction so that she hardly noticed when her ass was penetrated by first one, then two fingers, fucking in and out as she climbed higher and higher, dizzy with lust. All at once, the cock in her pussy slipped out, eliciting a whimper from her before the fingers in her ass were replaced by a throbbing black cock head, pressing against her unwilling sphincter. She groaned and gyrated her hips in frustration as it pressed more insistent until with an almost audible pop, her bunghole surrendered, her rear end impossibly full with only the faintest ache.

"DAMN!! This clown's ass is tight!!" she heard from behind while the man in her mouth watched, amazed at how her ass gave up so easily.

"Gave up quick though... she's ready to go, ain't she?" they both laughed, grunting with pleasure and effort as they spit roasted her, her ass straining around the cock that had begun to pump in and out, reaching farther into her guts with each stroke, surprising her with how good it felt, making her grin around the shaft between her lips thinking about how she'd never allowed Jeff to even finger her ass, now giving it up so easily to men she didn't even know.

Just as the cock in her ass managed fit almost all the way in, the one in her mouth slipped out to be replaced by another, although instead of her mouth, he pulled her up, "Gotta get some of that sweet white pussy. Come on baby, lemme get all up in ya now." The man in her ass grabbed her around the waist without pulling out and laid back on the sofa, taking her with him so that the one in front of her could grab her ankles, pulling them wide as he smiled down at her, the clown slut, spread lewdly, her white asshole stretched tight around a fat black cock, her pale skin flushed red, hot, wet cunt open and ready. Without wasting any time, he rubbed his cock head up and down her slit a few times to get it wet before plunging in, taking her breath away. She'd never been so full before, fat rods filling both her holes at once, pressing deep inside. Her orgasm was immediate and earth shaking, sending her small frame into spasms, legs and arms shaking, eyes rolling up in her head as it washed over her, wave after wave of mind numbing ecstasy, the men all cheering together, egging her on.

Cocks stuffed into her, front and back, "There she goes!"

A sweet, white filling in a hot, black sandwich, "Slut loves herself some black cock, don't she?"

Cumming and cumming, impaled on fat, dark meat poles, "Yeah baby, ride it out!"

They gave her only a moment before they started pounding in and out of her, sometimes in and out and once, sometimes one driving in while the other pulled out. She was breathless as they hammered her, not giving her rest, each man taking a turn, sometimes after he shot her full of cum, sometimes just to take a rest, turning her this way and that as they switched places, her orgasms coming one after the other, semen drooling from her stretched out cunt and ass and splattered all over her tits and ass and smeared into her makeup. Sometimes she'd have a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt, or any combination of holes, sometimes all three. She lost track of time, exhaustion pushing up against the excitement and lust that kept her going until she was just a limp toy for their cocks, barely able to move, covered with cum and sweat as they used her mercilessly.

Hours later she woke up naked and alone in the dark on the sofa, her cunt and ass aching, cum drooling from her stretched and well used holes, still exhausted and caked with drying sex fluids and sweat. It took her several minutes to realize where she was and what had happened, a broad grin spreading across her face as she slid to her knees on the floor, the events of earlier in the evening playing back in her mind. The only thing she could hear in the dark was some movement down the hall so she pushed herself up, leaning heavily on the sofa cushion, to standing on wobbly legs, taking a moment to regain her balance, then carefully making way through the door and down the hall towards the sounds after finding only the tutu and shoes left of her outfit. She still had on the fishnet stockings. She found Calvin in the kitchen having a cup of tea though it must have been well after one or two A.M., "Well hello my little clown. I didn't expect you to be up and around already. I was considering carrying you up to a guest room to sleep it off. You doing ok? Would you like some tea?" He flashed her a warm, brilliant smile which she couldn't help but return.