Diana R SLUT

"Hi slut."

"Excuse me?" I looked up at the 2 young black men approaching my table.

"We been watching you. Following behind you on the escalator, you ain't leave nothing to the imagination. Now you sitting here in the food court, legs all spread, just letting everyone get a look. You telling me you ain't doing it on purpose? You telling me you ain't a slut?"

My heard skipped a beat. The truth was I had intentionally come to the mall to flaunt myself. My husband doesn't pay much attention to me anymore; it seems all he cares about are sports and work. Maybe he's bored with me; I'm not sure anymore. I know I’m over 50 years old now, but I’ve worked hard to keep my 34c-29-36 figure on my 5’6” 129-pound frame, and a girl likes feeling pretty and sexy once in a while.

This wasn’t the first time I had gone on a little exhibitionist tour. I enjoy the attention, the surprised looks when someone gets a good look up my skirt or down my top. I especially like attracting young men and receiving validation that maybe my body hasn’t yet exceeded its expiration date for sexiness. Usually, the guys were too shy to do more than leer, but these three black youth were bolder than most.

I looked over the young black men standing before me. They looked young, at least 18, but not much more. They were both right around 6’ tall and looked in decent shape. I noticed I seemed to cross paths with them several times as I paraded around the mall. I guess it was more than just a coincidence. Only one of them had spoken so far. Evidently, he was the leader while the other one stood to his side.

“So, what’s your game? You all just show?” he demanded to know.

I looked around. The mall wasn’t that crowded. The old indoor malls were dying out and being replaced by big box store hell. There wasn’t really anyone within earshot.

“I – I’m sorry,” I stammered.

“Sorry, what? Sorry you’re a cock tease? Ain’t got to apologize for being a slut. We already know you that. There’s a hall back there that leads to a storage closet. You wanna be a slut? That can be arranged really easy,” he said as big hungry smiles formed on their two faces.

My eyes grew wide, and my heart was racing. They were calling me out and exposing me for who I am. It’s one thing to tease, but it’s another to take it beyond that. I’m still a married woman and a guidance counselor at a local college. Judging by their speech, it was unlikely they were students, but I couldn’t risk my professional reputation.

Nevertheless, after what felt like an eternity, I nodded my head slightly, and they motioned for me to proceed to the hallway in the back. I looked around as I walked, trying to discern if anyone took notice of the 50 something white woman disappearing to a back room with two young black men.

I didn’t know anything about these young men. I didn’t know their names, and they didn’t know mine. In that moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

At the end of hall was a door. “Just open it,” he commanded. I did as instructed, and it led to a long plain hall that led to all the backdoors entrances for the smaller inside mall shops. “Right over there,” he pointed, and I walked to a non-descript door and walked in.

It was a storage closet, just like he described. It was about 10’x10’, but it was filled with various cleaning supplies. Not exactly a romantic locale, but at least it seemed private enough.

I heard the closet door close behind me and I turned around to face my companions, as they lewdly ogled over my body. One of them locked the door to keep anyone from disturbing us.

“Now let’s get a better look at our slut over here,” the vocal one coldly stated.

I stood nervously as came right up to me, so close the scent of a recently smoked blunt on his mouth reached my senses. Every cell in my brain screamed this was a horrible idea. I was completely at their mercy. The utility hallway was empty, and with the thick concrete walls and loud music playing throughout the mall, any cries for help would likely be futile.

His hands raised my short white skirt until my bare, bald pussy was revealed, and then he reached around and slapped my ass. His friend snickered as the loud smack of his hand against my bare ass filled the room.

“You a nice piece of ass. You married?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

“This your first time with black cock?”

I shook my head, and they both giggled.

“Does your husband know you’re a black cock slut?”

I shook my head again.

“Your pussy’s wet just sitting here knowing you’re about to get fucked,” he said, as he raised his fingers, my wetness clearly visible on his fingertips. “Let me hear why you came back here with us. Tell me.”

He already knew why I was there, but he wanted to hear me say it. “I came here to be fucked. I came here to fuck black cock,” I calmly stated.

“Yeah, you a slut, alright,” he said laughing. “And you ain’t afraid to admit it. Get on your knees, and why don’t you unwrap your two prizes.”

I knelt down; the cement ground felt cold and hard against my knees as they positioned themselves side by side in front of me. My pussy tingled with excitement as it struck me what was happening, and I reached up to unfasten the leader’s jeans. I saw the lewd smile on his face when his semi-flaccid cock spilled out as I slid down his jeans and boxers. I took his member into my hands and gave him some quick tugs, and it quickly grew in girth and length to full erection.

“Put it in your mouth, slut. You know you want you want that black cock.”

He spoke to me so rudely; I should be offended. Yet, I felt my wetness intensify every time he called me a black cock slut. I took him into my mouth and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft until he hit the back of my throat and my bottom lip touched his balls.

His hands grabbed my hair, and then he vulgarly pulled my head back and forth on his cock, driving his member deep into my mouth until I gagged. He released his grip on my hair and laughed as I let him fall out of my mouth to catch my breath.

“Go on. Take care of my boy here. Get him nice and hard, too.”

I brushed the stray strands of messy hair from my face then set to work on his friend. He wore baggy basketball shorts that easily slid down, and the next thing I knew, I was sliding my mouth over his long shaft.

Meanwhile, the first young man came around behind me.

“Yo Dre, we’re gonna spit roast this slut. Give her what she wants.”

“Terrell, you think she can handle a double team? You don’t think that’s too much for her?”

Evidently the man I was blowing was named Dre, and it turned out he could talk after all. And the one who had done all the talking up to that point was Terrell. Not that they cared what my name was. Dre lowered himself to his knees, which forced me down onto all fours as I kept his cock in my mouth.

“What would your husband say if he saw you right now? Does he know you’re fucking strangers, that you a black cock hoe?” Terrell asked.

I started to answer when his fingers stroked my pussy, and I lowered my head in response to his rough calloused hands stroking my tender pussy.

“He doesn’t know. He – he’d be mad if he knew,” I timidly responded.

“What the matter? Doesn’t he want pussy? What is he, gay or something? Don’t seem like you shy about putting out.”

He continued fingering my pussy, which made it hard to concentrate as I tried to answer. “He’s always busy at work,” I stammered. “And his work takes him away from home half the time. Besides, he’s kind of got a limp dick compared to you boys,” I said with a smile.
My pulse was racing, and though a part of me was still somewhat scared, I also trembled in anticipation. I wanted their cocks inside me.

“Now we getting to the truth. This bitch just wants some dick. Well, now, let’s give the lady what she wants,” Terrell commanded.

Dre shoved his cock back into my mouth, and Terrell entered my pussy, and I felt like I was in heaven. There I was, in the middle of a storage closet in a public mall being spit roasted by two young black men who were at least 30 years younger than me. I barely even knew their names, and they had no clue what mine was. I was nothing more than a fuck toy for them, and I loved it. I relished every time that Terrell slapped my ass and called me a bitch. I loved the feel of a cock in my mouth and pussy at the same time. Dre quickly became rock hard in my mouth, and soon he was throat fucking me, ramming his cock in my mouth so hard, his balls slapped against my chin. He hit the back of my throat repeatedly, causing me to gag, which made them both laugh hysterically at my predicament. And yet, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Terrell’s cock felt like it was sawing me in half. My pussy was on fire, and he couldn’t fuck me hard enough. I couldn’t contain my orgasm, and it poured out of me, although Dre and Terrell continued fucking me, not even giving me a second to enjoy the moment. My screams were muffled by Dre’s cock in my mouth, and I felt the next orgasm already start forming as soon as the first one started ebbing.

A few minutes later, Dre’s cock exploded in my mouth. He pulled out, and then a second and third stream shot out onto my face and dripped from my lips onto the concrete floor.

Seconds later, I felt Terrell’s body tighten as he shot his load deep into my pussy. By this point, I was fatigued from the hard pounding I’d taken, and my body collapsed, although I remained impaled on Terrell’s cock as he filled my slit with his cum. As he pulled out, he gave my ass one final slap, and my body completely fell onto the floor in utter exhaustion.

“Bitch, we ain’t done with you, yet,” Terrell said laughing. “That old pussy done creamed all over my cock. You need to clean off this mess you left on me, slut.”

I gingerly raised my head back up and then wrapped my lips around his cock. The cocktail mixture of his cum and my arousal coated his member, and I slowly took it in. I lovingly worshipped the cock that had just made me cum, letting my lips and tongue run over every last of the 8 inches that had just been in my pussy.

“That’s better. Get you that black cock you been needing. Dre, you want to give her a ride?”

“Sloppy seconds on that nasty pussy. You done jizzed all up in her hole; it’s all dripping on the floor. But yeah, I’ll give her a dick down.”

I turned around and was amazed to see that Dre was already ready to go for a second round. I let Terrell fall out of my mouth just long enough to say, “This is why I came back here with you boys. My husband fucks me, it’s at least a day before he can get it up again. Here it is 30 seconds later, and you’re ready to go.”

“It’s a damn shame. You ain’t bad for an old slut. You need a real man at home to take care of you,” Terrell said, shaking his head. “Instead, you out here showing off your body to the entire mall and fucking two guys who’s first words to you were ‘Hi slut’.”

“It worked, didn’t it,” I winked.

“Yeah, it worked alright. I guess soon as we both drop a second load in you, everyone goes home happy,” Terrell laughed.

As I took Terrell back into my mouth, Dre rammed his cock into my pussy, and my back arched involuntarily in response.

“She’s built fine. She’s still dripping wet; it just slides right in. That pussy feels good wrapped around my cock,” Dre said as he started fucking me.

“Same here. The lips feel good wrapped around my cock,” Terrell agreed. “She may be older, but looks like she’s got experience.”

The truth was, even though they talked down to me, the pleasure was mutual. I was getting off on their cocks, and I enjoyed making them cum.

Dre had started fucking me slowly, but now he abandoned all caution, and he proceeded to pound his cock hard into me. I was still on all fours, and the way he drove his cock into me, he was violently driving my mouth back and forth on Terrell’s cock. It was all I could do to keep his cock between my lips.

As Dre fucked my pussy, I shuddered in pleasure from the tingles shooting through my body. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I loved every second of it. I loved the feel of their cocks moving in and out of me. I loved knowing I could turn on two young men at the same time and sexually satisfy them.

My hands reached up and grabbed Terrell’s cock, both to steady myself, but also to jerk him off while I held his tip in my mouth. From behind, Dre relentlessly drove his cock into me, and I screamed and moaned in pleasure, uncontrollably and undeniably. I reached another orgasm, my body spasming uncontrollably, although, again, Terrell and Dre continued spit roasting me, just plowing right through my orgasm.

“This slut gets off on black cock. Just listen to her beg for it. She’s taking it like a champ, though,” Dre grunted between thrusts.

“She doing a good job sucking me off, too. She about to earn herself another protein shake,” Terrell hooted.

They were both proven to be prophetic within a minute. Dre came first, his throbbing cock pushing against the walls inside my pussy as he shot his load deep inside. Shortly after, Terrell grabbed my head and shoved his cock against the back of my throat as he shot a second load inside my body. I gagged as his load almost went down the wrong hole, but he firmly held my head in place, my mouth firmly impaled on his cock, and he made sure to deposit every last drop of his cum on my tongue before he pulled back out.

Again exhausted, I collapsed back on the cold, hard concrete floor.

“You did good, slut, for an old bitch,” Terrell complimented me. “Ain’t you lucky you in a cleaning closet. Better get some of these towels and such and get yourself cleaned up before you go home to your limp dicked husband.” They both laughed as I struggled to sit up.

“You’d better get moving, slut,” Terrell continued. “That cleaning crew be making their rounds. They might be back here soon. Be a shame if you got caught and they figured out what a black cock slut you are.”

They all laughed again at my expense, as they pulled up their pants and then opened the door and exited. They left the door open to the hall as I lay naked on the concrete floor, my body spent and a long trail of cum dripping from my mouth and pussy onto the floor.