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Sharon, the making of a slut – part two
Getting things set for Sharon’s next adventure was going to take a little time so I told her that it was going to be a little while in the making but it would be worth waiting for. I set to work and started off by placing some adverts in the lonely hearts columns of a local paper and in a contact magazine to, the ads went like this;
Horny white woman looking for
Adult fun in Suffolk with very
w/e black men, no fees. Text
name to 07957-****** I’ll ring
you to arrange a meeting.
Two days after the adverts appeared texts started to arrive on the pay as you go phone that I asked Sharon to purchase, in all there were twenty five texts that arrived, and nearly all were from local black men. I text back to them all the following text;
Hi my name is Sharon, I’m 40,
I want to be fucked by several
Black men in one night in front
of my boyfriend. I’m only
interested if you have a huge cock,
text back length with a picture and
I may get back to you!
That whittled it down to ten men who replied with cocks over ten inches long with pictures to prove it too! So now the players were set for her next adventure, I rang Sharon and told her to book and pay for a room at a local Holiday Inn for the following Saturday night and that she had to come over after school runs the next morning.
‘Hi Dave’
Sharon said as she came through the door.
‘What do you want me for today?’
‘OK Sharon, I told you that I was going to make you into a whore so this is what I want you to do while I make a pot of tea. Ring the ten numbers on this piece of paper and read out to each one what I’ve written and then hang up. ’
As I went through to the kitchen I heard her making the first call and saying;
‘Listen, if you want to join in with my gang bang on Saturday night then be at the Holiday inn car park at Beacon Hill near Ipswich on the A140 at 7. 30pm with your phone on and I’ll text you the room number, there will be ten of you and I want you all to fuck my white cunt senseless, Bye. ’
By the time I’d made the tea she had rung seven of them, and she had soon rung the other three too.
‘So what am I to do on Saturday then?’
Sharon asked as she sipped her tea, I replied;
‘You’ll do as you’re told to do, or we won’t have any other fun together and you can go back to being unsatisfied! What I will say is that you are to be wearing a black bra, knickers & suspender belt with fishnet stockings under your dress.
