An offer

We entered what I guessed was their kitchen. It was pristine and clean, filled with stoves and sinks and fridges. There were two other black men there, a tall, skinny guy and a short stocky one, both cooking food, and a black girl helping them out. The man who had come to us turned, crossing his arms.

“So, we know what you guys were doing at that table. Honestly, everyone knew, it wasn’t really subtle.” I blushed at that. “Now, we can’t really say anything about your, uh, preferences, but this is a family restaurant, so you can’t be doing stuff like that, and under normal circumstances we’d call the police.”

I paled. Jail? No, I couldn’t go to jail, I was much too weak and frail! I’d end up being used as a cumdump for everyone there. Then again, that would be really hot...

“However, we decided not to do that.” The man said. “You see, the four of us have been really busy, what with this job and our university work , so we’ve been really pent up and unable to let any of our stress go, so if you let us use your daughter like the whore she is for the next 4, 5 hours, we'll forget that you did anything. What do you guys say?”

I stared at them in shock. Sell myself out as a cheap whore? Nuh uh, never! I would never do that, and I was sure that mommy and daddy wouldn’t make me do it either. I turned to daddy, waiting for his answer.