Dec 2017: Aimee in Bermuda

What follows was written by Mistress Jody about a trip back to Bermuda after Christmas that she and her fabulous and well cared for, classy and articulate mature mom (late 40's) submissive, Aimee, made back to the island. For reference to the reader, through a series of visits over the past 2-3 years, some lasting for weeks at a time, Aimee has fulfilled her lingering desires of sexual servitude while visiting and working there, first as a "maid" and later as a classy adornment providing special services to guests at a particular inn on the island. Though I am aware of several of these visits, this is the first one I've been given permission to publish here. I hope it won't be the last. Eve

Jody's narrative begins...

"Our trip was amazing as you might imagine.  Of course there are many stories I wanted to share with you lol.  Aimee asked, or more truthfully, I teased her that perhaps when I told you guys about our trip that maybe it can be her first entry onto your blog, Eve.  

Okay, first, a few things.  The hurricane and terrible weather is not something that Bea is upset about so much.  Seems she is insured for that kind of thing, and the custom here is that it just takes forever for any kind of evaluation to take place, and of course anyone who works for the government expects a healthy kickback. To us we always seem to roll our eyes at our government but can you imagine having to bribe just about anyone who comes by to inspect the damage done to your property?  For Bea, it’s a fact of life but Aimee and my jaws hit the floor.  So long story short, the Inn is not so much damaged, but the attractions (beach, etc.) were in need of some attention for a long time. 

Bea’s place remains very beautiful though, and it was where we stayed for the vast majority of our time.  She also thinks of Aimee now and I guess myself as family, which is good.  She is still a very stern figure, but much more relaxed about our visits.  She kind of cracks herself up and tells everyone who will listen that when we are visiting we are “Bermudian Royalty”.  She means this as a loving thing to say to me, and a sarcastic thing to say to Aimee.  She’s a strong woman though and definitely has a commanding presence. 

As you can imagine, she had a trick up her sleeve when we arrived at the airport.  And I have to say it was ingenious.  Normally she sends a car (which I think Aimee has paid for through her “work“ at the Inn), but this time we were told that she couldn’t afford to send a car to get us. Instead, there was a shuttle that would drop us off at her home.  So when we got off the plane, sure enough there was a male driver, in a blue polo shirt, who took our name and brought us to this shuttle-type van.  It was the type of van that you might take to go from a hotel to an airport.  Maybe a little smaller.  In the shuttle there were two sets of seats facing each other on each side of the aisle.  Kind of like a train.  There were 4 other people in it.  Aimee and I thought nothing of it, and took seats across from each other. 

Across the aisle there was a thick, dark skinned woman in her 50’s, holding a toddler, who seemed about 2 ½ or 3.  Across from her a young girl, who looked about 13, in a peach dress.  In section of seats behind her was another woman, who I didn’t get a good look at, because why would I?  We were trying to put our bags overhead and sit down.

The driver leaves the cab to go get one more person and asks us to take a drink from the cooler if we want it.  I am kind of looking out the window, zoning out, Amiee hands me a drink and sits down.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see her look at the young girl and smile.  Then look at me.  I am 100 percent certain she smiles at me b/c the girl reminds her of why we came in the first place.  The girl looks at Aimee and smiles back and then kind of gets bashful, all the while we’re waiting to get going.  The driver comes back and says we have one more passenger, and it will just be a moment.  He turns some music on, not too loud and asks us if it is cool enough.  It’s actually not air-conditioned but we’re okay with the fresh air after the airplane.  I can tell Aimee thinks the girl is pretty.  She is SO excited to see the girls when we come to Bermuda, I just think she is getting excited about getting to Bea’s.  They smile to each other again, and then the older woman, puts down the book she was looking at and speaks in my direction.  “Is she bothering you?” 

The young girl’s smile goes away instantly and she looks straight ahead.  Of course I say no, and Aimee immediately repeats it. “Don’t bother the people!” the woman says sternly to the girl, and the girl kind of immediately snaps into place.  There is definitely a mood change and Aimee feels for the girl who is clearly scared of the woman she is with. 

Aimee smiles, and says “That’s a pretty dress.” The girl kind of blushes and looks down. Again, the 50-something woman puts her book down, stares at the girl, and sternly tells her “Say ‘thank you.’”  The girl mumbles a thank you, looking straight ahead, and the woman again stares her down.  “Look at people when you talk to them.”  So, now we’re thinking that the woman’s first reaction, wasn’t out of the ordinary, and she is very strict with her.  Aimee, smiles at the older woman and says “It’s okay…” when she is cut off by the woman, who says “Junie!” (Which was what the 13 year-old’s name was.)

The young girl gets up, moves across to Aimee, who is a little stunned, and while standing in front of her, says “Thank you, Miss.”  She looks directly at her shoes.  Quickly, Aimee, responds “you’re welcome, sweetheart.”  She stands there for a moment then looks to Aimee, and then the floor again, then to the older woman, who nods.  She then reaches out to Aimee and gently puts her hand on her breast.  Aimee freezes.  In what feels like slow motion, the girl takes Aimee’s hand, brings her down to her level a little, and then lifts her dress up.  Aimee gasps, and I see her chest begin to rise with her breath.  It’s like I could see her stomach drop and the sweat begin to form on her forehead.  The girl takes Aimee’s face and gently guides it to her pussy.  Aimee is shaking and tears begin to stream down her face.  She looks to the young girl, and then the older woman, who tells her, Bea told us to get you from the airport.

I watch Aimee’s mouth cover Junie’s pussy.  I see the little girl’s eye close, and her little hand move through Aimee’s hair, keeping her face at her pussy.  I saw Aimee fall directly into a rhythm as I’m sure she has done previously with so many other women. 

The young girl softly began to moan, and Aimee, wide eyed, looked to the older women, who just nodded at her as she held the toddler.  Then, the young woman from the back of the shuttle, who was probably 25 to 27 came up and sat next to me.  She smiled, and slid down between my legs, undoing my bottoms, moving to eat me.  Her mouth on my pussy, I just stared and watched Aimee devour little Junie.  And then past her a little, the older woman holding the baby.

Breaking the quiet, Junie gasped loud and hard, she moved to hold Aimee’s head away from her, but Aimee knew better. Junie was about to cum, so Aimee kept her pace, and Junie a few seconds later shook and moaned loudly.  Aimee cupped her bottom and help her up closer to her mouth, maintaining her pace, determined to bring her off repeatedly.  The girl between my legs opened her eyes and with her tongue in my pussy, looked at the scene to her left, as Junie struggled to get away from Aimee.  Finally Aimee sensed what she had been looking for was about to happen.  Junie spasmed, and then released a torrent of piss as she came violently. Aimee was soaked as Junie, holding her belly, shook.  She slid down a little, ending on her side, trembling a little as Aimee petted her legs.  The girl closed her eyes, looking like she was drifting off to sleep, but merely just laying there.  Meanwhile, between my legs, the long slow eating of my pussy had me in heaven.  It was so methodical, I knew I was not yet close to cumming, but my girl just kept plodding along. 

After a minute or two, as Aimee comforted Junie, she looked to the older woman.  The woman adjusted her lose, sleeveless top as in what seemed like an instant, revealed her breast. Holding a child in one arm, she motioned for Aimee to come to her, and Aimee obeyed.  My girl automatically, put her mouth over the older woman’s nipple and began sucking on it.  The fifty-something woman sighed.  Aimee greedily sucked her breast, as the girl between my legs pushed her tongue deep into me.  My head rolled back in pleasure, and when I returned my gaze to the woman, her legs were open, her skirt up, and her panties pulled to the side as Aimee ate her. 

Somehow the bus was moving, by now, I don’t remember when it started.  I just remember the older woman holding the child she was holding tight as Aimee dug between her legs and ate her with a vengeance. “Yes, gyal…”, she said over and over as Aimee ate her and pushed her legs apart. As I watched, Junie had moved to my lap and held me as she rested her head on my shoulder.  The girl between my legs tasted everything I had- I was soaked.  I made eye contact with the older woman and at the same time we allowed ourselves to cum."  

Oct 20, 2017: Trudy's Slut

(Note: Trudy is Molly's next door neighbor and a woman about my age.) 

Friday morning I went over to see Trudy for coffee and what I assumed would be some soft, womanly sex like we usually have. After coffee and chitchat while sitting in her breakfast room, I mentioned the computer issue and asked if it would be possible for me to use her computer occasionally to give you updates. 

She got this strange look on her face and said if I understand this correctly I have something that you want and need and you're asking me for a huge favor. If I grant you this favor I would have to have something in return. 

I said yes that's about it so I guess it's fair. 

She said the way things have always been is that you are sort of superior to me, not necessarily superior, that's the wrong word, but you get more of what you want than I do and I seem to get the scraps. 

I said I don't see it that way, we've always been friends and we enjoyed some good sex together the past few days. 

She said yes but I would like something a little different. I know how the girls treat you and what you do for them. I want some of that too.

I asked what did she mean exactly. 

She told me not to play dumb, that if I let you use my computer to send your updates to your mistress in New York, then I think it's only fair that you agree to let me treat you the way the girls do. In short, I want you to be my sex slut as long as you are living at Mollys. She continued that she always wondered what it would be like to be able to dominate another woman; although we are friends, she thought it would be fun to use me like a slut, something she'd always frigged off thinking about. Would I agreed to that in order to use her computer. 

I was stunned. But I knew from her glare at me that she was dead serious. I didn't say anything for a moment then I said yes I would agree to that. 

She said after the word "yes" should come one other word. 

I went WTF but I knew where she was going. I said "yes Ma'am." 

She said I am no longer just Trudy, I am now Ms Trudy, Mistress, or Ma'am. I lowered my eyes; I was literally shaking. 

She told me to take off my robe and sit in the floor naked with my back against the wall and my legs spread and use my hands to lift my tits up. 

I said "yes Maam" and did exactly what she said. 

She took her robe off, exposing her naked plump body. She walked to me, straddled my upright torso with her plump legs squatted slightly, pressed her pussy against my face and told me to lick her off. She pressed her pussy tightly against my mouth, she was gushing. With that I licked her to an orgasm. She turned and pushed her butt back against my face and told me to pull her fat ass cheeks apart and start licking her asshole. 

I said "yes Ma'am", pulled her cheeks apart. My mouth against her hole and started tonging and rimming her asshole. She told me to use my left hand to keep one ass cheek pulled back, to take my right hand and start frigging my slutty cunt. 

She bent forward which just pressed her ass harder against my face trapping my head against the wall and kept bending forward enough so that she was looking between her legs and could see me frigging. She asked how her ass tasted, I told her it was delicious. She told me to push my tongue into her hole and frig harder. I was fucking on fire! 

She told me that when I got ready to come to tell her that I would forever be her ass licking dirty slut. i did exactly what she said and I exploded with an orgasm that sent shivers throughout my body. I absolutely couldn't believe it. 

She backed away, faced me and told me to tell her again how good her ass tasted and what a dirty whore I was. I told her i was a dirty slut and her ass tasted delicious. At the end of each sentence with the word "Ma'am". Then she moved back to me standing close to my face and pissed on me, laughing as she did so. 

I cried. 

She pulled her ass cheeks apart and had me eat her ass again, moaning that she couldn't get enough of this, making fun of me for being her piss soaked, ass sucking slut. She came again.   

Then she had me call Molly and tell her what just happened. Molly was delirious with laughter. Trudy took the phone, put it on speaker and asked Molly if she was okay with this. Molly couldn't stop laughing and said it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. Trudy then said she'd like to repeat this scene this weekend in front of her (Molly) just to show what a slut i was and that she (Trudy) wasn't just some old fat fuck bitch but that she could now dominate me. Molly, still laughing, told her she'd love to see it and probably some of her friends would too. 

I was absolutely mortified. That concluded the call. 

Trudy gloated and told me how different things were going to be. As if to prove it she had me lick her fat ass again, which she can't get enough of, while i fingered her pussy. She had me clean up the piss mess in the breakfast room. Then she gave me her laptop and told me to write you. 

I have no idea whats in store for the rest of the day, or the weekend. No idea whatsoever but I am over the moon at this sudden turn of events. 

Trudy just told me we have to practice some other things today so we can put on a good show for Molly and the girls over the weekend. Who knows what that'll be.

Trudy said to remind you that ... "I am a humiliated cunt; a dirty ass sucking, piss soaked cunt." e 

   

Oct 19, 2017: Summary of the First 10 Days Back at Mollys

(A Note to Ms Jody about why I hadn't written)

Yes ma'am. When this swap took place, me here and Sherrie to MW's, it was a spur of the moment thing and I did not come out here with my computer. I had no idea I was going to be staying here. Sherrie took hers with her, Molly and Marianne don't let me use theirs. so, i'm doing with what i have, I ask your indulgence, please. 

This is the 10th day of the swap, i. e., my time here. The first couple days it was Amy and Amber coming over. then almost daily during the week, Amber coming over after school, senior in high school, to use me for an hour or two before she has to report in to home. Amber is a pistol. She's a chunky little blonde, about 5'4", maybe around 145 and solid, athletic. She gets a kick out of wrestling me, or trying to. Over the weekend, Molly likes to watch. They set up a wrestling area in the rec room. I get tossed around, she always wins, pins me and I have to eat her. Tuesday night, Amy and Megan came to watch also. It's humiliating. Amber also brought a g/f, Lana, over. Lana is 6'1". toned, a volleyball player and has a full ride to some college next year for volleyball. I'm complete putty with her, she's powerful. Wrestling her lasts about two minutes max before she pinned me and had me sucking her pussy while Amber fisted my cunt. Molly and Marianne laughing their butts off. 

During the day when I'm alone, Trudy comes over or I go over there. we talk, fuck, etc. The rest of my days are cleaning, cooking, doing laundry for Molly and Marianne. House maid, house whore - thats me. I'm naked all the time or in one of Sherrie's robes which I wear to scoot over to Trudy's next door. 

Even when I'm alone, i observe the nudity rule Molly imposed. I respect her and love her. Julie stopped by twice during the day to check on me. I fucked her too. Both afternoons when she's stopped by, she's tied me and left me that way for Amber to find me. i get gushy wet just lying in the floor, inescapably tied, waiting for Amber, and in one case, Amber and Lana to find me. It sends me over the moon. 

One night Stephanie came by and took me over to her place for the night to serve her and Mia. Steph's younger brother and a friend stopped by and fucked me. he is dork, so is the friend. Molly told her ... no more of that, so i won't go back. 

Sherrie keeps me updated daily on her servitude and I love those phone calls. She's the new me right now. Thats ok, I get it but i envy her. However, I know she needs this and for that I am grateful she has the opportunity to explore herself. I know her 10 days start tonight; she's jittery but excited. 

I talk with Mw frequently. I miss her. She tells me to be patient, she loves me, this will all work out and it's for a purpose. 

I love you and miss you, kisses, e.   

Oct 9 2017: Back at Molly's

(A note to Ms Jody)

In case you didn't know Mw and I came out to Sherrie s for the last day for her spanking weekend. MW added a few of her own. No surprise on that. 

But what was surprising to me was that she took Sherrie back with her and left me here, at Mollys. Now I'm getting what Sherrie got. 

Not just from Molly but from some of her friends. Actually the group of girls associated with Crystal. Think back to the pet sitter incident about four five years ago. Crystal, Megan, and Amy did that. Then about the same time I spend the night at crystals with Amy and Meghan in attendance. Plus Amy's little sister, Amber, who at that time was deemed too young to use me and they made her leave. She was 13 then, Amy was 15. 

Bottom line I had not seen any of these girls about four or five years since I have been so involved with Mw. 

For whatever reason Molly never wanted them involved with Sherrie. 

But now she decided to have them over to see me primarily because Amber always bitched that she never got a chance to use me. Out of the clear blue, last night Amy and Amber showed up and spanked and fucked me. Mindless humiliation for me. They didn't spend the night but Molly says they will be back. 

I have no idea how long this will continue, that is, me being here and Sherrie being at Mws. But omg what a flashback for me. I'm oozing like some oversexed tramp. It's awesome. 

More on this later but I thought you would enjoy knowing this little twist. I love you, e

Aug 25-29, 2017: Sherrie's Summary of Her Five Days

To whomever may be interested: What follows was written by Sherrie after spending five days as Ms Marion's (MW's) whore, somewhat of a joint collaborative idea and between Ms. Marion and Ms. Jody and orchestrated flawlessly by two loving but stern Domme's. Ms Jody instructed me to post it to my blog. 

It's worth noting that I, Evie, live with MW, an experienced, well-to-do black Domme', about nine months out of the year as her white whore and serve her, her friends and others of her choosing. I have done so for several years. Sherrie, my dearest friend and the one I stay with when I'm not at MW's, is in training. Enough said...

Summary of My Five Days

(numbers in parens keep track of the women).

Friday, Marguerite from about 400-730p. You know all about that. (1)

Saturday afternoon. Lilly, older black woman. Very routine sex, just me bringing her off. She had no interest in anything other than feeling good. (2)

Saturday evening from about 7 until 10.  Two black women; Deanna, about my age, married to some doctor, and her lover, Leticia, 26, a nurse in her hubby’s practice. LOL, how crazy is that! They were a lot of fun. Teasing, forceful sex, mocking me about a white woman licking their black ass, some mild spanking, lots of strappy play, not just them on me, but using it on them also. Interesting.  (3, 4)

Sunday afternoon, A rather bossy Asian woman, Kao Lin (spelling?) and her young daughter probably around 8-10. Mommy set daughter up in the main room of the suite watching Tv and playing on an iPad while we fucked in the bedroom. Sometimes the girl would stand in the doorway and watch until Mommy told her to go back to the other room. A horribly twisted situation. (5)

Sunday night/Monday morning.  Marion brought her friends from Raleigh, Cynthia and Roxy. She watched them use me for about two hours, talked privately with them then left. The friends stayed the night. The following morning after we showered, they restrained me with rope and cuffs – hands behind my back, upper arms and breasts, ankles and legs, put me on the bathroom floor on the wet towels, tied a rope from my waist to the base of the commode so I couldn’t move. Pissed on me, blindfolded me, then left. (6,7)

Later that morning, after agonizing on the floor about how I was going to get out of this, there was a knock on the door and a voice that said “housekeeping”. I went nuts. Door opens and there’s this outrageous laughing, commotion and chattering. (I’m sure this “discovery” of me was prearranged.) Hands are feeling me up. They untie me from the base of the commode, dragged me to the bedroom, hands all over me again, discovered the toy bag. Positioned my knees on the floor, upper body draped over the bed so they can fuck my pussy with a dildo, spank my butt. I’m struggling. Someone is on the bed pushing her pussy under my face. They untie my ankles and legs for more access to my pussy and harshly fuck me to an orgasm. Catcalls about me being a whore and push a dildo in my ass. I hear the suite door open again, somebody else comes. Now I’m thinking the whole hotel maid staff must be here. More ass fucking and spanking, more taking turns having me eat pussy. They pull me on the bed on my back, more fucking, pussy sucking, face slapping tormenting my nipples. I’m insane, feeling like raw meat thrown to a pack of wild dogs. The blindfold comes off. Two black maids, one Hispanic. I’m furious and scream at them to let me go. Then I look across the room and see Marion. She’s smiling and saying she got here a little later than she intended but she didn’t want to miss the beautiful sight of her whore being taken by the maids. I’m speechless. She thanks the maids, tips them, they dress and leave. (8. 9. 10).

She unties me and talks that being her whore means I fuck whoever she wants. I broke down, cried. She held me, I told her I loved her. I showered and dressed. We checked out of the hotel and went back to her place. She sequestered me in her bedroom, let me rest but made it clear I had one more appointment that evening.

Monday night. Marion dressed me in bra, panties, hose, stilettos and an orchid wrap dress. About 7:30 a car pulled into the circle drive. She added a blindfold before we went out the front door. Marion and I in the back seat. A long, almost wordless drive to somewhere though she’d occasionally kiss my neck, stroke my pussy. Car stops, Marion and I get out. We go in. Two distinct black female voices, some conversation. Marion introduces me as their prostitute for the evening. Hands touch me lightly. I’m having flashbacks to Marguerite in the hotel but I know it’s not her. Somebody opens the wrap dress, pulls my breasts out of the top of the bra, sucks my nipples. Slowly walks me to someplace and has me kneel. Pushes my face into a fragrant, smooth pussy. I’m making love to this unknown pussy and it drives me insane with lust. The voice belonging to the pussy becomes more passionate. Hips thrusting, hands holding my hair. The pussy orgasms.

Hands belonging to someone else, presumably the other woman, lift my dress enough to expose my buttocks, pull my panties to my knees and strokes my pussy and ass. She slowly whips my ass as I keep eating the pussy in front of me until it orgasms again. Things pause. The blindfold comes off. There, in the chair, is this darling black girl grinning impishly. The voice behind me, says that’s my daughter, Angela, today she’s 16. I’m her mother, Chloe. I’m thinking “pinch me, this can’t be real.” Chloe pulls me to my feet, I look around, Chloe is exquisite in her own right. The house is straight out of house beautiful. Chloe tells me to undress, they want a good look at my body. I do, stark naked as she wishes me to be. Marion says her presence is no longer necessary and she’ll return for me tomorrow morning. She kisses me, hugs Chloe and Angela, offers to leave the toys but Chloe says she has her own.

The three of us have a drink, nibble on birthday cake and ice cream. They put frosting on my nipples and lick it off. They remain dressed. Being naked in front of them puts me into a special place. Their servant. Their whore. There’s a lot of soft talk before we eventually slip into Chloe’s bedroom with a small balcony overlooking woods at the back of her home. Candles are lit, subtle fragrance fills the room. I undress Chloe and make love to her on the king size bed while her daughter watches. Then I undress Angela and make love to her again. Chloe has me stand at the end of her bed, my hands on the wrought iron frame, ass back, legs apart. She takes my pussy with her strappy but does not allow me to orgasm. She then passes it to Angela and instructs her in soft, motherly tones. In the same soft voice, Chloe tells me to tell her daughter to please fuck my cunt, that I am her whore and want her to take me. I do. Angela responds brilliantly. Chloe encourages me to be more whorish as I talk. I spew out words “whore, cunt, tits, fuck”, describing sex in gutter terms. I’m over the top at this. I orgasm from Angela’s fucking which pleases Chloe.

The mood shifts. Chloe lubes my ass then enters me with her strappy. Angela is on the bed with the cake platter. She feeds me cake while her mother fucks my ass; it’s beyond bizarre. Then frosting on my nipples, cheeks, abdomen and cunt. Then we’re kissing. I orgasm like I hadn’t had a fuck in 10 days. Angela rubs cake and frosting on her pussy and I willingly lick it off, and her, too.

That night the three of us sleep in Chloe’s king bed. More sex and more sex. There is one moment where I’m licking Chloe’s pussy while she’s licking her daughter’s pussy then deep kissing her mouth and using a vibe in her pussy. Lucky me, I get to take Angela’s pulsing orgasm. Then there is sleep.

The following morning, I had to clear my foggy head to remember where I was.  Angela dresses for school. Catholic uniform, like Molly used to wear. Déjà vu. We kiss goodbye. Chloe says she’s taking the morning off from work. We have coffee and yogurt. In the kitchen, she bends forward over the bar and I snuggle up to her ass and suck her hole and massage her clit. I lick her orgasm and in some purple haze of emotion and ask her to piss on me. Am I crazy with lust or what? We go on the balcony and she does. I hold my face against her pussy. Marion is supposed to be here soon, so we shower. Then embrace before I leave. (11,12)

I’m talking to Marion on the ride back. Something enters my thoughts; that I, as a white woman with huge responsibilities and power at work, have a thing for dark skinned women who resonate power. Chloe is definitely that; so is Marguerite. And Marion, of course, wholeheartedly agrees and said this didn’t happen by accident. That remark went unexplained.  

Xoxo.

Aug 25, 2017: Sherrie's First Client

To whomever may be interested: What follows was written by Sherrie after spending five days as Ms Marion's (MW's) whore, somewhat of a joint collaborative idea and between Ms. Marion and Ms. Jody and orchestrated flawlessly by two loving but stern Domme's. Ms Jody instructed me to post it to my blog. 

It's worth noting that I live with MW, an experienced, well-to-do black Domme', about nine months out of the year as her white whore and serve her, her friends and others of her choosing. I have done so for several years. Sherrie, my dearest friend and the one I stay with when I'm not at MW's, is in training. Enough said...

Marion and Eve accompany me to the hotel suite where I’ll be through the weekend, a downtown boutique hotel where discretion is assured since Marion knows the owner. The same hotel where she had Eve for the first-time years ago and earned the title of “mystery woman”. The suite is lovely. Cozy, intimate. Dressed in a sexy pleated mini skirt, classic white blouse, garter belt, stockings, and gorgeous heels, I feel like what I look like. Marion leaves a zipper bag of toys then they escort me back to the lobby. Marion nods to a woman in the bar then she and Eve leave.

Summoning my inner desires, I meet Marguerite, an exotic looking, dark skinned Brazilian woman. She’s married to a man in his 50’s, she turned 40 last month and has resorted to selected women for satisfaction. She’s very bi and eager. It’s her understanding that I am a professional business woman, experienced in lesbian love, encouraged by my mistress to explore life on the wild side.  I confirm it. I’m nervous but I engage in perfunctory conversation. She tells me when we begin, my professional standing, my other life, goes out the window; it means nothing to her. She is paying me for what I am, a whore to fulfill a lingering need. I like that.  

After drinks in the hotel bar, I take her to my suite. I stand in my heels, garter belt, hose, blouse, and short skirt. She asks me to undress and dictates the sequence, me slowly unbuttoning my blouse until it is wide open, gently guiding my arms out of the sleeves until I stand in nothing but my bra on top. She pauses, sips her drink, nodding approval.

Then she motions her fingers and I unbutton the waist band of my skirt, unzip the short zipper, then lower it slowly down my legs. She admires my body, compliments me, especially on my legs. In 4 ½ inch hooker heels they seem to go on forever.  Telling me to clasp my hands behind my head. She gazes at me, penetrating me with her eyes. Except for the quivering in my body, I continue to stand still.

She walks to me, her first touch at my neck, lifting my hair, tracing fingernails down my spine. She stands behind me and unclasps my lacy bra, sliding it off my body, then cupping my breasts, lifting them, rolling the nipples. Using her long, delicate fingers, slowly lowering my thong until it falls around my ankles. Finally touching, pulling, squeezing, fondling, kissing, tracing a finger through my pussy, applying pressure from her thumb against my clit until I am shaking.

Then returning to her chair, sipping her drink again, speaking to me differently this time, “Spread your legs wider, Dear. Use your fingers and spread that hot little cunt for me, keep it open while we talk”. She continues gazing at my cunt and asks about my relationship with Molly. That catches me off-guard. I cringe and wonder what else Marion told her. I spill the humiliating details. She’s amused.

She tells me how much she enjoys a woman like me. Submissive, sexy, feminine, who can take her giant girl cock, which she assures me I will. She stands and slowly undresses. Her dark toned body is exquisite. My cunt pulses. She brought her own toys and from a large gray leather purse, withdraws her strappy affixed with a life-like thick, long, cock. A set of leather cuffs, a small paddle and a wicked looking short whip looking device. She smiles and says we’ll get to these later.

She brings me and her bag to the bed, turns back the sheets. “Satisfy me” is all she says.  Instinctively, my past experiences guide me. I lick her pussy and bury my face. My mouth, my chin, my cheeks relish her softness and her perfume and her juices. My stiff tongue enters her to savor the thick honey that mats the wispy hairs of her pussy.

I finger her and massage her clit. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," is all she moans. The walls of her cunt contract around my fingers. My tongue is on her clit giving constant sensations, all and everything that's needed for her to climax and begin the involuntary seizures that send a flood of rich juices into my mouth which I drink greedily. She loudly screams her passion. She brings my face to her magnificent breasts, I suck on her nipples, creating suction, drawing them into my mouth. I keep a hand on her cunt. Her body goes into spasms.

My hand fucks her, my tongue now licking her gooey honey. I watch her orgasm again. Her orgasms are quick, yet more remains. She opens the bag, the toys come out, thick and long like the one on the strappy she showed me. She shoves a black dildo in my hand. She kisses me with a crushing open mouth, and demands that I fuck her hard. My cunt twitches at her words.

She throws her long legs over her head to rest on the pillows. A beautiful sight, her face and pussy are radiant. I take the toy and insert it into her heavenly perfect pussy. She tells me to be rough. I do what I think is right but she cries out for more. I move it harder, faster, deeper. She yells at me, "Harder! Shove a finger in my ass!" I spit on her asshole and do as I'm told. She gasps loudly, her anal canal is burning hot and smooth. She screams loudly, demanding me to fuck her ass.

I obey though truly worried that this might be painful, but her pleasured screams tell me differently. Then I remind myself I’m her whore. Do it. I fuck her forcefully in her ass and in her pussy. Hard. She begins to masturbate her clit. "Keep your finger in my ass, but pull out the toy when I tell you to," she instructs me with effort. "Now fuck me!" Whatever she commands, I do. I am her whore. Satisfy her.

I forcefully fuck her pussy and puckered little hole until the muscles in my arms ache. Her eyes open, but there is no focus. She loudly vocalizes in some foreign language, unintelligible to me, then screams, "Now, now, now!" I pull out the dildo and watch her squirt. She's screaming loudly, "Put it in, put it in and fuck me!" I do what I'm told, and the cycle repeats itself again and again. My breasts, torso, thighs and knees are wet with her squirt, the bed is drenched, She's content. She takes my hand from her toy and slowly removes it herself, sighing all the while. Eventually she opens her eyes, smiles and thanks me. Soft womanly kisses give way to passionate, vociferous kisses.  

She instructs me to bring her the ice bucket, she needs to pee but doesn’t want to leave the bed. I do, she pees in it.

She commands me to shift to my shoulders and knees so that my face is in the soaked sheets of her squirt and tells me to suck the wet spot. She’s off the bed now, picking up the leather cuffs, pulling my arms behind my back and fastening my wrists together. She slaps my ass then picks up the strappy. She has me kiss it, suck it before buckling it around her hips and waist. Now it looks more menacing than ever. She tells me the power over another woman is second only to her need for mind bending orgasms. She slaps my ass with the paddle, some blows hitting my cunt. I’m about to lose it but I hold back. She comes behind me and drags her fingers over my cunt and ass. She paddles my ass then slowly slides her girl cock it into my cunt, inch by inch until it filled me and I groaned. The pounding is rhythmic and hard and accompanied by demonstrative, sharp talk in that foreign language. Within seconds I’ve experienced my first orgasm as a prostitute. Before I can recover, she’s brought me off again. She gives a cocky laugh about a whore who comes so easily.

She withdraws her girl cock and picks up the short whip. She holds it at my face and has me kiss it. Now it’s a game of “tease”, she’s forcing me to tell her that my whore ass is hers to enjoy. I comply. There is silence until I feel the devilish little whip crack across my ass. Then several more times. I’m at her mercy and I know it. I’m moaning into the sheets soaked by her love juices, inhaling her scent as she whips my ass. One butt cheek, then the other, the backs of my thighs, the crack of my heated ass. I’m yelling. She’s in her glory.

Then I feel the coolness of lube on my puckered and whipped hole. Her fingers work the lube up me then withdraw. I’m on the verge of oblivion. The cock poised at my rose. I’m shaking. She enters me slowly, expertly. It begins. My canal yields to her cock working its way up me. Now its constant thrusting, fucking. The whip dances across my butt cheeks as her giant cock rapes my ass. I’m yelling into the sheets, crying. She puts her thumb on my clit and I come. She pounds me. Laughs. Talks in a foreign language, Portuguese I’m guessing but I distinguish the word “puta” repeatedly endlessly. My mind goes in circles, time is a mystery and meaningless. Its perpetual. My body responds to its animalistic urges and shudders to a purely anal orgasm. There are more strokes of the cock and the whip.

Then it’s over. Her lust is satiated. She withdraws. I’m a quivering, sweating, soaked, abused heap of insanity.

She sits and finishes her drink. Nothing is said. She rises, pushes me to my back and crawls on top of me. her fingers plunge into my cunt while she kisses me. Her kisses are passionate as are her fingers in my cunt until I orgasm again. Then she gives me this haughty laugh, pulling me behind her into the bathroom. She removes the cuffs, tells me to take off the hose and heels. She pushes me to my knees and pisses onto my breasts, tummy and cunt. She turns on the shower. We stand hugging, I lather her body. The shower is unhurried, lingering. I dry her body.

She dresses. Reaches into her bag and hands me an envelope, telling me she’s settled with my mistress but this is my tip. That I’m good, as good as she ever had. I open it. $300! As a tip? Wow.

I’m almost sorry to see her leave, though she tells me she’ll see me again in her own time, when her urges reach the boiling point.  

I gather my mind for a moment then call Marion around 7:45. I relate the details. She tells me to relax and enjoy the evening, that my next client isn’t until Saturday noon. She also tells me to write, that she doesn’t expect a continual diary, I don’t have to duplicate Eve, but it would be meaningful if I wrote about my first true client. Do it while its fresh in my mind.

And I did. xoxo

Aug 10, 2018: Dominique

Mw recently thought it would be a good idea for me to see Dominique. I'm sure you remember her as a friend of the basketball girls, briefly serving as MW's maid for about six weeks last summer and that I had to sign my car over to her. MW gave her some money and told her to go back to school and make something of herself. 

Dominique did and recently completed a two year nursing program, got a job in a healthcare clinic and also got an apartment with a black girl she met in nursing school , Rosetta. In essence, Mw's little motivational talk seemed to work.

On one of her days off she came over and took me to her apartment for an overnight. It was really strange riding with her in my former car. She joked and laughed and giggled about the fun we had in the past. We stop at an ATM and I withdrew $200 for her. 

Once we were inside of her apartment she immediately had me in her bedroom naked and eating her pussy. No foreplay; just get my tongue in her cunt. After she had come four times and I'd exploded from her fingers and hand in my cunt, we relaxed, ordered pizza and talked more. I caught her up on my slut activities including the beach house. 

Rosetta came home after her shift ended at 10:00. I was a disheveled mess. After brief introductions I was on my knees in front of her pulling her panties off and sucking her pussy. the three of us transitioned back to Dominique's bedroom  She got her collection of toys, mostly dildo's, from her dresser drawer. Then things got crazy. They wrestled me around on her bed like I was some rag doll, grabbing my cunt, twisting my tits, both of them hurling ghetto talk at me, pulling my hair and slapping my ass and me sucking their nipples and licking their toes. We went into a routine of me sprawled on the bed, one of them straddling my face while the other fucked my cunt and ass. We finished the evening with them pissing on me in the tub then showering together before all of us piling into Rosetta's bed around 1:30 in the morning. 

Dominique took me back to Mw's the following morning. Kisses, e