Feb 19, 2009: My Obligations to Katrina's Friend

I meet Belinda at an alternative lifestyle bar, a place of which I was totally unaware, around 3:00. The place was dimly lit and I waited for my eyes to adjust. I could tell there weren’t many people in there and I wasn’t even sure I’d recognize Belinda anyway. It had been a month since I’d seen her I didn’t really have a vivid recollection of her appearance. Trying to act confident I slowly walked through the bar until I saw a hand waving at me from a high top table near the back. We embraced. She slid her hand up under my skirt and I knew she was checking me for panties and smiled that I wasn’t wearing any. She motioned for me to sit. I was admittedly nervous. There were a couple of cigarette butts in an ashtray and I asked her if she minded if I smoked also. I lit one. I noticed she was drinking a martini and I asked to buy her a refill. I went to the bar and got myself one also, figuring I’d need it.

We did nervous chit chat for a few minutes. Then she lit a cigarette and said … tell me about you. I began, concentrated on Katrina and Jody’s role in my life and what things had been like for me the last few months. As I talked, she indicated for me to unbutton my blouse halfway down. When I did so, she told me to pull a tit out of my bra and expose it. I was sitting facing the back wall of the place; she sitting so she faced the front door and also the small bar in the center of the long narrow room. I did so. She reached across the table and manipulated my nipple. We talked some more and I, tucking my tit back, returned to the bartender and got refills.

When I returned with refills she moved to a booth. We both sat on the same side and she began kissing me, feeling me up. Her left hand circled my right breast, playing with the nipple, pinching it occasionally. She lowered her palm onto my stomach, holding it there then began to inch downward. When I realized where she was going I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my pelvis, and she started to finger me gently. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming right there. She smiled, kissed my face and told me to masturbate for her. I looked embarrassed but I pulled my skirt up around my waist and began slowly massaging myself. She kissed me again and pulled both my breasts out of the top of my bra. I didn’t stop her. I knew no one could see unless they were on their way to the restroom and then even in the dimness I wasn’t sure anyone would even notice. Her hand on my tit felt good and I began playing more diligently. She put her left hand over mine and moved in rhythm against my hand. It was fucking hot and I told her I’d come right now unless she told me not too. She bit my earlobe and told me to shame myself.

Those words threw me over the edge. I pressed my lips against hers and stifled my groans as I released. She reached between my legs and began to mop up my fluids that had pooled on my thighs and pussy. Holding up her dripping hand close to my face she told me to open wide.

I didn’t even argue. I just opened my mouth and obediently sucked each outstretched finger totally dry, gazing up at her wide-eyed for approval. I was quite strong, almost like over ripened fruit.

I was sucking her fingers when someone’s fingers brushed over my hair. I turned, letting her fingers slip from my mouth. There was another black woman. I couldn’t discern her age or features but I saw her smile and she giggled. Belinda said … say hello to Annette. I blushed and knew it was obvious that I’d just cumm. My scent was everywhere. I tried to stammer out a hello but before I could Annette moved her fingers from my hair to my right nipple. She slid in on the same side of the booth that we were on and I was sandwiched between both of them. She asked if I was the one she’d heard about who loved being dominated by black women. I exhaled sharply and said yes. She leaned into me and kissed me like she’d known me all my life then licked her lips and commented on my luscious whore scent and taste. Grinning at Belinda, she said that it would be more fun to fuck me at her place than a bar.

We slipped out of the booth and I tucked my tits in and threw my coat around me. We walked about 2 blocks to Annette’s apartment, an old brick two story house converted into several apartments. Annette had an upper floor loft. We entered and there was more kissing. My hands were all over their body and theirs on mine. Annette bit my lips and said for me to get naked. I shucked off my clothes and stood naked and in could feel them drinking me in. I helped them undress and was absolutely mesmerized bythe sight of their nude mature bodies, their smooth cunts and firm breasts. Annette was light skinned in contrast to Belinda’s pure ebony tone.

We went to her bedroom and they positioned me on my back on the bed. Annette quickly straddled me, her butt towards my face and settled her rose over my mouth. My attention was centered on her ass and I smothered it in deep, wet kisses, making love to it as if it was her mouth. Belinda separated my legs and teased me with a vibrator. I could tell they were kissing and I felt Belinda’s hand massaging Annette’s cunt. That turned me on I responded by licking and sucking Annette even harder. I sensed her quivere noticeably, and her breathing picked up until she screamed and orgasmed. When she subsided she slid back until her pussy was pressed over my mouth and I began eating her softly until she ground on my face and orgasmed again.

When she recovered, she slid off and Belinda mounted my face. She handed me the vibrator and told me to tease her rose with it while I ate her. As soon as I did she started riding my face, calling me a white whore cunt face. That threw me into a tizzy and I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible. I didn’t want to come up for air; I was intent on giving her pleasure. She told me to stick my finger in her ass. When I did, I heard her gasps. I glanced up and saw her tits rocking back and forth and I flicked her clit until she gushed over my face. For a second I thought I’d drown in it. When she ebbed she rubbed her cunt and then wiped her hand over my face and tits, painting me until her cunt smell was everywhere, including my hair. For good measure she had me take the finger from her ass and suck it. She smiled and said I’d probably debase myself in anyway. I nodded and told them I was there to do whatever they wished.

She laughed and said she knew that. She got on her knees and elbows on the bed and had Annette do the same. They were side by side and pouched their asses back at me and told me to be the shameful ass licking whore they’d heard about. I slid out and got to my elbows and knees behind them. I started with Belinda’s ass … then Annette’s. I went from one to the other, licking, sucking, fingering, making deeper love to their asses as if it were my only purpose in being there, and at that moment it was. They called me a cunt faced ass licker. I had a hand on each of their cunt’s and went furiously from one ass to the other in a frenzy, probing my tongue into the ring and fingering them until I brought them both off again.

We paused. Annette grabbed my hair and pulled me to the bathroom and hissed at me to get in the shower stall on my knees. When I did she told me to play with myself and I started fingering my cunt. She stood over me, rocked her hips forward and pissed on me, from my cunt scented hair down to my tits, I took my free hand and wiped it on myself. She stood to one side in the stall and Belinda entered and did the same, pissing on me. Annette grabbed my hair and tilted my face up and told me to open my mouth. Belinda pissed directly into my mouth. She laughed and said maybe some weekend I’d be there an entire day or two and I’d take every piss, every shit for both of them and whoever they wanted. She’d heard I’d done it at Chanel’s and Alanna’s. When she said that, I started cumming, pissing and at the same time screaming that I would do whatever she wished. I know I was in a different place for a moment.

When I’d come back to earth, they told me I could shower and clean up provided I’d promise to come back next week for more of the same. Otherwise they’d let me dress and go home smelling like piss and pussy. I agreed that I’d come back. I showered, we had talked for a bit then I dressed. Apparently one of them will be in contact with me soon.