Sept 15, 2009: Fran and Friends

For some reason I had tons of nervous energy this morning; partially due to not having sex for a week, being on restrictions for 36 hours and the buildup Jody and Katrina gave me. Some of it also was reflecting on recent conversations with Jody about humiliation. I dressed as instructed, wearing a black skirt, a turquoise patterned blouse, black bra, black garter belt and taupe seamed hose. I didn’t wear panties. I slipped on black high heel pumps, grabbed my toy bag and enema kit and left.

I arrived a few minutes early. Fran was immaculately attired in a beige skirt and lime green blouse and multi colored high heels. She admitted me, examined my attire and complimented me on my elegance but reminded me that within hours I’d be a groveling slut. I trembled and thanked her. She directed me to a chair where she sat and I knelt in front of her. She stuck her foot at my face and had me lick and kiss her toes. She asked how much I missed her and I told her bunches. She asked my mood and I said I was ravenous for sex. She had me be specific and I said I really needed to be used hard, that I was craving it. She smiled.

She sent me to the kitchen to prepare things for lunch. She told me Katrina would be stopping by (which I knew) and a couple of friends. My eyes went wide open. She smiled, asked me if I didn’t know and I said no Ma’am, she said of course you didn’t.

She also reminded me that when I serve her and friends my name for the day would be Yvette, which she considered a perfect name for a servant and if she had the power she’d rename me. Katrina arrived while I was doing things in the kitchen. I wanted to hug her but she directed me to my knees with my face to the floor and slipped her platform heel off and stuck her foot under my face. I licked her toes. They commented how natural I looked and how frustrated I must be when I probably wanted to be sucking pussy and ass and all I was allowed was toes. I was directed to stand and raise my skirt showing them that I wasn’t wearing panties. I kept my skirt raised while they talked about my cunt which by now was shamelessly oozing.

They sat in the living room and I served them apple tarts and coffee laced with brandy. Fran suggested we all walk over to the garage apartment and see how she had it finished off. The three of us walked over, me with my toy bag, went up the outside stairs. She hit some numbers on a keyless entry pad and opened the door. The apartment was amazing. In the main room which she said was 24x17 she’d finished the floors off in tile and used area rugs and a folding screen to create a sleeping space with a queen sized iron bed, and a small sitting area with a love seat and overstuffed chair and ottoman, a couple of end tables and a small breakfast table with two chairs. In the remaining space, 7 x 24, she’d divided it into a full bath, a large closet and an efficiency kitchen - all of which opened into the main living sleeping area... She’d had drapes hug at the windows on each side of the main room. It was simply cozy and immaculately decorated.

Fran giggled and mentioned that the iron bed was the perfect bondage bed and she'd picked it up at the goodwill store and Melissa had been on the lookout for her.

Looking straight at me, Fran said this is your (my) whore house. I did a double take. She said she was serious. I looked at Katrina and she smiled. Fran said it was mine to use when I needed it whether for a day a week or a year. I broke down in tears and hugged both of them.

We had several weepy moments until I dried my eyes and I noticed Fran was wiping tears from her eyes as well. All she said was there are no commitments expected from me but it’s available and completely furnished included towels, linens and kitchen items. There’s even a DSL. She chose a keyless entry since I’d never have to worry about a key and there was space in the garage for my car. I was blown away

I thanked her again. She said now let’s christen it in a proper manner, went to the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne and three flutes. She popped the cork and filled the glasses and we toasted the event.

Fran told me to undress and I wasted no time in stripping down to the garter belt and hose which she wanted me to keep on. We drank another round of champagne, undressed and the three of us fell across the queen bed. I got on my hands and knees and started to eat Katrina but she said, no, do Fran first who was lying across the bed on her back and separated her legs. I started eating her. It was more than eating; I was feasting on her pussy and I slipped my hands under her hips and raised her to my mouth. She was in ecstasy … she moaned, closed her eyes and played with her breasts. I know she came twice before she flipped over and stuck her ass at my face. I went after her hole like some crazed animal and sucked, licked tongue fucked as deeply as I could. I reached under her and began sliding my hand through her cummy pussy and brought her off again. When she’d had enough and lay across the bed face down, I rested my face on her ass cheeks and kissed and soothed her.

She cradled me against her and had me suck her nipples. She got off the bed said to show Katrina some gratitude. Fran went to pee and Katrina and I started hugging. She sat in an upholstered chair with a towel under her saying we might as well christen as many pieces of furniture as possible. I knelt in front of her and went immediately for her pussy. Fran watched for a while, whispered something to Katrina, then dressed and went back to the main house. I was eating Katrina’s ass when she returned and when I looked up, Francine and another woman were with her. Francine’s plus sized body was clad in black dashiki trimmed in red, green and yellow. Francine had used me a couple of times before and has a tendency to me rough and enjoys name calling and paddling me. How well I remember. The other woman I’d never seen. Fran introduced me to Liza and introduced me as Yvette, the slut. Liza is about my height, slender, well formed, dark skinned and dressed in raspberry colored skirt, blouse and matching heels and had her hair dyed a golden color. She was quite a sight. Fran had my toy bag and enema kit plus the brandy. I finished eating Katrina’s ass and knelt back.

Katrina was grinning ear to ear, and Francine and Liza eyed my body. I had flashbacks of performing for Fran’s guests more than once in the past and deep down I know this is how she operates.

Fran instructed me to get my enema kit. For a moment I was stunned. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Katrina wrinkled her brow at me and nodded her head toward the bathroom. I got the silent message. Fran said before I fucked Francine and Liza I was going to christen the bathroom by taking an enema. Now in just my hose and garter belt I got the kit and went into the bathroom. They followed. Fran instructed me to squirt some liquid hand soap in the bag, add some brandy and fill the bag with warm water. She told me to remove the garter belt and heels, lower the hose, then lube my ass and lie in the floor. I looked around and thought oh my Gawd she can’t be serious … I’m going to get an enema in front of four people and one I just met?

Katrina pointed to the bathroom floor. I lubed my hole and inserted the nozzle while she held the bag. I felt the mixture entering me. I was on my knees with my hands wrapped around her ankles, taking it slowly yet still groaning. I couldn’t look at anything except her feet. I was sweating, feeling the brandy making me feel woozy. Finally she gave me permission to expel and I clenched my hole as tight as I could and darted over to the commode. Holding my head in my hands, I released amidst a chorus of snickers and comments. When I was finished I wiped myself with all of them watching. I raised my head in a daze and Katrina helped me to my feet. I flushed the mess and Fran told me discard the hose and wash my face and hands.

We all went back to living area. I felt humiliated as hell but somehow there was a sense of fulfillment. They had me lie across the small breakfast table on my back, lubed my hole and Fran, who had stripped nude again, put on the strappy and applied more lube to my hole. She started sliding in me commenting that there’s nothing like fucking a squeaky clean ass. And lord did she fuck me. Francine and Liza had halfway stripped by now and Francine came to the edge of the table and I slid so my head was halfway hanging off the table and began eating her pussy. She manipulated my tits and I reached up and tugged on hers as well. She eventually came and made way for Liza. I began eating her. She rocked against my face and moaned something like … this slut is a dream. As I kept eating her she started shouting and laughing. It was weird but I knew she was enjoying it.

Fran, though, stopped fucking my ass. She commented that my hole was well stretched then inserted some anal balls in me one by one. They felt as huge a golf balls though at the time I had no idea they were almost that big. She put 7 of them up me and began massaging my pussy and pulling the string, extracting the balls slowly. I thought I’d go into orbit. She’d slowly pull several of them out and reinsert them. It was constant. She told me to cumm and I exploded twice.

While I was exploding, Liza soaked my face with her cumm. Fran relinquished her control of my ass and the anal toys to Liza who began the same routine. I exploded again and by this time I was eating Katrina. Fran started fucking my cunt with the neck of an empty champagne bottle. After I’d cumm again I pissed in a champagne flute and drank it to the amazement of Liza. I was in lala land.

I ate Katrina again and shortly after that she excused herself to go back to Fran’s kitchen and get the food I’d prepared earlier that morning, laughing that I was seemingly in good hands. Francine pulled me across her ample lap and used her hand to warm my ass until it was glowing. We just kept on and at one point Liza was eating Fran. I slipped under Liza and licked her ass while she did.

Katrina came back with the food and we munched for a while. I ended up licking yogurt dip off Fran’s pussy. Every time I’d get her clean she’d drip gobs more and I did that until she came for what I think was the 5th time.

We called it quits at that point with the exception that Katrina had me lie in the tub and one by one all of them pissed on me. Somehow I felt cleansed; odd as hell but that’s about the best way I can describe it. Francine and Liza had to leave and I thanked them both for using me and offered myself to them.

Katrina and Fran went back to the main house. I cleaned up the things in the little whore house and showered. I didn’t bother with the hose and garter belt or bra, just threw on the skirt and blouse and heels and went back to the house. I tried to convey my appreciation of the apartment but Fran laughed and said what I’d done this afternoon was what she had in mind. She reiterated that it was there and if I needed it, use it, and if I ever needed a place to escape to or crash, regardless of how long it was, the place was mine. She did tell me there will be other people like Liza who may want to sample me and the apartment is an ideal place to use for those meetings.

I left around 4 and in what is probably the best mood I’ve experienced in weeks.