I arrived at Whitney's and Karen’s around 10:00 with my toy bag. Whitney greeted me with a penetrating comment that … she bet I couldn’t wait to get back over here and suck her snatch. She and Karen began feeling me up, squeezing my ass cheeks and tits and palming my cunt. They wanted to know if I had their mom’s panties on and I said yes, and that I’d brought all the pairs I had back with me. They immediately wanted to see so I stripped nude except for Tonya’s panties. They laughed; I told them I’d worn their mom’s panties all week.
I told them about Mavis insistence that she wanted to fix them lunch but I’d made no firm commitments since I wanted to run things by them first. Whitney remembered Mavis from the weekend at Jas house back in August of last year and though she was kind of cool for an old woman. She particularly remembered how Mavis had made me dance naked for them and talked extensively about that weekend which brought back a flood of memories in my head; some good, some not so good.
They led me back to Tonya’s bedroom where I undressed both of them, kissed their gorgeous bodies and also stripped off Tonya’s panties. I got several toys out of my bag and the three of us crawled into their mom’s bed, got under the covers and began kissing and fondling. I rolled on top of Karen and began kissing her mouth deeply and working my fingers through her pussy. Whitney took one of my dildos and began fucking me from behind until I came. As soon as I’d frigged Karen off, I turned to Whitney and buried my face in her pussy and roamed all over her heavenly body like some lust starved slut. I flopped over on my back gasping for breath and Karen straddled my face and pressed her rose solidly against my lips. We stayed like that until they put me on my knees and elbows and Whitney turned her butt to me, slid her legs back on either side of my body and I separated her ass cheeks. I tongued her off while Karen used my vibe on my cunt and ass. Doing this in Tonya’s bed just drove me into fucking oblivion.
In the course of an hour or less they’d both cumm several times and I’d cumm twice. The room smelled like a fucking whore house and the bed covers were half off the bed. We lay there exhausted, at least I was.
Whitney asked again why Mavis wanted to see them and I explained again. She asked if we could fuck over there and I said yes, probably. She told me her friend Jessie was planning to come over this afternoon because she wanted to see me again. I well remember Jessie; she was one of the more mature and demanding ones I’d met back in the fall. She and Karen discussed it for a moment and didn’t see any reason why we shouldn’t go over as long as Jessie could come, too.
I called Mavis and told her we were coming around 1230 and Jessie may be coming with us. She was ecstatic.
After peeing, I took a few minutes to change the sheets on Tonya’s bed and straighten the room. I wanted to wash their scent off before we left for Mavis but Whitney said no. In fact just to make sure I smelled of their sex, she stuck her pussy in my face at told me to make her cumm again. When I finished with her she motioned me to Karen who was sitting on top of her mom’s bureau with her legs apart. I sucked her off as well.
For the ride over to Mavis place, Whitney went into her mom’s closet and gave me a red chiffon mini dress. She said that, plus a pair of her mom’s thigh highs and my heels was all I was allowed to wear over to Mavis. I wanted my jacket but that wasn’t needed since in Whitney's mind it was about 60 and sunny. Whitney grabbed my toy bag.
I drove with Whitney in front with me and Karen in the back. We went a few blocks over to Jessie’s and Whitney ran in and got her. Jessie cackled and kidded me to no end. On the drive over there Whitney had me flip up the skirt of the mini dress to show my cunt. A couple of times she’d reach over and pull my tits out the top of the scooped neck dress.
I pulled into Mavis garage and the four of us went inside. Mavis immediately recognized Whitney and Jessie and was all smiles at meeting Karen. They exchanged hugs and a few words then Mavis looked at me curiously and said I smelled like a whore. Whitney pointed out that I was wearing her mom’s clothes and they’d fucked me half the morning in her mom’s bed. Mavis was cool with all that but she didn’t allow sluts to wear clothes in her house and to strip. Sheepishly, I apologized and shed everything I had on and stood there naked. Embarrassment started building. The four of them snickered. Mavis had this smirk on her face. Jessie, who hadn’t seen me since the weekend at the farm in October, began pawing me and giving me this sultry verbal.
Mavis told them she’d prepared a nice lunch (the aroma of food was marvelous) but first we needed to get me downstairs where I belonged. I knew what was coming. Mavis showed them the baby cam monitor which was displaying an empty cage. When she said they could eat a nice meal and watch me at the same time, the girls laughed. We went down to the basement with my bag. Sometimes when I descend those stairs I feel like I’m walking down into hell and this was one of those times.
Mavis told them to get cuffs out of my bag and cuff my hands behind me. In the process of taking the cuffs out of my bag, they discovered the mouse traps. Whitney didn’t know what they were for; Mavis, bless her heart, showed her instantly. They put one on each of my tits, and they snapped them on hard, so hard I yelled. They roared with laughter. With Mavis again giving them a hands-on approach, they experimented with pulling the little lever up and letting the bar snap shut over my nipples until I was winching in pain.
I felt like some demo dummy stupidly standing there hand cuffed and traps dangling on my nipples.
Jessie wanted a turn with me before lunch. Mavis patted her on the head and told her to go right ahead; and if they didn’t mind, she’d watch. Jessie took off her jeans and panties and told me to get on my knees. I knelt and began licking her, the traps still dangling on my nipples. The other two girls and Mavis made tons of lewd comments but it got into my psyche and I ate Jessie until she came.
Mavis told them to stuff me in the cage but she suggested they take the traps off because I might be alone down here a while. They removed them, shoved me in the cage and locked it. Mavis wickedly suggested that if anyone had to piss, piss on me now and they’d go eat. Still half naked, Jessie wasted no time in thrusting her hips forward and soaking me. Whitney, and Karen following her big sisters lead, lowered their jeans, pulled their panties aside and pissed on me. I felt like an object, a total fuck toy. I knew I wasn’t going to be eating lunch with them
They went upstairs, left the basement light on but shut the door, leaving me cuffed and soaked in piss. I had to shake off the feelings of total insignificance and humiliation. I looked toward the eyeball cam mounted under the stairs. When I did I heard them laughing upstairs. I slumped against one side of the cage and listened to their muffled voices upstairs. I could tell they were in Mavis dining room and I pictured her face glowing with pride knowing she was completely in charge of this and relishing the three girls sitting at her table. I felt miserable, covered in chilled piss. I thought about all sorts of things, even reflected on the brief conversation with Jody about Tara about the potential situation there. Occasionally I’d shift my position and hear laughter punctuating the conversation and I knew the baby cam monitor was probably on the sideboard in the dining room.
I waited. I knew they’d finished their lunch and had moved to the living room. I wanted someone to come get me. More than that, the smell of food had made me hungry but I knew I wasn’t going to get any thing. I felt like some caged animal totally dependent on its owner. I needed to piss and added my own to the floor of the cage. I still heard conversation and wondered what was taking them so long. I pictured Mavis holding court in her living room, working her way into these girls’ minds and picking their brain about anything she wanted to know. The combination of thoughts made me want to masturbate.
After what seemed like hours they came down. Mavis plopped in her old green chair like some queen of the universe. The three of them stood around the cage asking me dumb questions, like how I felt, was I horny, things like that … all of them talking at once. Whitney unlocked the cage and pulled me out. Mavis had a bowl of the beef stew she’d fixed for lunch and gave it to Karen and told her to feed me. I thought, oh fuck! Embarrassed, I ate it anyway; I was definitely hungry but the symbolism of a 14 year old feeding a grown woman got to me.
The girls began to undress and rubbed their hands over my body teasing me, taunting me unmercifully. They’d pull my nipples; grasp my cunt, just little things to keep me on edge. Whitney said Mavis told them they’re going to share me; I asked what does that mean. She said they’d work that out later but Mavis told them tons of things about me, more than they found out from Jas and their weekend experiences with me. I wasn’t following all this but I saw Mavis eyes sparkle. Whitney grabbed the traps and said lets do these again. She snapped one on my right nipple and Jessie took charge of my left one. They found the other two and snapped them on my labia.
Jessie pulled the braided belt out of her jeans and began swatting my butt. I went frantic. Whitney giggled and told me to dance and called me a bitch. Each time she’d hit me I’d move and yell and that intensified the pain from the traps. Mavis chuckled that she reminded them how much of a pain freak I was. This went on until they said I’d received 25 swats which felt like twice that number. They snapped the traps a few times which had me on the verge of tears. Finally Mavis told them that’s enough.
They removed the cuffs and I sank to the floor rubbing my sore nipples and labia. Mavis gave me one of her stern looks and asked me if I wanted to masturbate for these nice girls. I couldn’t believe myself when I whispered out the word “yes”. My right hand went immediately to my cunt and I frigged off. They watched and bitched at me. I didn’t care; I kept frigging until I’d achieved that cumm I so desperately needed. Afterwards, I looked up at them in shame.
Mavis told me I should thank them properly and I knew what she meant. I crawled to Whitney and kissed her pussy, then started tonguing her until she had one of the widest orgasms I think she could imagine. Jessie was sitting on the edge of the low table and I crawled over to her and buried my face between her thighs. One of the other two rubbed my slit which drove me deeper into Jessie’s soaked pussy until she oozed. I turned to Karen who was sitting on Mavis lap. I crawled back to her and began licking what has to be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever experienced. Mavis had her arms wrapped around Karen and I had the perverse image of a mother holding her daughter. I dragged my tongue through her slit, from clit to rose, and brought her off.
Mavis was obviously in her glory. I looked at her as if to query whether she wanted me to do her but she said not today. She told me to clean things in the basement. The girls dressed and the four of them went upstairs.
I cleaned the cage, went upstairs with my bag where they were waiting, I noticed by the clock it was almost 4:00. I dressed again and the three of them hugged Mavis. She looked at me and said finally she’d found some body to train who understood how to behave. She made a comment that as she gets older she might need some help in doing certain things to me. She said how nice it would be to teach these girls how to really use me. I thought … oh goody; they don’t need lessons.
We left and dropped Jessie off at her house and got back to Whitney's by 4:30. I took the garment bag out of my car which contained the things I planned to wear to my meeting that evening.
I showered. They brought me a pair of Tonya’s worn panties and told me to wear them. I slipped them on and finished dressing for the evening, I returned to the kitchen where Whitney and Karen were munching Frito’s. Whitney gave me a cat call and said for an old bitch I looked hot. I blushed.
Then she asked me when I could come back. I said it depended on when she was available. She said it would probably have to be on a weekend, to which I replied okay but what about their mom? She asked me if I wanted to meet her mom, how would I handle that. I retorted how would she (Whitney) handle it? She said NO; how would I handle it since I was fucking her daughters, wearing her panties and cumming in her sheets. I turned beet red. Good lord, did she ever put me in my place with that remark! She said if I was told to come down in a couple of weekends from now would I do it? I said yes if it’s appropriate but what about her relationship with her mom, specifically did she do these things with her mom. She replied that her mom is in no position to tell her or her sister what to do.
She got off the kitchen counter where she was sitting, left the room and returned with five pairs of her mom’s worn panties. She said that’s my rations until we got together next time. I was as baffled as ever and I dropped the subject about her mom and simply promised her I’d wear the panties.
By then it was about 5:30, I had to go and Whitney suggested I do so since her mom would be home soon. I thanked them profusely, and then with one final query when Whitney and I were on the front porch alone, I asked her again about her mom. She gave me a funny look and said she thought her mom will enjoy meeting me sometime.
I gave up. I told her I’d call her soon and she laughed, be sure it’s not during class, that’s one more thing her mom was upset about. I laughed, too, and left for my meeting
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
From the past: May 6 2008: Wild ride, drive thru, the patio
Katrina had been using me less than a month when what I am about to relate happened. Initially she was putting me through some strong degradation primarily as she put it, to test me and see what I could take.
On this particular day, I was scheduled to meet her late morning in the parking lot of a fabric store which was our customary meeting place. The routine was I’d take public transportation to the fabric store and wait until she picked me up, ride with her wearing black out sunglasses (the equivalent of being blindfolded),and she’d take me to her town house, use me, and return me to the bus stop in front of the fabric store. I assumed this day would be no different.
When I arrived I did not see her car. A minivan drove up and Katrina stuck her head out the drivers’ window and said get in, I was a little puzzled since it wasn’t her car. I started to get in passenger side but there was a black girl there. Katrina said get in side door and sit all the way in the back seat, the third row. I climbed in and noticed there was an unoccupied baby seat in the bucket seat in the second row behind the driver. I crawled back to the 3rd row of seats. Katrina introduced me to Bianca, 23, her friend and submissive, and introduced me as “salope”, French for whore. I said hello but Bianca barely responded. She asked Bianca what she thought of me. Bianca wasn’t particularly impressed which chilled me.
Katrina told me to sit in the middle of the rear seat and unbutton my dress all the way down. I did, though somewhat timidly. Then she told me to open it and expose my body.
Katrina told me to look down at the floor where I’d find padlocks and chains attached to the outside framework of the two bucket seats in the second row. She instructed me to reach down and chain my ankles. I doubted my sanity but I did it. Once my ankles were chained and pad locked, my legs were parted at about a 45 degree angle.
Bianca crawled back and peered over the middle seat at my feet. She laughed and reported to Katrina that, yes, the bitch did it. she returned to her seat. Katrina told me to take the dress off and toss it to Bianca, I said “Ma’am?” her reply was; do it. I freaked but I slid the dress out from under me, pulled it off my shoulders and handed it to Bianca. (I was not wearing panties.) Although the windows were tinted I didn’t know how much anybody could see form the outside. I was shaking when Katrina said get the fucking bra off too and give that to Bianca as well.
I didn’t want to; this was becoming too spooky. I was robotically following her orders, chaining my self to the car and stripping myself nude in public. My heart was racing a mile a minute. Yet stupidly, I took the bra off and handed it to Bianca, then shook at being totally naked.
Bianca said that’s a lot better, now she looks like a slut. Katrina told me I’d find a paper bag on the seat and to open it. I did. There was a butt plug, lube and the dark glasses. Katrina told me to get busy and plug myself. To do so I had to raise my naked body uncomfortably high in the seat but I managed to lube and insert the plug and sit down, feeling the thing filling me. She told me to put my arms across the top of the back seat and keep them there. Though I was freaking and wondering how much more of this insanity was lodged in her mind, I did. I thought about the message she sent me last night about another woman who contacted her who wanted public exposure and humiliation. Believe me I was living this other woman’s words. My heart was pounding.
Katrina got out, opened the rear hatch and cuffed my wrists to each headrest on either side of me. I thought oh god now what have I gotten myself into. She closed the hatch, got back in the drivers seat and said now we’re ready for a little ride. She drove across the parking lot and turned onto a major 4 lane road. As she sped along the road I could barely contain the thoughts that I was cuffed and chained to the van and naked and exposed as hell.
We drove quite some distance. Katrina said to Bianca that this looks like a good spot, go on and do it. Bianca lowered her window and threw my dress and bra out. I saw it go whipping by me and land beside the road. I screamed “no!” and thought this can’t be happening. They laughed hysterically and asked what in the world would I do for clothes. I screamed that I didn’t know. She said I better behave and follow my instructions today. My throat was dry but I choked out a yes.
We turned down a residential street and she stopped the van. Bianca crawled back and twisted my nipples and told Katrina my cunt was wet. She put the dark glasses on me and I couldn’t see a thing. We drove off. Katrina asked if it was getting a little hot back there salope. I heard car windows go down and felt a rush of air hitting me. She drove and drove and I instinctively knew anyone could see in. Finally the windows went back up and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
Katrina said she was hungry and she wanted a big mac and a coke. I was about to scream but I don’t say a thing. She asked how this made me feel. I told her I was scared; she replied that I should be because I was now at their mercy and she had full intentions of testing me today.
The van slowed, turned and I heard a window go down. We stopped. I heard a crackly voice say, may I have your order please. I thought OMG, we’re at a drive thru. I’m squirming on the plug, unable to see because oif the black out glasses, straining at the cuffs and chains and hyperventilating. They order big mac combos and cokes. We puled forward to what I presumed was the food pickup window and I heard Katrina say … well hello, honey, what’s your name. I hear this black voice say something but I don’t catch the name. All I could clearly hear was my heart beating. Katrina and this gal at the pay window start a conversation. She asks her what time she gets off work today. I don’t hear the answer but Katrina says aw that’s over an hour can you get off early if you want to have some fun. I don’t hear the answer. Then I hear a window lowered and Katrina say, look back there, way in the back of the bus, see what we got? And then I hear clearly this other person laughing. Katrina asks this unknown gal if she’d like to have some fun with a white woman, why doesn’t she try to get off early and join us for some fun. Katrina shouts back at me, hey salope, tell my new best friend where your clothes are.
At this point I’m frantic about having no clothes. It’s broad daylight, I can’t see a damn thing, I know I’m spread wide open although I’m guessing she can’t see more than my tits and the fright on my face. To top it off there’s a car horn honking behind us. Katrina says we’ll pull over here in the parking lot and she’d come inside. We move forward and the door opens she tells Bianca what do you think, Bianca says I’m all for it.
Katrina got out. Bianca and I sat there. I’m trying to think of something to say to Bianca. Before I can think of anything, she says to me, so you’re Angela’s replacement. I responded that I don’t know who Angela is. She says that the one Katrina sent packing back to Ithaca. I said Katrina told me she had a 23 y/o sub, is that you? She says yes. I asked is this your van, the baby seat and all, do you have a baby, she says its moms van but she has a 4 month old girl. I say nothing. Suddenly I hear her get out of the car. I called her name; there’s no answer. I’m left alone, wondering are the doors locked? I’m beginning to sweat. It was high 70’s. I’m wondering where she went and I am afraid. I can’t see, don’t know where they are, how long before they come back, I’m totally wracked with fear. I tried to adjust my position but I could only move so much. I start taking deep yoga breaths to calm down because right now I’d never felt so totally helpless in my entire life, so unsure of what might happen next. The more I sit there the more I realize I need to pee soon.
Some time later, I hear the doors open. I’m trying to hear everything I can. I sense them in the van and realize somebody got in the bucket seat in the second row. Then I hear Katrina say, salope, this is my new best friend, Bethany. Bethany, turn around and slap salope for us, will you. She gives my face a light slaps. Katrina said, no honey, think about all the uppity white bitches you ever saw in your life and slap her harder. And she does; she whacks the crap out of my face. Katrina said I told you this would be fun. We drive off, the windows go down again and the air rushed over me which I’m grateful for since it cooled me off. We drove, stopped several times, presumably at stoplights. I don’t know. While we’re stopped I hear somebody shouting. I know damn well why, I can hear the comments. The van takes off and Katrina makes a sudden turn. I heard all kinds of laughter between the 3 of them. This goes on and on. We make several turns and Katrina says lets get to her place.
I’m taking deep breaths. Katrina says hit her again, make sure she awake I don’t want her falling asleep on us. Bethany slaps me. I hear Bianca say she better not be dripping her nasty white cunt juice on my leather seats. Bethany says she is, and I damn well know I am. I can feel it; I’m sticking to the seat.
Katrina tells Bethany to get down across the floor that she has one thing and that is nobody she does know well cant know where she lives. Apparently Bethany does because I can hear her moving. We make several turns and I hear the garage door opening, we drive in. door shuts.
Everybody gets out leaves me in the car. My need to pee is getting desperate. Soon they come back and I feel people leaning over me releasing my restraints. When the dark glasses come off, I see that it’s Bianca and Bethany. For the first time I see Bethany. She’s young, extremely young, like she should have been in high school today, light skinned black, long hair, a little chubby. I thanked them and asked to pee. Bianca ignored me and told me to lick my white trash goo off the seat. I wiggle around and position myself between the 2nd row bucket seats and start licking where I was sitting. With the plug is still in my ass, I’m sure I was quite a sight, especially to this Bethany. We went into the house. I dropped to my knees in front of Katrina. She pointed to her feet; I kissed her sandals and exposed toes. I politely asked to pee.
She told me to shut up and get her a brandy and a wine for Bianca. Bethany, obviously underage, asked for a brandy and coke. I fixed drinks and put them on a tray. Katrina decided it’s too nice a day to be cooped up inside so she headed for the patio. I shuddered and stated the obvious … that I have no clothes and am embarrassed. She gave me the first warm look she’d given me all day and said she would determine what embarrassment consists of.
When we got out there I saw what she talking about. Her patio is enclosed with a high brick wall, a single gate at the back, a small patch of dirt with flowers and a small tree, a few bushes here and there. The way the townhouses are arranged, no one really has a direct view. I guessed the patio is about 20 by 20. She motioned me to the patch of dirt and flowers and told me that’s where I pee and to face Bethany while I do. I created a huge wet spot in the flower bed. Except for the last dribbles which Katrina. So facing Bethany, I created this huge wet spot in the flower bed. Katrina told Bethany to slap my filthy face again.
Bianca was rolling in laughter and said, gad it took months to get Angela to this point.
Katrina says that’s why salope is going to be a toilet today, that she wasn’t wasting time with any white woman again who won’t admit that.
Katrina told me to remove the butt plug. When I did she asked me, wine or bandy with your plug because I was going to lick it. I said wine but she poured brandy instead and told me to drink, lick the plug and she’d give me another shot of brandy to kill the taste. I held the plug and she shoved it into my mouth. I held my breath to keep from smelling it, gagged some but squished saliva over it. She called me a shit licking white girl. I nodded and sucked until she took it and gave me the second glass of brandy, commenting to Bethany that this had to be more fun that flipping burgers.
She told Bianca to remove her clothes and I watched in awe as she automatically removed every stitch she had on, revealing her body; young, but still floppy and some weight from childbirth. She had huge tits. Katrina told me to suck Bianca’s tits and taste her milk. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked until I tasted a strange sweetness in my mouth. Katrina hissed at me to move down to her pussy which I did and pressed my mouth over her. I savored her until Katrina told me to go lower and focus on her hole. Bianca lifted her legs slightly and wrapped her arms behind her knees. She moaned and I continued to lick. Off to my left I caught a glimpse of Bethany who seemed frozen. I tongue fucked her for all I’m worth. While I did Katrina rubbed Bianca’s clit until she whispered her request for a cumm which Katrina granted. Bianca melted and Katrina kissed her.
I knelt back, unsure of what to do next. Katrina looked at Bethany and suggested she get her clothes off. Bethany hesitated. Katrina softly but firmly encouraged her out of her clothes. Bethany asked if she could just take her pants off. Katrina agreed and told me to remove her jeans. I moved over and undid her belt, unzipped the jeans and pulled them off her. I could see her light blue cotton panties matted in her crotch. Katrina had me kiss her through the panties then slowly work them off until this hair wild bush was staring me in the face. Bethany squirmed and said no woman ever touched her down there. She quivered but Katrina told her she wanted her white whore to suck her. With that, she pushed my face closer until I began licking her hairy labia and work my way into her pussy. She was thoroughly soaked. I felt her relax and respond to my tongue so I wrapped my arms around her hips, pushed my face into her slit and flicked her clitty. Katrina held her hand and encouraged her to enjoy this. She hissed to me to keep going and I did until Bethany gushed. Katrina told me to clean and then rim her hole then she moved behind me. I heard the belt come out of her shorts and felt hit my ass. I stuck my tongue tighter to her ass and Katrina hit me a few more times, hissing at me telling me to suck. I kept sucking and running a hand up to Bethany’s clit. I could tell she was straining. I rubbed her and kept going until she released again.
Bethany whimpered that she was all confused and never had a woman do that. She wanted to go inside and pee but Katrina told her to hold it and don’t dare piss until she tells her to.
Katrina disappeared in the house and came back with some things wrapped in a towel and hidden from my view. She’d changed into a bikini. She very coldly told me to lie down on my back and pull my knees up to my tits and extend my arms above my head on the patio. Once I did, she tossed some rope to Bianca and told her to tie my wrists together and run a rope from my wrists to the bottom of the small tree on her patio. She did. Katrina reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them back over my face until my ass was almost straight up in the air and my knees above my face. She spread my legs wide above me and told Bianca to rope each ankle individually to the tops of the brick wall where there was some decorative ironwork.
I watched as she unfolded the towel and produced her enema bag. She added melted water from the ice bucket, some milk and brandy then came over and told me only a complete fool wouldn’t know what happened next. I nodded. She told me when she gave me this enema she wasn’t going to be very nice about where it goes and some of it may go on me. I shook in fright and humiliation but I nodded. She held the brandy bottle over my face and said open my mouth. I did, she poured some into my mouth, said drink, than I would definitely need it.
It was clear to me what she intended. When I expelled I was very likely to shower myself with my release. My ass was above my body and legs separated and ass hole straight up. She lubed the nozzle and inserted it in my ass and said I was one pathetic bitch. I whispered yes Maam.
She opened the clamp and let some fluid in. I gritted my teeth and felt an initial cramp. She asked if it hurt; I nodded. She said good and released some more and I winced. My tummy started to distend and gurgle. She let me adjust, added some more, gave me a moments rest. Then she let the whole thing rush into me. My face contorted and I groaned.
She told Bethany now would be a good time to piss on me and she better do it fast before I lost control. Bethany stood beside me but Katrina told her to stand over my upturned ass cheeks, squat down and imagine the back of her thighs are the rim of the commode so the piss would hit my cunt and run down my thighs and tummy. Bethany didn’t understand and Katrina came over and guided her into the position she wanted. Katrina told me if I released before she finished pissing, she’d clobber me. I nodded, winced. Bethany pissed. Her piss on my pussy almost made me cumm. Katrina pulled her away. She told Bianca to stand over my face between the ropes on my ankles and piss immediately. Her piss hit my face and feet and hair.
Katrina stepped back and had Bianca and Bethany beside her and told then to watch my agony. I lay there, strung up, helpless, gurgling, cringing. I felt things cramping. Every so often I’d look up at them glaring down at me. My guts were cringing. I tried to hold it knowing the inevitable. And Katrina chided me that at any moment I’d be a human shit fountain. I groaned and nodded. She called me names; I was sweating, hurting and cringing. Nothing was said for a moment. I was in agony. Looking at the three of them standing a safe distance away was within itself humiliating. I wanted to release so bad. And I released...and screamed a low moan…. I closed my eyes and have no idea where the shit went but I felt it splattering me. I cried.
It was over quickly. I felt warm gooey shit dripping off my thighs, tummy, tits and my face and hair. When I opened my eyes, it was all over the patio around me. I was crying but looked at her and saw a look on her face I’d never seen before. Bianca was ecstatic, Bethany frozen like a statue. Katrina got a garden hose aimed it at my pussy and squirted me until I orgasmed. She hosed me off, also the patio. Bianca untied me. I rolled over on my face and laid there for a long time. I wanted time to stand still. Nobody said a word. Finally Katrina came over and said are you okay, I nodded yes. She helped me to my feet and squirted me with the hose again to get the rest of it off me. Bianca brought me a towel to wipe the drips off, then took me to the guest bath and let me shower. I sat in the shower and cried again. I know I had crossed a barrier. I soaped myself again and again until I felt clean.
When I came out back to the downstairs Katrina had a yellow sundress for me. Said I though you might need this, it’s an old one of mine when I was heavier than I am now. I thanked her profusely. We hugged. She told me to stop crying and don’t say anything just let her take me back to the bus stop.
She and I got in her car which was parked on the street. There were no dark glasses. Bianca took Bethany to get her car. Katrina and I drove to the bus stop. She said she now has no qualms about me, that I’ll be with her again and again and need to be prepared to take more. I could drive my own car now and forget about public transportation. She asked about scenes at my house during the day and I told her it’s fine. I’ll make everything I have available to her.
On this particular day, I was scheduled to meet her late morning in the parking lot of a fabric store which was our customary meeting place. The routine was I’d take public transportation to the fabric store and wait until she picked me up, ride with her wearing black out sunglasses (the equivalent of being blindfolded),and she’d take me to her town house, use me, and return me to the bus stop in front of the fabric store. I assumed this day would be no different.
When I arrived I did not see her car. A minivan drove up and Katrina stuck her head out the drivers’ window and said get in, I was a little puzzled since it wasn’t her car. I started to get in passenger side but there was a black girl there. Katrina said get in side door and sit all the way in the back seat, the third row. I climbed in and noticed there was an unoccupied baby seat in the bucket seat in the second row behind the driver. I crawled back to the 3rd row of seats. Katrina introduced me to Bianca, 23, her friend and submissive, and introduced me as “salope”, French for whore. I said hello but Bianca barely responded. She asked Bianca what she thought of me. Bianca wasn’t particularly impressed which chilled me.
Katrina told me to sit in the middle of the rear seat and unbutton my dress all the way down. I did, though somewhat timidly. Then she told me to open it and expose my body.
Katrina told me to look down at the floor where I’d find padlocks and chains attached to the outside framework of the two bucket seats in the second row. She instructed me to reach down and chain my ankles. I doubted my sanity but I did it. Once my ankles were chained and pad locked, my legs were parted at about a 45 degree angle.
Bianca crawled back and peered over the middle seat at my feet. She laughed and reported to Katrina that, yes, the bitch did it. she returned to her seat. Katrina told me to take the dress off and toss it to Bianca, I said “Ma’am?” her reply was; do it. I freaked but I slid the dress out from under me, pulled it off my shoulders and handed it to Bianca. (I was not wearing panties.) Although the windows were tinted I didn’t know how much anybody could see form the outside. I was shaking when Katrina said get the fucking bra off too and give that to Bianca as well.
I didn’t want to; this was becoming too spooky. I was robotically following her orders, chaining my self to the car and stripping myself nude in public. My heart was racing a mile a minute. Yet stupidly, I took the bra off and handed it to Bianca, then shook at being totally naked.
Bianca said that’s a lot better, now she looks like a slut. Katrina told me I’d find a paper bag on the seat and to open it. I did. There was a butt plug, lube and the dark glasses. Katrina told me to get busy and plug myself. To do so I had to raise my naked body uncomfortably high in the seat but I managed to lube and insert the plug and sit down, feeling the thing filling me. She told me to put my arms across the top of the back seat and keep them there. Though I was freaking and wondering how much more of this insanity was lodged in her mind, I did. I thought about the message she sent me last night about another woman who contacted her who wanted public exposure and humiliation. Believe me I was living this other woman’s words. My heart was pounding.
Katrina got out, opened the rear hatch and cuffed my wrists to each headrest on either side of me. I thought oh god now what have I gotten myself into. She closed the hatch, got back in the drivers seat and said now we’re ready for a little ride. She drove across the parking lot and turned onto a major 4 lane road. As she sped along the road I could barely contain the thoughts that I was cuffed and chained to the van and naked and exposed as hell.
We drove quite some distance. Katrina said to Bianca that this looks like a good spot, go on and do it. Bianca lowered her window and threw my dress and bra out. I saw it go whipping by me and land beside the road. I screamed “no!” and thought this can’t be happening. They laughed hysterically and asked what in the world would I do for clothes. I screamed that I didn’t know. She said I better behave and follow my instructions today. My throat was dry but I choked out a yes.
We turned down a residential street and she stopped the van. Bianca crawled back and twisted my nipples and told Katrina my cunt was wet. She put the dark glasses on me and I couldn’t see a thing. We drove off. Katrina asked if it was getting a little hot back there salope. I heard car windows go down and felt a rush of air hitting me. She drove and drove and I instinctively knew anyone could see in. Finally the windows went back up and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
Katrina said she was hungry and she wanted a big mac and a coke. I was about to scream but I don’t say a thing. She asked how this made me feel. I told her I was scared; she replied that I should be because I was now at their mercy and she had full intentions of testing me today.
The van slowed, turned and I heard a window go down. We stopped. I heard a crackly voice say, may I have your order please. I thought OMG, we’re at a drive thru. I’m squirming on the plug, unable to see because oif the black out glasses, straining at the cuffs and chains and hyperventilating. They order big mac combos and cokes. We puled forward to what I presumed was the food pickup window and I heard Katrina say … well hello, honey, what’s your name. I hear this black voice say something but I don’t catch the name. All I could clearly hear was my heart beating. Katrina and this gal at the pay window start a conversation. She asks her what time she gets off work today. I don’t hear the answer but Katrina says aw that’s over an hour can you get off early if you want to have some fun. I don’t hear the answer. Then I hear a window lowered and Katrina say, look back there, way in the back of the bus, see what we got? And then I hear clearly this other person laughing. Katrina asks this unknown gal if she’d like to have some fun with a white woman, why doesn’t she try to get off early and join us for some fun. Katrina shouts back at me, hey salope, tell my new best friend where your clothes are.
At this point I’m frantic about having no clothes. It’s broad daylight, I can’t see a damn thing, I know I’m spread wide open although I’m guessing she can’t see more than my tits and the fright on my face. To top it off there’s a car horn honking behind us. Katrina says we’ll pull over here in the parking lot and she’d come inside. We move forward and the door opens she tells Bianca what do you think, Bianca says I’m all for it.
Katrina got out. Bianca and I sat there. I’m trying to think of something to say to Bianca. Before I can think of anything, she says to me, so you’re Angela’s replacement. I responded that I don’t know who Angela is. She says that the one Katrina sent packing back to Ithaca. I said Katrina told me she had a 23 y/o sub, is that you? She says yes. I asked is this your van, the baby seat and all, do you have a baby, she says its moms van but she has a 4 month old girl. I say nothing. Suddenly I hear her get out of the car. I called her name; there’s no answer. I’m left alone, wondering are the doors locked? I’m beginning to sweat. It was high 70’s. I’m wondering where she went and I am afraid. I can’t see, don’t know where they are, how long before they come back, I’m totally wracked with fear. I tried to adjust my position but I could only move so much. I start taking deep yoga breaths to calm down because right now I’d never felt so totally helpless in my entire life, so unsure of what might happen next. The more I sit there the more I realize I need to pee soon.
Some time later, I hear the doors open. I’m trying to hear everything I can. I sense them in the van and realize somebody got in the bucket seat in the second row. Then I hear Katrina say, salope, this is my new best friend, Bethany. Bethany, turn around and slap salope for us, will you. She gives my face a light slaps. Katrina said, no honey, think about all the uppity white bitches you ever saw in your life and slap her harder. And she does; she whacks the crap out of my face. Katrina said I told you this would be fun. We drive off, the windows go down again and the air rushed over me which I’m grateful for since it cooled me off. We drove, stopped several times, presumably at stoplights. I don’t know. While we’re stopped I hear somebody shouting. I know damn well why, I can hear the comments. The van takes off and Katrina makes a sudden turn. I heard all kinds of laughter between the 3 of them. This goes on and on. We make several turns and Katrina says lets get to her place.
I’m taking deep breaths. Katrina says hit her again, make sure she awake I don’t want her falling asleep on us. Bethany slaps me. I hear Bianca say she better not be dripping her nasty white cunt juice on my leather seats. Bethany says she is, and I damn well know I am. I can feel it; I’m sticking to the seat.
Katrina tells Bethany to get down across the floor that she has one thing and that is nobody she does know well cant know where she lives. Apparently Bethany does because I can hear her moving. We make several turns and I hear the garage door opening, we drive in. door shuts.
Everybody gets out leaves me in the car. My need to pee is getting desperate. Soon they come back and I feel people leaning over me releasing my restraints. When the dark glasses come off, I see that it’s Bianca and Bethany. For the first time I see Bethany. She’s young, extremely young, like she should have been in high school today, light skinned black, long hair, a little chubby. I thanked them and asked to pee. Bianca ignored me and told me to lick my white trash goo off the seat. I wiggle around and position myself between the 2nd row bucket seats and start licking where I was sitting. With the plug is still in my ass, I’m sure I was quite a sight, especially to this Bethany. We went into the house. I dropped to my knees in front of Katrina. She pointed to her feet; I kissed her sandals and exposed toes. I politely asked to pee.
She told me to shut up and get her a brandy and a wine for Bianca. Bethany, obviously underage, asked for a brandy and coke. I fixed drinks and put them on a tray. Katrina decided it’s too nice a day to be cooped up inside so she headed for the patio. I shuddered and stated the obvious … that I have no clothes and am embarrassed. She gave me the first warm look she’d given me all day and said she would determine what embarrassment consists of.
When we got out there I saw what she talking about. Her patio is enclosed with a high brick wall, a single gate at the back, a small patch of dirt with flowers and a small tree, a few bushes here and there. The way the townhouses are arranged, no one really has a direct view. I guessed the patio is about 20 by 20. She motioned me to the patch of dirt and flowers and told me that’s where I pee and to face Bethany while I do. I created a huge wet spot in the flower bed. Except for the last dribbles which Katrina. So facing Bethany, I created this huge wet spot in the flower bed. Katrina told Bethany to slap my filthy face again.
Bianca was rolling in laughter and said, gad it took months to get Angela to this point.
Katrina says that’s why salope is going to be a toilet today, that she wasn’t wasting time with any white woman again who won’t admit that.
Katrina told me to remove the butt plug. When I did she asked me, wine or bandy with your plug because I was going to lick it. I said wine but she poured brandy instead and told me to drink, lick the plug and she’d give me another shot of brandy to kill the taste. I held the plug and she shoved it into my mouth. I held my breath to keep from smelling it, gagged some but squished saliva over it. She called me a shit licking white girl. I nodded and sucked until she took it and gave me the second glass of brandy, commenting to Bethany that this had to be more fun that flipping burgers.
She told Bianca to remove her clothes and I watched in awe as she automatically removed every stitch she had on, revealing her body; young, but still floppy and some weight from childbirth. She had huge tits. Katrina told me to suck Bianca’s tits and taste her milk. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked until I tasted a strange sweetness in my mouth. Katrina hissed at me to move down to her pussy which I did and pressed my mouth over her. I savored her until Katrina told me to go lower and focus on her hole. Bianca lifted her legs slightly and wrapped her arms behind her knees. She moaned and I continued to lick. Off to my left I caught a glimpse of Bethany who seemed frozen. I tongue fucked her for all I’m worth. While I did Katrina rubbed Bianca’s clit until she whispered her request for a cumm which Katrina granted. Bianca melted and Katrina kissed her.
I knelt back, unsure of what to do next. Katrina looked at Bethany and suggested she get her clothes off. Bethany hesitated. Katrina softly but firmly encouraged her out of her clothes. Bethany asked if she could just take her pants off. Katrina agreed and told me to remove her jeans. I moved over and undid her belt, unzipped the jeans and pulled them off her. I could see her light blue cotton panties matted in her crotch. Katrina had me kiss her through the panties then slowly work them off until this hair wild bush was staring me in the face. Bethany squirmed and said no woman ever touched her down there. She quivered but Katrina told her she wanted her white whore to suck her. With that, she pushed my face closer until I began licking her hairy labia and work my way into her pussy. She was thoroughly soaked. I felt her relax and respond to my tongue so I wrapped my arms around her hips, pushed my face into her slit and flicked her clitty. Katrina held her hand and encouraged her to enjoy this. She hissed to me to keep going and I did until Bethany gushed. Katrina told me to clean and then rim her hole then she moved behind me. I heard the belt come out of her shorts and felt hit my ass. I stuck my tongue tighter to her ass and Katrina hit me a few more times, hissing at me telling me to suck. I kept sucking and running a hand up to Bethany’s clit. I could tell she was straining. I rubbed her and kept going until she released again.
Bethany whimpered that she was all confused and never had a woman do that. She wanted to go inside and pee but Katrina told her to hold it and don’t dare piss until she tells her to.
Katrina disappeared in the house and came back with some things wrapped in a towel and hidden from my view. She’d changed into a bikini. She very coldly told me to lie down on my back and pull my knees up to my tits and extend my arms above my head on the patio. Once I did, she tossed some rope to Bianca and told her to tie my wrists together and run a rope from my wrists to the bottom of the small tree on her patio. She did. Katrina reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them back over my face until my ass was almost straight up in the air and my knees above my face. She spread my legs wide above me and told Bianca to rope each ankle individually to the tops of the brick wall where there was some decorative ironwork.
I watched as she unfolded the towel and produced her enema bag. She added melted water from the ice bucket, some milk and brandy then came over and told me only a complete fool wouldn’t know what happened next. I nodded. She told me when she gave me this enema she wasn’t going to be very nice about where it goes and some of it may go on me. I shook in fright and humiliation but I nodded. She held the brandy bottle over my face and said open my mouth. I did, she poured some into my mouth, said drink, than I would definitely need it.
It was clear to me what she intended. When I expelled I was very likely to shower myself with my release. My ass was above my body and legs separated and ass hole straight up. She lubed the nozzle and inserted it in my ass and said I was one pathetic bitch. I whispered yes Maam.
She opened the clamp and let some fluid in. I gritted my teeth and felt an initial cramp. She asked if it hurt; I nodded. She said good and released some more and I winced. My tummy started to distend and gurgle. She let me adjust, added some more, gave me a moments rest. Then she let the whole thing rush into me. My face contorted and I groaned.
She told Bethany now would be a good time to piss on me and she better do it fast before I lost control. Bethany stood beside me but Katrina told her to stand over my upturned ass cheeks, squat down and imagine the back of her thighs are the rim of the commode so the piss would hit my cunt and run down my thighs and tummy. Bethany didn’t understand and Katrina came over and guided her into the position she wanted. Katrina told me if I released before she finished pissing, she’d clobber me. I nodded, winced. Bethany pissed. Her piss on my pussy almost made me cumm. Katrina pulled her away. She told Bianca to stand over my face between the ropes on my ankles and piss immediately. Her piss hit my face and feet and hair.
Katrina stepped back and had Bianca and Bethany beside her and told then to watch my agony. I lay there, strung up, helpless, gurgling, cringing. I felt things cramping. Every so often I’d look up at them glaring down at me. My guts were cringing. I tried to hold it knowing the inevitable. And Katrina chided me that at any moment I’d be a human shit fountain. I groaned and nodded. She called me names; I was sweating, hurting and cringing. Nothing was said for a moment. I was in agony. Looking at the three of them standing a safe distance away was within itself humiliating. I wanted to release so bad. And I released...and screamed a low moan…. I closed my eyes and have no idea where the shit went but I felt it splattering me. I cried.
It was over quickly. I felt warm gooey shit dripping off my thighs, tummy, tits and my face and hair. When I opened my eyes, it was all over the patio around me. I was crying but looked at her and saw a look on her face I’d never seen before. Bianca was ecstatic, Bethany frozen like a statue. Katrina got a garden hose aimed it at my pussy and squirted me until I orgasmed. She hosed me off, also the patio. Bianca untied me. I rolled over on my face and laid there for a long time. I wanted time to stand still. Nobody said a word. Finally Katrina came over and said are you okay, I nodded yes. She helped me to my feet and squirted me with the hose again to get the rest of it off me. Bianca brought me a towel to wipe the drips off, then took me to the guest bath and let me shower. I sat in the shower and cried again. I know I had crossed a barrier. I soaped myself again and again until I felt clean.
When I came out back to the downstairs Katrina had a yellow sundress for me. Said I though you might need this, it’s an old one of mine when I was heavier than I am now. I thanked her profusely. We hugged. She told me to stop crying and don’t say anything just let her take me back to the bus stop.
She and I got in her car which was parked on the street. There were no dark glasses. Bianca took Bethany to get her car. Katrina and I drove to the bus stop. She said she now has no qualms about me, that I’ll be with her again and again and need to be prepared to take more. I could drive my own car now and forget about public transportation. She asked about scenes at my house during the day and I told her it’s fine. I’ll make everything I have available to her.
Jan 20 2010; Alexandria and Maria
Today was quite warm, upper 60’s, and that always puts me in a good mood. I arrived at Alex’s apartment around 11:20 and waited until she drove up. We hugged in the parking lot and went into her apartment where we had a deeper more significant hug. I stripped everything off except for Tonya’s panties and explained the significance of them. Alex got a real chuckle out of that and my exuberance of Whitney and Karen. She decided before I started cleaning her apartment, we needed some serious sex time. I undressed her. She sat in the small living room where I knelt in front of her and began kissing her sex and stroking her legs. I buried myself between her thighs and brought her off then licked her rose.
We agreed I’d clean her apartment and she’d make a trip to a deli for take out lunch. We ordered online, I gave her the money. She showed me where things were (I’d never cleaned her apartment before.) I began with her laundry then tackled her bedroom and bath until she returned with the food. We started drinking martinis’, a weird combo with chicken salad and cheese cake. After a couple of dirty vodka martini’s each, we ended up in her bedroom. I ate her again and she used a dildo on me. We both fell asleep. I remember waking up, looking at the clock, 2:20, then went back to sleep.
Maria, her room mate, waked me just after 3:30 and pounced on me. Alex stirred for a moment then rolled over, dead to the world. Maria coaxed my face against her panty covered pussy and I licked her, though I was still half buzzed. She literally dragged me into the bath tub, stripped completely nude and I kept eating her until she started drenching me with her squirt. I lay in the tub giggling, licking my fingers and kissing her. I had to pee, did so in the tub and she broke away and pissed also, most of it on my pussy, thighs and tummy.
I showered and dressed. Alex was still taking a serious nap and Maria was eating cheese cake. I kissed her, told her thanks and came home.
We agreed I’d clean her apartment and she’d make a trip to a deli for take out lunch. We ordered online, I gave her the money. She showed me where things were (I’d never cleaned her apartment before.) I began with her laundry then tackled her bedroom and bath until she returned with the food. We started drinking martinis’, a weird combo with chicken salad and cheese cake. After a couple of dirty vodka martini’s each, we ended up in her bedroom. I ate her again and she used a dildo on me. We both fell asleep. I remember waking up, looking at the clock, 2:20, then went back to sleep.
Maria, her room mate, waked me just after 3:30 and pounced on me. Alex stirred for a moment then rolled over, dead to the world. Maria coaxed my face against her panty covered pussy and I licked her, though I was still half buzzed. She literally dragged me into the bath tub, stripped completely nude and I kept eating her until she started drenching me with her squirt. I lay in the tub giggling, licking my fingers and kissing her. I had to pee, did so in the tub and she broke away and pissed also, most of it on my pussy, thighs and tummy.
I showered and dressed. Alex was still taking a serious nap and Maria was eating cheese cake. I kissed her, told her thanks and came home.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Jan 18, 2010: Whitney and Karen
I got to Whitney's just after 12:00; she and Karen met me at the front door and we exchanged hugs. Initially things were awkward since we hadn’t seen each other in over three months. Whitney had on tight gym shorts and a top; Karen a looser pair of shorts and top and flip flops. I had on a black mini and sweater, bra and panty set and open toed pumps and hose. For grins, I took my toy bag over also. The house was nice, a typical two story colonial, tucked away on a cul-de-sac in a quiet subdivision. They were drinking lemonade which they’d spiked with their mom’s vodka. I had one too.
We talked in the kitchen about the last couple of times we’d been together, both of which had turned into out of control scenes, largely because of Jas. But I could tell Whitney was more refined, more focused, and much more mature than her friends. I asked about Jas and Whitney said she's a lost cause.
To break the awkwardness, I told them I’m here to please you and began unbuttoning my sweater. Whitney suggested we go up to her bedroom. I picked up my toy bag and followed them upstairs. Whitney told me she wanted to see me eat her sister. Karen wiggled up on the bed. I finished undressing and crawled on the bed and undressed her, kissing her as I did so. Whitney joined us and I undressed her. We all rolled around nude on the bed with me touching them everywhere and them doing the same to me.
I ended up on my back with Karen over me, her tight ass hovering over my face. I pulled her hips down to my face and began kissing her pussy and flicking my tongue over her rose. I begged her to sit on my face and she sat upright as I tongued her holes. When I felt Whitney’s hands between my legs I parted them, bent my knees and gave her free access to my cunt. She fingered me then switched to a dildo from my bag. I ate Karen to a cumm and OMG was she flowing. They switched places and Whitney mounted me, sitting upright and forcing her slit against my mouth. She rode me and called me a bunch of names but shameless fuck cunt seemed to be her favorite. She told Karen to finger my cunt. I felt two then three sawing into me. I was bucking my hips up and down and kept eating Whitney to a cumm, then another. She paused and told her sister to ram her whole hand into my cunt. Karen shoved her small hand into me and I groaned.
Whitney spit into my face, told her sister to keep fisting me. Karen kept twisting inside my cunt and I was suddenly lost in space, begging for a cumm. Whitney began working my nipples and telling me I was theirs. She spit at me again and asked me whose whore I was. I said theirs. She told me to cumm. I went berserk. When I’d ebbed and Karen had removed her hand, Whitney bend over me, sniffed my face and told me my face smelled like cunt. I nodded.
We got off the bed and I followed them down the hall to the bathroom. They pissed and watched me while I did.
We went into their mom’s bedroom and Whitney showed me her mom’s lingerie and things. She said her mom and I are about the same size and pulled out a royal blue teddy and had me try it on. I modeled it and also a lavender sweet nothing baby doll. Then she got a black lacy bustier with garters. When I tried that one on, they loved it and made me add a pair of their mom’s hose. With me wearing that combination, Whitney bent Karen over her mom’s bureau and had me lick her ass. She made the comment; bet mom would love this, which I didn’t know how to take. She went back into her bedroom, returned carrying my toy bag and dragged me to her mom’s bed. I was on the edge of the bed, legs pulled back and she fucked me with my rabbit. I also ate her ass and pussy again. Being in her mom’s room was weird and I felt guilty, scared and hot at the same time.
Then she got ropes from my bag. Both of them started tying ropes around my ankles and wrists and then to the corners of the bed, spreading me like an X. I did nothing to stop her. In fact, I moaned an “oh yes, yes.” I got this rush; the combination of wearing their mom’s lingerie and being tied to her bed simply drove me crazy. Whitney got a dildo and a vibe, shoved the dildo in my cunt and turned the vibe on my clit. I literally went insane. I told her I was going to cumm and she started bad-mouthing me about how slutty it would be to cumm on her mom’s bed. I couldn’t hold back and they laughed that I got pussy juice on mom’s bed. Whitney said they’d leave me tied like that until mom got home. I freaked out and begged her to untie me. Instead they teased me verbally and by dragging their fingers through my dripping cunt and wiping it on my lips and some on her mom’s bustier until Karen climbed over my face again. After about 45 minutes of this they untied me.
Truthfully their mom’s bedroom smelled of sex as did I. we sprayed air freshener in the room and tucked away the lingerie. I made sure all my toys were back in my bag. I asked if I could shower and used the bathroom that connects Whitney's and Karen's rooms. When I started to dress, Whitney wouldn’t give me my panties and bra. Instead she gave me a handful of her mom’s worn panties and had me put on a pair and tucked the rest in my toy bag. They thought it was cute.
As for my panties, they ended up just under the foot of her mom’s bed and Whitney took my bra but didn’t tell me what she was going to do with it. I told her this was too risky but she told me it was her business. I pleaded but that didn’t work either.
Things I learned: I saw a picture of their mom, Tonya. She's pretty, 41, an accountant, divorced 3 years. Whitney said her mom sometimes brought dates (guys) home and took them to the bedroom to fuck. Last summer, she came home with a white woman and thinking both the girls were asleep, brought her back to the bedroom. Both Whitney and Karen snuck into the hallway, cracked the door open and watched. The next morning they let mom know what they saw. Obviously Tonya was mortified. Since then Whitney pretty much has the run of the place without too much interference from mom. In fact Whitney says she’ll ask her mom if she has a hot date and tell her what lingerie to wear. At first it embarrassed her mom but it’s become routine. From that incident, Whitney developed an interest in white women and last summer when Jas asked if she was interested in helping humiliate me, it didn’t take a lot of arm twisting.
I promised to go back next Monday.
We talked in the kitchen about the last couple of times we’d been together, both of which had turned into out of control scenes, largely because of Jas. But I could tell Whitney was more refined, more focused, and much more mature than her friends. I asked about Jas and Whitney said she's a lost cause.
To break the awkwardness, I told them I’m here to please you and began unbuttoning my sweater. Whitney suggested we go up to her bedroom. I picked up my toy bag and followed them upstairs. Whitney told me she wanted to see me eat her sister. Karen wiggled up on the bed. I finished undressing and crawled on the bed and undressed her, kissing her as I did so. Whitney joined us and I undressed her. We all rolled around nude on the bed with me touching them everywhere and them doing the same to me.
I ended up on my back with Karen over me, her tight ass hovering over my face. I pulled her hips down to my face and began kissing her pussy and flicking my tongue over her rose. I begged her to sit on my face and she sat upright as I tongued her holes. When I felt Whitney’s hands between my legs I parted them, bent my knees and gave her free access to my cunt. She fingered me then switched to a dildo from my bag. I ate Karen to a cumm and OMG was she flowing. They switched places and Whitney mounted me, sitting upright and forcing her slit against my mouth. She rode me and called me a bunch of names but shameless fuck cunt seemed to be her favorite. She told Karen to finger my cunt. I felt two then three sawing into me. I was bucking my hips up and down and kept eating Whitney to a cumm, then another. She paused and told her sister to ram her whole hand into my cunt. Karen shoved her small hand into me and I groaned.
Whitney spit into my face, told her sister to keep fisting me. Karen kept twisting inside my cunt and I was suddenly lost in space, begging for a cumm. Whitney began working my nipples and telling me I was theirs. She spit at me again and asked me whose whore I was. I said theirs. She told me to cumm. I went berserk. When I’d ebbed and Karen had removed her hand, Whitney bend over me, sniffed my face and told me my face smelled like cunt. I nodded.
We got off the bed and I followed them down the hall to the bathroom. They pissed and watched me while I did.
We went into their mom’s bedroom and Whitney showed me her mom’s lingerie and things. She said her mom and I are about the same size and pulled out a royal blue teddy and had me try it on. I modeled it and also a lavender sweet nothing baby doll. Then she got a black lacy bustier with garters. When I tried that one on, they loved it and made me add a pair of their mom’s hose. With me wearing that combination, Whitney bent Karen over her mom’s bureau and had me lick her ass. She made the comment; bet mom would love this, which I didn’t know how to take. She went back into her bedroom, returned carrying my toy bag and dragged me to her mom’s bed. I was on the edge of the bed, legs pulled back and she fucked me with my rabbit. I also ate her ass and pussy again. Being in her mom’s room was weird and I felt guilty, scared and hot at the same time.
Then she got ropes from my bag. Both of them started tying ropes around my ankles and wrists and then to the corners of the bed, spreading me like an X. I did nothing to stop her. In fact, I moaned an “oh yes, yes.” I got this rush; the combination of wearing their mom’s lingerie and being tied to her bed simply drove me crazy. Whitney got a dildo and a vibe, shoved the dildo in my cunt and turned the vibe on my clit. I literally went insane. I told her I was going to cumm and she started bad-mouthing me about how slutty it would be to cumm on her mom’s bed. I couldn’t hold back and they laughed that I got pussy juice on mom’s bed. Whitney said they’d leave me tied like that until mom got home. I freaked out and begged her to untie me. Instead they teased me verbally and by dragging their fingers through my dripping cunt and wiping it on my lips and some on her mom’s bustier until Karen climbed over my face again. After about 45 minutes of this they untied me.
Truthfully their mom’s bedroom smelled of sex as did I. we sprayed air freshener in the room and tucked away the lingerie. I made sure all my toys were back in my bag. I asked if I could shower and used the bathroom that connects Whitney's and Karen's rooms. When I started to dress, Whitney wouldn’t give me my panties and bra. Instead she gave me a handful of her mom’s worn panties and had me put on a pair and tucked the rest in my toy bag. They thought it was cute.
As for my panties, they ended up just under the foot of her mom’s bed and Whitney took my bra but didn’t tell me what she was going to do with it. I told her this was too risky but she told me it was her business. I pleaded but that didn’t work either.
Things I learned: I saw a picture of their mom, Tonya. She's pretty, 41, an accountant, divorced 3 years. Whitney said her mom sometimes brought dates (guys) home and took them to the bedroom to fuck. Last summer, she came home with a white woman and thinking both the girls were asleep, brought her back to the bedroom. Both Whitney and Karen snuck into the hallway, cracked the door open and watched. The next morning they let mom know what they saw. Obviously Tonya was mortified. Since then Whitney pretty much has the run of the place without too much interference from mom. In fact Whitney says she’ll ask her mom if she has a hot date and tell her what lingerie to wear. At first it embarrassed her mom but it’s become routine. From that incident, Whitney developed an interest in white women and last summer when Jas asked if she was interested in helping humiliate me, it didn’t take a lot of arm twisting.
I promised to go back next Monday.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Some things to follow
Sad how things can go from so sweet to sour in a matter of hours. Great expectations down the drain again. Words say one thing; actions say another. The communication is simply not there. One day I'll blog the 18 months of slow deterioration.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
From the Past: Feb 29, 2008, Britney, the pizza
Among the things I formerly did for Lisa (and Britney) was to cook and clean for them. It probably happened 6-8 times. On one particular day, I started a meal for Lisa and Britney in the crock pot at my home and then left around 1:00, took the pot over with me so it could finish doing its thing while I cleaned. Lisa, however, wanted to take me out to the new house she’s moving into in April. After plugging in the crock pot, we drove to the new house and she showed me the place. It’s great.
We came back to Lisa’s place. I brought in a couple of presents I’d bought. I stripped and began doing laundry, changed the sheets on her bed, Britney’s bed, and vacuumed; being nude while cleaning for them had somehow weeks ago become standard. Lisa had cramps really bad so she just lay around while I did things.
Britney got home around 4:00 and ordered me to get her a coke from the fridge. She plopped on a chair and went I brought it to her; she slapped my tits around and did a little verbal about how neat it was to have a slut housekeeper. She said what I’d fixed for their dinner didn’t suit her and she wanted a pizza. I’m thinking what a brat but I ordered her a pizza with extra cheese and diet coke. Lisa and Britney chatted while I folded laundry. From time to time Britney would call me names, tell me to go do this, do that, etc.
The pizza guy arrived and rang the door bell. Britney told me to answer the door and pay the guy. I protested since I was naked, so Britney reached into the laundry basket and handed me a pair of her panties to put on. I told her she was crazy; even with her panties on I couldn’t answer the door. She barked at me to put them on or do it naked. Pissed beyond belief, I looked at Lisa for relief but she told me it might be a good idea to do what she said. I tugged them on. They were so fucking tight the panel was embedded through my pussy and my lips hanging out each side. Britney snapped at me to go to the door and get her fucking pizza. The door bell rang again and I protested. She growled at me to get her pizza. So dressed in her panties I answered the door, halfway hiding behind the door to avoid total humiliation.
The pizza delivery guy couldn’t have been more than 20-22. His mouth fell wide open and his eyes roamed over my tits then down to my pussy which in Britney’s tight panties, was almost like having nothing on at all. Lisa was lying on the sofa just giggling. Britney told the guy no to just stand there, to come in so she can pay you. He did and I backed away. I handed the guy $20.00 for a $15.12 bill. His eyes were glued on me. Britney took the pizza and drink and said that not enough. Give him some more, so I give him $5.00 more.
Then Britney asked him maybe he’d like to play with Aunt Evie’s tits. I’m mortified! The guy didn’t know what to do at first and gave me a look like he can’t believe this is real. Britney, who had opened the pizza box and was munching on a slice, told the guy go ahead and play with my tits. I shot her a look and said this isn’t right. Britney though is ignoring my protestations told him again to play with my tits. I was backed up against a wall and had no place to go. He reached out and squeezed my tit, fondled me then grasped my nipples like he was really getting into it. I stood there like a statue covered in goose bumps.
Britney asked him if he’d like a blow job. I yelled at her. By now he’s got a bulge in his jeans that won’t quit. Britney told me to do my thing and give him a bj. My face was red as a beet and I was begging her, but she kept bitching at me and told me unless I do it, she’ll come over and yank her panties off me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out which immediately bobbed around until its poked straight at my face. Thinking the quickest way out of this situation was to get it over with I start sucking. Britney’s laughing and Lisa’s cracking up. Britney told me to do it like whores do and play with his balls. I responded and I feel him stiffen. I start bobbing my head down on his cock and he shot off. I felt the first squirt hit my mouth and pushed his cock out of my mouth but he kept cumming and splattered the side of my face, neck and tits. Britney was laughing her ass off. Finally the guy subsides and turns to look at Britney as if he thought she might be next but she nonchalantly told him, that’s it, he could leave now. He left and I went to the kitchen and wiped off.
While she ate the pizza, I served Lisa’s dinner on a tray. Britney went to her room to get ready for her Friday night out.
Lisa reminded me that I previously said I wanted to serve her, this is what she’s like, totally unpredictable, so I better get used to it. I did some more things around the house until Britney yelled for me to come wash her. I went to the bathroom and ended up bathing her. By then I’ve forgotten the humiliation of the pizza guy and was focused on her precious body. After I dried her off, she sat on the edge of the tub and told me to get her ready for tonight by eating her. I went crazy and ate her until she came. Afterwards, I dressed her then cleaned the tub. She went out and talked to Lisa and left.
I finished cleaning the kitchen and asked Lisa if there was anything else. She thanked me again for helping. I dressed and left for home. What an afternoon.
We came back to Lisa’s place. I brought in a couple of presents I’d bought. I stripped and began doing laundry, changed the sheets on her bed, Britney’s bed, and vacuumed; being nude while cleaning for them had somehow weeks ago become standard. Lisa had cramps really bad so she just lay around while I did things.
Britney got home around 4:00 and ordered me to get her a coke from the fridge. She plopped on a chair and went I brought it to her; she slapped my tits around and did a little verbal about how neat it was to have a slut housekeeper. She said what I’d fixed for their dinner didn’t suit her and she wanted a pizza. I’m thinking what a brat but I ordered her a pizza with extra cheese and diet coke. Lisa and Britney chatted while I folded laundry. From time to time Britney would call me names, tell me to go do this, do that, etc.
The pizza guy arrived and rang the door bell. Britney told me to answer the door and pay the guy. I protested since I was naked, so Britney reached into the laundry basket and handed me a pair of her panties to put on. I told her she was crazy; even with her panties on I couldn’t answer the door. She barked at me to put them on or do it naked. Pissed beyond belief, I looked at Lisa for relief but she told me it might be a good idea to do what she said. I tugged them on. They were so fucking tight the panel was embedded through my pussy and my lips hanging out each side. Britney snapped at me to go to the door and get her fucking pizza. The door bell rang again and I protested. She growled at me to get her pizza. So dressed in her panties I answered the door, halfway hiding behind the door to avoid total humiliation.
The pizza delivery guy couldn’t have been more than 20-22. His mouth fell wide open and his eyes roamed over my tits then down to my pussy which in Britney’s tight panties, was almost like having nothing on at all. Lisa was lying on the sofa just giggling. Britney told the guy no to just stand there, to come in so she can pay you. He did and I backed away. I handed the guy $20.00 for a $15.12 bill. His eyes were glued on me. Britney took the pizza and drink and said that not enough. Give him some more, so I give him $5.00 more.
Then Britney asked him maybe he’d like to play with Aunt Evie’s tits. I’m mortified! The guy didn’t know what to do at first and gave me a look like he can’t believe this is real. Britney, who had opened the pizza box and was munching on a slice, told the guy go ahead and play with my tits. I shot her a look and said this isn’t right. Britney though is ignoring my protestations told him again to play with my tits. I was backed up against a wall and had no place to go. He reached out and squeezed my tit, fondled me then grasped my nipples like he was really getting into it. I stood there like a statue covered in goose bumps.
Britney asked him if he’d like a blow job. I yelled at her. By now he’s got a bulge in his jeans that won’t quit. Britney told me to do my thing and give him a bj. My face was red as a beet and I was begging her, but she kept bitching at me and told me unless I do it, she’ll come over and yank her panties off me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out which immediately bobbed around until its poked straight at my face. Thinking the quickest way out of this situation was to get it over with I start sucking. Britney’s laughing and Lisa’s cracking up. Britney told me to do it like whores do and play with his balls. I responded and I feel him stiffen. I start bobbing my head down on his cock and he shot off. I felt the first squirt hit my mouth and pushed his cock out of my mouth but he kept cumming and splattered the side of my face, neck and tits. Britney was laughing her ass off. Finally the guy subsides and turns to look at Britney as if he thought she might be next but she nonchalantly told him, that’s it, he could leave now. He left and I went to the kitchen and wiped off.
While she ate the pizza, I served Lisa’s dinner on a tray. Britney went to her room to get ready for her Friday night out.
Lisa reminded me that I previously said I wanted to serve her, this is what she’s like, totally unpredictable, so I better get used to it. I did some more things around the house until Britney yelled for me to come wash her. I went to the bathroom and ended up bathing her. By then I’ve forgotten the humiliation of the pizza guy and was focused on her precious body. After I dried her off, she sat on the edge of the tub and told me to get her ready for tonight by eating her. I went crazy and ate her until she came. Afterwards, I dressed her then cleaned the tub. She went out and talked to Lisa and left.
I finished cleaning the kitchen and asked Lisa if there was anything else. She thanked me again for helping. I dressed and left for home. What an afternoon.
From the Past: Nov. 27 2007, Meeting Britney
Blog 07 11 27 Meeting Britney
In the fall of 2007, against my wishes, Jody spread me over the internet on adult meet sites. It was the whole smear, a description, a picture and if I recall correctly indicated I was submissive and available for both men and women. About two months after she did this, while attending a business conference, I noticed a man who I’d met a time or two at these meetings, eyeing me inquisitively. That evening the man, Brian, called and let me know he recognized me from “my” ad on a particular site. I won’t go into the details right now but after I recovered from the shock I did agree to meet him for lunch. When we met a few days later for our lunch, another woman was with him; his girl friend, Lisa, 37. one thing led to another and within a couple of weeks I’d attended some afternoon sex sessions with Brian, Lisa and even a few others. Quite truthfully, I was a little shocked at my new behavior.
For one of these sessions, Lisa picked me up at my house and drove to Brian’s house on the lake where we indulged in an afternoon of sex. Around 3 she indicated she had to pick her daughter up from school and since I rode over with her, I also had to go.
The only clothing I had, save for hose and heels, was a long raincoat and I had been, shall we say, well used that afternoon and wasn’t exactly pristine after being fucked like a pin cushion. Nonetheless, after I wiped off with a damp towel, Lisa and I drove from Brian’s to the high school her daughter, Britney, attended. Lisa told me to get out of the front seat. Talk about feeling weird as hell… I got out and moved to the back seat. When I did, all these high school kids stared at me. In a couple of minutes, I spied this darling wisp of a girl, pouty lips yet an angelic face framed with golden hair, approaching the car. As she slipped in the front seat, she and Lisa exchanged a hug and introduced me. . My heart was doing flip flops and I was introduced to Britney.
Britney turned to look at me and I noticed her eyes focusing on my legs, and snagged hose. I timidly pulled my raincoat together to conceal as much as I could but I saw this slight disdain to her glance. She briefly said “hi” then returned her attention to her mom. I was ignored on the drive from the school over to my house, a ride of perhaps 15-20 minutes. When we got to my place, as innocently as I could, I thanked Lisa for the afternoon. I said goodbye to Britney, barely got a response, but I felt this suspicious stare. I scurried into the house.
A few weeks after that, Lisa and Jody thought it would be a great idea for me to take Britney shopping, sort of a getting to know you better thing. I didn’t see the point in it but by this time my opinions were secondary to theirs. The specifics of this are dim but I do remember buying her several things at a mall.
We concluded that day with a late lunch at a Mexican restaurant. I specifically remember her reaching across the table and sliding my margarita towards her and taking several sips before I could pull it back. I scolded her to which she retorted I had no right to do so because in her opinion, from what she knew, my overall behavior was worst than hers. I challenged her and she said she knew all about me and what I was doing. I froze and asked her what she meant by that. Without batting an eye she told me she knew quite well what I was doing with her mom and friends. I denied it but she came back at me and asked if I was naked under my raincoat the day we first met. I turned beet red and denied that too. She challenged me back and forth saying she knew damn well I was and I had a guilty look. Finally she told me I was fucking her mom and her friends. I wanted to slink under the table. No one of her age had ever talked to me that way but her confidence and my nervousness gave me away. She kept attacking; I kept retreating until I finally caved and admitted I was nude under my raincoat the day I first met her. To deliver the final blow to my ego, this pixie who was still a couple of weeks away from her 16th birthday, confidently asked if I’d been fucking her mom and friends that day. I said yes.
She gave this haughty smile, reached across the table and grabbed the margarita again and drained it; this time without any interference from me. I hastily paid our bill and we headed for my car. On the way home, she asked why I lied to her? My response was along the rational that I didn’t think my business was her business and she was delving into areas she didn’t fully understand. I recall her shrugging her shoulder and saying ‘fucking was fucking’.
I asked what she intended to do now that she had this information. She didn’t answer at first but she eventually said something to the effect she’d figure it out. I saw this smile of contentment creep across that cherubic face. I tried not to envision that she might have the upper hand in something so I let it drop. We parted amicably and she thanked me for the shopping trip.
Little did I know where all this would lead.
In the fall of 2007, against my wishes, Jody spread me over the internet on adult meet sites. It was the whole smear, a description, a picture and if I recall correctly indicated I was submissive and available for both men and women. About two months after she did this, while attending a business conference, I noticed a man who I’d met a time or two at these meetings, eyeing me inquisitively. That evening the man, Brian, called and let me know he recognized me from “my” ad on a particular site. I won’t go into the details right now but after I recovered from the shock I did agree to meet him for lunch. When we met a few days later for our lunch, another woman was with him; his girl friend, Lisa, 37. one thing led to another and within a couple of weeks I’d attended some afternoon sex sessions with Brian, Lisa and even a few others. Quite truthfully, I was a little shocked at my new behavior.
For one of these sessions, Lisa picked me up at my house and drove to Brian’s house on the lake where we indulged in an afternoon of sex. Around 3 she indicated she had to pick her daughter up from school and since I rode over with her, I also had to go.
The only clothing I had, save for hose and heels, was a long raincoat and I had been, shall we say, well used that afternoon and wasn’t exactly pristine after being fucked like a pin cushion. Nonetheless, after I wiped off with a damp towel, Lisa and I drove from Brian’s to the high school her daughter, Britney, attended. Lisa told me to get out of the front seat. Talk about feeling weird as hell… I got out and moved to the back seat. When I did, all these high school kids stared at me. In a couple of minutes, I spied this darling wisp of a girl, pouty lips yet an angelic face framed with golden hair, approaching the car. As she slipped in the front seat, she and Lisa exchanged a hug and introduced me. . My heart was doing flip flops and I was introduced to Britney.
Britney turned to look at me and I noticed her eyes focusing on my legs, and snagged hose. I timidly pulled my raincoat together to conceal as much as I could but I saw this slight disdain to her glance. She briefly said “hi” then returned her attention to her mom. I was ignored on the drive from the school over to my house, a ride of perhaps 15-20 minutes. When we got to my place, as innocently as I could, I thanked Lisa for the afternoon. I said goodbye to Britney, barely got a response, but I felt this suspicious stare. I scurried into the house.
A few weeks after that, Lisa and Jody thought it would be a great idea for me to take Britney shopping, sort of a getting to know you better thing. I didn’t see the point in it but by this time my opinions were secondary to theirs. The specifics of this are dim but I do remember buying her several things at a mall.
We concluded that day with a late lunch at a Mexican restaurant. I specifically remember her reaching across the table and sliding my margarita towards her and taking several sips before I could pull it back. I scolded her to which she retorted I had no right to do so because in her opinion, from what she knew, my overall behavior was worst than hers. I challenged her and she said she knew all about me and what I was doing. I froze and asked her what she meant by that. Without batting an eye she told me she knew quite well what I was doing with her mom and friends. I denied it but she came back at me and asked if I was naked under my raincoat the day we first met. I turned beet red and denied that too. She challenged me back and forth saying she knew damn well I was and I had a guilty look. Finally she told me I was fucking her mom and her friends. I wanted to slink under the table. No one of her age had ever talked to me that way but her confidence and my nervousness gave me away. She kept attacking; I kept retreating until I finally caved and admitted I was nude under my raincoat the day I first met her. To deliver the final blow to my ego, this pixie who was still a couple of weeks away from her 16th birthday, confidently asked if I’d been fucking her mom and friends that day. I said yes.
She gave this haughty smile, reached across the table and grabbed the margarita again and drained it; this time without any interference from me. I hastily paid our bill and we headed for my car. On the way home, she asked why I lied to her? My response was along the rational that I didn’t think my business was her business and she was delving into areas she didn’t fully understand. I recall her shrugging her shoulder and saying ‘fucking was fucking’.
I asked what she intended to do now that she had this information. She didn’t answer at first but she eventually said something to the effect she’d figure it out. I saw this smile of contentment creep across that cherubic face. I tried not to envision that she might have the upper hand in something so I let it drop. We parted amicably and she thanked me for the shopping trip.
Little did I know where all this would lead.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
From the Past: May 2008, Lisa's Party
In early May of 2008, Lisa, who I was serving then, had a house warming party. She specifically wanted me and another woman, Donna, who was serving her to act as "hostesses". Obviously, I couldn’t refuse and made arrangements to be out of the house that night.
The party began around 8:00 and I arrived about an hour early and Donna shortly after I did. We both wore, at Lisa’s insistence, black mini’s sheer white blouses, hose and heels ... rather risqué and trampy looking to be sure. We helped Edie, the caterer and a friend of Lisa’s, set up and also helped a guy named Daniel, the bartender. When people started coming Donna and I circulated with little trays of hors-d’oeuvers for the guests, told people where bathrooms were, took drink orders when requested, that type thing. Mainly though Lisa enjoyed having us on display.
People came and stayed, some did the drop-by that Lisa thought they would. By 10:00 I’d say there were about 35-40 people.
As the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed, Donna and I got groped a lot and we compared notes. Guys were constantly trying to look down our blouses when we’d reach down for an empty glass or such. Several times when we’d pass somebody in a room, we’d feel a hand slip up under our skirts and try to get a feel of our pussy or ass. One guy felt me up under my skirt and I heard him say to another as I passed well damn she’s wearing panties.
About 1130ish most of the people filtered out except the ones Lisa specifically encouraged to stay. I think 12 guys and 8 gals at this point.
Lisa made some overture to those who she wanted to stay that Donna and I were going to show more personal service… Brian, a guy who I’d been with a few times and a good friend of Lisa, really encouraged the guys to get with it. I remember lots of shouting and whistling. The guys and some of the women got really worked up in a hurry, at least that’s my opinion. Next thing I know is a guy named Larry got up and said here let me help you out babe (I hate that word, babe) but anyway he took off my skirt and blouse and I ended up in my beige sheer bra and thong. Donna was in a white bra and black thong. Things rapidly got out of control and everybody seemed pretty eager. I remember being placed across the ottoman and Larry’s sticking his cock in my mouth. Right there in front of everybody and I’m like OMG. I thought I was bad off but I caught a glimpse of Donna who was stark naked on the floor in front of the sofa.
Anyway, Larry kept pumping his cock in my mouth; someone took my bra off and started pawing my tits and sucking my nipples. Some other guy grabs my hand and places it over his cock. I felt my panties being pulled off and a cock in my pussy. Whose cock I have no idea. Next thing I see is Tabitha, one of Lisa’s closest friends and the first black woman I ever had, shoving her way through the guys and says before I get covered in man cumm she wants a little action. She unashamedly pulled her panties off and pressed her pussy at my face, right there in front of everybody which was hugely humiliating because people were yelling like hell. I heard Lisa telling somebody to pay up, you’re not gonna stand here and watch this for free. When I satisfy Tabitha, she pushes Lachandra on my face. She’s a small girl, maybe 19-20 barely 5 ft tall, has skinny hips. I’m eating her and she turns and 69’s me which gave every body a thrill and a half. Then, this white woman, Debbie, easily mid-50 or better, comes over, naked from the waist down and straddles my face and tells me it’d been way too long since a woman kissed her pussy She and I both cumm and she gets off me, then this other girl (later learned her name is Lenley) 69’s me. I catch a glimpse of Donna again and she’s across the back of a chair with a guy fucking her and she’s sucking another guy, people standing all around. And I am thinking, holy shit, this has turned into a fuck fest.
When the girl girl sex is finished the guys wanted to start again but I said I need to pee. Tabitha pointed to the deck and she’s dragging me out there. Guys are following us. I figured there’s no way I can avoid doing this so I squatted down and braced myself on my hands slightly behind me, thrust my pelvis forward a little and shot pee across the deck.
I end up pissing in front of about 8-10 guys and that turned them on. It was like every guy had an instant hard on again. Some body shoved a cock back into my mouth, I’m masturbating a cock and there was one cock after another in my pussy. This Larry guy, who was a real piece of work, comes over and he’s got what’s left of a chocolate cake Edie made for the party and smashes the damn thing across my tummy and tits, smears it everywhere he could. Then the bastard starts pissing on me. He does this while one guys licking frosting off my nipples. I’m still being fucked! Damn. As soon as the guy who’s cock I was sucking cumms on me, Tabitha comes back over (she’s naked and I saw her fuck at least 2 white guys during the evening) and pissed on me. I also saw her friend Lachandra piss on some guy and everybody is laughing like hell at everybody else.
I had no idea where Donna was a t this point nor did I really care. (Lisa later told me Donna was taking one cock after another as fast as she could.)
At one point, I was bent over at the waist, legs apart, and sucking another cock. Some guys playing with my ass. I feel a hand swipe across the cake frosting on my tummy and ram a finger into my ass, quickly followed by cock penetrating my ass, and I’m thinking, this is a first, using smashed cake and frosting as lube.
This goes on and on, and another cock goes in my ass. Whose, I don’t know. And I didn’t even know the guy whose cock I was sucking. When he withdrew I asked to please be laid down on something flat and somebody get me another vodka tonic. Fucking in that position was extremely painful and a strain on my back and legs. I wobble to a chair and then I see Donna with a guy under her fucking her ass, one on top of her fucking her cunt and a cock in her mouth. I also see another gal getting eaten by some guy and Lisa fucking somebody. This kept going on for I don’t know how long.
Apparently we were rather loud and boisterous because the cops came and we immediately dashed inside. We can hear the police guy saying someone reported a disturbance. Brian says we’re just having a quite evening with a few friends but we’ll tone it down, etc… the cops go away. We know it must have been the ruckus we were raising on the deck b/c nobody can see Lisa’s yard unless they sneak through the woods. But it’s about 1:30 in the morning. Things wound down after the cops left. Brian takes one look at me and made some comment about me being arrested for impersonating a cup cake.
At this point there were about 4-5 women there and about 10-12 guys. Brian suggested everybody crash at Lisa’s to avoid get pulled and charged with DUI. I got up to find awash off and find a bed and that’s the last thing I remember. When I woke up that morning I was in a bed with Tabitha and Lachandra. Lisa later told me I passed out cold.
Lisa actually made over $1000 off Donna and me.
I never did get my panties and bra back. To this day, I have no idea who ended up with them or what happened to them.
The party began around 8:00 and I arrived about an hour early and Donna shortly after I did. We both wore, at Lisa’s insistence, black mini’s sheer white blouses, hose and heels ... rather risqué and trampy looking to be sure. We helped Edie, the caterer and a friend of Lisa’s, set up and also helped a guy named Daniel, the bartender. When people started coming Donna and I circulated with little trays of hors-d’oeuvers for the guests, told people where bathrooms were, took drink orders when requested, that type thing. Mainly though Lisa enjoyed having us on display.
People came and stayed, some did the drop-by that Lisa thought they would. By 10:00 I’d say there were about 35-40 people.
As the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed, Donna and I got groped a lot and we compared notes. Guys were constantly trying to look down our blouses when we’d reach down for an empty glass or such. Several times when we’d pass somebody in a room, we’d feel a hand slip up under our skirts and try to get a feel of our pussy or ass. One guy felt me up under my skirt and I heard him say to another as I passed well damn she’s wearing panties.
About 1130ish most of the people filtered out except the ones Lisa specifically encouraged to stay. I think 12 guys and 8 gals at this point.
Lisa made some overture to those who she wanted to stay that Donna and I were going to show more personal service… Brian, a guy who I’d been with a few times and a good friend of Lisa, really encouraged the guys to get with it. I remember lots of shouting and whistling. The guys and some of the women got really worked up in a hurry, at least that’s my opinion. Next thing I know is a guy named Larry got up and said here let me help you out babe (I hate that word, babe) but anyway he took off my skirt and blouse and I ended up in my beige sheer bra and thong. Donna was in a white bra and black thong. Things rapidly got out of control and everybody seemed pretty eager. I remember being placed across the ottoman and Larry’s sticking his cock in my mouth. Right there in front of everybody and I’m like OMG. I thought I was bad off but I caught a glimpse of Donna who was stark naked on the floor in front of the sofa.
Anyway, Larry kept pumping his cock in my mouth; someone took my bra off and started pawing my tits and sucking my nipples. Some other guy grabs my hand and places it over his cock. I felt my panties being pulled off and a cock in my pussy. Whose cock I have no idea. Next thing I see is Tabitha, one of Lisa’s closest friends and the first black woman I ever had, shoving her way through the guys and says before I get covered in man cumm she wants a little action. She unashamedly pulled her panties off and pressed her pussy at my face, right there in front of everybody which was hugely humiliating because people were yelling like hell. I heard Lisa telling somebody to pay up, you’re not gonna stand here and watch this for free. When I satisfy Tabitha, she pushes Lachandra on my face. She’s a small girl, maybe 19-20 barely 5 ft tall, has skinny hips. I’m eating her and she turns and 69’s me which gave every body a thrill and a half. Then, this white woman, Debbie, easily mid-50 or better, comes over, naked from the waist down and straddles my face and tells me it’d been way too long since a woman kissed her pussy She and I both cumm and she gets off me, then this other girl (later learned her name is Lenley) 69’s me. I catch a glimpse of Donna again and she’s across the back of a chair with a guy fucking her and she’s sucking another guy, people standing all around. And I am thinking, holy shit, this has turned into a fuck fest.
When the girl girl sex is finished the guys wanted to start again but I said I need to pee. Tabitha pointed to the deck and she’s dragging me out there. Guys are following us. I figured there’s no way I can avoid doing this so I squatted down and braced myself on my hands slightly behind me, thrust my pelvis forward a little and shot pee across the deck.
I end up pissing in front of about 8-10 guys and that turned them on. It was like every guy had an instant hard on again. Some body shoved a cock back into my mouth, I’m masturbating a cock and there was one cock after another in my pussy. This Larry guy, who was a real piece of work, comes over and he’s got what’s left of a chocolate cake Edie made for the party and smashes the damn thing across my tummy and tits, smears it everywhere he could. Then the bastard starts pissing on me. He does this while one guys licking frosting off my nipples. I’m still being fucked! Damn. As soon as the guy who’s cock I was sucking cumms on me, Tabitha comes back over (she’s naked and I saw her fuck at least 2 white guys during the evening) and pissed on me. I also saw her friend Lachandra piss on some guy and everybody is laughing like hell at everybody else.
I had no idea where Donna was a t this point nor did I really care. (Lisa later told me Donna was taking one cock after another as fast as she could.)
At one point, I was bent over at the waist, legs apart, and sucking another cock. Some guys playing with my ass. I feel a hand swipe across the cake frosting on my tummy and ram a finger into my ass, quickly followed by cock penetrating my ass, and I’m thinking, this is a first, using smashed cake and frosting as lube.
This goes on and on, and another cock goes in my ass. Whose, I don’t know. And I didn’t even know the guy whose cock I was sucking. When he withdrew I asked to please be laid down on something flat and somebody get me another vodka tonic. Fucking in that position was extremely painful and a strain on my back and legs. I wobble to a chair and then I see Donna with a guy under her fucking her ass, one on top of her fucking her cunt and a cock in her mouth. I also see another gal getting eaten by some guy and Lisa fucking somebody. This kept going on for I don’t know how long.
Apparently we were rather loud and boisterous because the cops came and we immediately dashed inside. We can hear the police guy saying someone reported a disturbance. Brian says we’re just having a quite evening with a few friends but we’ll tone it down, etc… the cops go away. We know it must have been the ruckus we were raising on the deck b/c nobody can see Lisa’s yard unless they sneak through the woods. But it’s about 1:30 in the morning. Things wound down after the cops left. Brian takes one look at me and made some comment about me being arrested for impersonating a cup cake.
At this point there were about 4-5 women there and about 10-12 guys. Brian suggested everybody crash at Lisa’s to avoid get pulled and charged with DUI. I got up to find awash off and find a bed and that’s the last thing I remember. When I woke up that morning I was in a bed with Tabitha and Lachandra. Lisa later told me I passed out cold.
Lisa actually made over $1000 off Donna and me.
I never did get my panties and bra back. To this day, I have no idea who ended up with them or what happened to them.
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