Mavis allowed me to enter her house before I undressed. She immediately asked if I had something for her to read about my weekend and I told her yes, in my purse. She didn’t get it or allow me to show it to her. Instead she sent me to the basement naked, followed me down and cuffed my hands behind me, directed me in to the cage and locked me inside. Without saying anything she returned upstairs, turned out the light and slammed the basement door. I figured I was in trouble. She hadn’t even taken the time to bitch at me, slap me, piss at me or anything. I was extremely concerned.
I had no idea how much time passed but the urge to pee increased and eventually I just let it flow over the bottom pan of the cage and ended up sitting in it. On a couple of occasions I could hear her voice, presumably talking on the phone but there was no way I could make anything of the conversation. Other than that, my environment was timeless and dark and beginning to reek of my own piss.
I sat there and thought of everything imaginable. I figured she’d read my blog entries I’d printed off about Whitney on Friday and Molly and Rhonda on Sunday. After I heard her on the phone again, the third call she’d presumably made, she flicked on the light and came the stairs. Again she didn’t say a word but raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside and pissed on me then went back upstairs, once again leaving me in darkness and squalor.
A shorter period of time passed and she returned and unlocked the cage and motioned me out. She removed the cuffs and sat in her old green chair and told me to kneel in front of her. Then she began …
She said she’d read what I brought and was reiterated how she felt about Molly and her friends. Then she said at least I’d had the sense to see Whitney who to her is a precious child. Molly and friends to her are just diversions and I’d be punished later but it was obvious that Whitney knew how to use me properly. She had me stand and stick my ass back at her so she could see if there were any traces of Rhonda spanking me; there were none and she told me to kneel again. I did.
She raised her skirt, had me lick her pussy. I had some difficulty getting her off but kept going until she told me I was where I needed to be. She eventually squeezed off an orgasm and relaxed. I kept my face at her pussy while she stroked my hair and actually thanked me for being patient.
I thought she’d changed her mood but I was really wrong. She positioned me leaning over the cage, feet spread apart, hips at the top edge of the cage and hands reaching around the cage like I was hugging the cage. While I remained like that she tied my ankles to the outside lower corners of the cage and my wrists to the opposite corners. In essence I was draped over it on my tummy.
She told me it was time to pay for my sins of letting Rhonda and Molly use me and that her spanking would definitely be harsher. She used her crop and started beating my ass, then moved down the backs of my thighs. She aimed a few at my cunt and hit it until I felt like I was on fire. Then she went back to my butt then to my shoulders. Every so often she’d pause to tell me how much more advanced black girls were than white girls and people like Whitney knew how to handle me. I was shedding tears. My tits were pressed flat against the top of the cage and partially sticking through to the inside of the cage. She found a way to stick the crop through and whip my nipples from underneath. I yelled.
She let me rest for a while and told me she’d talked to Joan who was over at Katrina’s. She bragged about knowing some future plans about me and also ranted about Joan taking a part in using me. Once in a while she’d get worked up about some topic and flail away at me with the crop. Finally she pissed on my butt and cunt then went upstairs, leaving tied over the cage. This was not comfortable at all.
She came back and said it was about 5:00pm and I thought oh fuck, I’d been down here for over 5 hours. She said she’d untie me but instead went into one of her talkative moods and related that she thought I should rent a vacant house on her street. Why I don’t know; I didn’t ask and she wasn’t clear.
Eventually she untied me and told me to clean up the basement and myself in the laundry sink. I did the best I could. I thanked her, then left there just before 6:00 and came home.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Feb 19 2010: At Whitney's
This was one of those times when things didn’t quite go right despite the best of intentions. To begin with I was late; my morning commitment lasted longer than normal and I was mentally and physically exhausted to boot. Whitney was sipping coffee at coffee shop when I arrived at shortly after 1:00. I picked up a coffee and a serious cookie. Whitney drove us back to her house in her car and parked in the garage.
Within 10 minutes we were both naked and back in her mom’s bedroom. The last thing I removed was a pair of her mom’s panties which made her giggle. I bent her over the edge of the bed and pushed my face into her ass and started kissing and licking. After enjoying her like that and listening to her moan she flipped over and scooted her hips back on the bed. She grabbed my hair and using my hair like reins, guided my face where she wanted it … calling me an old bitch, ass sucking whore, constantly hissing at me, relentlessly pulling my hair and just fucking driving me crazy. Then she offered me her tits and, released one hand from my hair and started frigging me while I frigged her. She’d cumm a couple of times maybe more, so had I and we were laying there, me with my face cuddled against her ass cheeks, softly kissing her anal crevice.
We started again but unfortunately, someone came to the door, interrupted us, and turned out to be a neighbor who apparently had nothing better to do. Whitney went to the door, talked to this woman. I could hear the woman asking why she came home from school early, was her mom home, etc. This went on for a few minutes.
Whitney came back, we started kissing again and she ended up face sitting me which is my absolute all time way to get this child off, primarily because it makes me feel so subservient and personifies her power over me. I brought her off again; we lay there and cuddled.
Karen called, had missed her ride home and wanted Whitney to come get her. She sighed and we dressed. As we were leaving, Whitney looked out the window and saw the nosy neighbor out in her yard. It just wasn’t one of those good days. In the garage, I scrunched down in the seat and stayed that way until Whitney drove out of the neighborhood. She took me back to my car. We hugged and promised to get back together at a more opportune time.
Within 10 minutes we were both naked and back in her mom’s bedroom. The last thing I removed was a pair of her mom’s panties which made her giggle. I bent her over the edge of the bed and pushed my face into her ass and started kissing and licking. After enjoying her like that and listening to her moan she flipped over and scooted her hips back on the bed. She grabbed my hair and using my hair like reins, guided my face where she wanted it … calling me an old bitch, ass sucking whore, constantly hissing at me, relentlessly pulling my hair and just fucking driving me crazy. Then she offered me her tits and, released one hand from my hair and started frigging me while I frigged her. She’d cumm a couple of times maybe more, so had I and we were laying there, me with my face cuddled against her ass cheeks, softly kissing her anal crevice.
We started again but unfortunately, someone came to the door, interrupted us, and turned out to be a neighbor who apparently had nothing better to do. Whitney went to the door, talked to this woman. I could hear the woman asking why she came home from school early, was her mom home, etc. This went on for a few minutes.
Whitney came back, we started kissing again and she ended up face sitting me which is my absolute all time way to get this child off, primarily because it makes me feel so subservient and personifies her power over me. I brought her off again; we lay there and cuddled.
Karen called, had missed her ride home and wanted Whitney to come get her. She sighed and we dressed. As we were leaving, Whitney looked out the window and saw the nosy neighbor out in her yard. It just wasn’t one of those good days. In the garage, I scrunched down in the seat and stayed that way until Whitney drove out of the neighborhood. She took me back to my car. We hugged and promised to get back together at a more opportune time.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Feb 12, 2010: Evening at Frayne's
The anticipation of this evening had built for a week or more and to make matters worse, the date had changed a time or two. Both Katrina and Jody had given me a hint that whatever Fran had planned, it’d be a rather demanding evening. I was told to be there at 6 to help Fran get things together. She told me it doesn’t make too much difference what I wear, other than my Lucite heels, since she had something for me to change into once I arrived. I could only imagine. Additionally I wasn’t required to bring my toy bag.
When I arrived Fran immediately put me to work in the kitchen helping her do last minute things, arranging hors d'oeuvres on trays, etc. Around 630 or so, Katrina and Joan arrived. We exchanged hugs and kisses. Katrina suggested that Joan take over helping Fran and that I go dress. Fran said my things were laid out in the guest room.
I stopped to pee and went into the guest room. On the bed I found a lavender colored bra and thong set, garter belt and gorgeous matching lavender hose. Given Fran’s impeccable penchant for lingerie, I wasn’t too surprised. There was also a black leather collar, leash, a couple of bondage straps and a pair of handcuffs. I stripped nude and started putting on the lingerie.
Katrina came in with a martini for me and closed the door. I drank it and we talked. I told her that due to the snow storm I was prepared to stay overnight which delighted her. She reaffirmed this evening was something Fran had wanted to do for a long time and I’d better not screw up. Although she’d be around during the evening, Fran was in charge. If I had any questions, that’s who I should look to. I understood. I asked who was coming but didn’t get an answer. She sat in a comfy chair in the corner of the guest room raised her leather skirt and told me to eat her. I came over, and with as much love and respect as possible, licked on her pussy until she came.
Katrina fastened the leather collar around my neck, pulled my hands behind me and snapped the cuffs on my wrists. She cinched one of the bondage straps around my upper arms, pulling my elbows close together which thrust my tits out. While she was doing this I heard the door bell ring and Fran greet someone. My heart started beating a mile a minute. Katrina asked me if there was anything else I needed to say and I said not at the moment. She pushed the ball gag into my mouth, buckled it behind my head and told me to wait until she came back. She left the room and closed the door.
I heard someone else arrive, and the conversation picked up. There was a lot of subtle laughter. I tried to pick up on what I could hear, voices that I might be familiar with and all that. I thought I heard a voice that sounded like Francine, one of her friends. The mental impact of sitting there dressed the way Fran and Katrina wanted me plus being bound and gagged and listening to people arrive simply created an explosive tension and anticipation inside of me
Katrina returned and noticed drool seeping out of the corners of my mouth which was exactly what she wanted. She ordered me to stand and separate my legs. As soon as I did, she slipped her fingers under my panties and started rubbing through my cunt and pulling my labia until I was juicy. She snapped the leash on to the collar and told me everyone was here. She kissed my cheek and led me out the door.
I tottered out behind Katrina. My eyes caged wide open. The living room was filled with black women, some standing, others sitting but all of their eyes glued on me. I felt total shame and humiliation sweep over my face. There was laughter, refined giggles and smirks coming from faces that lit up like Christmas trees. I felt like a lamb being led to a slaughter. In addition to Fran and Joan, I recognized her friends Francine and Bernice but there were three other women I’d never seen before. Katrina led me to Fran who took control of the leash and in essence, me.
Fran introduced me as Yvette, her serving maid and whore. She slapped my face then turned me toward the center of the gathering then led me around in a circle which gave me the feeling I was some bitch in a dog show. She asked the group if I met their expectations. I can’t recall the specific responses but it was like everybody trying to talk at once and they all kept staring, giggling and smiling.
She first introduced me to Nora, one of the new women standing by the living room window. This woman was stunning, slim, short feathered hair, high angular cheekbones, probably around 40 and exquisitely dressed. Something about her reminded me of a grown up refined version of Sophia. She commented about my drooling mouth and wondered if my cunt was the same way, swiped a finger through my cunt and nodded yes. Next Fran introduced me to Trudie, probably my age, buzz cut hair and huge hoop earrings, slightly heavyset. She palmed my cunt. The other new woman was introduced as Rita, reddish tinged hair, also around 40 but it was hard to tell. Figure wise, she had the classic bubble butt but a shapely body and large breasts. She told me despite the elegant lingerie I had $40 hooker written all over me.
Fran took me over to Bernice who I’d been with once before. I know she’s mid 50’s and I remembered her body was somewhat flabby, large saggy tits that lay against her belly, numerous stretch marks but had unhesitatingly made me suck her ass back in April.
Fran led me to Francine. I’d been with her a few times and I know she has a penchant for being rough. She reminded me about the first time she was with me, fucking me with a strappy and paddling my ass until it was red. She didn’t have to; I well remembered.
Joan and Katrina were standing next to Francine and Joan took the opportunity to slap me, something very uncharacteristic of her. She snickered that I looked so natural and just to drive home her status she turned to Katrina and kissed her then turned back to me, stuck her tongue out at me and said something like she was going to really enjoy seeing me get fucked this evening. I felt about two-inches high.
Throughout theses introductions, I continued to drool and by now copious amounts had streaked down my tits and found its way through my valley, under the bra and streaked down my tummy like tracks of slime.
The conversation turned to curious questions about me, sex and slavery. For the benefit of the new women Katrina went into a diatribe about my time with her, how she came to meet me, what she knew of my time with Jody, how she and Jody team me and really gave a lot of credit to her for conditioning me. Then she shared explicit details about some of our most intimate and outrageous moments … the beatings, humiliations, the teens, even the toilet play and browning. Joan and Fran added tidbits to it. Occasionally some one would direct a question to me which of course being gagged I could not answer, only grunt, nod and drool. On the subject of teens one of the women referred to me as the family fuck. Another one asked me if I got off on this stuff and I nodded.
Fran indicated she had a little demonstration in mind to show them what a whore I was and then she’d turn me over to them. I started quivering inside. She led me over to the credenza where she had some toys set out and picked up a crop and led me back to the center of the gathering. While lecturing the group on what a pain whore I was, she pulled my tits out the top of the lacy bra and let them flop over the edge of the fabric. My nipples were rock hard but she grasped them and shook my tits like two worthless mounds of flesh. I winced in pain. She made sure everybody saw the damp spot on my panties then pulled my panties down and told me to step out. I swear by this time I was throbbing all over
Fran swatted my nipples with the crop then landed a few strokes on my tits, still pulled out over the top of my bra. She pulled me around a few steps and swatted my nipples again, then led me some more and flailed my cunt with the crop a few times. I winced and screamed into the gag. Her audience was obviously amused. Then she turned me so my ass was to most of the women and went after my butt, landing multiple strokes on each cheek and continued down my upper thighs. Finally she released the leash and told me to bend at the waist and lower my head. She pushed me until my face was almost against my lower thighs and my butt a perfect target. Then she really went after my ass with the crop until I was constantly moaning into the gag. She had me separate my legs then tapped my cunt repeatedly with the crop until it made a squishy sound.
She left me standing and disappeared into the dining room, took something out of her china cabinet and returned with a large enameled bowl and set it on the floor. She pushed me down to a squatting position over the bowl and told me to piss. Struggling to maintain balance, I tried but the embarrassment of the situation somehow affected me. She swatted my cunt again and said piss bitch. And I did … at first in dribbles then a solid stream of piss filling the bowl. The new women laughed and Nora told Fran she wanted to fuck me but Fran told her not quite yet.
She removed the bowl and pulled me to a standing position, grabbed my leash and told the others to follow us. I had no clue what was going on. She led me out of the living room and down the hall to the bath at the end of the hall. They followed with their drinks in hand. When we entered the bathroom, I immediately saw her red bag hanging on the shower curtain rod and I though OMG. The women quickly picked up on it, too. Fran told them she wanted the clean me out because she figured my ass would get repeatedly fucked and she didn’t want any accidents. She asked if anybody wanted to do the honors and Francine quickly volunteered. She pushed me to my knees then pushed my upper body forward until my face was on the floor. Francine and Nora did the enema. I groaned into the gag, my face turned to my left side and looking toward the door where most of the women were standing. Fran told me to hold it 5 minutes. I was sweating when 5 minutes was up. They pulled me over to the commode and let me release and my Gawd was that embarrassing.
She placed a mirrored tray on the bathroom floor right under my face then removed the gag. When she did huge blobs my drool spilled out onto the tray. She swatted my ass and told me to get down and lick it off. In the mirrored tray I could plainly see my reflection and I have to say that was scary. I lowered my face to the floor and began licking.
She pulled me back to a kneeling position, raised her skirt exposing her sheer panties and told me to thank her properly. I licked and kissed her panty covered pussy then when she turned, I kissed her ass. But she turned back around, moved her panties aside and told me to open my mouth. She thrust her hips forward and released her piss at my face, bitching at me to get my mouth over her stream and drink her fucking piss. I did and they cackled.
When I finished Fran told the women that this is the caliber of whore they’re dealing with tonight; virtually anything goes.
Fran told me to stand. She unfastened the bondage straps around my upper arms and removed my handcuffs. Then she unfastened the bra and pulled that off me, leaving me with just the garter belt, hose and heels. She cuffed my hand in front of me this time, picked up the mirrored tray and told me to hold it in front of me with both hands, make myself useful and serve. I started taking drink orders and going for refills. There was lots of name calling and comments that Fran gave to neatest parties.
By this time the liquor was flowing nonstop and the whole mood of the party was really becoming loose. I got pinched and prodded. Nora told Fran she wanted to fuck the bitch; Fran said have a ball. So Nora beckoned me over, raised her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. She grabbed my leash and drew my face tightly against her pussy and I started licking this heavenly scented cunt that smelled like fresh pears or peaches. She was well trimmed and I had no difficulty in getting to her. I got Nora off fairly easily. Francine, though, wanted her turn. I was eating her when I felt someone stick her finger in my ass, lube it and shove a dildo in my ass. Francine had my face squeezed between her thighs and I don’t know who was fucking my ass. After I made Francine cumm they pulled me back on my feet, hands still cuffed in front of me. I was thrown over a low backed chair in the living room, my knees in the seat, my upper body facing the back of the chair. They wanted better access to my cunt and ass. Joan raised her skirt, had no panties on and shoved my face into her pussy. Someone had put on a strappy and shoved it in my cunt and slid it into me, it was huge. I screamed but whoever had the strappy on laughed and told I should be able to take it. I turned around for a moment to see who was fucking me; it was Trudie. She literally reamed me. When I’d made Joan cumm Rita took her place and I sucked on her cunt, munched on her labia (which she told me she wanted) and brought her off. Trudy in addition to fucking my cunt had stared whipping my ass with something. I screamed that I was going to cumm, lots of laughing and I did.
Joan by now was naked, put on the strappy and bitched at me how I was nothing but a fuck slave and how dare I think I was anything else. I’m sure she wanted to prove a point that she's now Katrina lover and number 1 and I’m reduced to fuck slave status. She rammed my ass. While she did, Trudie came in front of me, raised her skirt and had me eat her.
By now I’d eaten Katrina, Fran, Francine, Joan, Rita and Trudie; everybody but Bernice. .
All this was interrupted when Fran announced that dinner was ready. Katrina pulled me off the chair and removed the handcuffs. My face smeared with cumm and my cunt and ass were already sore. They sat down for dinner and relegated me to pouring wine at setting food on the table. When I was not doing something, I had to stand in a corner with my face pressed into the corner and my hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart to give everybody a clear view of my whipped ass. When any of the women needed something, I’d go do it.
Once during dinner when I was filling Joan's wine glass I inadvertently spilled some on her. She called me a clumsy bitch and told me to go get the crop. When I returned she threw me face down over the edge of the table, stepped back and beat my ass and upper thighs. The other women laughed their butts off. I moved my hands back to shield my ass from the blows but Francine, who was sitting directly across the table, reached across and grabbed my wrists and extended them across the table. Joan kept flailing away at my ass until I was begging and screaming. She pulled me back down to the floor, kicked me under the table and had me eat her pussy. I felt totally wretched. When she’d cumm, she told me to stand back in the whore’s corner. I did, facing the wall, my ass and legs above the tops of my hose totally stinging. When she finished eating, she called me back over, put her plate on the floor which still had some food on it and told me to get down on my belly and eat her left over’s. Gawd was she wicked! That idea caught on and Rita summoned me over next and told me to do the same thing. Rita said I was like a fucking bitch dog. Her words just humiliated me more. After I licked her plate clean she had me lick her pussy again.
Fran told them to keep going and she’d take care of getting the dessert, a cherry cheesecake. I got pushed and shoved from one woman to the other, sucking food off their fingers, eating it out of their hand or off their plate. The comparison to me and a hungry dog was constant and totally humiliating. As they ate dessert and drank coffee and brandy, the whole atmosphere turned wicked and what remaining clothes they had on, came off. Also, they took my heels, hose and garter belt off leaving me totally naked.
Fran, however, wanted me to take a few minutes to clear the table, rinse off the dishes and load the dishwasher. So while I did that some of them watched me and others went back into the living room. Those who stayed in the kitchen, Francine and Rita, really got raunchy. Francine bent over, smeared cheesecake into her ass and told me to lick. Rita watched. She started yelling and pinching and pawing me. Katrina came back to the kitchen and smeared more cheesecake in Francine’s ass for me to eat. I was protesting that I had to pee again and Katrina brought me the enameled bowl.
I ended up getting hauled into the space between the living room and dining room. Bernice, who I believe was the oldest one there and probably the flabbiest, was naked and down on knees and elbows, her huge ass stuck back. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight but I knew what would follow. They pushed me down and held my face against her ass and I started eating her. I knew the others were hovering over me, directing me to eat deeper, shouting, spiting and cursing at me. I remember someone saying that I was a piece of ass eating filth. I slipped a hand under Bernice and massaged her and kept working my tongue in and out of her plump ass. They’d pulled her ass cheeks as wide open as possible. One of them knelt behind me and began fingering my ass. I kept tonguing Bernice’s ass and frigging her pussy until she moaned out that she was going to heaven (which I took to mean she was about to cumm.) I made sure she did. but as soon and she crawled away and slumped to the floor, whoever was fingering my ass stopped, pulled my head back and slipped her fingers that had been in my ass into my mouth. I started sucking them clean.
I felt one of them behind me with a strappy. I heard someone say fuck that old white bitch’s ass. Someone handed me a drink and I drained it, don’t even know what it was. Rita got on all fours in front of me, stuck her bubble butt in my face and I began licking her ass. It was a series of cat calls, cursing, jeers. Someone was beating my back and my butt, there was a hand under me pulling my tits, it just seemed like hands were everywhere but the focus was me tonguing asses and them fucking my ass and cunt. I suppose it’s fair to say this was becoming an orgy, at least in my mine it was. I remember one of them blurting out that I was pathetic and it was pretty obvious I was getting in my grove; I told them I did not care what they did. I ate two more asses and I swear I don’t even remember whose. Trudie and Francine, I think. I’m pretty sure Joan was doing most of the ass fuck and so were Francine and probably Fran.
Fran said if we want to turn this into a pee party then get downstairs to the basement. I felt like a million hands were all over me and. I’m not sure my feet touched the steps on the ways down but we ended up in the basement, which like the rest of Fran’s house is neat as a pin. Fran put an old shower curtain down on the linoleum tile basement floor and some towels over that. I was shoved down on my back and I felt a stream of piss hit me. My eyes were closed and I remember cupping my tits and rubbing my hands over my body as one stream of piss after another soaked me.
Joan mounted my face and had me eat her and Fran followed her. I was lying there exhausted, covered in sweat, piss and cumm. My mouth tasted like a sewer and probably smelled as bad. Katrina had a vibe and pressed it against my cunt and told me to cumm. Rita leaned over me and I sucked her tits. I’d get right to the edge of a cumm and Katrina would stop, I’d beg and suck Rita some more and finally Katrina told me to let it go and cumm. I went into spasms and rocked off 3 cumms then literally melted against the floor.
That pretty much finished the evening. Nobody wanted to drive home because of the snow except Bernice who called her son and daughter-in-law to come pick her up. She left. I staggered into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with some Listerine.
Fran said she had plenty of bedrooms. I ended up back in the guest room with Nora and Trudy. I have no clue where everybody else slept. When we went into the guest room I saw it was about 1230 in the morning. I thought we’d sleep but Nora wanted to use me some more so I did her again and then Trudy. Once during the night when Trudy got up to pee she came back and had me eat her again. I was half asleep but somehow succeeded in getting her off. I woke up about 730 to pee, found my cell and sent Jody a message then I crashed again and didn’t wake up until around 1000. I ate both Nora and Trudie again then staggered out for some coffee and toast.
Francine and Rita had gone home so it was just Fran, Katrina, Joan, Trudie Nora and me. We talked some. I ended up eating Joan at the breakfast table. But I tell you, I was so fucked out I was numb while I did.
I showered and Gawd did that ever feel good. I dressed and thanked Fran and each one of them. I made it a point to see that everyone had my number.
When I arrived Fran immediately put me to work in the kitchen helping her do last minute things, arranging hors d'oeuvres on trays, etc. Around 630 or so, Katrina and Joan arrived. We exchanged hugs and kisses. Katrina suggested that Joan take over helping Fran and that I go dress. Fran said my things were laid out in the guest room.
I stopped to pee and went into the guest room. On the bed I found a lavender colored bra and thong set, garter belt and gorgeous matching lavender hose. Given Fran’s impeccable penchant for lingerie, I wasn’t too surprised. There was also a black leather collar, leash, a couple of bondage straps and a pair of handcuffs. I stripped nude and started putting on the lingerie.
Katrina came in with a martini for me and closed the door. I drank it and we talked. I told her that due to the snow storm I was prepared to stay overnight which delighted her. She reaffirmed this evening was something Fran had wanted to do for a long time and I’d better not screw up. Although she’d be around during the evening, Fran was in charge. If I had any questions, that’s who I should look to. I understood. I asked who was coming but didn’t get an answer. She sat in a comfy chair in the corner of the guest room raised her leather skirt and told me to eat her. I came over, and with as much love and respect as possible, licked on her pussy until she came.
Katrina fastened the leather collar around my neck, pulled my hands behind me and snapped the cuffs on my wrists. She cinched one of the bondage straps around my upper arms, pulling my elbows close together which thrust my tits out. While she was doing this I heard the door bell ring and Fran greet someone. My heart started beating a mile a minute. Katrina asked me if there was anything else I needed to say and I said not at the moment. She pushed the ball gag into my mouth, buckled it behind my head and told me to wait until she came back. She left the room and closed the door.
I heard someone else arrive, and the conversation picked up. There was a lot of subtle laughter. I tried to pick up on what I could hear, voices that I might be familiar with and all that. I thought I heard a voice that sounded like Francine, one of her friends. The mental impact of sitting there dressed the way Fran and Katrina wanted me plus being bound and gagged and listening to people arrive simply created an explosive tension and anticipation inside of me
Katrina returned and noticed drool seeping out of the corners of my mouth which was exactly what she wanted. She ordered me to stand and separate my legs. As soon as I did, she slipped her fingers under my panties and started rubbing through my cunt and pulling my labia until I was juicy. She snapped the leash on to the collar and told me everyone was here. She kissed my cheek and led me out the door.
I tottered out behind Katrina. My eyes caged wide open. The living room was filled with black women, some standing, others sitting but all of their eyes glued on me. I felt total shame and humiliation sweep over my face. There was laughter, refined giggles and smirks coming from faces that lit up like Christmas trees. I felt like a lamb being led to a slaughter. In addition to Fran and Joan, I recognized her friends Francine and Bernice but there were three other women I’d never seen before. Katrina led me to Fran who took control of the leash and in essence, me.
Fran introduced me as Yvette, her serving maid and whore. She slapped my face then turned me toward the center of the gathering then led me around in a circle which gave me the feeling I was some bitch in a dog show. She asked the group if I met their expectations. I can’t recall the specific responses but it was like everybody trying to talk at once and they all kept staring, giggling and smiling.
She first introduced me to Nora, one of the new women standing by the living room window. This woman was stunning, slim, short feathered hair, high angular cheekbones, probably around 40 and exquisitely dressed. Something about her reminded me of a grown up refined version of Sophia. She commented about my drooling mouth and wondered if my cunt was the same way, swiped a finger through my cunt and nodded yes. Next Fran introduced me to Trudie, probably my age, buzz cut hair and huge hoop earrings, slightly heavyset. She palmed my cunt. The other new woman was introduced as Rita, reddish tinged hair, also around 40 but it was hard to tell. Figure wise, she had the classic bubble butt but a shapely body and large breasts. She told me despite the elegant lingerie I had $40 hooker written all over me.
Fran took me over to Bernice who I’d been with once before. I know she’s mid 50’s and I remembered her body was somewhat flabby, large saggy tits that lay against her belly, numerous stretch marks but had unhesitatingly made me suck her ass back in April.
Fran led me to Francine. I’d been with her a few times and I know she has a penchant for being rough. She reminded me about the first time she was with me, fucking me with a strappy and paddling my ass until it was red. She didn’t have to; I well remembered.
Joan and Katrina were standing next to Francine and Joan took the opportunity to slap me, something very uncharacteristic of her. She snickered that I looked so natural and just to drive home her status she turned to Katrina and kissed her then turned back to me, stuck her tongue out at me and said something like she was going to really enjoy seeing me get fucked this evening. I felt about two-inches high.
Throughout theses introductions, I continued to drool and by now copious amounts had streaked down my tits and found its way through my valley, under the bra and streaked down my tummy like tracks of slime.
The conversation turned to curious questions about me, sex and slavery. For the benefit of the new women Katrina went into a diatribe about my time with her, how she came to meet me, what she knew of my time with Jody, how she and Jody team me and really gave a lot of credit to her for conditioning me. Then she shared explicit details about some of our most intimate and outrageous moments … the beatings, humiliations, the teens, even the toilet play and browning. Joan and Fran added tidbits to it. Occasionally some one would direct a question to me which of course being gagged I could not answer, only grunt, nod and drool. On the subject of teens one of the women referred to me as the family fuck. Another one asked me if I got off on this stuff and I nodded.
Fran indicated she had a little demonstration in mind to show them what a whore I was and then she’d turn me over to them. I started quivering inside. She led me over to the credenza where she had some toys set out and picked up a crop and led me back to the center of the gathering. While lecturing the group on what a pain whore I was, she pulled my tits out the top of the lacy bra and let them flop over the edge of the fabric. My nipples were rock hard but she grasped them and shook my tits like two worthless mounds of flesh. I winced in pain. She made sure everybody saw the damp spot on my panties then pulled my panties down and told me to step out. I swear by this time I was throbbing all over
Fran swatted my nipples with the crop then landed a few strokes on my tits, still pulled out over the top of my bra. She pulled me around a few steps and swatted my nipples again, then led me some more and flailed my cunt with the crop a few times. I winced and screamed into the gag. Her audience was obviously amused. Then she turned me so my ass was to most of the women and went after my butt, landing multiple strokes on each cheek and continued down my upper thighs. Finally she released the leash and told me to bend at the waist and lower my head. She pushed me until my face was almost against my lower thighs and my butt a perfect target. Then she really went after my ass with the crop until I was constantly moaning into the gag. She had me separate my legs then tapped my cunt repeatedly with the crop until it made a squishy sound.
She left me standing and disappeared into the dining room, took something out of her china cabinet and returned with a large enameled bowl and set it on the floor. She pushed me down to a squatting position over the bowl and told me to piss. Struggling to maintain balance, I tried but the embarrassment of the situation somehow affected me. She swatted my cunt again and said piss bitch. And I did … at first in dribbles then a solid stream of piss filling the bowl. The new women laughed and Nora told Fran she wanted to fuck me but Fran told her not quite yet.
She removed the bowl and pulled me to a standing position, grabbed my leash and told the others to follow us. I had no clue what was going on. She led me out of the living room and down the hall to the bath at the end of the hall. They followed with their drinks in hand. When we entered the bathroom, I immediately saw her red bag hanging on the shower curtain rod and I though OMG. The women quickly picked up on it, too. Fran told them she wanted the clean me out because she figured my ass would get repeatedly fucked and she didn’t want any accidents. She asked if anybody wanted to do the honors and Francine quickly volunteered. She pushed me to my knees then pushed my upper body forward until my face was on the floor. Francine and Nora did the enema. I groaned into the gag, my face turned to my left side and looking toward the door where most of the women were standing. Fran told me to hold it 5 minutes. I was sweating when 5 minutes was up. They pulled me over to the commode and let me release and my Gawd was that embarrassing.
She placed a mirrored tray on the bathroom floor right under my face then removed the gag. When she did huge blobs my drool spilled out onto the tray. She swatted my ass and told me to get down and lick it off. In the mirrored tray I could plainly see my reflection and I have to say that was scary. I lowered my face to the floor and began licking.
She pulled me back to a kneeling position, raised her skirt exposing her sheer panties and told me to thank her properly. I licked and kissed her panty covered pussy then when she turned, I kissed her ass. But she turned back around, moved her panties aside and told me to open my mouth. She thrust her hips forward and released her piss at my face, bitching at me to get my mouth over her stream and drink her fucking piss. I did and they cackled.
When I finished Fran told the women that this is the caliber of whore they’re dealing with tonight; virtually anything goes.
Fran told me to stand. She unfastened the bondage straps around my upper arms and removed my handcuffs. Then she unfastened the bra and pulled that off me, leaving me with just the garter belt, hose and heels. She cuffed my hand in front of me this time, picked up the mirrored tray and told me to hold it in front of me with both hands, make myself useful and serve. I started taking drink orders and going for refills. There was lots of name calling and comments that Fran gave to neatest parties.
By this time the liquor was flowing nonstop and the whole mood of the party was really becoming loose. I got pinched and prodded. Nora told Fran she wanted to fuck the bitch; Fran said have a ball. So Nora beckoned me over, raised her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. She grabbed my leash and drew my face tightly against her pussy and I started licking this heavenly scented cunt that smelled like fresh pears or peaches. She was well trimmed and I had no difficulty in getting to her. I got Nora off fairly easily. Francine, though, wanted her turn. I was eating her when I felt someone stick her finger in my ass, lube it and shove a dildo in my ass. Francine had my face squeezed between her thighs and I don’t know who was fucking my ass. After I made Francine cumm they pulled me back on my feet, hands still cuffed in front of me. I was thrown over a low backed chair in the living room, my knees in the seat, my upper body facing the back of the chair. They wanted better access to my cunt and ass. Joan raised her skirt, had no panties on and shoved my face into her pussy. Someone had put on a strappy and shoved it in my cunt and slid it into me, it was huge. I screamed but whoever had the strappy on laughed and told I should be able to take it. I turned around for a moment to see who was fucking me; it was Trudie. She literally reamed me. When I’d made Joan cumm Rita took her place and I sucked on her cunt, munched on her labia (which she told me she wanted) and brought her off. Trudy in addition to fucking my cunt had stared whipping my ass with something. I screamed that I was going to cumm, lots of laughing and I did.
Joan by now was naked, put on the strappy and bitched at me how I was nothing but a fuck slave and how dare I think I was anything else. I’m sure she wanted to prove a point that she's now Katrina lover and number 1 and I’m reduced to fuck slave status. She rammed my ass. While she did, Trudie came in front of me, raised her skirt and had me eat her.
By now I’d eaten Katrina, Fran, Francine, Joan, Rita and Trudie; everybody but Bernice. .
All this was interrupted when Fran announced that dinner was ready. Katrina pulled me off the chair and removed the handcuffs. My face smeared with cumm and my cunt and ass were already sore. They sat down for dinner and relegated me to pouring wine at setting food on the table. When I was not doing something, I had to stand in a corner with my face pressed into the corner and my hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart to give everybody a clear view of my whipped ass. When any of the women needed something, I’d go do it.
Once during dinner when I was filling Joan's wine glass I inadvertently spilled some on her. She called me a clumsy bitch and told me to go get the crop. When I returned she threw me face down over the edge of the table, stepped back and beat my ass and upper thighs. The other women laughed their butts off. I moved my hands back to shield my ass from the blows but Francine, who was sitting directly across the table, reached across and grabbed my wrists and extended them across the table. Joan kept flailing away at my ass until I was begging and screaming. She pulled me back down to the floor, kicked me under the table and had me eat her pussy. I felt totally wretched. When she’d cumm, she told me to stand back in the whore’s corner. I did, facing the wall, my ass and legs above the tops of my hose totally stinging. When she finished eating, she called me back over, put her plate on the floor which still had some food on it and told me to get down on my belly and eat her left over’s. Gawd was she wicked! That idea caught on and Rita summoned me over next and told me to do the same thing. Rita said I was like a fucking bitch dog. Her words just humiliated me more. After I licked her plate clean she had me lick her pussy again.
Fran told them to keep going and she’d take care of getting the dessert, a cherry cheesecake. I got pushed and shoved from one woman to the other, sucking food off their fingers, eating it out of their hand or off their plate. The comparison to me and a hungry dog was constant and totally humiliating. As they ate dessert and drank coffee and brandy, the whole atmosphere turned wicked and what remaining clothes they had on, came off. Also, they took my heels, hose and garter belt off leaving me totally naked.
Fran, however, wanted me to take a few minutes to clear the table, rinse off the dishes and load the dishwasher. So while I did that some of them watched me and others went back into the living room. Those who stayed in the kitchen, Francine and Rita, really got raunchy. Francine bent over, smeared cheesecake into her ass and told me to lick. Rita watched. She started yelling and pinching and pawing me. Katrina came back to the kitchen and smeared more cheesecake in Francine’s ass for me to eat. I was protesting that I had to pee again and Katrina brought me the enameled bowl.
I ended up getting hauled into the space between the living room and dining room. Bernice, who I believe was the oldest one there and probably the flabbiest, was naked and down on knees and elbows, her huge ass stuck back. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight but I knew what would follow. They pushed me down and held my face against her ass and I started eating her. I knew the others were hovering over me, directing me to eat deeper, shouting, spiting and cursing at me. I remember someone saying that I was a piece of ass eating filth. I slipped a hand under Bernice and massaged her and kept working my tongue in and out of her plump ass. They’d pulled her ass cheeks as wide open as possible. One of them knelt behind me and began fingering my ass. I kept tonguing Bernice’s ass and frigging her pussy until she moaned out that she was going to heaven (which I took to mean she was about to cumm.) I made sure she did. but as soon and she crawled away and slumped to the floor, whoever was fingering my ass stopped, pulled my head back and slipped her fingers that had been in my ass into my mouth. I started sucking them clean.
I felt one of them behind me with a strappy. I heard someone say fuck that old white bitch’s ass. Someone handed me a drink and I drained it, don’t even know what it was. Rita got on all fours in front of me, stuck her bubble butt in my face and I began licking her ass. It was a series of cat calls, cursing, jeers. Someone was beating my back and my butt, there was a hand under me pulling my tits, it just seemed like hands were everywhere but the focus was me tonguing asses and them fucking my ass and cunt. I suppose it’s fair to say this was becoming an orgy, at least in my mine it was. I remember one of them blurting out that I was pathetic and it was pretty obvious I was getting in my grove; I told them I did not care what they did. I ate two more asses and I swear I don’t even remember whose. Trudie and Francine, I think. I’m pretty sure Joan was doing most of the ass fuck and so were Francine and probably Fran.
Fran said if we want to turn this into a pee party then get downstairs to the basement. I felt like a million hands were all over me and. I’m not sure my feet touched the steps on the ways down but we ended up in the basement, which like the rest of Fran’s house is neat as a pin. Fran put an old shower curtain down on the linoleum tile basement floor and some towels over that. I was shoved down on my back and I felt a stream of piss hit me. My eyes were closed and I remember cupping my tits and rubbing my hands over my body as one stream of piss after another soaked me.
Joan mounted my face and had me eat her and Fran followed her. I was lying there exhausted, covered in sweat, piss and cumm. My mouth tasted like a sewer and probably smelled as bad. Katrina had a vibe and pressed it against my cunt and told me to cumm. Rita leaned over me and I sucked her tits. I’d get right to the edge of a cumm and Katrina would stop, I’d beg and suck Rita some more and finally Katrina told me to let it go and cumm. I went into spasms and rocked off 3 cumms then literally melted against the floor.
That pretty much finished the evening. Nobody wanted to drive home because of the snow except Bernice who called her son and daughter-in-law to come pick her up. She left. I staggered into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with some Listerine.
Fran said she had plenty of bedrooms. I ended up back in the guest room with Nora and Trudy. I have no clue where everybody else slept. When we went into the guest room I saw it was about 1230 in the morning. I thought we’d sleep but Nora wanted to use me some more so I did her again and then Trudy. Once during the night when Trudy got up to pee she came back and had me eat her again. I was half asleep but somehow succeeded in getting her off. I woke up about 730 to pee, found my cell and sent Jody a message then I crashed again and didn’t wake up until around 1000. I ate both Nora and Trudie again then staggered out for some coffee and toast.
Francine and Rita had gone home so it was just Fran, Katrina, Joan, Trudie Nora and me. We talked some. I ended up eating Joan at the breakfast table. But I tell you, I was so fucked out I was numb while I did.
I showered and Gawd did that ever feel good. I dressed and thanked Fran and each one of them. I made it a point to see that everyone had my number.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Feb 6, 2010: With Whitney and Karen
Blog 10 02 06 Whitney
The plan for this afternoon was I’d leave my house around 2:00 and drive down close to their house. Around 2:20, while I was picking up a coffee at Starbucks. I got a call on the cell from Whitney saying they were alone now. I was within minutes of their house. Whitney told me that she’d swing by and pick me up. Within 5 minutes she and Karen drove up. I got in their car and we headed back to her house although I wasn’t keen on this arrangement. I asked where their mom was and she replied she’d gone to a movie with a friend.
She drove into the garage and we went in. Both of them were in tight jeans and tops. We wasted little time and went straight to their mom’s bedroom. Within seconds I was on my knees, half undressed and Whitney standing in front of me, her ass pouched back in my face. She lowered her jeans just below her hips and I began caressing and kissing her ass. She began whispering to me that I was the biggest whore on earth and at that moment I couldn’t have agreed more. I told her how much I’d missed them both and worked her jeans and panties off while she shed her sweatshirt and bra. I worked my tongue against her hole. Karen in the meantime had stripped completely and I turned to her and kissed her precious ass.
I’d stripped down to only Tonya’s panties which wowed them. The other 4 pair I had from last time, I’d brought back with me.
With Whitney orchestrating, we quickly ended up on Tonya’s bed, me on my back, Karen sitting over my face and Whitney squeezing my cunt, name calling me and telling me how much fun it was to fuck me. I blurted out how much I enjoyed them. Some things I’ve learned about Whitney; she loves to see me eat Karen and she has a fascination with us having sex in her mom’s bedroom and me wearing her mom’s clothes. Since I didn’t bring my toy bag with me, Whitney got one of her moms dildos, a battery powered long curved gel one, which she inserted in my cunt. Karen really held back, giggling and almost laughing. I shifted her position slightly so I could work a finger into her pussy and focused my mouth at her clitty. She went ape at this combination and I just kept going until I felt her bear down and flood me. That sent me over the edge and I begged Whitney for permission. She told me “no”.Frustrated I begged more but she again denied me. Instead, she slid a pillow under her butt, separated her legs, teased me with her glistening pussy, and then told me to come get her. I slithered across the bed, kissed her breasts and buried myself in her crotch. She came and came again.
She kissed me, went to her mom’s closet and took a pair of dirty panties out of the hamper. I knew what she wanted. I took them; a floral design pair trimmed in beige lace, and slipped them on. Whitney again directed the show, told me to stand at the foot of Tonya’s bed facing the dresser and large mirror directly opposite the footboard of the bed. She handed me the battery powered dildo and had me run it over the outside of the panties and against my cunt. I wanted to shove it in me but again Whitney denied me what I wanted and snorted she was in charge. I began buzzing my cunt, leaning slightly forward and playing with my tits. Whitney and Karen stood on either side of me and we all looked in the mirror at my slutty actions. Whitney berated me to no end, chided me, called me names and I buzzed myself and said yes to about everything she said. I was on fire. She told me to cumm and gets my goo all over her mom’s panties and believe me, I did. She held her hand over mine and pressed the dildo straight at my cunt and pushed the fabric inside me. She kept chiding me with bitch, whore, cunt, words, she said she owned me and I screamed out a yes and came again. She told me I’d do anything for a cumm and in total frenzy, I said yes. She moved in front of me and shoved me hard until I fell backwards, my thighs and upper body on the bed, my knees resting on the edge of the foot board and my lower legs dangling over the foot board.
She darted out of the room for a split second and came back with a handful of new rope, telling me she knew how much I loved ropes and she had her own now and she’d began thinking of ways to tie me. That excited me. She tied ropes around each ankle and pulled my legs apart; knees still draped over the footboard, and tied each ankle loosely to the footboard posts. I buzzed myself off to another orgasm with her leaning over me bitching at me and spitting on me. At this point she roped my wrists together in front of me. She scrambled up on the bed and ground her cunt in my face until she’d cumm. Karen was mostly a bystander at this point.
She bit my nipples, teased me then tied another rope to the rope around my wrists. Then she pulled my arms over my head and tied the end to the headboard, leaving me in a Y position. She said she owned me and she thought she’d walk out of the house and leave me tied this way until Tonya came home. I screamed god no. She sneered again and said her mom would kick my ass if she found me this way, tied up on her bed, wearing her panties and her dildo in my cunt. She turned to Karen and said lets go. They picked up their clothes and left the room momentarily. I called out for them and lay there in a panic. They returned laughing and Whitney picked up the dildo, turned it on and buzzed me and I swear I came in 10 seconds. I told her that was fucking fantastic.
She told me I was a trip and how much I got off on being used. I responded that she drove me insane. She untied me and told me to eat Karen one more time. I sucked on her nipples then licked down her tummy until my mouth was devouring her cunt. When we’d calmed, they dressed and told me to take Tonya’s panties off and put on another pair of soiled ones which I did. I washed my face and dressed.
Whitney drove back over to the Starbucks where my car was parked. We went in and I bought them coffee and cookies. I asked when spring break was and if they planned to do anything special. (Spring break is April 5-9 with a weekend on each end of that.) They have no plans. I asked if they enjoyed going to the beach and of course they did.
I didn’t take the conversation beyond that. Whitney demanded to see me again and of course I agreed. I thanked them and left.
The plan for this afternoon was I’d leave my house around 2:00 and drive down close to their house. Around 2:20, while I was picking up a coffee at Starbucks. I got a call on the cell from Whitney saying they were alone now. I was within minutes of their house. Whitney told me that she’d swing by and pick me up. Within 5 minutes she and Karen drove up. I got in their car and we headed back to her house although I wasn’t keen on this arrangement. I asked where their mom was and she replied she’d gone to a movie with a friend.
She drove into the garage and we went in. Both of them were in tight jeans and tops. We wasted little time and went straight to their mom’s bedroom. Within seconds I was on my knees, half undressed and Whitney standing in front of me, her ass pouched back in my face. She lowered her jeans just below her hips and I began caressing and kissing her ass. She began whispering to me that I was the biggest whore on earth and at that moment I couldn’t have agreed more. I told her how much I’d missed them both and worked her jeans and panties off while she shed her sweatshirt and bra. I worked my tongue against her hole. Karen in the meantime had stripped completely and I turned to her and kissed her precious ass.
I’d stripped down to only Tonya’s panties which wowed them. The other 4 pair I had from last time, I’d brought back with me.
With Whitney orchestrating, we quickly ended up on Tonya’s bed, me on my back, Karen sitting over my face and Whitney squeezing my cunt, name calling me and telling me how much fun it was to fuck me. I blurted out how much I enjoyed them. Some things I’ve learned about Whitney; she loves to see me eat Karen and she has a fascination with us having sex in her mom’s bedroom and me wearing her mom’s clothes. Since I didn’t bring my toy bag with me, Whitney got one of her moms dildos, a battery powered long curved gel one, which she inserted in my cunt. Karen really held back, giggling and almost laughing. I shifted her position slightly so I could work a finger into her pussy and focused my mouth at her clitty. She went ape at this combination and I just kept going until I felt her bear down and flood me. That sent me over the edge and I begged Whitney for permission. She told me “no”.Frustrated I begged more but she again denied me. Instead, she slid a pillow under her butt, separated her legs, teased me with her glistening pussy, and then told me to come get her. I slithered across the bed, kissed her breasts and buried myself in her crotch. She came and came again.
She kissed me, went to her mom’s closet and took a pair of dirty panties out of the hamper. I knew what she wanted. I took them; a floral design pair trimmed in beige lace, and slipped them on. Whitney again directed the show, told me to stand at the foot of Tonya’s bed facing the dresser and large mirror directly opposite the footboard of the bed. She handed me the battery powered dildo and had me run it over the outside of the panties and against my cunt. I wanted to shove it in me but again Whitney denied me what I wanted and snorted she was in charge. I began buzzing my cunt, leaning slightly forward and playing with my tits. Whitney and Karen stood on either side of me and we all looked in the mirror at my slutty actions. Whitney berated me to no end, chided me, called me names and I buzzed myself and said yes to about everything she said. I was on fire. She told me to cumm and gets my goo all over her mom’s panties and believe me, I did. She held her hand over mine and pressed the dildo straight at my cunt and pushed the fabric inside me. She kept chiding me with bitch, whore, cunt, words, she said she owned me and I screamed out a yes and came again. She told me I’d do anything for a cumm and in total frenzy, I said yes. She moved in front of me and shoved me hard until I fell backwards, my thighs and upper body on the bed, my knees resting on the edge of the foot board and my lower legs dangling over the foot board.
She darted out of the room for a split second and came back with a handful of new rope, telling me she knew how much I loved ropes and she had her own now and she’d began thinking of ways to tie me. That excited me. She tied ropes around each ankle and pulled my legs apart; knees still draped over the footboard, and tied each ankle loosely to the footboard posts. I buzzed myself off to another orgasm with her leaning over me bitching at me and spitting on me. At this point she roped my wrists together in front of me. She scrambled up on the bed and ground her cunt in my face until she’d cumm. Karen was mostly a bystander at this point.
She bit my nipples, teased me then tied another rope to the rope around my wrists. Then she pulled my arms over my head and tied the end to the headboard, leaving me in a Y position. She said she owned me and she thought she’d walk out of the house and leave me tied this way until Tonya came home. I screamed god no. She sneered again and said her mom would kick my ass if she found me this way, tied up on her bed, wearing her panties and her dildo in my cunt. She turned to Karen and said lets go. They picked up their clothes and left the room momentarily. I called out for them and lay there in a panic. They returned laughing and Whitney picked up the dildo, turned it on and buzzed me and I swear I came in 10 seconds. I told her that was fucking fantastic.
She told me I was a trip and how much I got off on being used. I responded that she drove me insane. She untied me and told me to eat Karen one more time. I sucked on her nipples then licked down her tummy until my mouth was devouring her cunt. When we’d calmed, they dressed and told me to take Tonya’s panties off and put on another pair of soiled ones which I did. I washed my face and dressed.
Whitney drove back over to the Starbucks where my car was parked. We went in and I bought them coffee and cookies. I asked when spring break was and if they planned to do anything special. (Spring break is April 5-9 with a weekend on each end of that.) They have no plans. I asked if they enjoyed going to the beach and of course they did.
I didn’t take the conversation beyond that. Whitney demanded to see me again and of course I agreed. I thanked them and left.
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