Mar 28 2010: Animalistic Behavior with Katrina and Joan

Katrina asked me come down this afternoon so I arranged to be out, left here around 1:00, When I arrived Katrina was dressed in red lingerie, Joan in beige which against her caramel colored skin made her look very sophisticated and demure. I was ordered to strip nude and remained so the entire time. I served them wine and we talked about yesterday with Whitney and the possible dynamics of the girls, Tonya, and speculated on where this might go and what Tonya might know at this stage.

We went down to Katrina’s playroom and I ate Joan while Katrina watched. Joan then put a collar and leash on me, led me around and made me do dog tricks. The more we did, the more outrageous it became but I did sit and beg, roll over, stay on all 4’s and lift a leg to pee in a pan, and things like that.

Joan led me over to Katrina and I ate her until Katrina strapped a head harness on me with a dildo protruding outward. I used that to fuck her pussy then Joan's while they heaped the dirty talk on me. To them it was a make myself useful routine; they got a charge out of it and I did too. Katrina removed my harness and both of them put on strappys and fucked my mouth, ass and cunt. (We were well into the second bottle of wine by this time.) However, through all of this, I wasn’t allowed to cumm, spent most of the time paraded around on all 4’s, continually peed in the pan and my ass, shoulders, pussy and tits beaten with a variety of things. I also wasn’t allowed to speak; only bark. In short they made a mockery of me as a human being and brought out the animalistic side of my slutiness to the max. I brought each of them off several times and when I did, they’d pat my head and tell me good doggy.

They knew I was on edge and had me begging (by barking and whimpering) that I’d do anything for a cumm. To accomplish the cumms, they put a remote controlled Venus butterfly on me, inserted the vibrating butt plug, put fresh batteries in the rabbit and a metallic vibe. They tied my hands behind me and blindfolded me and left me kneeling in the basement floor while they went upstairs to do something (have no idea what).

When they came back I was allowed to beg in human language for a cumm. They laid me in the floor (still tied and blindfolded) and began switching the remotes to the butterfly and butt plug on and off. They’d insert the rabbit get me going and withdraw it, same with the vibe against my clit and teasing my nipples with it. then they turned everything on at once and literally sent me to the moon and back with orgasms. The blindfold prevented me from seeing who had what remote or where the vibe and or rabbit would end up next. I’d get a few seconds of rest and they’d start again until I was drained and telling them I couldn’t do anymore. (I’d pissed a couple of times during this also and was scolded.) My protestations meant nothing. They’d whip me with the crop then started again. The last two orgasms I had with them doing all the above plus snapping a clothes pin on and off my clit were like being consumed with fire. Finally they both pissed on me and it stopped. I’d orgasmed so much I could barely talk. They pulled the butt plug out, removed the blindfold and called me a depraved doggy bitch. True, so true..

After they’d untied my hands I hugged them and shed tears of joy. Eventually I mopped up the pee and cleaned the playroom then half walked, half crawled upstairs for coffee. We talked a few minutes. One of Frayne’s friends that I’ve met has some interest in using me again as does mystery woman and she may require an overnight. Also Katrina wants Joan to meet Whitney and Karen very soon.

I got home around 6:00. My hips and thighs ache right now from all the activity plus my knees ache from all the crawling. My cunt still feels like there’s a dildo in it and my tits and ass have an erotic sensation from being whipped.

Mar 27 2010: Cleaning for Whitney

This was an obvious offshoot of the cleaning lady farce Whitney perpetuated last weekend. Tonya unknowingly set things in motion mid week when she told the girls she was working Saturday and one of their chores was she expected them to clean the house while she was gone. Whitney and I had exchanged several phone calls about this but I agreed I’d do it for them.

I got there around 1045, Tonya was at work as anticipated, Whitney and Karen were lounging around in the living room watching TV; Whitney was in a t-shirt and panties and Karen in sweatshirt and tights. They kidded me good naturedly that I better do this right so their mom wouldn’t get mad at them.

Whitney gave me a list of what her mom wanted done: clean both hers and Karen’s bedrooms, the adjoining bathroom; clean her mom’s bedroom and bath; the kitchen, dust the living room and dining room and vacuum the whole house plus clean the powder room on the main floor. Also she wanted all the bed linens changed and fresh sheets on all the beds and the soiled ones washed, dried and folded. I went wow, that’s a tall order.

Whitney told me that from conversations with Jas that when I cleaned Susan's last year, I did it naked. She and Karen thought it would be kind of neat if I did the same thing. I stood there with a blank expression on my face, pointed to the list and asked… so you want me to clean all this while I’m naked? They broke into giggles and said yeah. I sighed and removed my clothes. I asked where the cleaning things were.

Whitney said she’d show me but there was something I needed to do first; make them happy. They pushed me around some, played grab ass with me, tweaked my nipples and such until Whitney pushed me at Karen who pulled me down on the sofa with her. I pulled her tights and panties off, slid between her legs, kissed her tummy then up to her small breasts and kissed and sucked them. Whitney told me to eat her and guided my head down to karen’s pussy. Whitney told me to stick a finger in her sisters ass as I ate her, I did and felt her slowly building up and cooing until she came.

I shifted over in front of Whitney who by this time was stark naked and kneeling on the sofa with her ass cheeks spread apart. I kissed her hole, then her cunt which was thoroughly slick. While I ate her I pushed my finger into her hole and worked it up her ass as far as I could. I kept at it until she went into spasms. We shared a few minutes of afterglow and I told them how special this is becoming to me. She giggled that now I some something to keep me going, start cleaning and if I did a good job, there’d be more.

She pointed out where I’d find things and to start upstairs in their rooms and made me promise I wouldn’t cumm until I was finished. Almost reluctant to leave them, I went upstairs and stripped the linens off their beds, threw them in the washer and began in Karen’s room, then did Whitney's and finally the connecting bathroom. Once Whitney came up to check on me and tease me a little bit with some butt rubs and had me kiss her ass a few times.

I went over Tonya’s room and stripped her bed linens, took them to the washer, the sheets from Karen and Whitney's beds in the dryer and kept going. I did Tonya’s bathroom, then put fresh sheets on her bed. As I did I recalled the number of times the girls had used that bed to fuck me. I worked my way downstairs, did the kitchen and powder room, then went back and put the clean sheets on the girl’s beds. I vacuumed the upstairs including the spare room.

I returned downstairs, cleaned and mopped the kitchen, and while they continued to watch TV, cleaned the remaining rooms downstairs. My vacuuming interrupted their TV watching so they went upstairs to a small TV in Whitney's room. Finally I was finished and went upstairs to let them know. Whitney said I could either fix them lunch or order out. We settled on Chinese and called a place that delivered. Of course, I paid for it. They answered the door with my money in hand. There was none of this fooling around and answer the door naked stuff like I experienced with Britney two years ago.

We ate at the kitchen table and talked. I was still nude. I asked what they were doing spring break. Whitney may go with friends but that’s not settled yet and Karen can’t go because she’s too young. At that I laughed … too young to go on spring break without her mom but old enough to fist me on her mom’s bed. The irony of that got to me.

Oddly enough, Whitney asked me if I was seeing Mavis and I replied yes but not lately. She likes Mavis, thinks she’s really sweet and was a big help that day when we all went over. We ended up calling her, put her on speaker phone and related what went on last weekend and what I’d done today. She was totally supportive. Then Whitney wanted to talk to Mavis in private. She sent me to the garage, and told me to sweep it while she talked to Mavis. Karen locked me in the garage. It was only about 60 degrees here today and the garage was chilly, especially with no sunshine coming in and I surely wasn’t about to open the garage door since I was still nude. The whole time I cleaned the garage I wondered what they were up to.

After that call, Whitney unlocked the garage door and let me back in. I asked what that was about and she giggled. We went upstairs to Tonya’s bedroom, put a towel on the bed and got her dildo. Whitney and Karen lay side by side on Tonya’s bed and Whitney motioned me to her pussy. As I ate Whitney, she pulled Karen to her and kissed her and Karen rubbed her breasts. That’s the first time I’ve seen them do that and it really turned me on. I knew I built her quickly but she made it last until she just fell back on the bed and exploded. I immediately moved to Karen and began eating her. Whitney leaned over and began kissing her again. Karen was wiggling like she was out of control. I licked down at her ass and Whitney began rubbing Karen’s cunt. The impact was stunning, not only on Karen but also on me. I went after her with a passion like I can’t remember. Karen wanted to cumm but Whitney made her hold it until she couldn’t stand anymore. And my gawd did that girl cumm and squirt! We moved to the floor and I got on all fours. Whitney got behind me and began fucking me with the dildo. Karen positioned herself on her knees and elbows so that her ass was in my face. Her pussy was too sensitive to touch and I pressed my mouth to her ass and sucked on her while Whitney fucked me. I didn’t last long and came twice.

I lay there in a sweat. Truthfully I could have done it all over again. But by now it was after 3:30 and Whitney figured Tonya would be home anytime after 4:00. I smoothed out the bed then lit scented candles on Tonya’s dresser and vacuumed the floor again to make the carpet look fresh. I went into the bath the girls share and washed off.

That was about it. I dressed and thanked them then left.

Note: Whitney called me around 8:00 tonight and said her mom was thrilled with the house. They were very noncommittal at first but finally told her mom I did it as a favor. Now her mom is really curious as to why I did. Whitney said her mom found my panties, the ones Karen had from last Sunday, in her closet floor and wanted to know whose they were. I told Whitney they were definitely not there when I cleaned. She laughed and said they put them there after I left today. I asked why … Whitney responded just to keep me on edge and her mom guessing. I’m beside myself.

Mar 21 2010: Meeting Whitney's mom, Tonja

For several weeks there has been an undercurrent, a demand if you will, for me to meet Whitney’s mom, Tonja. Much of this depended on Whitney putting something together on her end. A few days ago Whitney told me this weekend would work and I set aside the time. On Sunday, Whitney called around 12:30 and said where they were going and for me to arrive at a particular mall in about an hour. Also she told me to follow her lead about how we know each other but she wasn’t specific how she intended to present our connection. That left me uncomfortable but I said okay.

I dressed in a denim mini, shell top and a zipped hoodie, medium wedge heels bra and thong and left around 1:00. I got 2 other calls from her telling me what stores they were in. When I entered the mall I called Whitney's cell to let her know I was there. She called back in a few minutes to tell me they were headed to a restaurant at the east entrance to get a snack. I changed directions, headed toward the east entrance and saw them. Whitney waved; I waved back, walked over and said hi. Whitney introduced me to Tonja. We chit chatted a moment until Whitney said they were going to get an ice cream sundae and would I want to join them? Timidly and not too seem overly intrusive, I said something like that’d be nice but I didn’t want to horn in on their shopping.

Tonja asked how I know her daughters. Before I could open my mouth, Whitney interjected that she’d originally met me by chance at the coffee shop, and found out I ran a cleaning service and I was the one she’d invited to their house a couple of afternoons to get an estimate on cleaning their place, plus she’d even taken me out to her grandmothers house (the one where Jas, Whitney, Karen and the others kept me in the dingy basement that weekend back in the fall) to see how much it’d take to clean that place. My mouth fell open at this crock.

I don’t think Tonja bought all this crap but didn’t want to appear dismissive. She asked me if I had a business card; I said not with me. We walked to the east entrance and entered the restaurant. Even though a couple of tables were open, Whitney told the hostess to find us a booth. We waited about 5 minutes until they cleared one. In that time, I tried to do chit chat with Tonja, understood she was an accountant, etc. Overall she was polite but not overly gushy and probably still trying to make sense of me knowing her daughters. I don’t think there was suspicion of intimacy, which was good. I could tell that Whitney was sort of in charge of this setting and Tonja was going along with it but probably wanted for this to be over.

When we were shown to a booth, Whitney and Karen arranged it so I was sitting against the wall, my right side against the wall. Karen slid in next to me. Whitney sat across from me, and her mom sat next to her. Almost immediately I feel Whitney’s toes pressing between my thighs. I looked at Whitney with a “what-in-the-hell-do-you-think-you’re-doing” look. I saw her cut a glance at Karen who smirked and I felt her right hand drifts to my left thigh and pull up the mini.

The first thing that went through my mind was I’m trapped in the booth and the second thing I think is these two little devils had meticulously planned this. I brushed Karen’s hand away. As for Whitney's foot resting between my thighs, I mouthed the words in silence “please stop” while her mom browsed the menu. She didn’t stop so I pushed her foot away with my right hand under the table. She shot me a nasty look and again rested her foot on the edge of my seat between my thighs.

Before I could attempt to move her foot again the waitress came by and took our order. As soon as she left, Tonja went to ladies room. When Tonja was out of hearing range I shot Whitney a look and said what’s this crap about me having a cleaning business and knock off the foot stuff, please.

She got really serious and told me that I’m the one who’ll knock it off and as for the cleaning business what did I want her to tell her mom? That I was slut who loved to be used by her daughters? Besides she knew from Jas I cleaned for Susan and some others. Then she said when her mom comes back to the table, I am ask her (Whitney) for permission to use the restroom where I’ll remove my panties, put them in the left pocket of my hoodie, come back and sit down. She wanted her foot against my bare cunt. If I disobeyed her, she’d create a scene in a heartbeat. Then she told me I’d been sloughing off and she expected to see my cunt a hell of a lot more than she had and I better flirt with her mom. I’ve never seen her so serious since the first time I met her in October. .

By that time the waitress brought our order and then her mom returned. I timidly asked Whitney if I could be excused; I needed to use the restroom. Karen let me out of the booth. Feeling strangely humiliated, I went into the restroom, found a stall and did what she wanted. When I came back and Karen had let me into the booth, I felt Karen’s hand slip into my left pocket and take my panties. I tried to make small talk with Tonja but I was distracted as Whitney's foot immediately returned to my bare cunt and Karen’s right hand pulled my skirt up above my hip and felt me.

What went on underneath the table was impossible to ignore. They intermittently took turns freely taking control of my cunt and manipulating me to the point I could barely carry on a train of thought.

But above the table they practiced a milder form of torment and teasing. Whitney, and to a lesser degree Karen when I looked in her direction, would give me haughty looks, or if Tonja was looking away, they’d make faces at me, or lick their lips, flick their tongue and smile wickedly. At times they’d do things with their sundae’s, licking the whipped cream off the back of their spoons or letting melted ice cream drizzle back into the dish or sucking on the cherry and dipping it back into the melted mess and sucking it again; symbolic gestures which weren’t lost on me.

I kept trying to make Tonja talk about anything. She talked about her mom’s old farmhouse and how she, her sister and brother were debating what to do with the place since her mom was too infirmed to ever live there again. She asked inquisitively to be sure I’d been there (this suddenly trumped up visit to give an estimate on what I’d charge to clean the place from top to bottom.) I acknowledged I’d been there. What I didn’t acknowledge was the flashbacks of the two days I’d spend there being fucked by Jasmine, Whitney and the others. At the mention of me being there, Karen gave my cunt a sharp pinch and Whitney said … yeah, she’s been there alright. Tonja gave Whitney a funny look but went on to say they’d considered selling the place (which they didn’t want to do) or maybe fixing it up and her moving there. She related it’d take a lot of fixing plus she didn’t know what she’d do with that storm cellar. At that remark, Whitney jammed her toes into my cunt and said, “yeah, Eve, what would you do with the storm cellar” and licked ice cream off her spoon in a totally suggestive way. 
When the waitress brought the bill, Tonja took it before I could and told the girls she wanted to go home and rest. She told me it was nice to meet me but I knew it was more polite than sincere. As she turned to get out of the booth, Whitney mouthed that you just never know where Eve will turn up. While Tonja stood in line to pay, Whitney snickered at me about how I felt running around without panties.

About an hour after I got home Whitney called and asked my opinion on how it went. I told her she put me in a terribly awkward position and the cunt teasing drove me nuts. She remarked that in a way when we’re together she and Karen really do own my cunt and they could have made it a lot more awkward by letting their mom know some things and sometime they might.

I asked what her mom thought. She thinks her mom likes me because otherwise she wouldn’t have talked that much. However she questioned Whitney more on how we met, why she’s just now hearing about some white woman stopping by weeks ago and is really curious why she (Whitney) took me to the farmhouse without her knowledge. Whitney is 100% sure Tonja doesn’t have a clue about the sex. Personally, I’m not 100% sure Whitney’s right.

Nonetheless, Whitney says I owe her a visit very soon to thank her in a special way. I agreed.

Mar 18 2010: Cass and Rhonda here

This didn't go quite as i hoped but here are the details ...

I spent the afternoon nude and fixing things in the kitchen. I wanted them to have something to eat when they arrived. Lasagna and salad seemed logical.

Cass let me know Rhonda was coming too. Although I was instructed to be in Cassidy’s panties only, I added a short mid thigh oriental silk purple and gold robe and heels. My rationale was I knew a lot of this is new to Cass and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

They arrived around 5:30 dressed in their softball uniforms. We exchanged hugs, went back to the kitchen, talked about their game, they drank tons of water then asked for beer. Then they filled their bellies with food. I poured myself a glass of wine and nibbled at food. During dinner I wanted to devour them right there. I asked if I could wash their sweaty, dirt smeared uniforms. Rhonda giggled that I just wanted to get them naked but they undressed down to bras and panties and I tossed their uniforms and socks into the washer.

I told them I’d also wash them. Cass giggled and asked me why. I told them I enjoyed them and wanted them to feel special but would not initiate anything they didn’t want to. Rhonda went to pee, Cass followed. They came back and Rhonda stood by my chair. I kissed her tummy, and then cupped her butt cheeks. I could smell her cunt and kissed her panty. She asked what I wanted … I was suddenly nervous. Rhonda kept prodding me, asking if what I told Cass Tuesday night was true, that I wanted to be pushed around. Now I felt really awkward but I nodded. She pulled me out of the chair by grabbing my robe and in one fluid motion yanked it off me and threw it at me. She bitched at me about standing there in Cass’s panties and how damp they were. Cass laughed. Rhonda said she should spank me for being such a tramp, told me to get something that she could use. I blushed again and asked if a wooden spoon from the kitchen would do. She shoved me back into the kitchen several times and told me to get it. When I open the drawer to get it, she came behind me and yanked the panties down my legs, grabbed the spoon from me and hit my ass several times. She kept shoving me out of the kitchen, across the hall and into the great room. Cass followed, still sucking on her beer.

Cass settled on one end of the sofa, Rhonda, her hand firmly attached to my hair, sat more toward the middle. She told me to lie across her lap with my head towards Cass. I did. Cass pulled her panties off, put her left leg up over the back of the sofa, right foot on the floor sitting so she faced down the sofa. I knew she was teasing me. Rhonda hit my ass several times and told me to wiggle forward until my face was at Cassidy’s pussy. Cass sucked on her beer, and then finally said to me ... go on, she wanted me to taste her. I began licking at her sweaty pussy, and buried my face. Rhonda gave up on the spoon and used her hand to whack my bare butt. She’d hit me, rub her finger at my rose and spank me some more. I kept eating Cass until she finally worked herself off on my tongue and came. She was panting but said … more, I want another one. I obliged her without hesitating. Rhonda was laughing at me, she pulled her panties and bra off and shoved me off the sofa and stood over me with her feet on each side of my upper body. I was staring up into her pussy. I said please lets go upstairs to my bedroom, please. She said no, right here, and knelt over my face. I ate her until she coated my face. Cass rubbed the sole of her foot over my pussy until the friction made me cumm. I brought Rhonda off easily. Of the two, she's much quicker to reach orgasm.

I got up to get them another beer, noticed the washer had stopped, threw the things in the dryer. I came back with beer, Cass was on her cell; the conversation didn’t sound too pleasant … turned out to be her mom. She left the room and kept talking. Rhonda shook her head that it wasn’t good.

Cass came back and shouted bitch, bitch, bitch and said her mom was on the warpath; she probably better get home. She started crying and I hugged her, told her to take it easy, let her cry it out and get over her anger. We talked about options for the evening but ultimately there weren’t any.

I asked them to at least take a few minutes and shower. We went up to the double shower in the master bathroom and we all got in. I washed them both, shampooed their hair, rubbed their shoulders and massaged their backs, gave them the royal treatment and made them feel as special as possible.

I got their things out of the dryer and they dressed. Cass apologized to me and said this wasn’t how she intended the evening to end. I told her I was there for her if she ever needed to talk. She hugged me and whispered on my shoulder that she wished I was her mom. I smiled and said ... honey, I do too. I told her if she ever needed to crash somewhere for any reason, my place is hers.

They left and I sat here in a mild funk then straightened things up.

March 10, 2010: Cassidy

Blog 10 03 10, Cassidy

Hi. They tried to play the game in the rain but finally called it off around 3:45pm. Rhonda called me and said they'd swing by for a few minutes. She, Cassidy and Kaitlin (who I met at Stephanie’s a couple of times) all came. i knew we didn't have a lot of time... anyway, i made iced tea and threw together basic chicken sandwiches, fritos and dip. nobody complained.

They had their uniforms on ... drove me gaga, we hugged, some kissing and butt rubbing. Kaitlin thought that was me she saw last week out there watching them.

When Cassidy went to pee, I followed her and watched. She asked me if i was crushing on her... i nodded and said ... something like that, yes. then i asked her if i could have the panties she had on. she gave me this cold stare and asked if that's all i wanted. i said no... i really want to lick your sweaty pussy.

She said ... thought so... and took her uniform pants and panties off, leaned back against the sink. She had on everything else, top, bra, even athletic socks and shoes. I got on my knees and sniffed her... licked... licked at her pee residue and started tonguing her.

I kept licking and she told me that's all I got today... I asked for more, she said I was wicked. She seriously wasn't going to let me do more but I kept flicking my tongue, telling her I at least wanted her scent on me.

She told me...oh hell, then get it... I went for it .... she asked me to frig myself while I ate her... I gladly did ... pulled my skirt off so she could watch me ... asked her to call me a slut.

Rhonda and Kaitlin were calling out from the kitchen... hey what are you too doing in there... we didn't answer... i brought her off, not a huge cumm but gave her a thrill and the satisfaction. I was still frigging. Told her to talk dirty to me, call me slut, slut mom, bitch, anything … she did… I came, too.

She said I was stone cold crazy... I kept her panties, she dressed and we joined the others in the breakfast room. Obviously they knew what we did. Cassidy was blushing like nobody's business. And obviously I had her aroma on my lips. A lot of kidding... they stayed about 10-15 minutes longer, and then needed to go. I teased them that sometime they should stay the night. Cassidy laughed. Told them I was serious. Smiles all around …anyway, amazing what you can do in an hour when you have to…

March 3 2010 Sophia and the Gang

The build up for this had gone on all week and left me with a feeling of anxiety. I spoke with Jody this morning, expressed my nervousness. She calmed me, and reaffirmed the importance of the day and told me I could do this. We reaffirmed out feelings for each other and I left around 9:30 dressed in a mini, blouse, thigh highs and heels and a coat. I arrived at Katrina's just before 10:00. I offered to serve them before we went over but Tisha said I’d have more than my fair share today.

She and Joan drove me to the place Sophia was staying. The neighborhood was basically crummy; small houses most of which needed attention, yards were rather shabby and overgrown. To me it was one step away from a slum if not that already. She parked in front of an old wood framed house that looked more abandoned than occupied. Toy bag in hand, I followed them over the broken front walk down a sloping yard to a front porch with a sagging roof.

A woman none of us knew answered the door. Katrina asked who she was and where was Sophia. The woman introduced herself as Paula, a friend, and that Sophia went to get coffee. She was short, slightly heavyset, had on pajama bottoms and a tee. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and I doubted panties. She seemed to have average breasts but with fairly large butt and short disheveled hair.

Katrina immediately got Sophia on her cell to verify she was indeed on her way back. From what I saw of the main room, and what I could glimpse through two open doorways into a bedroom and kitchen, the place was a mess. The room we were in had a sofa, couple of tables and a chair with an old TV. Rap music played in the background.

Within a couple of minutes Sophia arrived with Llewellyn carrying a jug of take out coffee and a bag of donuts. They gave me some playful bitching, pawed me a little bit, and checked for panties of which there were none.

Paula took the breakfast goodies and coffee and tossed the bag on the floor. Somehow that seemed natural. Sophia wandered into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of Canadian club, a bottle of vodka, plastic cups and a carton of orange juice. The top of the TV became a bar of sorts. She laced their coffee and asked us if we wanted some; Tisha and Joan declined and I decided on an OJ and vodka.

Katrina herded Sophia and Llewellyn into the kitchen; Joan and Paula followed and they talked in low tones. I smoked a cigarette. After a few minutes Sophia, Llewellyn and Paula came back into the living room and Katrina summoned me into the kitchen. We walked as far away from the door to the living room as possible.

She told me this wasn’t quite what she expected but she had Sophia’s assurance that they understood the rules. I would remain in this location, no guys, and random checks by phone and there might be some money involved. She asked if I was still willing to go through with this because it’s going to get serious. I knew I owed Sophia some time and didn’t want this hanging over my head and become a series of delays that caused my owners to bitch at me. She joked that the place was a dump but that might be appropriate for what was in store. I totally understood. She kissed me.

We returned to the living room. She told Sophia it’s a go, and she and Joan would stay and watch for a few minutes. However, I was all theirs and she wouldn’t interfere..

Sophia took over. She told me to strip. I shed the blouse and mini, but kept the hose and heels on at her request. Then she laughed and said they’d probably be ripped to shreds anyway.

Paula mouthed at me a lot, calling me a worthless honky fuck and remarked that I had one nasty looking pussy. She wanted to see what was in the bitch bag, referring to my toy bag, and dumped it on the floor. She laughed that I must be one hard core piece of shit and she’d use all this stuff on my sorry ass plus they had some toys of their own and I was going to be one fucked up bitch. Her accent was thick and she chopped syllables off any words longer than two syllables. I had a hard time understanding her at first.

Paula took me into the front bedroom. In one corner was a mattress, crumpled sheets, blankets and pillows. There was no other furniture except for an old end table. She took her pajama bottoms off, sat on the mattress and pulled me into her cunt. As I licked her she told me she loved using white bitches because they’re so entertaining but good ones are so hard to find and I had a lot to make up for. She was hairy but definitely slick with her juices. I munched around her pussy, tongued her and brought her off. Joan stood in the door and watched.

I was kissing her ass when I heard a car stop out front and a black woman’s booming voice. Within seconds there was a rather plump black woman standing in the doorway. She called me bitch and said she was Ophelia. I’d guess she was in her 40’s. She gave me the once over, sat on the table and told me to come over. She ran her chubby black hands all over my body like she was examining something she was buying at the grocery store. She muttered … oh yes, you’ll do just fine.

We went back into the living room. Llewellyn was smoking and passed her pipe around. Within a couple of minutes things mellowed out.

There was some bitching about what to do next. They even asked me which I wanted first but I didn’t reply.

Sophia told them to stop bitching, we had all day. She pulled me into the back bedroom which had an old iron framed bed, stained sheets and blanket plus an old chest and a chair. They pushed me over the rounded foot board, kicked my legs apart and tied my ankles to the legs of the footboard, then pushed my upper body face down on a the mattress and tied my wrists behind my back. Paula told me they were going to really show me what it means to be an inferior white bitch and wanted to get their kicks off on me. She got her strappy, came behind me and rammed the dildo into my cunt and began fucking me, cursing all the time. One of them spit at my hole. Sophia got on the bed, spread her legs and slid her pussy under my face and I ate her. Paula withdrew from my cunt, lubed my ass and slid deep inside me and started fucking my ass, telling me over and over how much she loved doing this to white women. She and Ophelia started taking turns fucking my ass until I screamed I was going to lose it. They laughed and said they intended to literally fuck the shit out of me. Finally I couldn’t hold back and felt everything inside me rush to my anus. I lost it and when one of them withdrew, I started spewing my mess. They roared.

Embarrassed, I looked at Katrina and Joan. They’d stayed in the room witnessing all this. Joan gloated. Katrina asked her if she’d seen enough, Joan nodded. I caught a glimpse of Sophia handing Tisha some money. Tisha told me they’d be back later and left with my clothes, Joan laughing all the way out of the house. Personally that was a dark moment.

Sophia left me like that, tied over the end of the bed, my goo streaked down my hose. It was awful. The four of them went into the living room to drink or do something. I could hear them talking, plotting, scheming. I heard Sophia make a phone call to someone and ask when they’d get over. I thought … what the fuck!

Llewellyn came back in and raised a window to let the stink out. After a few minutes the rest of them came back in. My mess was bothering me but no one seemed to give it a second thought. Paula settled on the bed in front of me and had me eat her pussy again. She said I was as good as advertised. Llewellyn followed her and I ate her. Eventually one of them wiped my ass with a wet rag. It wasn’t an act of kindness; all they were doing was getting my crap out of the way so they had clearer access to my cunt. One after the other they attacked my cunt with a combination of strappy’s and dildos.

I’m not sure who was fucking me next but I heard some more people arrive. They came into the bedroom. I recognized Nikki but I didn’t recognize the other woman who was introduced as Ginny. They exchanged greetings, seemingly talked all at the same time and the room was filled with jabbering and insults about me, especially that they’d fucked the shit out of me which was painfully obvious by the stink. Ginny took her jeans and panties off and plopped up on the bed, her hairy pussy under my face. I licked her and she kept thrusting her cunt up in a rhythm until she came.

Sophia stood up on the bed in front of me, pulled me to a nearly upright position by my hair and told me this was the crew and most of them had a score to settle with a white bitch in one way or the other; wasn’t I lucky. To emphasize her point she slapped my face with her other hand and spit in my face. When she asked me if I was going to satisfy all of them, they laughed, told me they didn’t think I could last all day and it was a pity I couldn’t stay the weekend. Then Sophia pissed on me, drenching my face. It trickled down on the mattress but nobody seemed to care and Sophia commented that it didn’t make much difference since they were just borrowing this dump anyway and had some other digs lined up. I could not fathom what she was talking about.

Nikki got on the bed beside Sophia and pushed my face into her pussy. Someone started hitting my ass with a belt or a strap; I don’t know what it was but it stung. I listened to a chorus of insults as I ate Nikki. Then Ginny crawled up again, pulled my face up by twisting my hair back, spit in my face and called me a piece of white trash. She was on her knees on the bed, scooted her pussy up to my face, forced my neck back and told me to eat her, that she’d paid good money for this. Somebody started fucking my cunt again; hands were under my body pulling at my swaying tits, pinching and twisting my nipples, then hitting my tits with something. Ginny was rough, forceful and almost demonic. It was more of a case of her grinding off on me than me eating her but I brought her off. Without hesitating she pissed straight into my face. I told them I had to pee which brought laughter.

They went back for more drinks, squabbled about who would get some food. I heard one of them call in an order and eventually someone left to get it.

I lay there alone in the room for a few minutes, assessing the situation. The ropes were uncomfortable but I endured it. The mattress was pee soaked and my upper body and face were lying in chilled piss; not a great sensation but again, endurable. As best I could figure, I’d eaten everybody except Ophelia but I knew she fucked me. The house was indeed a dump, sparsely furnished, and what furniture was there was dilapidated. There didn’t seem to be any strong evidence of life in the kitchen when I was back there talking to Katrina. There were no carpets or rugs on the old wood floors which creaked when anyone walked. It didn’t seem to make any difference to them about piss on the mattress and I surmised that some of my mess must have made its way to the floor but nobody gave a shit about cleaning it up. Obviously this wasn’t their place. I began to wonder if the house was abandoned and they just took it over. Yet there was running water since I’d heard that back in the kitchen so I assumed the bathroom worked because I’d heard the commode flush. I couldn’t figure it out and gave up even trying.

I could not shake the feeling that if Tisha and Kammy weren’t what they were, these girls could fuck me here for days on end, come and go as they wished and allow anybody in. I had no clothes and really didn’t have a way to leave. That was a scary feeling.

Whoever went out for food was back plus I sensed they’d brought back some beer. I thought oh goody. Even tied as I was, I’d been thankful for the break but I knew as soon as they ate, things would start again.

However, something strange happened. I heard a car door slam and voices outside. I heard Sophia talking on the front porch then in the living room. From what I could figure, some more women had arrived but for some reason Sophia argued with them in the living room. I heard one person say … is that her… and obviously standing in the living room, you could see straight back into the room where I was tied over the bed. Sophia said yes but it’ll cost you. A black woman walked into the room, I turned to look. Sophia and Nikki stood between me and the woman and said that’s as close as you get. I didn’t get a clear glimpse at the woman. She (and I don’t think she was alone) went back and talked to Sophia some more over money; it was clear to me that they wanted to fuck me but apparently didn’t want to pay. I was shaking all over. They hassled some more until Sophia told them to either pay up or hit the road. I heard $200 mentioned, and then the woman left. I stopped shaking and started breathing again.

When Sophia came to me, I asked what that was all about and she replied none of my business. She asked if I wanted something to eat, I nodded, and she untied all the ropes. For the first time in probably 2-3 hours I was able to stand and move around. She brought me part of a sub sandwich and some water and let me sit on the bed and eat. A couple of them mouthed off about how much they loved seeing me helpless and totally dependant on them and didn’t think I should be untied. Sophia told them I needed a short break, some food and after that I was fair game again. All six of them were in the room and brought in a couple of other mismatched wooden chairs from somewhere. When I finished eating I asked nicely to let me clean the rest of my dried mess residue off my inner thighs and I was allowed to wet some napkins and wipe off which helped.

I told her I had to pee again. Sophia said this was the official bathroom and to squat on the floor. I just squatted and pissed right on the floor in front of them. A couple of them also had to piss and didn’t hesitate to drench me while I was pissing.

Paula told me to start pumping my clam. I looked at her completely puzzled until she mouthed that meant to frig my cunt off and entertain her. She told me I was dumb as a rock and did I have a problem. I told her no Ma’am; I just didn’t understand what she meant. She called me insolent and slapped me. I sat in the floor and frigged. She told me to pull my nipples too and make it good; this was to get everybody revved up again. I frigged while they watched, shouted obscenities and spit at me. Paula called me a sick fuck bitch. I kept frigging until I told them I was about to cumm. She told me to shut up, keep going and put some ambition into it. I frigged off some more and begged again. This time she let me. I plunged 3 fingers into my cunt and rocked off a huge cumm. Not surprisingly, they wanted me to lick my fingers clean.

Ophelia said that was a shitty job of frigging, that her 16 year old daughter can do that good. She said things like ...is that the best you can do, is that how you treat your cunt, you needed to be taught a lesson. This charged up the room. She slapped me and before I could say anything, I was face down on the floor with her and someone else on top of me. One of them tied my hands behind me again plus tied my elbows. She rolled me over and picked up a strap and began swatting my cunt. Sophia was into this and held my right leg up and someone else grabbed my left leg. Ophelia kept swatting my cunt repeatedly until I was begging her to stop. She did but picked up a handful of my clothespins and repeated that she was going to teach me a lesson, that when I frig in front of a black woman I need to do it with soul. She put 4 pins on each labia, one centered on each nipple, then one of each side of the nipple … 3 in a row, then one on my clit. She pulled me to a standing position, bent me over and pinned two on the rim of my rose. I was in agony and tears came to my eyes. She got the duct tape off the floor and taped the 4 pins on each labia against my upper thighs. I was still standing; legs slightly apart, cunt lips wide open. She picked up a crop and began hitting me, I moved away, she yelled ... that’s right dance you stupid bitch and kept hitting me. When I’d backed myself into a corner (literally) and no place to go, she grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the wall.

She took a dildo and began fucking my cunt, calling me a stupid white bitch and it didn’t matter how I felt, she’d do what the fuck she wanted. I was screaming, so much that she took her panties off which were huge and stuffed them partway in my mouth, they wouldn’t all fit inside my mouth, then ran a piece tape over my mouth and cheeks. Her panties tasted foul. She kept fucking me and my cunt felt extremely tight due to the pins and painful beyond belief. Her face was absolute evil. For pure meanness, she’d flick the pins on my nipples, rim of my rose and clit. I came in a blinding orgasm, fell to the floor which wretched the pins on my rim against the floor. I lay there sobbing. Some of them pulled me to my feet and made me walk around the room. They’d thump the pins and I’d shriek into the panty gag. Sophia said to let the pain soak in so I’d understand who was in charge. They fixed drinks and stood around mocking me.

Finally Ophelia undressed and I swear I have never seen such a flabby body. She told me she had 6 kids (where they were god only knows) and the stretch marks, sagging ass to prove it plus her breasts looked like two 5-pound bags of flour laying against her stomach. She asked me if I wanted the pins off, I nodded. She told me I’d have to eat her. She removed the tape and panty gag and fed me her tits. I sucked her like a baby until she smothered me with her enormous pussy. As she straddled me her huge thighs hit the pins on my tits causing me more pain. Finally she just yanked those off to get them out of the way. I couldn’t see nor breathe for that matter, except draw air from around her hairy pussy. I heard the rest of them laughing and somebody was flicking my wide open cunt again with what I’m sure was the crop. They weren’t hard flicks but against my pinkness and stretched open labia, it was torturous.

I ate at her pussy and had the impression my entire head would probably fit inside her cunt if she squeezed down on me hard enough. The pins were still on my labia to the point my lips were hurting so badly they were numb. Despite all this, I brought her off. She got off and bent over the edge of the sofa with her hips stuck back. With one hand she reached down and grabbed me, pulled me to a kneeling position behind her and told me to suck her ass.

Some of the other girls separated her ass cheeks and shoved my face in between her cheeks and told me to eat that fucking ass. Her rose was nasty, smelly and awful. But Sophia bitched at me and told me to suck or the pins stay on another hour. I began licking and probing until she had another orgasm. I fell to the floor and true to her word, she took the pins off my labia and I yelled in pain when she did. I thought my cunt will never be the same.

For a long time I just lay on the floor thinking it can’t get any worse. My face was a combination of tears, sweat, her cumm and her ass scent. I don’t think I’ve ever been so overcome or felt like such a total fuck toy. Ophelia said she wanted to shit on this bitch and Sophia suggested we use the bathtub. They pulled me up to my feet and shoved me down the short hall to the bathroom. It was absolutely squalid. But they lifted me into a tub that was half caked with grime and rust and placed me on my back looking upward. I begged them not to do this but that meant nothing. Ophelia climbed into the tub, squatted with her ass toward me and pissed on my tummy and cunt. I winched but while she was still pissing she farted and I looked up and saw her hole flare open. I saw her log emerging before I screamed and shut my eyes then felt her load plop on my cunt. She told me to open my eyes and laughed hysterically when I did. She left a grossly huge pile on my lower abdomen and cunt, then took a napkin and smeared it around. She told me now maybe I’ll understand what my cunt is for.

Llewellyn wanted to shit also and unloaded a small amount on my tummy. Paula climbed in and settled toward my upper body then bent with her ass over my face. She told me plainly she wanted to crap on my fucked up face. She pissed and began shitting at the same time. My eyes were closed by there was no mistaking the feeling of her mess landing on my face. She used her foot to smear it around and pressed her nasty toes over my mouth and worked them back and forth. Regardless of how hard I clamped my lips shut the action of her working her foot over my mouth pried my lips open enough to work some inside my lips.

It was gross and smell was awful. The bathroom was small and there was one little window over the commode. Someone opened that to get some stink out but they left and shut the bathroom door, laughing their butts off.

I lay there recalling Tisha’s words that this would be serious. My cunt, ass and nipples still throbbed from the pins and the stench was terrible. I half rolled to one side and eventually managed to get to my knees to get my head above the worst of the odor. But with minutes, Sophia came in and shouted where the fuck did I think I was going. That brought the other running back into the bathroom. Sophia pushed me back down, got some rope and tied my ankles together, then my knees. There was no way I could attempt to get up again. She was pissed off. I knew Sophia, Ginny and Nikki had not shit yet but I saw them unwrapping suppositories and I knew it was all over. Within minutes Sophia was over me directly above my head. I didn’t have long to wait until she farted and spewed her brown over my face and hair. I was crying. Ginny in turn hit my feet and legs and Nikki let go on my cunt again. All of them pissed in the tub, told me they were done being nice to me (I was like, huh?). They slammed the widow shut and shut the door. Now it was worse than ever. Within a few minutes Sophia reappeared, the others behind her, and asked me if I wanted out of the tub. I cried yes, please.

Sophia raised the window, sat on the commode and told me she was being nice to me, that those other 2 women who came by earlier wanted to use me but wouldn’t pay. And this is the thanks she gets … that I try to wiggle out of the tub. She said if she were a lesser person, she could drag me out of the tub and throw me out in the yard stark naked and covered in filth but she made a bargain with my owner and she's a person of her word. She knew my cunt was probably aching but they were going to fuck me again just to get my attention. Also, she intended to ask Tisha for a longer period of time for her friends to use me. Through tears I blurted out I wasn’t trying to get out of the tub, just trying to get about the level of the stink. She said I was stink, I was filth and there was no way I could ever rise above that level. None of that quite fit but I meekly said yes Ma’am.

She pulled out her knife and cut the ropes on my ankles and knees, then had me get back on my knees. When I did she cut the ropes on my elbows and wrists and told me to stand up. She turned the water on, handed me a tiny bar of soap and told me to wash off. I dried off with a hand towel. They told me to wash out the tub a little bit and left me. I washed most of the filth out of the tub and truthfully it was cleaner when I finished than when they put me in it. I called down the hall that I was finished and they told me to go back to the bedroom.

Sophia said they voted and regardless of what I said, they concluded I was trying to get out of the tub, not just get to my knees, and they wondered if I wasn’t trying to escape. (Utter nonsense ... where in the hell would I dare go, naked, covered in crap and hands tied behind me.) They’d give me a break but I’d have to stay tied. They positioned me on the bed so my body was parallel between the footboard and headboard and put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. My left wrist cuff was roped to the headboard, my right wrist cuff to the foot board. My ankles were done the same way but the ropes had more slack. Nonetheless I was still loosely in an X position.

They knew my pussy was sore but that’s my tough luck because they decided they’d fuck me and I’d suck pussy and ass nonstop until Katrina came for me. I sighed; I knew the sun was going down but I had no idea what time it was or exactly when Katrina was coming back.

They started. I know Nikki went first, and Sophia and Ophelia were last but I truly can’t remember the rest of who went after whom. My mind was kind of a blur by this time. They repeatedly fucked my mouth, cunt and ass it seemed I was eating one pussy or ass after another; plus sucking tits and in one case, someone’s toes. Ophelia’s tits were unmistakable; they were like pillows being pressed in my face. But most of the pussies became a blur except for the awareness of hairy verses smooth. When one would get off, another would mount me. There was no way I could keep up; my lips and tongue were numb and they were grinding off on my face.

I do specifically remember Ophelia staring into my face and telling me how her 16 year old daughter was a better fuck and smarter than me, because she’d have enough sense not to come to a place like this; that if I was dumb enough to come here, I was dumb enough to get fucked and whatever the hell else they wanted. I guess she was right.

By the time it was dark I was totally numb. My face was raw, my tongue felt strained and my cunt was beyond feeling from cumming so much. I was exhausted. I didn’t even hear Katrina and Joan arrive but when I heard her say hello salope, I breathed a sign of relief. Joan snickered and said I looked as ragged as any person she’d ever seen who was still breathing. Sophia and Katrina talked. I was untied and Joan gave me my clothes. I was too tired to put them. I stumbled to the bathroom and pissed in the commode, splashed cold water on my face and came back. Joan gave me her long jacket to wear. One by one I said goodbye to everyone there.

Katrina took me back to her place. I showered and ate some soup. We talked, that’s when I found out Rosanna, one of Sophia’s girls was at Chanel’s as insurance. I filled them in on everything that happened. She asked if I needed to stay the night; I wanted to but felt I’d better get my ass home. She handed me $350 and said that’s my cut for being such a good slut. She told me to get some rest and I’d probably be doing this again. I thanked her for being there and wished them both a wonderful vacation.

Mar 2, 2010: Rhonda and Cassidy

Rhonda got here right at 3. By the time I got downstairs she was already ringing the bell. The girl with her was bundled up in a blue hoodie, taller than Rhonda but I couldn’t tell much about her until they got inside.

We shut the door. Rhonda introduced me to Cassidy. Everything felt awkward for a moment. I asked if anybody wanted a drink. Cassidy asked for bourbon and coke, Rhonda just wanted a beer.

We sat in the family room. Initially I had on a long gray wool skirt and black mock turtleneck and boots since I’d just gotten back in from dropping something off to a client. Cassidy, the hoodie and jeans; Rhonda jeans, sweater and a jacket which she removed. Rhonda said she’d told Cassidy all about me; said I’d do anything she wanted. She talked about spanking me, too. I blushed … felt embarrassed a little. Cass didn’t say anything.

Rhonda says lets fuck. I said lets go upstairs and the 3 of us went into the master bedroom. She started kissing me, then backs away, tells me to undress. I pulled the mock turtleneck over my head, removed the skirt and stood there in a black bra and panties hose and boots. I saw Cass get interested. Rhonda said to me … come on; I told Cass you’d get naked.

I looked at Rhonda, then Cass. Cass in turn shrugged her shoulders.

I took of everything … felt stupid almost … stripping for them in my bedroom. Cass shrugged again… said not bad… and then muttered … whore cunt, referring to my smooth pussy. Again I blushed. Rhonda was pulling her jeans off during this, climbed up on the bed and shed her panties and spread her legs. She kidded me … said come on bitch I know you want it.

I crawled up on the bed between her legs and started kissing her pussy, pulling her sweater off then her bra, kissing her nipples and almost forgot I had a visitor watching until I saw Cass get on the bed, still clothed, prop on one elbow and watch us up close.

I ate Rhonda, played with her tits. I was really getting my face into her pussy and making her thrust and squeal. Cass said nothing, just watched. Soon Rhonda bucked her hips in my face and came like crazy, squeezed my face between her thighs and came again.

I heard Cass mutter ... fucking bitch ... didn’t know who she was referring to. Next thing I know she's yanking at her jeans, the hoodie is gone and I see her mammoth tits poking out of a white bra. She dives in between me and Rhonda; Rhonda laughs and slides back. Cass flips me on my back, straddles me on all 4’s and is grinding and sliding her pussy up and down my face. I’m going nuts. Now I know she's a natural blonde, sweet soft full bush. I’m wrapping my arms around her back as she rides me … I’m trying to unclasp that bra and see what’s underneath. Finally succeed … are like cantaloupes. I’m babbling like a baby until Cass focuses, adds a couple of her fingers to mine, frigs and suddenly sprays me with squirt. That drives me insane and I keep bringing her off with mouth and fingers. I’m aware of Rhonda’s fingers in my cunt, then she told me to frig myself, I do and eat Cass again.

We’re lying on my bed catching our breath; Cass sees its 4:00 and tells Rhonda they have to go. Rhonda laughs at me, says she was going to spank me again but hate to fuck and run but …she has to go.

I’m in dreamland but totally understand. Said they could spank me anytime, both of them. I kiss them both, ask Cass for her panties which I get … cotton pink bikini style. They dress. Rhonda winks at me and Cass says she wasn’t sure what to expect until she saw me doing Rhonda. I smile. Say okay, no problem. Lets don’t be strangers.

Dashed off a yahoo to you both then changed the sheets, lol... wonder why.

Mar 1, 2010: Katrina and Joan

Monday morning Katrina called and asked if I could come down around lunch for some serious time together. I had some repair work being done at the house and committed that as soon as they left, I’d come down. while I waited for the workers to finish I talked extensively with Jody. Following her instructions, I dressed in amicro mini and dark tights, a satin blouse, Kristen’s panties, heels and an outer coat…no bra. On the way down I stopped and got coffee for both Katrina and Joan, again as Jody told me to do.

I got to Katrina’s around 1:00. We went to the living room. Joan and Katrina sat on opposite ends of the sofa and sipped coffee. Katrina explained that Joan would basically be my domme’ for the afternoon and I’d be expected to follow her directions explicitly without hesitation. I pledged my compliance.

Joan had a huge grin on her face. So I faced her and told her “I’m yours”. After telling me how much she relished the opportunity to control me, she told me to take my clothes off. When I got down to Kristen’s panties, they produced a laugh. Katrina asked me why they were so wet and I told her about the conversation with you before I left and texting Rhonda. I also told them about your idea of me hosting a weekend teen party with all that had used me. Katrina laughed and said my house probably wouldn’t be large enough to hold them all but it was worth pursuing. All this conversation left both of them is stitches. Katrina thought Joan might enjoy meeting Rhonda. The way this flowed, from my morning with you, to seeing Katrina and Joan and repeating our conversation to them, made me feel trapped. Sometimes that feeling fuels my desire, though.

Joan had me stand with my hands behind my head and feet apart. She berated me for not being intuitive enough to know they needed refreshments and not offering to get wine and chicken salad sandwiches that were in the refrigerator. I apologized for my rudeness and insensitivity. Trust me; I was trembling inside because I sensed Joan was working me up slowly. She barked at me to shut up, gestured toward the kitchen, and told me to get my ass busy.

I got one of Katrina’s trays and put sandwiches, plates, a bottle of white wine, and pulled glasses out of the cabinet. I returned to the living room and curtsied. Joan gestured to the coffee table and I set the tray down, poured wine and placed a plate in front of each of them. She demanded extra napkins, extra mayonnaise and a pickle. I returned to the kitchen and brought her the items. She had me go back and get a couple of other things, none of which she or Katrina used; it was just a way of commanding me and make me scurry around like some rat in a maze.

When I didn’t have to do anything, I resumed the standing pose. She commented to Katrina that if they ever lived together how nice it would be to have me as their maid and fuck toy. Katrina was eating this up. They talked back and forth about all the women who’d used me and specifically what happened at Frayne a couple of weeks ago. I remember Joan saying she thought I was worse than a nymphomaniac when it came to getting used. I wasn’t allowed to speak or comment. Finally, when they finished I took everything back to the kitchen.

Katrina yelled into the kitchen that I could pour myself some wine and have a sandwich but to sit in front of them while I ate. I did and sat cross legged on the other side of the coffee table. While I ate they switched the conversation to their upcoming trip to Cancun and the two Mexican women who invited them down. I simply listened. With Joan’s permission I took my plate and glass back to the kitchen, then returned to the living room.

At this point I hadn’t touched either of them nor had they made any sexual demands on me. They’d spent well over an hour, if not two, objectifying and degrading me and I was aching to touch them.

Joan told me to move the coffee table aside and get on my knees. She asked me how long it’d been since I ate either of them and I told her about 3 weeks ago at Frayne’s. Her next command was for me to knee walk to Katrina and beg to correct that. I did exactly as she told me and begged Katrina to serve her. Joan wasn’t satisfied and told me I wasn’t sounding slutty or filthy enough. So I told Katrina I was a whore who begged to suck her ass, lick her pussy and be her toilet. I told her that you said my life consisted on being nothing but a whore. Finally Katrina allowed me to raise her skirt and kiss her mesh panties but that was all I was allowed to do. She asked me if I thought Joan should beat me in exchange for kissing her and I said yes.

Katrina suggested I tell Joan she had my permission to beat me or to use me in any way she wished. I thought this was a given and already established but I didn’t question anything. I turned to Joan and told her I was in dire need of serving and in exchange she could inflict any level of punishment on me she wanted. There was something about hearing my own words detailing this that made me feel totally insignificant and pathetic. I felt like I was turning a part of my immediate existence over to her. My cunt was oozing. Joan toyed with that idea and demurely asked Katrina if she should really beat me. It was almost like a charade.

Katrina thought we needed to adjourn to the basement playroom because things might get noisy so the 3 of us went downstairs. Once there I saw that they had an enema bag hanging from a hook in the ceiling and I cringed, especially when I saw the bucket. Following Joan's commands, I undressed her to thigh highs and heels and Katrina to a black lace bustier, hose and heels.

Joan told me to get on all fours underneath where the bag was hanging. I did. She lubed me and inserted the nozzle and began releasing the liquid into me, a mixture of milk, wine, soap and water. I felt it instantly. She told me a rule of thumb Katrina imparted to her was to clean my ass out before any fucking. And believe me, she did. I groaned, felt the wine kick in and begged to release. Eventually they let me squat over the bucket and expel my mess. I had to wipe myself with paper then a wet cloth. Joan had me carry the bucket up to the powder room commode, wash out the messy cloth then come back down.

When I came back, Joan had on a strappy and told me to get on all fours. She lubed my hole and pushed the tip of the dildo in about an inch. At that point, Katrina walked over and in one fluid motion, got on all fours in front of me with her ass stuck back against my face. Joan told me to start sucking and I began really worshipping Katrina’s ass, when I got into a rhythm, Joan slid the dildo up my ass slowly, gave me time to adjust and began fucking my ass. as she fucked me she hissed out all the things she’d seen me do, from meeting me in Daphne’s garage, to fucking me in her flat, then in Mavis basement, to 3 weeks ago at Frayne’s. She also told me I damn well better not cumm. She’d also bitch at me to keep forcing my tongue through Katrina’s hole.

I kept sucking and tongue fucking Katrina’s ass until she came. She rolled over on her back and I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked her to another one. Joan had shifted the dildo from my ass to my cunt. She ran another dildo into my ass and the combination drove me to the brink. It took all the will power I had not to cumm until she withdrew all the toys and left me breathless.

Joan removed the strappy and sat on top of Katrina’s padded cage. She motioned me over and had me slowly lick her pussy and tell her how much I appreciated being able to slut for her. She’d direct my tongue where she wanted to be touched, and then had me lick up her tummy to her tits and lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Eventually she guided me back to her pussy for a cumm and then rocked back and exposed her ass. her verbal was absolutely non stop, mainly saying get my fucking tongue up her hole, things like when I live with them I’d do this everyday. I don’t know whether she was kidding or not but it drove me crazy. I was alternating between her ass and pussy. I believe she rocked off 3 or 4 cumms; I’m not sure.

But when she finished she told me she had to piss and she wanted to do it right in my face. She slapped me and told me to ask for it and if she pissed in my face I could frig off. I was in outer space at this time and rolled off a string of words mainly begging for her to piss in my face and I was desperate for a cumm. She flooded me. Her pussy was about 6 inches from my face and she flooded me while I frigged. By that time Katrina had come up to the left side of where I was and she jerked me by my hair, turning my face toward her and she pissed. I came multiple times, pissing, crying and shouting like some demonic beast. Joan jumped off the bench and shoved my face into the pee puddle. She came behind me and beat my ass with a paddle.

I ended up wiping the floor with an old towel, then sitting on the floor looking up at them. I sensed that things were pretty much over. They started talking to me, Katrina mostly, about this beach trip and earning money. I told her I needed $2000. Her suggestion was to approach Frayne and her friends and through a combination of whoring and cleaning I might make it. But then she said that mystery woman would pay $1200, perhaps more, if I stayed an entire weekend with her and maybe a couple of her friends. I was blown away. I mentioned the conversation with Rhonda and her text that she wanted me for spring break and I wasn’t sure how that impacted the original idea of Whitney. She told me not to focus on “who”, but “how”. She said for all I know I might end up taking Sophia (I think that was kind of a kidding comment.)

I did a thorough clean up of her playroom. She let me use the guest bath room to shower and clean up. I dressed and we sat in the kitchen and talked again. She hinted that I needed to keep pursuing Whitney and when she and Joan returned from Cancun it would nice for Joan to meet Whitney and perhaps Rhonda. I left it at that and thanked them for the afternoon. Despite the intensity, I felt pretty good about what I did and how I handled things. Jody’s coaching that morning really helped prepare me.