Apr 26 2010: Melissa

I arrived at Frayne’s apartment over the garage around 3:15, determined to do exactly what Mistress wanted and to display far more lust than I did yesterday with Molly’s crew.

I knew Melissa preferred brandy and coke and I had that available, laid out the toy bag and stripped nude except for thigh highs and heels. When I heard a car door shut, I peeked out the window, saw it was her and mixed her drink. I opened the door just as she got to the top of the stairs, drink in hand and a smile on my face. We kissed and hugged. She told me she didn’t have much time and I understood that and told her again I was under specific orders from my mistress, Jody, to eat her and have her piss on me. She laughed and said I called the right woman. When she finished her drink, I began removing her things one piece at a time until she, too, was nude.

Half embracing, we made it back to the bed and continued kissing. For the most part I was the more aggressive and stroked her arms, tummy and thighs until I settled my lips around her thick nipples. She called me a horny slut and said she needed to fuck me. I wanted to do her but she said not until she got her thrills by fucking my horny hole.

I ended up on my back, hips at the edge of the bed, legs opened wide in a wide “V”, my hands on my ankles to keep my legs back. She got the strappy, slapped my cunt several times with her open palm then drove the strappy into me. She penetrated me, deep, really deep until my eyes were about to pop. She called me a fucking white bitch and how much fun it was to drive a girl cock up my cunt. She kept telling me to show how much I loved it and cumm. I did, and then rocked off another one. She slid the cock from my cunt and eased into my ass, used her right hand to slap my cunt some more then mashed her hand against my clit when she fucked my ass, telling me she knew I another one in me. I did.

She slipped the strappy off and rolled on the bed and groused at me to get over here and show her some serious appreciation. I kissed her again, then her breasts and returned to her nipples. I roamed over her body until she opened her legs and signaled where she wanted my lips. Using my hands, fingers, lips, teeth and tongue I explored every inch of her pussy then focused on her spot. Her first cumm didn’t take long and other little explosions kept coming one after the other. She rolled over and drew her knees up under her until her ass was pointed back at me and. I licked through her crack; musky, strong, slightly sweaty from her day but I bathed it back and forth with my tongue until I centered my mouth on her hole. She whispered for toys and I broke away, got a few and returned to exactly where I left off. I put a vibe against her clit and kept rimming her rose. She wanted something in her and I switched to the rabbit and rhythmically fucked her swollen cunt, kept licking her rose until she started another series of cumms. She rested, sprawled out on the bed and I refilled our drinks. We talked a few minutes until she absolutely had to piss. We went into the small bathroom and she had me lie down looking up at her. She released on me from my head to my knees.

She laughed and said I must be the biggest slut she’d ever heard of. Playfully, I told her that’s me. We talked a moment, I told her about Whitney which she found fascinating and wished me luck, then she said she hates to fuck and run but she needed to get home. I got up and lightly kissed her. She dressed and left; I showered and cleaned the place thoroughly before leaving.

Apr 25 2010: With Stephanie

After screwing around half the afternoon trying to find a place, we met at Alexandria’s apartment around 4:00. By the time this was finalized most of the girls they wanted weren’t available for a variety of reasons so the group consisted of Alexandria, her roommate, Maria, plus Stephanie and Molly.

I greeted everyone when I arrived and went to the kitchen to fix myself vodka. The others had already started. Molly asked me what I’d been doing with myself and then answered her own question by saying I’d probably been fucking black girls.

Molly, who was pretty well lubed, asked me if I knew why I was here. I told her yes, I owe you some time and I’m here to pay it back to you and all the rest. I told them they could use me anyway they wished because I knew I’d be unavailable. Molly bragged that she had complete authority to fuck the crap out of me. I didn’t doubt her ability to do so but her attitude irked me. I looked at Alex who just shrugged her shoulders and said hey it’s only my apartment; she's the one who claims to be your owner.

Molly told me to strip. I stood up and stripped and tossed my clothes across a straight chair in the eating area. She and Stephanie started berating my body, Alex sat by herself in an overstuffed chair to my left and Molly, Stephanie and Maria all on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table. Molly tossed her beer bottle at me and said it’s empty, get me a beer, bitch.

When I came back with beers they’d shoved the coffee table aside and had me kneel in front of the sofa, knees wide apart, and tits out, hands behind head. She asked if I brought my toy bag, I didn’t and she mouthed that she needed some things. Alex went into the bedroom and returned with hers.

She told me I’d been a bad bitch and I needed a good beating for my absence and what she considered a snotty attitude. She spit at me, slapped my face and tits, and told me to go over to a coffee table and kneel across it. I did, face down, my upper body over the table, knees on the floor. Stephanie, using rope from Alex’s bag, tied my hands behind me, then my legs together at the ankles. She ran a couple of ropes across my upper body and tied me to the table. When she finished, other than lifting my head, there was no way I could raise my body. Despite Stephanie’s immaturity she has a definite knack for tying.

They started flailing away at my ass and thighs with their hands and things Alex had. It didn’t take long before my ass felt like raw meat and I was yelling. Somewhere in the midst of this process, Molly pulled my face up and slapped me. I saw that she was naked and a quick glance over my left shoulder confirmed the others were too. When they’d beaten the daylights out of me, they untied me completely and rolled me off the table onto the floor on my back. It quickly became the four of them taking turns fucking my pussy and ass. Some of the time I was on my back with my legs spread, other times my legs were thrown back over my face. They ended up with the four of them piled on the sofa, side by side and had me start at one end and eating them, Stephanie, Molly Alex and Maria. I tongued their pussies down the line and then came back and went from ass to ass.

Alex hauled me into the bathroom and pissed on me in her shower stall. That really awakened my senses and I used my hands to rub it all over me which generated some life into me. In a heartbeat both Molly and Stephanie followed, standing at the shower door and pissing on me. I was on my knees, then sitting on the shower floor, taking it, rubbing it over me and I remember begging for more. Maria quickly stepped in and pissed and frigged until she squirted like a fire hydrant. When she finished I felt like I was covered with slime. Alex poured beer over me while I pissed. I sat back against the shower stall exhausted. I did eat Molly again, more a combination of her frigging and me licking her until she came and did Maria much the same way until she squirted again.

I told them I was spent. Alex turned on the shower and I washed then dried off. I came back into the living room and we talked for a few minutes. Again, I apologized for not seeing them in a long time. Stephanie told me not to let it happen again, then said that her parents are going on a cruise in about a month and the lake cottage would be totally available or for that matter, so would her house. She and Molly are already discussing a weekend fuck fest involving me, Linda and a new woman they’re fucking, Renée. They also intend to invite about a dozen of their friends. I asked who Renée was and Stephanie said she’s a friend of one of her friend’s mom. She said other than that, the only thing she’d share was that none of three sluts would wear clothes for days. I better be there. Whether she’s just talking or not, I don’t know but I committed that whenever this happens I’d find a way to be available.

Apr 24, 2010: Planting Flowers

Previously this week, Whitney thought it would be a nice gesture for me to assist Tonja planting perennials around the patio. This really wasn’t stated as an option but more of a demand. I’ve met her mom, I’ve cooked, cleaned so it seemed logical that performing some household chores was entirely reasonable. Moreover she’d already told Tonja I was coming, so there’s no choice.

She told me to be there around 11:00 and they’d have flower plants and bags of garden soil by that time. She specifically told me to wear a pair of cut offs and a crummy shirt that buttoned up the front plus, a pair of her moms panties that she knew I had, an old bra and a crummy shirt that buttons up the front. Appropriate shoes and gardening gloves were a given. She reserved the right to alter my clothing needs after I was there. When I asked what she meant she ignored my question, told me my job was to show up and work as she said.

Tonja was all smiles and giggles when I arrived. She was puzzled about why I’d give up my Saturday to do this and I just told her Whitney coerced me into helping. I noticed Karen was absent and asked about her and was told she had a commitment to be with her father (divorced).

We had a few minutes of general conversation. Tonja showed me the area bordering the patio where I was to dig up the old stuff and replace with what she’d bought. She had some gardening tools for me to use. Ironically, I became keenly aware Tonja was in charge of this project and in a subtle way she was the one giving me orders at first which was different.

Whitney helped for a short time but I was clearly the main source of labor. Within a few minutes the sun broke through the clouds and the day heated up. When Tonja went to get something, Whitney whispered that I should unbutton two buttons on the blouse. I did. When her mom returned with another digging tool she noticed. By around 1230 the temperature reached 78 degrees as indicted by the small thermometer mounted by the patio door. I was beginning to perspire and pinned my hair up to keep it off my neck.

I realized we didn’t have enough potting soil. Tonja left to get more bags of the stuff at the nursery and said she’d also pick up something to eat on the way back.

As soon as she left Whitney sent me to the garage and told me to wait there. She came in with a pair of scissors in hand, and told me she was really disappointed that my cut offs weren’t short enough. She had me stand, legs slightly apart and cut off another inch or two which made them borderline obscene. She said this might make things more interesting, that when I bend over be sure my butt is pointed to Tonja because she wanted to see her mom’s reaction. I protested that she'd think I’m awful.

Whitney told me some things … she’s pretty sure her mom has a serious case of the “ hots” for me; that it gives her, Whitney, a thrill to watch this drama unfold, and to knows she's the one fucking me while her mom squirms; that I should never forget she’s the one in charge. She told me to take my fucking clothes off. I stripped completely and Whitney cooed how she loved seeing me sweaty and dirty, that it was a huge turn on to her.

She told me to take her shorts off and eat her. I pulled her tight green shorts off, kissed her pussy through her paisley print thong then slide that off her. She slid back until her butt settled on the hood of her car and bent her legs slightly until her pussy was so damn lewdly displayed. I knelt in front her and began kissing and licking … she was sweaty, juicy and the mixture of sweat and her glistening cunt drove me nuts … plus the atmosphere of the steamy garage made me feel totally whorish.

She asked me if I still loved her, between licks I told her I loved her and she made me say it over and over again. She never responded back that she loved me. Right then I didn’t care. Finally she asked me if I thought she loved me; between licks I told her I hoped so. She laughed that love is secondary to me, that being her slut and being abused is the kind of love crave and I fall more under her control every time we meet. I told her I did, that I was her bitch.

By now my hands were under her hips she was leaning back across the hood of her car, propped up on her elbows so she could watch me. She loved seeing my lily white face on her black pussy. I told her I loved it and I wanted to worship her; she said that’s the plan, bitch, just eat me. I kept going until she told me she was about to cumm and get my mouth right over her cunt. She began, spasm after spasm, hissing to get her fucking cumm. I was like some possessed demon listening to her words, sucking and licking her insatiably. I had the strange image of being a bee sucking pollen off a flower.

Finally she pushed me away and sat up, slowly recovering, getting her breath. She looked at me in a way I can’t describe other than satisfaction, lust and control. In an almost playful voice she whispered... damn you are good, I’m gonna keep you. I took a deep breath and smiled and told her I hope she does.

Then with this air of smug superiority, she told me I must be horny and to frig myself off because did I really think she was going to touch my sweaty, dirty cunt. I settled back on my heels and touched myself. She shook her head no and told me to lie back on the garage floor, spread my legs and fuck myself. I did; the floor was cool, somewhat dirty, greasy, borderline trashy. I had to push a couple of plastic storage bins out of the way to lie down completely. She told me to frig fast because her mom might be home any minute and would I really want her to catch me masturbating in her garage. Then she said maybe that’s the best way, she should tie me up in the garage or maybe just shit on me again and just let her mom find me when she raises the garage door. Those words drove me insane. I could picture it and it was like cold chills and hot flashes running across my body at the same time. By now she was sitting on the hood of her car, glaring down at me. I kept frigging, she kept hissing things about me being a fucking bitch frigging for a black girl, that she really should piss on me. I frigged, strained, arched my hips, closed my eyes and exploded. I could hear my cunt squishing, feel it throbbing, then ebbing and I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked my fingers as she ordered me.

She told me to put my panties back on, laughing at me said I don’t have panties, I’m wearing her moms, put those back on and the cut offs, nothing up top yet. She pulled her shorts on and disappeared in the house and came back and tossed something me. I picked it up and went pale. It was a yellow and black bikini top. She told me to put it on, its one of her moms. I said surely you can’t be serious. She ignored me and said, put … it … on … bitch … now. I did.

This wicked look came across her face. She said this is perfect; her old white bitch with cumm on my face and an oozing cunt that’ll soak right through those panties and probably leave snail trails beneath my shortened cutoffs and down my inner thighs.

We both went inside and pissed. I told her this is insane, her mom will freak. She picked up the blouse and bra I’d been wearing, we went to the kitchen and I got a glass of water. We went back on the patio and she told me to start working. Then she told me to throw some dirt against the crotch of my cutoffs, rub some potting soil between my thighs. I did. She said, yeah….that looks good; start digging and planting. I knelt and began. I knew what she was after, I knew the soaked panties and cutoffs might not contain my ooze and it’d probably streak down my thighs.

In about 15 minutes Tonja returned. She did a double take when she saw me in her bikini top. The look on her face was somewhere between sheer bewilderment and laughter but her stare embarrassed me. She finally stammered out … what is this? Whitney, true to her form, handled it and told her mom I was hot from working in the sun and had too many clothes on and certainly I couldn’t work out here in my bra so the bikini top seemed entirely logical and my cutoffs were chaffing my thighs so altering them was a no brainer. Then she gave her mom a look and said somewhat arrogantly that she’d told her mom before they needed a better fence Tonja looked like a confused puppy; she honestly didn’t know what to say or do.

She changed the subject to getting the bags of potting soil out of the trunk of her car. I quickly told her I’d do that which Whitney agreed and ordered her mom to get some plates so we could eat the stuff from the deli. Whitney was so in charge that her mom started automatically doing what she said; I was almost stunned.

We sat at the patio table and chairs and ate. Not much was said. Tonja could not stop looking at me, or more specifically my tits in her bikini. When her mom went inside to pee, Whitney smirked at me and said how my food tasted with my pussy mouth. I broke into laughter. She added she bet her mom was probably inside fingering off.

Tonja came back (whether she was masturbating or not is beyond me). Whitney told her to clear the table while I resumed my work. I remembered what Whitney told me about keeping my ass pointed in Tonja’s direction as much as possible. There really wasn’t much more conversation other than her handing me plants to place in the ground but trust me I know she was mesmerized.

The weather started to change, turned cooler, and rain threatened. I worked faster and Tonja was almost glued to me handing me plants. Whitney seemed to be the overseer. When Tonja went into the garage for something, Whitney told me her mom was eating this up … watching me half naked working in her flowers. Then she gave me a warning; that if her mom made any suggestion about meeting me one on one, even something as innocent as coffee, I was to say to make an excuse and decline. If she pressed the issue I am to say I’ll have to ask Whitney.

When we finished everything Tonja was all smiles and giggles about how good it looked. She asked me if I wanted to shower and get the dirt off me and I could use her bathroom. Whitney, who was slightly behind her mom, looked at me and shook her head “no”. As much as I would have loved a shower, I sheepishly declined Tonya’s offer and told her if I could just wipe off with an old damp towel, I’d be fine. Whitney smiled and nodded. Tonja was downcast.

I put everything back in the garage and came back into the house. Whitney gave me my blouse and bra and a threadbare towel and told me to wipe off in the powder room and change. Tonja stood there and once again interjected I could shower in her bathroom. I thanked her for the kindness but made some excuse that I was just too dirty and I’d take care of it at home. Whitney again nodded at me.

After I’d wiped off and changed, I gave Tonja a light hug, then Whitney a slightly more emotional one. Tonya acted like she wanted to say something but didn’t. Before things got sticky, I blandly said I hope she liked what I’d done and left.

April 16, 2010: The Picnic

This morning, after I showered and talked to both of you, I prepared the picnic Whitney expected. I fixed deviled eggs with shrimp on top, sliced turkey sandwiches, tuna salad sandwiches, potato salad. Raw veggies, iced tea for the girls and wine for Tonja and me.

I dressed in a tan mini and red halter top then left around 10:00 for the one hour drive to the state park. Once there I selected a table on the fringe of the picnic area, fairly close to the lake. I spread a table cloth and set places for them, smoked a few cigarettes and waited. Whitney called me in this process and told me they’d be there around 11:30. I told her where to look for the table.

I greeted them warmly. Whitney was wearing a white mini and top set; Karen, shorts and sleeveless top and Tonja a green camisole top and white shorts which were rather tight and faintly accentuated her pussy. Tonja extended her thanks to me for “catering” this outing and she expressed it with a certain degree of curiosity. I told her I was more than glad to do it and be of service. When Tonja reached into the car to find her sunglasses, Whitney quietly slipped her hand under my skirt, an obvious panty check. I whispered … do you approve, Ma’am. She smiled.

Without too much fanfare I took the food out of my coolers and Tonja genuinely seemed quite pleased at what I’d prepared. After all, Whitney told me what to prepare and all were picnic favorites for Tonja. We ate, making small talk, and I made sure Tonja’s cup of wine was never less than half empty. Mine was the same.

After lunch Whitney and Karen went to the restroom. That left me alone with Tonja for the first time ever, it was awkward. Here I was sitting across the table from a woman I barely knew yet I’d fucked her daughters, let them use me in lurid ways, I’d been naked and fucked Whitney and Karen in her bed, worn her panties and carried her soiled ones home to sniff and wear.

Not knowing what to say, I began by commenting how nice she looked and she responded in kind. Then I remarked that she must be so relieved that tax season is over so she could relax. As we talked I leaned across the table, held my arms close to my tits to create some cleavage. I caught her eyes drifting. I increased the pressure on the sides of my breasts to create more allure. She glanced again and then back to my face. She asked about what I do; she was a bit confused, I told her my main form of work and she responded with … so you really don’t run a cleaning service. I blushed and said every now and then when I feel the need.

She asked again how met Whitney. I felt her gaze, I paused and said originally I met her at a friend’s house briefly and found her to be a very engaging young lady. (I neglected to mention that the friend was Jas and I was naked in a cage when Whitney first saw me. I knew I didn’t have the leeway to go there.) Then I quickly added I did see her (Whitney) at a coffee shop one afternoon and we renewed our acquaintance. Again half true but half not. Tonja seemed to buy this but asked what it was about her daughter that I found so “engaging.” I floundered for a second then said she seemed so mature and dynamic and in control of her surroundings, things that any mom would enjoy hearing. Tonja paused and added something like … yes, she quite a handful at times, keeps her on her toes and that she (Whitney) thinks she’s the boss of things and at times downright domineering. I blushed slightly and said that’s not a bad trait. Tonja chuckled as if I might not be totally aware of Whitney persuasiveness. I said she does tell me things to do but I really don’t mind, it’s harmless and I like people who have strong personalities and I enjoy women who are forceful and purposeful. Again I neglected to tell her how powerless I was around Whitney. Tonja smiled, almost an all-too-knowing smile. I said nothing because I could see the girls returning. Tonja cast another glance at my tits and said that’s a nice top. I blushed and thanked her.

The girls returned. Whitney was coy; Karen almost childish as she’d been during lunch. Whitney quizzed me on why I hadn’t set out dessert. I said I’m sorry Ma’am, your mother and I were talking and again Tonja raised an eyebrow. I fumbled with the container of cheery cheese tarts which I’d picked up from a deli this morning and poured myself and Tonja more wine. I needed the relief. I asked Tonja if she enjoyed the food and she was all smiles and giggles.

After lunch Whitney told me they were going to walk down to the lake and I should clear the table then join them, I did a quiet yes ma’am. It wasn’t lost on Tonja. They left and I lit a cigarette and finished my wine, then put away the remaining food. I left the basket and coolers on the table and headed for the lake.

I saw them by the canoe rentals and started down the path that led in that direction. As I drew closer I saw Karen standing in the lake, water up to her knees, Tonja was scolding her like a child not to get wet or fall in. I approached closer, trying to decide how much of my smile was real and how much was faked nervousness about what might happen next but everything was cool.

Whitney wanted to rent canoes but Tonja wasn’t too keen on the idea and admitted she didn’t know how to maneuver them. Whitney and Karen kept insisting. Then I stepped in and assured Tonja that for me its almost second nature; when I was a couple of years older than Whitney, I was a lifeguard and water safety instructor at a community recreation facility for several summers. Things on the water, including canoes, are second nature to me and all she had to do was sit in the bow of the canoe and I could paddle for both of us. She thought about it for a moment. I encouraged her again and did my best to assure her I was quite capable of taking care of her. She finally said okay.

For a few minutes I took charge, an absolute rarity around Whitney. I had Whitney assume the rear position in one canoe and Karen take the front. I told both of them how to paddle. Then I helped Tonja into the front of the other canoe. It was the first time I’d ever really touched her. She seemed to welcome it and I think her wariness of me dissipated. As I was kneeling on the deck, bent over so I could assist Tonja, I was consciously aware of her gazing at my tits which were almost completely exposed by my gapping halter top and my position of kneeling on the dock and her looking up at me for instruction about how to sit so she could comfortably enjoy the ride. It was a complete accident but I took advantage of the situation not to adjust my top and let her get an eyeful. I even bent down more when I helped her get her life vest buckled. We exchanged smiles. I took the rear position, which does the majority of keeping a canoe in a straight course or turning as required. If Tonja had turned around she’d have been looking directly into my bare cunt but I knew she wasn’t going to shift her position too much.

We set out across the lake. I kept our canoe close to Whitney's for a few minutes so I could give her a few instructions. She adjusted her paddling accordingly and set her canoe on a straight course and thanked me. She quickly shot back at me that she liked the paddles and they’d be fun elsewhere. I knew exactly where her mind was roaming and grinned back.

We stayed out on the lake for about an hour and came back to the dock. Tonja went to the restroom and came back. I asked Whitney if I could go to the restroom if she would excuse me for a moment. Tonja overheard it and raised her eyebrows but she said nothing. When I returned Whitney told me Tonja wanted to sit in the shade by the lake and this would probably be an okay time for me to leave. I told her I would. She told her mom and Karen she’d walk with me back to the car and return shortly. As we walked back up the hill to the picnic area I asked her how things were going and she responded “according to plan.” We packed everything in my car and Whitney gave me one of those looks. I knew what she had in mind.

We went into the restroom by the picnic area, one of those cold expressionless buildings of concrete blocks, a door and four stalls and basins, an antiseptic smell and sterile environment. Whitney and I went into one stall, the farthest from the door, she locked it told me to take my clothes off; she wanted me to see me naked. I almost pleaded with her not to do this but I couldn’t bring myself to deny her. I removed the halter top and mini skirt, even my sandals. She told me to sit on the commode and pee while she watched me. I did, nervously but I finally trickled out some pee. She seemed pleased and why not; she’d just completed step two in humiliating me. She told me to wipe with my hand and lick it off. She was in her glory; her face didn’t lie about her delight. She gave me permission to lift her skirt, pull her panties aside and kiss her cunt. In fact she used that word and slung out the last three letters to the point the word sounded as if it had two or three syllables. I kissed her and licked her. She told me to masturbate for her. I whispered not here. She looked at me with a dumb look and said "here" is all we have, you’ll do it.

Sitting on the commode I ran my right hand to my cunt while she toyed with my breasts, pulled my nipples, lifted my tits by the nipples and tugged, pulled until I was moaning. She told me to finger myself, quite fooling around. I started plunging my fingers in me.

The restroom was so barren. Sunlight streamed in through high windows that only were screened. It was sterile, not sexy or erotic but what I was made it that way. Her youthful face urged me on, I fingered myself. She asked if I wanted to kiss her ass, she used dark terms, her ass hole ... her black shit hole. I began begging her. She turned, pulled panties halfway down her legs and pouched her butt back at me she told me to run my tongue over her black shit hole because she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied otherwise. I pushed my face between her taunt cheeks and found her rose, that hole she so wickedly described. I began licking, sucking, she told me to take my other hand and reach around to her cunt, and play with her, pull her apart and make her cumm. I could hear voices at tables in the distance; I dismissed them from my mind. I metered out my own strokes into my cunt and focused on hers, it took some time but she began to breath irregularly, deeper, I knew where were headed and the inevitable conclusion. I went into her, smelled her, and kept licking her precious puckered hole.

If the sky had parted or the earth quaked I don’t think I would have known it. My world was entirely within that small space surrounded by metal partitions and concrete block walls. Wind blew, sunlight shadows danced, birds chirped, she kept going, building, whispered at me that I was doing good, doing what she wanted and how easily I fell for what she wanted me to do. I kissed her ass and whispered that I love her ass, her cunt, how much I loved being her cunt. Then I said I love you to which she replied … of course you do. She kept rocking, stronger, now, ready to unleash her juices, my lust was suddenly insatiable. Both my hands moved in unison. She was ready and wanted me to cumm with her, I was there, had been. She grasped her hand over mine and shoved me into her holding my hands still almost embedded inside her she strained, uttered a tell tale groan and began rocked off my fingers. I flicked at my clit and came with her. I whispered, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. She snarled out the bitch word.

She quickly turned; skirt lifted and let me gaze at her glistening cunt then told me to lick her dry and get what I wanted, I did. She held my hair her soft hands rubbing at my head. We both were breathing erratically, slowly ebbing. My lips kissed her cunnie, softly nothing wild, just ebbing, kissing, and loving.

There was nothing, no sounds other that breathing, birds chirping, distant voices in play. Suddenly I was conscious of my nakedness. She sensed it. She took my clothes off the stall door hook and clasped them in her hand. Playfulness returned and she told me how interesting it would be for her to unlock the door, run out of the restroom with my clothes and leave me in here naked. I whispered please don’t do that, she told me not today but maybe some day, some day, she like to experience that, here, sometime this summer. She said it would probably give me a thrill. I blushed.

She told me to walk out of the stall naked, go to the sink and clean up; she’d stand guard at the door with my clothes so no one would come inside and embarrass themselves by seeing me naked. That’s exactly how she put it. She slipped out of the stall, my clothes in hand and told me to wash up. Nervous as hell and totally humiliated, I crept out of the stall naked, half crouching, and half insane as I glanced in the mirror over the wash basin. There was only cold water, hell I needed cold water to quench my crazed lust. I ripped off paper towels, dampened them under the cold water facet, and washed my face, my perspiring body and inner thighs coated with silky smooth residue. She stepped back from the door to get a good look at me and laughed. She tossed my clothes at me. She told me she was going to wait for me at out picnic table and I could finish washing up at my own risk. She said look at myself in the mirror again and see my naked body, see what a whore I am. I looked at her, she shouted… do it. I turned to the mirror.

When I turned back to her, she was gone.

I turned back to the mirror; I stared at what stared back. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I could here voices approaching, a moms voice, guiding her offspring. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and scampered the 5-6 feet back into the safety of the stall, just as I was shutting the door, they came inside. The only sound I was really conscious of was my heart beating inside me like a drum. To make my presence know I flushed the toilet. I slipped the skirt on and then the halter top. I smelled my hands; even though freshly washed, they were clearly scented with the essence of her, I knew it was also lingering on my face.

I dressed, I left the stall caught a glance of a mom and her two kids, shamelessly; I splashed water on my face again and wished for a decent bar of soap. Clutching a handful of damp paper towels, I left.

I returned to the table and Whitney. She looked at me again and asked if I had a good time, did I enjoy doing crazy things like this, I said yes, oh Gawd yes. She snickered and said … just wait. We’re just starting. She told me needed to get back to her mom but she’d call me tonight and let me know how it went. She and I put the coolers in my car and we kissed. I left around 2:45.

As I drove, the scene in the restroom rolled through my mind over and over. I couldn’t let it go. Whitney had played her game and done it her way. She was good; good enough to leave me so weak I could barely concentrate. Karen, on the other hand, had floated between adolescence and young adulthood and crossed between the two realms all day. Around Whitney she was more animated; around Tonja less so. I’d driven about 30 miles and as I went through a little town, spied an internet cafe. I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed on laptop out of the back seat, went in and ordered a tea.

I wanted to call her but I resisted the temptation. Instead, I stared pecking away at the keyboard; I had to get it out, transfer things from my mind so I could relax.

I hope both of you are pleased. I am.

April 8, 2010: My Speech for Sophia

Blog 10 04 08 The Speech

I arrived at Mavis by 730 as requested, entered through the back door and took off my mini and hoodie. I dropped my toy bag in the living room and found her sitting in the kitchen. She said my fist task was to prepare her breakfast. Without further delay, I donned an apron and fixed bacon, eggs, grits and coffee for both of us. When we finished, I bathed her then ate her while she sat on the commode seat.

Tisha arrives by 930 dressed in leather mini and skyscraper heels and white satin blouse and black vest. I was not expecting her and truthfully was thrilled to see her. The three of us talked. Through conversations with you, she was well aware of my speech, the need for it but reinforced the fact that it was to be directed at Sophia and would probably result in punishment. I told her it was in the side pocket of my toy bag and if she wanted to read it beforehand, it was fine with me. She chose to wait and listen to me deliver it.

She and Mavis took me, along with my toy bag, to the basement. Tisha sat on the edge of the low table, told me to eat her while my mouth was still pristine because she had no doubt within a few hours I’d be trashed. I knelt in front of her, raised her skirt, removed her panties and brought her off while Mavis watched. Then she handcuffed my hands behind me and locked me in the cage and told me to contemplate what might be in store for me. Sophia and the others would be here around 1030 so I had about 30-45 minutes to sweat it out in the cage. She and Mavis went upstairs, turned out the basement light and left me in serious anticipation. Trust me I was a bundle of nerves.

Shortly I heard the doorbell and people enter and could hear conversation punctuated with laughter. When the basement light came on, I watched as they descended the stairs; first Sophia carrying her bag, Ophelia behind her followed by a chunky girl that I’d never seen, then Paula. Mavis and Tisha brought up the rear.

The laughter was immediate. I felt about 2 inches high and wanted to hide. Ophelia was in stitches. She introduced the girl I didn’t know as her daughter, Rosa, who stared at me with this dumb look on her face like she could not believe what she was seeing. They tossed remarks at me and I remember Rosa saying she didn’t understand why my hands were cuffed since I was in a cage and couldn’t get out. Tisha answered her that it was to keep my hands away from my pussy; otherwise I’d be playing with myself.

Tisha let me out of the cage and told everybody about me. She went back to when we met nearly 2 years ago and how I’d been trained by you for ages. She praised my training and how she’d seen me change from a somewhat confused woman to a servant predominately to black women. She said I had a confession to make courtesy of your brilliant mind and they needed to listen carefully.

She removed my handcuffs and asked me if I wanted to talk through this or did I want to read from my letter. I told her I’d prefer to read the letter. She got it out of my bag, handed it to me and asked if I wanted something to drink, I nodded. She sent Sophia back upstairs and told her to fix me something strong. When she returned, I took a few sips of what I think was gin and lemonade. I knelt naked and they stood around me fully clothed. I started reading, my voice was quivering but I got through the first paragraph, and then took another drink. I focused mainly on Sophia thought I’d look at Tisha a few times and also Mavis. When I got to the part about my college and work experiences, they laughed, made some snide remarks but Tisha told them to shut up and listen. I kept going and finished reading.

Sophia seemed impressed. Ophelia mouthed off that if I was a maid why hadn’t I cleaned her house because all she viewed me as was piece of shit. There were a couple of questions about why I didn’t follow my childhood training as I got older, how did I expect to repay all the nasty things I did or said and Sophia asked me what was the worse thing I’d ever said or done to a black girl. I said I’d used some slang expressions but I don’t even bring those words out of my lips these days. Paula said I was a two faced bitch. I said I’m confessing and submitting myself to you all for service or punishment or whatever you think I need. Tisha interjected that they’d better appreciate it and if this gives them ideas about giving me what I deserve, then so be it. She willing to turn me over to them for a few hours but beyond today as always, she would continue to be the center of power and if anyone wants to use her property, they clear it with her.

She asked me to follow her into a far corner of the basement. She said, okay baby, she was going but Sophia would be the one ultimately in charge but Mavis was here as a sanity check. She kissed me and led me back to where Sophia was standing.

Tisha left. I felt awkward. Sophia picked up my bag and started sorting through things. She called her group over and they huddled and whispered things back and forth. Mavis sat there and smiled. Then Sophia went over to Mavis and they talked quietly. She and Mavis went upstairs for a few minutes and I thought I heard the back door slam then heard them come back into the house. Shortly afterwards they came back downstairs.

Sophia indicated they had things planned out and told me to stand. She and Mavis took a huge bunch of ropes and began tied ropes around each of my wrists but not tying them together. They forced my arms behind me and folded my arms so my right wrist was at my left elbow, left wrist at my right elbow. They roped my arms like that so my forearms were parallel to the floor and from what I could feel; they ran ropes almost entirely along my forearms then ran ropes around my upper arms so it was impossible for me to force my upper arms apart. They wrapped ropes around my back and above and below my tits.

Mavis pulled my hair back like she was going to make a ponytail and Sophia roped my hair until the rope was firmly entwined, and then she threw the rope over an exposed pipe at running under the floor joist. She tugged it until I was yanked high enough so that my feet were barely touching the floor. She put leather cuffs on my ankles and tied ropes through the d-ring of each cuff, kicked my legs apart until they were just wider that my shoulders and tied the ropes from the d-ring to objects in the basement. When she finished she tied more rope from my hair to the exposed pipe above me.

I simply could not move. I looked like an upside down “Y”. I stood there breathing heavily. I glanced at Mavis who sat with this smug expression on her face.

Sophia and the others opened her bag and took out some things; a flogger, crop, paddles and some rawhide strips that looked like shoelaces. She had Ophelia pull my tits out and compress the base and she wrapped the leather strips around the base of each tits. When she finished my tits looked like two individual ice cream cones.

She put her face to my left ear and stuck her tongue in my ear and palmed my cunt at the same time. She whispered in my ear that a smart girl like me should know by know I was going to be beaten for thinking all those evil thoughts about black women. The way she said it was almost lovingly. She told me how much it turned her on to hear me confess, how much pleasure she got from knowing she was about to beat me and just thinking about it made her pussy gush. She ran her hand inside her jeans and then brought her fingers to my mouth and had me suck her wetness off her fingers. Her taste was erotic and she repeated that motion several times until I could taste her scent everywhere inside my mouth. Then she played coy with me, asking me if I was ready to be beaten for my past sins. I quivered so badly I couldn’t speak and only nodded. She French kissed my ears again and in between her whispers she kept telling me what a turn on I was to her and when she earned enough money selling things on the street (I didn’t ask what) she was going to buy me and sell my body forever. She told me she had $700 in her pocket from these other stupid bitches who didn’t mean a thing to her and had half a dozen more lined up who also would pay. When she said that she squeezed my cunt and I moaned and had an orgasm just from her words and one touch of her hand. She spit in my face and called me “easy money”. My face was beet red. She told me she was going to beat me for her personal satisfaction then let her clients do the same. All I had to do was take it and scream. With that, she stepped back to her bag, extracted a blindfold and put it over my eyes and buckled it behind my head. I stood there shaking so hard that if my hair hadn’t been roped and tied to the pipe I’d have probably fainted or fallen.

I heard them talking softly and Mavis say “I have no problem with that.” I sighed then felt something hip my lower abdomen like a searing hot burst; I yelled and then felt a few more on my hips and back. I felt the flogger on my tits hitting, pausing, hitting again and again. I yelled. I heard Sophia say, that’s it bitch, scream, confess. She (I assume it was her) kept beating me all over, she asked how my mom whipped me when I was seven for dissing blacks, I yelled out she used a switch from a bush. Sophia laughed and asked me if this was a better way to get beaten. For some reason I shrieked “yes”. She whipped my legs and asked if that’s how my mom did it. I whimpered yes. She’d let me rest then hit me again and most felt like they were with the flogger. She’d call me a dirty white whore and hit me more. Then she stopped. She pressed my drink to my lips and poured the rest of it down my throat.

I don’t know who beat me next but they weren’t as skillful as Sophia. I think at one time there were two of them beating my simultaneously. One of them I’m sure had the paddle and went after my butt with a multitude of strokes. Someone took what I perceived to be the strap and whipped my cunt and inner thighs. I kept screaming until somebody shoved a ball gag in my mouth. Then they started again. More than once I felt spit hit my face. At one point, I clearly know one of them stood in front of me, I’m pretty sure it was Paula, reached around me and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart so another one of them could beat my asshole. I lost control of my bladder and pissed down my legs and onto the floor. One of them shouted that I nearly pissed on her and slapped my face.

There were a few more hits then I heard Sophia say that was enough. Things got quiet and they let me get my breath. Another drink was pressed to my lips. Sophia removed the blindfold and the ball gag. A huge amount of drool spilled out of my mouth. I looked across the basement and saw the four of them staring at me. No one had taken a single item of clothing off and Mavis was sitting in her chair giggling. I looked down at my body or what I could see of it and all I saw was redness and faint streaks. My tits were totally purplish from being tied. Sophia told Paula to untie my ankles which helped and gave me a little bit of freedom. The she, Sophia, untied my tits and I groaned as the blood started circulating again. Sophia wrapped her arms around me and hugged me for a moment. That helped me mentally recover. Then she carefully untied my hair but still in the process of doing so, managed to pull my hair which she sloughed off with a laugh. She held me to keep me from falling.

Mavis folded what looked like an old bedspread over the low table, put a dirty throw pillow on top of that. Sophia guided me, arms and upper body still bound, over to the table, helped me onto the table and laid me on my back, arms underneath me and against the pillow. I began to relax but I noticed Ophelia and Rosa beginning to undress.

I looked at Ophelia’s plump body as she undressed. Rosa’s was a miniature version of the same, not as plump but definitely headed in that direction. Ophelia said it was funny that I cleaned black women’s houses but why I never offered to clean her house … did I think I was too good. I said no. she asked so when you gonna clean my house, bitch. She twisted my nipples as she said that. I yelled and told her anytime she wanted. She kept twisting until my eyes watered. I told her I would. She kept yelling “when!” I told her anytime.

She crawled up on the table, squatted over me and had me eat her. Once again I had the feeling her pussy was large enough to engulf my entire head. She pulled my legs back and wide apart. Her grip felt like iron. She encouraged Rosa to smack my pussy. As Ophelia settled lower I felt like my ability to breath was entirely in her hands. She slid around until my tongue was able to penetrate her and slowly rocked back and forth, sometimes raising and lowering her hips so I could breathe, until she started cumming. Once she started it was like sucking a swamp. The entire time Rosa was spanking my already tender cunt and Ophelia continued this routine until she wore me out. She got off and told Rosa to take her turn.

Rosa, with this gleeful look on her face, climbed aboard my face. I quickly noticed her pussy was large, fleshy lips and a full bush that was matted in her juices. I don’t think I have ever experienced such a full bush on someone her age. As I began to suck her she cooed and laughed. Ophelia pushed my legs back so Rosa could grab them. I felt a dildo slid into me cunt and began stroking me. I was almost in a rhythm when I heard Ophelia mumble something about the pins and immediately felt her snap pins on each of my labia. I shrieked. I heard her shout about fixing the bitch’s cunt and she kept ramming me. I heard the words “white trash cunt” over and over. Rosa in the meantime was not riding me, just sitting on my face and making me do all the work until I brought her off. I recall the dildo sliding out of my cunt and poking into my rectum and me screaming again. She kept pushing it in and I had no idea how long it was but had the sensation it poked halfway to my tummy. Rosa finally came and slid off me and Paula mounted me. The situation was much the same and the three of them took turns either rammed my ass and cunt or face sitting me and having me suck them off. Sophia joined this group fuck also.

Sophia helped me off the table and put me on my knees on the floor. She stuck her ass back in my face and to give her some tongue. I did. She pushed back farther and I kept sucking. Eventually she turned around and had me eat her pussy, calling me trash mouth the entire time and grabbing my hair and holding me against her pussy until she rocked off several orgasms. Finally this whole thing stopped and I lay there like a rag.

Sophia untied me completely and massaged my hands and arms. There was another round of casual fucking and at one time I was lying on the floor sandwiched between Rosa and Ophelia. Another time I was sucking Ophelia’s massive tits and rubbing Paula’s pussy with one hand and Rosa’s with the other. More than one I had my tongue up Paula’s or Ophelia’s ass.

One thing I noticed was that the entire morning they’d been pissing in a bucket. I figured that would come into use at some point.

From the basement we could hear thunder. Sophia tied a rope loosely around my neck, cuffed my hands in front of me with Velcro cuffs, picked up two other pieces of rope and told me to follow her. She led me upstairs, the rest of them following us. Paula though brought the piss bucket. We went out into the yard. I noticed that what had started out as a sunny day had turned ugly with thick purple clouds. The wind had picked up and the ground was wet from rain. Nonetheless, she herded me into the high fenced enclosure behind Mavis garage and had me lie down on my back. She pulled my cuffed hands over my head until my wrists were against the ground and tied rope from the rings on the cuffs to a fence post. Then she took another rope and tied my ankles together and tied that rope to the fence on the opposite side of then enclosure. Finally this whole thing stopped and I lay there like a rag. I knew what was coming, or so I thought. Sophia pissed on me and Paula poured the piss bucket on me from my hair to my lower legs. When she finished, Sophia squatted and centered her ass over my face. I kissed her ass but she said no way, she wanted my mouth. I went deeper trying to please he but suddenly realized what she intended as her hole flexed open. I pressed back against the dirt and weeds as she plopped her turds on my face. I rolled to one side away from the mess. Ophelia, her flabby body shaking with every step, squatted on my cunt and pooped. She pissed on me as well and told Rosa to shit, but Rosa couldn’t. Instead she settled for pissing on me. Paula had no trouble browning me on my cunt and I’m sure she’d used a suppository based on the consistency. By this time it didn’t t matte; nothing was sacred. Paula smeared the shit around with her foot much as she did last time. Even Mavis got in the act by pissing on me. Sophia took a vibe and pressed it against my clit and at the same time and hissing at me that I looked more like an animal than she ever imagined. I came in a flash. They left me inside the enclosure in their mess, shut the gate and went in the house to eat.

I heard thunder and shivered. Eventually rain began rain and got heavier. I lay there and felt the dirt under me turn to mud. I gave up and pissed again adding to my humiliation. There was a break in the rain and Sophia and Paula came out to get me.

Sophia untied me and we went back inside, and back in the basement. Within minutes rain was pouring by the bucket loads. They were standing around discussing how to fuck me next when I heard Tisha’s voice. Within moments Tisha came downstairs. She laughed at me initially. She told everybody its over, they’ve done enough. Paula however challenged her on that and Tisha told her if she didn’t get enough that wasn’t her problem. Paula went upstairs huffy, Tisha and Sophia talked for awhile before they left.

Tisha intuitively felt I’d had enough and did not want to extent this. Personally it worked for me. She and Mavis went upstairs, while I cleaned the basement and got my bag. We thanked Mavis for her home and talked about Whitney and her family. Mavis is so taken with Whitney and wants to see her again as do I. Tisha and I drove separately to her townhouse. I cleaned up, showered and took a nap before heading home. .