What happened on Monday was fantastic. In calls at lunch Whitney told me to dress sexy, sundress, Tonja panties, heels, and bring some nice wine. I did and arrived around 4:00, Whitney and Karen were already home; Tonja arrived within moments. We embraced.
Whitney told me to get her mom some wine. Tonja almost halfway apologized for the way her daughter ordered me around and mildly admonished Whitney for doing so. Whitney’s response was something like … its okay mom she's used to it. Tonja seemed puzzled and there seemed to be a certain tension in the air.
When I returned with wine Whitney said it’s time we had a little talk and that’s why I was here. Tonja relied something about what on earth do you mean?
She said I was a special person, Tonja relied of course and rambled on about the flowers and picnic and canoeing. Whitney listened and replied, it’s different in many ways; this stuff I tell her to do, she enjoys and expects it. Tonja was even more bewildered and confused.
Whitney told me to get her a glass of wine. Tonja replied she didn’t allow her to drink except on special occasions. Whitney said this is a special occasion, and for me to pour her wine. Robotically I responded, not daring to look at Tonja other than to refill her glass and mine. Karen was sitting back giggling
Then Whitney got very direct with her mom … that I (she called me Eve) expected to be told what to do, I was hooked on serving and … I’m what you might call a slave. Tonja looked at me straight in the face, looked at Whitney, and didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding because I knew exactly where this was going.
Then she started taking to her mom, telling her they knew she fucked some people. They’d seen it, seen that skinny white woman one night, found rubbers in her trash can and Eloise broken ankle bracelet under the corner of her bed when they came back from the beach. Whitney looked at me and said Eloise was the woman who was here yesterday, the friend of the family, so to speak, she laughed. Tonja was spinning like a top and told Whitney she had no right to bring up personal matters to guests.
But Whitney said if its sex you want, Eve is good at sex and she had been fucking me since last fall off and on, met me through Jas, quickly added she doesn’t see Jas any more, but fucked me on my own since the first of the year and so has Karen.
Tonja went ballistic and yelled stuff to Whitney and me … things to me like how dare you touch my daughters. To say I was shaking is a huge understatement. She got up and approached, not threateningly but more in disbelief. Whitney told her to sit down and listen. Tonja stopped dead in her tracks stood there also shaking then sat down. That told me exactly who was in control of this.
Whitney told me to tell her mom how long I’d been fucking black women. I meekly said nearly 3 years. She said to tell her how many. I said over 80, I wasn’t sure. Then I added, Tonja I’m sorry about this …
I never got to finish, Whitney told me to shut up. She told me to stand up. I did. Tonja was shaking so bad the wine in her glass was sloshing back and forth like waves in a bathtub.
Whitney told me to raise my skirt so her mom could see the panties I had on. I raised my skirt and Tonja did a double take. She roared again that those were her panties she’d been missing. I trembled. Before anybody could recover, Whitney dropped the final bomb and told Tonja they’d dressed me in her clothes and fucked me in her bed. I thought Tonja was going to pass out but she turned to Whitney and Karen and shouted … how long has this shit been going on.
Whitney totally ignored her mom’s wrath and instead calmly told me to take my sundress off. Part of me said I should just run for the door and leave but I didn’t, figured that would make something worse. Reluctantly, I slid the shoulder straps off and let my sundress slide off my body and fall at my feet. I was nude except for her panties. A million goose bumps were on my skin and my nipples were rock hard. Tonja exhaled like she’d run a marathon. There was silence except for Whitney saying … see how well she obeys.
Whitney told me to take the panties off and give them back to her mom and thank her for letting me borrow them. I was almost in shock. I sighed and almost closed my eyes but obeyed and stripped off the panties. I picked them up, stepped to Tonja and extended my hand (shaking) with the panties and thanked her for letting me borrow them. Again, I apologized. Whitney told me to shut up.
Whitney told her mom me standing there naked wasn’t a big deal because they’d learned I enjoyed being naked. She told Tonja she should knock off fucking these other people and fuck me instead, I was absolutely terrific and would do anything because I really couldn’t help myself.
Whitney told me to go get more wine and then added the word “slut.” I also asked her if I could use the powder room and pee. She told me okay that we’ll get to the part about pissing later. I thanked her, pissed, and then went to the kitchen. Opening the other bottle of wine in the kitchen, I heard Tonja ask Whitney and Karen when did this start and heard her reply august last year with some other girls who used me like a dog but she’d been doing me since January. Something else was said but I couldn’t quite hear. It took me forever to open the other bottle of wine because I was shaking so badly. Somebody else pissed also.
When I came back Tonja’s eyes followed me, stared straight into my pussy then at my face. I handed her the wine and said now she knows why I say yes Maam to her daughter.
I poured wine, even for Whitney and Karen who remained absolutely silent. Whitney, though, was grinning and said to no one in particular, now doesn’t this feel a lot better. I tried to feel relieved but I couldn’t quite get there. Tonja was trying to calm down; at least she wasn’t yelling.
Whitney began again, telling her mom I was owned by a black woman in town who’d had me for 2 years and a white woman who I’d been serving for a long time and doing things for; between the two of them and a couple of other black women, they’d turned me into a total slut. She already had an agreement that they (the family) could own me too and use me as much or little as they wanted. Planting flowers and taking them on picnics was nothing compared to what I would do and she used the words “slut, whore and pig” to describe me. She briefly told her mom how I’d been fucked in the garage when she went to get more bags of dirt. Then she said we could talk about all that later.
She told Tonja why didn’t she take me upstairs to her bedroom, use me and find out what she’d been missing. She never waited for a response from her mom, but told me to kneel in front of Tonja and ask her to use me.
At this point there was very little left to hide and as far as I was concerned, Whitney had exposed not only my body but given Tonja a glimpse of my past. I went to Tonja, knelt, bowed my head for some reason and told Tonja she could use me. I saw her entire expression melt … like from angry to interested. Then she told me I had no idea what’s been going through her mind lately and if I need to be used I couldn’t be in a better place. I quivered and if somehow I could have touched my cunt, I’d have cumm on the spot. I thanked her.
Tonja joked that I obviously knew where her bedroom was and get my butt up there. I got up and without looking at anyone went toward the stairs. When I turned briefly back toward the living room, I saw Tonja hugging Whitney and Karen. I almost cried.
She followed me up the stairs and when we got to her room, she spun me around and hugged me. We kissed. I shed some tears and apologized if I betrayed her friendship. She didn’t say anything, started taking her clothes off, until she was down to bra, panties and pantyhose. She told me to take those off her. I took off her pantyhose and bra, she nestled my face to her breasts and I sucked her, still shaking, though, kissed down her tummy to her panty which I pulled down, saw her full bush. She pushed me back. We ended up on the floor by her bed, kind of in a 69 position, her on top, but not eating me, just stroking and looking at my cunt. But she settled on my face with no hesitation. I started kissing her ass and pussy. She was grinding on me in a wide arc so that some of my licks were at her clit, some at her pussy and more directly on her hole. She got very intense, so did I. At times she’d sit up straighter so her hole was directly over my mouth and I’d lick deep against her ass. She moaned a lot, rocking her ass and cunt against my mouth. I licked her and used fingers, this went on for a long time until she rolled to one side taking me with her. She was on her back on the floor, telling me she needed more cumms. I relaxed, all fear had passed. I told her my job was to make her cumm and wanted her cumm. I kept 2 or 3 fingers in her pumping away and sucking her breast. She shuddered several times, told me she had several already but had one big one in her. I kept fingering until she said its cumming and arched her hips up. I felt my fingers get wetter and rolled around to kiss her flow and lick her pussy gently until she ebbed.
She got off the floor and collapsed on her bed. She told me to come here, she wanted more. She was on her back, I went for her pussy again and she locked her thighs around my face. I brought her off again. She twisted me around and pushed fingers in me and fucked me. I told her I wanted to cumm and within minutes I exploded.
Whitney and Karen were standing in the doorway. How long they were there and what they saw, I had no idea. It didn’t matter. Tonja saw them and smiled. She went to her bathroom and pissed. I pissed. Whitney came in and watched me, told her mom she’d need to get in the habit of pissing on me in the future.
Whitney said let me show you something and began undressing. She told me to eat her. She was leaning against the bathroom wall and I knelt in front of her. She shoved my face into her cunt, told me to thank her for letting her mom have me. She gushed on me and told Tonja to watch this closely. She pulled my head back by my hair and started pissing on me. Tonja went oh Gawd to the point I was embarrassed. Then Whitney told me to eat Karen and for her mom to keep watching. Karen, who had been standing at the bathroom doorway, came in and stood by Whitney. They embraced. Then Whitney told me to eat her sister’s ass and play with her pussy. I crawled behind Karen, didn’t know how Tonja would react but she said nothing other than OMG.
I ate Karen’s ass and fingered her pussy. Whitney cuddled her, think they were kissing, too. Karen almost couldn’t come but Whitney kept reassuring her it was okay and not to hold back. When she let Whitney know she was going to cumm, Whitney turned her around so I could lick at her pussy. I saw Tonja sitting on the edge of the bathtub frigging. That charged me up like crazy. I sucked Karen off and then Whitney told her to piss … she did, right down the front of my body. Tonja was almost screaming in lust. When I straightened up to my knees, Tonja reached over, grabbed me and shoved my face toward her pussy again. On hands and knees, I ate her. Whitney told her mom to let it go, piss when she wanted to, it’s important to mark me. She told me to finger myself while I ate her mom. I immediately did. Tonja didn’t take long, started cumming, pissing and I came. I almost had tears in my eyes.
I was sitting on the floor, looking up at her and the girls. I couldn’t talk, just sat there trying to absorb this sensation of feeling like the family whore and finally enough energy to say thank you. I hugged Tonja’s thighs, and then Whitney and Karen came over, stroked my piss soaked hair. We had a family moment, nobody talking.
Finally Whitney broke the silence and said this is what she’s like, mom and there’s so much more you won’t believe it. I blushed. She tossed me a towel and ordered me to clean up the floor. I was so weak I could barely function.
We stayed in the bathroom for a while, not saying much, until Tonja said all the sex left her famished. I told them I’d buy dinner. Karen wanted Mexican food. Tonja said we’d shower and do that. I looked to the shower stall over in the corner of the master bath and told them I’d wash them if they wanted me to. One by one I washed them, Tonja first, then Whitney who I ate again in the shower, and Karen. All of us dressed.
We drove over to a Mexican place, sat in a booth, ate and talked. Tonja and I drank 3 margaritas apiece. All of us seemed genuinely relieved. We kept our voices low but I made it clear I would serve them. We talked about Mavis, too. Whitney let me know she and Mavis had talked several times about how to involve the whole family said she wanted her mom to meet Mavis as soon as possible. She also thinks some quality time over there might be eye opening for her mom. By the end of the evening, Tonja was all for meeting Mavis. I’m sure that will leave no stone unturned but if that’s the direction she wants to go, I’m not in charge.
I got home about 9, still feeling the effects of the evening. Wrote you both a note and immediately went to bed.
Whitney told me to get her mom some wine. Tonja almost halfway apologized for the way her daughter ordered me around and mildly admonished Whitney for doing so. Whitney’s response was something like … its okay mom she's used to it. Tonja seemed puzzled and there seemed to be a certain tension in the air.
When I returned with wine Whitney said it’s time we had a little talk and that’s why I was here. Tonja relied something about what on earth do you mean?
She said I was a special person, Tonja relied of course and rambled on about the flowers and picnic and canoeing. Whitney listened and replied, it’s different in many ways; this stuff I tell her to do, she enjoys and expects it. Tonja was even more bewildered and confused.
Whitney told me to get her a glass of wine. Tonja replied she didn’t allow her to drink except on special occasions. Whitney said this is a special occasion, and for me to pour her wine. Robotically I responded, not daring to look at Tonja other than to refill her glass and mine. Karen was sitting back giggling
Then Whitney got very direct with her mom … that I (she called me Eve) expected to be told what to do, I was hooked on serving and … I’m what you might call a slave. Tonja looked at me straight in the face, looked at Whitney, and didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding because I knew exactly where this was going.
Then she started taking to her mom, telling her they knew she fucked some people. They’d seen it, seen that skinny white woman one night, found rubbers in her trash can and Eloise broken ankle bracelet under the corner of her bed when they came back from the beach. Whitney looked at me and said Eloise was the woman who was here yesterday, the friend of the family, so to speak, she laughed. Tonja was spinning like a top and told Whitney she had no right to bring up personal matters to guests.
But Whitney said if its sex you want, Eve is good at sex and she had been fucking me since last fall off and on, met me through Jas, quickly added she doesn’t see Jas any more, but fucked me on my own since the first of the year and so has Karen.
Tonja went ballistic and yelled stuff to Whitney and me … things to me like how dare you touch my daughters. To say I was shaking is a huge understatement. She got up and approached, not threateningly but more in disbelief. Whitney told her to sit down and listen. Tonja stopped dead in her tracks stood there also shaking then sat down. That told me exactly who was in control of this.
Whitney told me to tell her mom how long I’d been fucking black women. I meekly said nearly 3 years. She said to tell her how many. I said over 80, I wasn’t sure. Then I added, Tonja I’m sorry about this …
I never got to finish, Whitney told me to shut up. She told me to stand up. I did. Tonja was shaking so bad the wine in her glass was sloshing back and forth like waves in a bathtub.
Whitney told me to raise my skirt so her mom could see the panties I had on. I raised my skirt and Tonja did a double take. She roared again that those were her panties she’d been missing. I trembled. Before anybody could recover, Whitney dropped the final bomb and told Tonja they’d dressed me in her clothes and fucked me in her bed. I thought Tonja was going to pass out but she turned to Whitney and Karen and shouted … how long has this shit been going on.
Whitney totally ignored her mom’s wrath and instead calmly told me to take my sundress off. Part of me said I should just run for the door and leave but I didn’t, figured that would make something worse. Reluctantly, I slid the shoulder straps off and let my sundress slide off my body and fall at my feet. I was nude except for her panties. A million goose bumps were on my skin and my nipples were rock hard. Tonja exhaled like she’d run a marathon. There was silence except for Whitney saying … see how well she obeys.
Whitney told me to take the panties off and give them back to her mom and thank her for letting me borrow them. I was almost in shock. I sighed and almost closed my eyes but obeyed and stripped off the panties. I picked them up, stepped to Tonja and extended my hand (shaking) with the panties and thanked her for letting me borrow them. Again, I apologized. Whitney told me to shut up.
Whitney told her mom me standing there naked wasn’t a big deal because they’d learned I enjoyed being naked. She told Tonja she should knock off fucking these other people and fuck me instead, I was absolutely terrific and would do anything because I really couldn’t help myself.
Whitney told me to go get more wine and then added the word “slut.” I also asked her if I could use the powder room and pee. She told me okay that we’ll get to the part about pissing later. I thanked her, pissed, and then went to the kitchen. Opening the other bottle of wine in the kitchen, I heard Tonja ask Whitney and Karen when did this start and heard her reply august last year with some other girls who used me like a dog but she’d been doing me since January. Something else was said but I couldn’t quite hear. It took me forever to open the other bottle of wine because I was shaking so badly. Somebody else pissed also.
When I came back Tonja’s eyes followed me, stared straight into my pussy then at my face. I handed her the wine and said now she knows why I say yes Maam to her daughter.
I poured wine, even for Whitney and Karen who remained absolutely silent. Whitney, though, was grinning and said to no one in particular, now doesn’t this feel a lot better. I tried to feel relieved but I couldn’t quite get there. Tonja was trying to calm down; at least she wasn’t yelling.
Whitney began again, telling her mom I was owned by a black woman in town who’d had me for 2 years and a white woman who I’d been serving for a long time and doing things for; between the two of them and a couple of other black women, they’d turned me into a total slut. She already had an agreement that they (the family) could own me too and use me as much or little as they wanted. Planting flowers and taking them on picnics was nothing compared to what I would do and she used the words “slut, whore and pig” to describe me. She briefly told her mom how I’d been fucked in the garage when she went to get more bags of dirt. Then she said we could talk about all that later.
She told Tonja why didn’t she take me upstairs to her bedroom, use me and find out what she’d been missing. She never waited for a response from her mom, but told me to kneel in front of Tonja and ask her to use me.
At this point there was very little left to hide and as far as I was concerned, Whitney had exposed not only my body but given Tonja a glimpse of my past. I went to Tonja, knelt, bowed my head for some reason and told Tonja she could use me. I saw her entire expression melt … like from angry to interested. Then she told me I had no idea what’s been going through her mind lately and if I need to be used I couldn’t be in a better place. I quivered and if somehow I could have touched my cunt, I’d have cumm on the spot. I thanked her.
Tonja joked that I obviously knew where her bedroom was and get my butt up there. I got up and without looking at anyone went toward the stairs. When I turned briefly back toward the living room, I saw Tonja hugging Whitney and Karen. I almost cried.
She followed me up the stairs and when we got to her room, she spun me around and hugged me. We kissed. I shed some tears and apologized if I betrayed her friendship. She didn’t say anything, started taking her clothes off, until she was down to bra, panties and pantyhose. She told me to take those off her. I took off her pantyhose and bra, she nestled my face to her breasts and I sucked her, still shaking, though, kissed down her tummy to her panty which I pulled down, saw her full bush. She pushed me back. We ended up on the floor by her bed, kind of in a 69 position, her on top, but not eating me, just stroking and looking at my cunt. But she settled on my face with no hesitation. I started kissing her ass and pussy. She was grinding on me in a wide arc so that some of my licks were at her clit, some at her pussy and more directly on her hole. She got very intense, so did I. At times she’d sit up straighter so her hole was directly over my mouth and I’d lick deep against her ass. She moaned a lot, rocking her ass and cunt against my mouth. I licked her and used fingers, this went on for a long time until she rolled to one side taking me with her. She was on her back on the floor, telling me she needed more cumms. I relaxed, all fear had passed. I told her my job was to make her cumm and wanted her cumm. I kept 2 or 3 fingers in her pumping away and sucking her breast. She shuddered several times, told me she had several already but had one big one in her. I kept fingering until she said its cumming and arched her hips up. I felt my fingers get wetter and rolled around to kiss her flow and lick her pussy gently until she ebbed.
She got off the floor and collapsed on her bed. She told me to come here, she wanted more. She was on her back, I went for her pussy again and she locked her thighs around my face. I brought her off again. She twisted me around and pushed fingers in me and fucked me. I told her I wanted to cumm and within minutes I exploded.
Whitney and Karen were standing in the doorway. How long they were there and what they saw, I had no idea. It didn’t matter. Tonja saw them and smiled. She went to her bathroom and pissed. I pissed. Whitney came in and watched me, told her mom she’d need to get in the habit of pissing on me in the future.
Whitney said let me show you something and began undressing. She told me to eat her. She was leaning against the bathroom wall and I knelt in front of her. She shoved my face into her cunt, told me to thank her for letting her mom have me. She gushed on me and told Tonja to watch this closely. She pulled my head back by my hair and started pissing on me. Tonja went oh Gawd to the point I was embarrassed. Then Whitney told me to eat Karen and for her mom to keep watching. Karen, who had been standing at the bathroom doorway, came in and stood by Whitney. They embraced. Then Whitney told me to eat her sister’s ass and play with her pussy. I crawled behind Karen, didn’t know how Tonja would react but she said nothing other than OMG.
I ate Karen’s ass and fingered her pussy. Whitney cuddled her, think they were kissing, too. Karen almost couldn’t come but Whitney kept reassuring her it was okay and not to hold back. When she let Whitney know she was going to cumm, Whitney turned her around so I could lick at her pussy. I saw Tonja sitting on the edge of the bathtub frigging. That charged me up like crazy. I sucked Karen off and then Whitney told her to piss … she did, right down the front of my body. Tonja was almost screaming in lust. When I straightened up to my knees, Tonja reached over, grabbed me and shoved my face toward her pussy again. On hands and knees, I ate her. Whitney told her mom to let it go, piss when she wanted to, it’s important to mark me. She told me to finger myself while I ate her mom. I immediately did. Tonja didn’t take long, started cumming, pissing and I came. I almost had tears in my eyes.
I was sitting on the floor, looking up at her and the girls. I couldn’t talk, just sat there trying to absorb this sensation of feeling like the family whore and finally enough energy to say thank you. I hugged Tonja’s thighs, and then Whitney and Karen came over, stroked my piss soaked hair. We had a family moment, nobody talking.
Finally Whitney broke the silence and said this is what she’s like, mom and there’s so much more you won’t believe it. I blushed. She tossed me a towel and ordered me to clean up the floor. I was so weak I could barely function.
We stayed in the bathroom for a while, not saying much, until Tonja said all the sex left her famished. I told them I’d buy dinner. Karen wanted Mexican food. Tonja said we’d shower and do that. I looked to the shower stall over in the corner of the master bath and told them I’d wash them if they wanted me to. One by one I washed them, Tonja first, then Whitney who I ate again in the shower, and Karen. All of us dressed.
We drove over to a Mexican place, sat in a booth, ate and talked. Tonja and I drank 3 margaritas apiece. All of us seemed genuinely relieved. We kept our voices low but I made it clear I would serve them. We talked about Mavis, too. Whitney let me know she and Mavis had talked several times about how to involve the whole family said she wanted her mom to meet Mavis as soon as possible. She also thinks some quality time over there might be eye opening for her mom. By the end of the evening, Tonja was all for meeting Mavis. I’m sure that will leave no stone unturned but if that’s the direction she wants to go, I’m not in charge.
I got home about 9, still feeling the effects of the evening. Wrote you both a note and immediately went to bed.
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