As Jody requested, I wore only a thong, my Lucite heels and a summer raincoat for the drive down. In an upper 80’s day with not a cloud in the sky, a bit out of place but it beats going naked.
Kim met me at the front door and hooted at what I wore and said only an incorrigible slut would dress that way. As soon as she closed the front door I removed the raincoat and struck a provocative pose. She said I hadn’t changed a bit and if anything, I was probably worse to show up dressed like that. She had no intentions of sharing me today.
We hugged. She was wearing jeans and forced her right leg in between my thighs and pressed against my thong covered cunt. That made me melt and I hugged her tighter. She pressed her back against the front door and held me tighter, kissing me like crazy. She worked her leg between me tighter. I went for the friction and bent my knees slightly to keep the pressure against my cunt. She worked her leg against me more and unconsciously I began grinding off on her thigh, humping her. She’d break the kiss to call me a slut and to get off on her leg then kiss me again. I moaned, kept humping; increasing the friction until I was melting. She pulled my thong slightly to one side and told me how wet I was. I knew it. We didn’t break the kiss, her tongue was literally fucking my mouth and I humped her like some lust starved bitch until I came.
I dropped to my knees and kissed my cumm spot on her jeans, then unzipped them and worked them off her legs and lowered her panties. I went to her cunt and began kissing and sucking her. I fingered her cunt then worked that finger to her ass, pressed her rose and slid it in. she hissed at me, called me a tramp. In a matter of minutes I’d returned the favor, sucked her to an orgasm and licked her oozing cunt.
We went straight to her bedroom and I finished undressing her. She draped my thong over the corner of the mirror over her dresser, telling me she would keep that as a souvenir. We rolled around on the bed for a while, licking and kissing until she took a strappy and a set of anal beads out of her bedside table. She lubed my ass and worked the beads into my ass, then pinned me down on her bed and slid the dildo into my cunt. While she pounded my cunt she’d pull the beads out slowly. I was absolutely over the moon, franticly begging her to let me cumm. When she allowed me to cumm, she pulled the last beads out and I nearly passed out from cumming.
We lay there until I got my breath and she forced my mouth to her ass. I tongued her rose and used a vibe on her cunt. I know she had at least two orgasms if not more.
We peed then talked for a while. She’d been thinking about all the times she, Dani and the others had used me at my house; that’s what she missed. Fucking me over and defiling me in my own house, turning me into a crazy fuck bitch under my own roof was what turned her on and she’d frigged off a dozen times reminiscing about those times.
She had a proposition for me; she and Dani would come out and use me like old times, but they would not necessarily clean. She said she thought it’d be neat if they came out and defiled me but I’d pay them to do it. She said the idea of me paying them specifically to turn me into a slimy toilet pig consumed her with insane thoughts. Then she said ... and you know what that will involve, don’t you. I nodded and was shaking all over. She kept glaring down at me, saying … that they’d tie me up, cage me, toilet me, maybe bring somebody new to watch … and I fucking came without her even touching me. She laughed at me and said I couldn’t help myself.
I lay there a minute with her still glaring at me. She said do we have a deal? I said yes; when? She said she’d let me know. We kissed again until she told me I needed to leave before her daughters got home, that she wasn’t too sure how they’d react to seeing a naked white woman lying on her bed. I was weak. I stumbled around the room looking for my clothes before I realized I didn’t have any. I asked if I could clean up. She told me no; drive home naked under the raincoat smelling like I was.
We went to the front door and I slipped on my raincoat, feeling totally stupid. We embraced and kissed her again. She said she’d be in touch and patted my butt. I left. The whole way home I kept touching my cunt. As soon as I got in the house I frigged off.
She called me afterwards and asked if I had a good time. I told her I did. She said we accomplished a lot in two hours didn’t we. She talked to Dani and they’ll work some things out for next week and between now and then, to think about all the fun they’ll have with me.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sept 12, 2010: Sunday with Family
Per Whitney I worn skirt and blouse, heels no bra or panties. I entered through the garage and undressed. Whitney met me at the door dressed in a sheer white baby doll and heels; totally stunning. I told her she looked fabulous. We embraced and kissed passionately and she led me inside. Tonja was standing against the counter, naked, and collared and her hands cuffed in front of her. Whitney informed me Tonja had been nude since Saturday morning around 10:00 when Karen left for her obligatory weekend visit with her father. She’d be home around 4:00.
I hugged Tonja. Whitney had her kneel and kiss my cunt and ass while was so odd for me. I poured wine for everybody then Whitney took the hand cuffs from my bag and cuffed my hands in front of me also. We sat in the living room and talked. Tonja related, at Whitney's prodding, that she’d been used thoroughly, had not been allowed to bathe or sleep in a bed last night. She’d been peeing in the bathtub and had been outside last night to piss. Whitney sat there glowing with supreme confidence as Tonja brought me up to date. I asked if Karen was aware of any of this and Whitney quickly told me “no” but the time was coming soon. I brought them up to date on my activities.
Whitney summoned me over. I went to her, knelt between her legs and began worshipping her pussy while Tonja watched. She made it last forever, made me work to bring her off with my mouth and fingers. She made me beg for her cumm which I willingly did. She rewarded me with a beautiful orgasm then had me lick and clean her thoroughly and pay respect to her ass. Once I’d done that, she directed me over to Tonja. The two of us kissed, me giving Tonja Whitney's essence. During that she called us her whores. My cunt was raging and I would have loved a release but at that moment it was not to be.
From there, filled wine glasses in hand, we moved upstairs to Tonja’s bedroom. Whitney took a double ended dildo from Tonja’s dresser. The thing was probably 16-18 inches long. She directed us to the floor on our elbows and knees with our butts facing each other. She inserted one end in Tonja’s pussy, the other in mine then had us back closer together and our ass cheeks touching and the dildo embedded in our cunts. Then she told us to fuck each other. At first it was awkward, our motions were clumsy, uncoordinated and the thing kept slipping out. Whitney had a belt and slapped our butts and told us to figure it out and not to piss her off. She called us cunt whores and kept slapping our butts and told us we were too greedy. To help us find rhythm, she took a long rope, looped it under my tummy, in front of my thighs, ran it around under Tonja’s tummy and in front of her thighs and kept cinching it around us until she’d tied us together and our butts were mashed against each other. There was no way the double ended thing was going to slip out. She told us to try again. Finally we established a rhythm. She sat on the edge of the bed; we were parallel to the side of the bed and close enough that she could flail us with the belt. She told us how stupid we looked, like two old horny bitches trying to fuck. We kept going. She stopped us and attached clothes pins to my nipples and Tonja’s as well. She said maybe this will make us serious about fucking. It was agony! We started again and she kept whipping at our buts and tits. She told us to make some noise; she wanted to hear whore noises. We grunted, moaned and struggled until I came. She whipped her mom for not trying hard enough. Tonja came. We kept fucking. I came a total of 3 times, Tonja, I think came twice.
Whitney was laughing like crazy. She said we were worse than two dogs trying to mate. She removed the pins, untied us and removed the cuffs. Tonja was so tired she was barely able to stagger to the bathroom and pee.
After I peed Whitney gave her mom a break and let her rest. I covered her with a blanket and closed her bedroom door. Whitney and I though, went downstairs and plopped on the sofa. We hugged close, rubbed each other, talked and I sucked her nipples, and ate her again when she wanted me to. We stayed like that until Karen walked in.
Karen asked where Tonja was and we said sleeping; she’d had a rough day.
The look on Karen’s face was pouty, as if she walked in and interrupted something. She was almost standoffish. Whitney laughed her off and said she was just getting me warmed up for her. I went to Karen and kissed her and told her I was hers and there’s no reason to pout. She called me a white bitch, a slut and such. I said yes but I’m yours, let me show you. I undressed her and kissed her pussy, sucked her nipples and caressed her body, doing what I could to get her in a mood. I began to tell her how wet she was and how much I loved her wetness. She joined Whitney on the sofa and I slipped to the floor. Whitney began kissing her lips and I kissed her pussy, sucking, using fingers and Karen immediately softened. I brought her off and then lifted her leg and buried my face in her ass, kissing and licking her. I brought her off again and kept playing with her.
Whitney asked Karen why she was in such a mood. The response was that she had to be at her dads and missed most of the goodies. I assured her that in no way did I want her to feel shorted. Whitney asked her sister if it would make her feel better to be alone with me for a while. Karen said yes.
She and I went to her bedroom and closed the door. I told her again I was hers and wanted to make her feel good and I’ll do anything to make it happen. I took her in my arms and held her and kissed her, telling her she was so precious. I fingered her and she came again. She told me she’s pissed because I won’t fuck her friends. I told her that’s not true; it is my understanding her mom and sister have some say about when and with who. But I will fuck her friends, fuck whoever she says and I’ll do it as soon as it’s okay. I told her she can be totally in charge of me and as far as I’m concerned, she's above me in every respect.
She had Whitney come upstairs and we all talked this thing through. Karen named off about a dozen girls and Whitney stopped her and said no more than 4; that’s what she had. Then Karen went back to the time at the farmhouse where Jas was in charge and there were bunches of people. Whitney reminded her that’s Jasmine’s way and we don’t do thing like Jas does. Finally Karen settled on four names that she wanted to have over. (She was talking like within the next hour, lol.) Whitney said we structure and plan this but it cannot be here; it freaks mom. Karen piped up and asked then why can’t we have it at the farm house and not tell mom. Whitney said, perhaps.
Karen had to pee and she and Whitney had me get in the tub. Karen squatted and peed on me and Whitney followed. Karen was beaming like she just discovered her big girl panties. The three of us talked; actually it was mostly the two of them discussing Karen’s friends.
I cleaned up and went into Tonja’s bedroom and kissed her awake and said goodbye. She had tears in her eye and said she’d become her daughters slave; how did this happen. I asked her if she was happy. She said it’s so confusing. She talked; I listened. I told her that in any relationship there’s always one person who is more dominate than the other, makes no difference if its sexual or not. I told her what has happened has happened, let go and then reaffirmed she has two beautiful daughters who will not compromise her.
Shortly afterwards I left.
I hugged Tonja. Whitney had her kneel and kiss my cunt and ass while was so odd for me. I poured wine for everybody then Whitney took the hand cuffs from my bag and cuffed my hands in front of me also. We sat in the living room and talked. Tonja related, at Whitney's prodding, that she’d been used thoroughly, had not been allowed to bathe or sleep in a bed last night. She’d been peeing in the bathtub and had been outside last night to piss. Whitney sat there glowing with supreme confidence as Tonja brought me up to date. I asked if Karen was aware of any of this and Whitney quickly told me “no” but the time was coming soon. I brought them up to date on my activities.
Whitney summoned me over. I went to her, knelt between her legs and began worshipping her pussy while Tonja watched. She made it last forever, made me work to bring her off with my mouth and fingers. She made me beg for her cumm which I willingly did. She rewarded me with a beautiful orgasm then had me lick and clean her thoroughly and pay respect to her ass. Once I’d done that, she directed me over to Tonja. The two of us kissed, me giving Tonja Whitney's essence. During that she called us her whores. My cunt was raging and I would have loved a release but at that moment it was not to be.
From there, filled wine glasses in hand, we moved upstairs to Tonja’s bedroom. Whitney took a double ended dildo from Tonja’s dresser. The thing was probably 16-18 inches long. She directed us to the floor on our elbows and knees with our butts facing each other. She inserted one end in Tonja’s pussy, the other in mine then had us back closer together and our ass cheeks touching and the dildo embedded in our cunts. Then she told us to fuck each other. At first it was awkward, our motions were clumsy, uncoordinated and the thing kept slipping out. Whitney had a belt and slapped our butts and told us to figure it out and not to piss her off. She called us cunt whores and kept slapping our butts and told us we were too greedy. To help us find rhythm, she took a long rope, looped it under my tummy, in front of my thighs, ran it around under Tonja’s tummy and in front of her thighs and kept cinching it around us until she’d tied us together and our butts were mashed against each other. There was no way the double ended thing was going to slip out. She told us to try again. Finally we established a rhythm. She sat on the edge of the bed; we were parallel to the side of the bed and close enough that she could flail us with the belt. She told us how stupid we looked, like two old horny bitches trying to fuck. We kept going. She stopped us and attached clothes pins to my nipples and Tonja’s as well. She said maybe this will make us serious about fucking. It was agony! We started again and she kept whipping at our buts and tits. She told us to make some noise; she wanted to hear whore noises. We grunted, moaned and struggled until I came. She whipped her mom for not trying hard enough. Tonja came. We kept fucking. I came a total of 3 times, Tonja, I think came twice.
Whitney was laughing like crazy. She said we were worse than two dogs trying to mate. She removed the pins, untied us and removed the cuffs. Tonja was so tired she was barely able to stagger to the bathroom and pee.
After I peed Whitney gave her mom a break and let her rest. I covered her with a blanket and closed her bedroom door. Whitney and I though, went downstairs and plopped on the sofa. We hugged close, rubbed each other, talked and I sucked her nipples, and ate her again when she wanted me to. We stayed like that until Karen walked in.
Karen asked where Tonja was and we said sleeping; she’d had a rough day.
The look on Karen’s face was pouty, as if she walked in and interrupted something. She was almost standoffish. Whitney laughed her off and said she was just getting me warmed up for her. I went to Karen and kissed her and told her I was hers and there’s no reason to pout. She called me a white bitch, a slut and such. I said yes but I’m yours, let me show you. I undressed her and kissed her pussy, sucked her nipples and caressed her body, doing what I could to get her in a mood. I began to tell her how wet she was and how much I loved her wetness. She joined Whitney on the sofa and I slipped to the floor. Whitney began kissing her lips and I kissed her pussy, sucking, using fingers and Karen immediately softened. I brought her off and then lifted her leg and buried my face in her ass, kissing and licking her. I brought her off again and kept playing with her.
Whitney asked Karen why she was in such a mood. The response was that she had to be at her dads and missed most of the goodies. I assured her that in no way did I want her to feel shorted. Whitney asked her sister if it would make her feel better to be alone with me for a while. Karen said yes.
She and I went to her bedroom and closed the door. I told her again I was hers and wanted to make her feel good and I’ll do anything to make it happen. I took her in my arms and held her and kissed her, telling her she was so precious. I fingered her and she came again. She told me she’s pissed because I won’t fuck her friends. I told her that’s not true; it is my understanding her mom and sister have some say about when and with who. But I will fuck her friends, fuck whoever she says and I’ll do it as soon as it’s okay. I told her she can be totally in charge of me and as far as I’m concerned, she's above me in every respect.
She had Whitney come upstairs and we all talked this thing through. Karen named off about a dozen girls and Whitney stopped her and said no more than 4; that’s what she had. Then Karen went back to the time at the farmhouse where Jas was in charge and there were bunches of people. Whitney reminded her that’s Jasmine’s way and we don’t do thing like Jas does. Finally Karen settled on four names that she wanted to have over. (She was talking like within the next hour, lol.) Whitney said we structure and plan this but it cannot be here; it freaks mom. Karen piped up and asked then why can’t we have it at the farm house and not tell mom. Whitney said, perhaps.
Karen had to pee and she and Whitney had me get in the tub. Karen squatted and peed on me and Whitney followed. Karen was beaming like she just discovered her big girl panties. The three of us talked; actually it was mostly the two of them discussing Karen’s friends.
I cleaned up and went into Tonja’s bedroom and kissed her awake and said goodbye. She had tears in her eye and said she’d become her daughters slave; how did this happen. I asked her if she was happy. She said it’s so confusing. She talked; I listened. I told her that in any relationship there’s always one person who is more dominate than the other, makes no difference if its sexual or not. I told her what has happened has happened, let go and then reaffirmed she has two beautiful daughters who will not compromise her.
Shortly afterwards I left.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Sept 9, 2010: Dress up for Molly
Being available for Molly has become uncomfortably frequent lately; her attitude more bossy, her whims more bizarre. Today was no exception though her insistence to dress sexy didnt seeem too out of the ordinary initially. To please her, I wore a mini, white silk blouse, white strappy sandals and was at her house by 12:45, a few minutes late due to directions. I entered to find her and a few girl friends partying, meaning the kitchen island was cluttered with beer bottles. Molly's mom was at work, the girls cut afternoon classes. She was extremely bitchy being on her own turf; I was extremely nervous from the minute I walked in.
She introduced me to two new girls, one being Julie, a tall, slender, long blonde hair, dreamy eyes, an angelic face, long legs to die for, minimal boobs but a very cute, shapely butt. She was wearing the tightest pair of short shorts you can imagine and a white top. The other new girl, Kayla, is about 5’5”, slender, pouty looks and a peaches and cream complexion. I asked if there was wine available, Molly got some out of the fridge. I poured myself a glass figuring I’d need it sooner rather than later.
Molly’s mom’s new house is a tasteful fairly new brick two-story in a rolling, hilly subdivision in the northwest part of the suburbs. It’s a 5 bedroom home with a pool and the rear of the lots adjoins a golf course. The homes in that area are easily approach the seven figure range. Apparently her mom did quite well in her divorce settlement.
Molly and Stephanie reminded me they’d made concessions about not having a gang bang and in return I’d promised to do things today as they wanted. I remembered and agreed though at the moment it seemed stupid. I had to go through this silly swearing ritual promising I’d do exactly what they said this afternoon, specifically I’m going to fuck these two new girls which she said for me shouldn’t be a big deal.
On the counter was a red plastic bag package with logo on the side from an adult boutique. She told me to open it; reluctantly, I did, and pulled out a package. I thigh, oh fuck. The thing was a cheap, cheesy, sexy teal green teddy trimmed in black lace plus a pair of black fishnet hose.
They told me this is what I’m wearing. Molly showed me to her mom’s bedroom on the main floor. I undressed and looked at this stuff, sighed and put it on. I looked in the mirror and thought OMG, total whore stuff. My nipples were definitely prominent and the material was so tight across my cunt my lips were clearly defined as well. I slipped my heels back on and went back to where they were. You can imagine the catcalls, whistles, jeers and stupid remarks they threw at me. The looks on Molly's and Stephanie’s faces were bad enough but Kayla and Julie were worse. Wearing this hooker attire just set me off. They compared me to their moms and unanimously agreed I was a total slut mom substitute and what I needed where some daughters to keep me inline. This constant deriding conversation was picking me apart. Their comments about my attire were endless and made me feel foolish. They said I should be ashamed for being dressed like I was, running around all dolled up like I was a porn queen
Finally Molly said it was time to initiate the new girls. We moved the party to a downstairs basement rec room; the beer, wine, snacks and my toy bag. The basement is a walkout with French doors to the pool. There’s a huge rec room, sofas, TV, and a cabana bath, with sauna. The pool itself looked marvelous.
Stephanie tied my hands behind me with rope; why I don’t know, but it added to the humiliation. They had me strutting around for a long time. They talked about how dumb I looked dressed like a slut with my hands tied behind me.
Molly told me to look at Kayla and Julie and beg them to rip my clothes off me or did I want them to pay me a visit some night and write slut on my front windows. I said no and started asking Kayla and Julie to rip my clothes off. Julie laughed and said what I had on barely qualified as clothes. Molly pointed out to me that I must be excited because my cunt juice was had soaked through the teddy.
Julie reached up and grabbed the teddy between the shoulder straps and yanked it so hard the straps ripped out and the top flopped down to my waist, exposing my tits. My nipples were rock hard. Then she yanked the three snaps at the crotch and popped them open. They laughed at my shaved pussy and said I was trying to look like a girl. From there she just yanked the whole thing down my legs and it bunched around my ankles. I was embarrassed almost to the point of tears. I could not look at them. My face was beet red and I felt like I had just been exposed in front of a 1000 people. I stepped out of the thing; that left me in the cheesy fishnets and heels. Molly told me I should be ashamed of exposing myself to them and someone my age should be in charge but obviously I wasn’t because I was naked and they we still dressed.
Molly told me to walk around. I couldn’t even hold my head up but I started walking around from one side of the room to the other, listening to their comments. Molly told me to come back and ask the new girls if they wanted to play with me. My voice was breaking with emotion but I did. Kayla and Julie gave me some dirty looks but started touching me. Stephanie had me bend at the waist and step my legs apart. She separated my ass cheeks so they could see my ass hole and cunt from behind. The girls started rubbing my cunt and of course I was squishy wet by then.
Molly and Stephanie talked about all the bad things I’d done or that they’d done to me. Then she said that I was a slut mom. Molly made me talk a little bit about how I couldn’t help myself. She kept prompting me to say I was a bad little girl. Molly said I should be spanked for being such a bad little girl. She brought up everything I’d done so far today; dress like a tramp, get wet, expose myself, let strange girls feel me, strut around naked and so on. Molly walked me over to the wet bar and had me look at my reflection in the mirror. The face that looked back at me had shame written all over it but I knew it was too late to stop. I saw them standing behind me.
She led me over to Julie and Kayla and told them to spank me. Both of them used their hands and did but Molly wasn’t satisfied. She ran upstairs and came back with her mom’s hair brush. She pushed me to the floor on my face and knees, my ass well exposed. Then things got wicked. Their first few smacks with the hair brush were clumsy but they got the hang of it quickly. It was as if the loud smacks from the brush on my bare butt ignited a fire in everybody; that, and the beer. They really spanked me until my butt was stinging.
At that point, Stephanie untied my hands. Molly told me to get on all 4’s and crawl around. To add insult, she tied a rope around my neck and tugged me throughout the room. It was the complete essence of her control over me at that moment. Molly told me to beg the two girls if I could see them naked and how much I wanted to eat them. Like some depraved slut, and that’s what I was at the point, I begged them. They teased me. Julie asked me what I intended to do if they undressed. I said I wanted to lick them. I watched as Julie, the more responsive of the two, stripped in front of me. Molly and Stephanie applauded her and told Kayla to do the same. Both of them were slender, tight bodies, small breasts, wispy pussies and such tight little buns. I began licking Julie, then Kayla. By now all their timidity was long gone. Molly had them turn and present their asses to me. I held Julie’s cheeks apart, kissed her ass then licked it and began swirling my tongue over her rose. I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. That made her moan. I did the same to Kayla. Licking those tight little roses made me wet as ever.
Molly and Stephanie undressed. I sucked Stephanie to a cumm while the others watched. Molly pushed me to the floor and straddled my face. I started eating her cunt. By now everybody was into this 100% and I heard lots of laughs, giggles, cheers and insults. Molly came. Stephanie took another turn and put her skinny little ass right in my face. I brought her off again. Neither Kayla nor Julie had cumm from the first time I ate them. Julie said she wanted one, too. She was sitting on the floor and spread her legs. I rolled over and buried my face between her legs and started licking and sucking her, licking her rose and playing with her nipples. The others cheered us on. She propped up on her elbows and watched me eat her then lay back until she said she was going to cumm and she shouted out, moaned and came. Molly rolled me to my back again and told Kayla she had to cumm and told her to sit on my face. She guided Kayla down on me, and I began eating her. She exclaimed omg, it’s wonderful.
After I brought Kayla off, the girls positioned me on my back on the floor. They pulled my legs back over my head then pulled them wide apart; my ass and cunt were sticking straight toward the ceiling. Stephanie and Molly started taking advantage of my totally vulnerable holes, using one of my dildos and the vibe. Kayla and Julie were holding my legs back while the other two fucked me. I built up quickly and groaned. Molly kept vibing my cunt, especially my clit which was throbbing bud. Stephanie had the dildo reaming my ass until I shouted and came. They kept buzzing me and rubbing me and I came again. I lay there feeling disgraced.
I wobbled to my feet to go pee. The girls followed me. Molly denied me the commode and had me squat in the tub; again, just another step in her demonic way of picking me apart. It goes without saying that the four of them watched me.
Molly stopped things for the day. It was nearly 4 and she had to get us out before her mom came home. We dressed. I picked up the ripped clothing and put on my regular things. Stephanie took Kayla and Julie home. I bagged all the empty beer bottles and carried them out to my car then came back to see Molly. She told me she wasn’t through with me, that she has something else in mind. She let me know I owed her big time and I, as usual, agreed to see her again.
I left there red faced. What freaked me about today was the way Molly paced things out over such a lengthy period of time to create this aura of humiliation. I hate to say it but it was one of her strongest performances in degrading me.
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She introduced me to two new girls, one being Julie, a tall, slender, long blonde hair, dreamy eyes, an angelic face, long legs to die for, minimal boobs but a very cute, shapely butt. She was wearing the tightest pair of short shorts you can imagine and a white top. The other new girl, Kayla, is about 5’5”, slender, pouty looks and a peaches and cream complexion. I asked if there was wine available, Molly got some out of the fridge. I poured myself a glass figuring I’d need it sooner rather than later.
Molly’s mom’s new house is a tasteful fairly new brick two-story in a rolling, hilly subdivision in the northwest part of the suburbs. It’s a 5 bedroom home with a pool and the rear of the lots adjoins a golf course. The homes in that area are easily approach the seven figure range. Apparently her mom did quite well in her divorce settlement.
Molly and Stephanie reminded me they’d made concessions about not having a gang bang and in return I’d promised to do things today as they wanted. I remembered and agreed though at the moment it seemed stupid. I had to go through this silly swearing ritual promising I’d do exactly what they said this afternoon, specifically I’m going to fuck these two new girls which she said for me shouldn’t be a big deal.
On the counter was a red plastic bag package with logo on the side from an adult boutique. She told me to open it; reluctantly, I did, and pulled out a package. I thigh, oh fuck. The thing was a cheap, cheesy, sexy teal green teddy trimmed in black lace plus a pair of black fishnet hose.
They told me this is what I’m wearing. Molly showed me to her mom’s bedroom on the main floor. I undressed and looked at this stuff, sighed and put it on. I looked in the mirror and thought OMG, total whore stuff. My nipples were definitely prominent and the material was so tight across my cunt my lips were clearly defined as well. I slipped my heels back on and went back to where they were. You can imagine the catcalls, whistles, jeers and stupid remarks they threw at me. The looks on Molly's and Stephanie’s faces were bad enough but Kayla and Julie were worse. Wearing this hooker attire just set me off. They compared me to their moms and unanimously agreed I was a total slut mom substitute and what I needed where some daughters to keep me inline. This constant deriding conversation was picking me apart. Their comments about my attire were endless and made me feel foolish. They said I should be ashamed for being dressed like I was, running around all dolled up like I was a porn queen
Finally Molly said it was time to initiate the new girls. We moved the party to a downstairs basement rec room; the beer, wine, snacks and my toy bag. The basement is a walkout with French doors to the pool. There’s a huge rec room, sofas, TV, and a cabana bath, with sauna. The pool itself looked marvelous.
Stephanie tied my hands behind me with rope; why I don’t know, but it added to the humiliation. They had me strutting around for a long time. They talked about how dumb I looked dressed like a slut with my hands tied behind me.
Molly told me to look at Kayla and Julie and beg them to rip my clothes off me or did I want them to pay me a visit some night and write slut on my front windows. I said no and started asking Kayla and Julie to rip my clothes off. Julie laughed and said what I had on barely qualified as clothes. Molly pointed out to me that I must be excited because my cunt juice was had soaked through the teddy.
Julie reached up and grabbed the teddy between the shoulder straps and yanked it so hard the straps ripped out and the top flopped down to my waist, exposing my tits. My nipples were rock hard. Then she yanked the three snaps at the crotch and popped them open. They laughed at my shaved pussy and said I was trying to look like a girl. From there she just yanked the whole thing down my legs and it bunched around my ankles. I was embarrassed almost to the point of tears. I could not look at them. My face was beet red and I felt like I had just been exposed in front of a 1000 people. I stepped out of the thing; that left me in the cheesy fishnets and heels. Molly told me I should be ashamed of exposing myself to them and someone my age should be in charge but obviously I wasn’t because I was naked and they we still dressed.
Molly told me to walk around. I couldn’t even hold my head up but I started walking around from one side of the room to the other, listening to their comments. Molly told me to come back and ask the new girls if they wanted to play with me. My voice was breaking with emotion but I did. Kayla and Julie gave me some dirty looks but started touching me. Stephanie had me bend at the waist and step my legs apart. She separated my ass cheeks so they could see my ass hole and cunt from behind. The girls started rubbing my cunt and of course I was squishy wet by then.
Molly and Stephanie talked about all the bad things I’d done or that they’d done to me. Then she said that I was a slut mom. Molly made me talk a little bit about how I couldn’t help myself. She kept prompting me to say I was a bad little girl. Molly said I should be spanked for being such a bad little girl. She brought up everything I’d done so far today; dress like a tramp, get wet, expose myself, let strange girls feel me, strut around naked and so on. Molly walked me over to the wet bar and had me look at my reflection in the mirror. The face that looked back at me had shame written all over it but I knew it was too late to stop. I saw them standing behind me.
She led me over to Julie and Kayla and told them to spank me. Both of them used their hands and did but Molly wasn’t satisfied. She ran upstairs and came back with her mom’s hair brush. She pushed me to the floor on my face and knees, my ass well exposed. Then things got wicked. Their first few smacks with the hair brush were clumsy but they got the hang of it quickly. It was as if the loud smacks from the brush on my bare butt ignited a fire in everybody; that, and the beer. They really spanked me until my butt was stinging.
At that point, Stephanie untied my hands. Molly told me to get on all 4’s and crawl around. To add insult, she tied a rope around my neck and tugged me throughout the room. It was the complete essence of her control over me at that moment. Molly told me to beg the two girls if I could see them naked and how much I wanted to eat them. Like some depraved slut, and that’s what I was at the point, I begged them. They teased me. Julie asked me what I intended to do if they undressed. I said I wanted to lick them. I watched as Julie, the more responsive of the two, stripped in front of me. Molly and Stephanie applauded her and told Kayla to do the same. Both of them were slender, tight bodies, small breasts, wispy pussies and such tight little buns. I began licking Julie, then Kayla. By now all their timidity was long gone. Molly had them turn and present their asses to me. I held Julie’s cheeks apart, kissed her ass then licked it and began swirling my tongue over her rose. I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. That made her moan. I did the same to Kayla. Licking those tight little roses made me wet as ever.
Molly and Stephanie undressed. I sucked Stephanie to a cumm while the others watched. Molly pushed me to the floor and straddled my face. I started eating her cunt. By now everybody was into this 100% and I heard lots of laughs, giggles, cheers and insults. Molly came. Stephanie took another turn and put her skinny little ass right in my face. I brought her off again. Neither Kayla nor Julie had cumm from the first time I ate them. Julie said she wanted one, too. She was sitting on the floor and spread her legs. I rolled over and buried my face between her legs and started licking and sucking her, licking her rose and playing with her nipples. The others cheered us on. She propped up on her elbows and watched me eat her then lay back until she said she was going to cumm and she shouted out, moaned and came. Molly rolled me to my back again and told Kayla she had to cumm and told her to sit on my face. She guided Kayla down on me, and I began eating her. She exclaimed omg, it’s wonderful.
After I brought Kayla off, the girls positioned me on my back on the floor. They pulled my legs back over my head then pulled them wide apart; my ass and cunt were sticking straight toward the ceiling. Stephanie and Molly started taking advantage of my totally vulnerable holes, using one of my dildos and the vibe. Kayla and Julie were holding my legs back while the other two fucked me. I built up quickly and groaned. Molly kept vibing my cunt, especially my clit which was throbbing bud. Stephanie had the dildo reaming my ass until I shouted and came. They kept buzzing me and rubbing me and I came again. I lay there feeling disgraced.
I wobbled to my feet to go pee. The girls followed me. Molly denied me the commode and had me squat in the tub; again, just another step in her demonic way of picking me apart. It goes without saying that the four of them watched me.
Molly stopped things for the day. It was nearly 4 and she had to get us out before her mom came home. We dressed. I picked up the ripped clothing and put on my regular things. Stephanie took Kayla and Julie home. I bagged all the empty beer bottles and carried them out to my car then came back to see Molly. She told me she wasn’t through with me, that she has something else in mind. She let me know I owed her big time and I, as usual, agreed to see her again.
I left there red faced. What freaked me about today was the way Molly paced things out over such a lengthy period of time to create this aura of humiliation. I hate to say it but it was one of her strongest performances in degrading me.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sept 7, 2010: Back to Daphnes Garage
My owners talked about my activities for the day. Although I had talked to Mavis around 8:30, Katrina had talked to her since then. Mavis was fully wired in on what was expected of me today. Katrina gave me specific instructions about how I was to dress, mentioned a patterned sundress she knew I had; no bra or panties, heels and nothing else and take my toy bag. Due to the style of the dress and the fabric, when I wear this without a bra my nipples are quite prominent and it shows a lot of cleavage. My other instruction was to stop at a coffee shop, go inside and get a coffee so that Mavis and Daphne would know I’d exhibited myself in a public place. I did as told, stopped a couple of miles from Daphne’s, went in and bought a coffee. Predictably, I got tons of looks.
When I got within a few blocks of Daphne’s, I called her. She told me to park in the alley behind her house, go in to the garage thru the back door and take my sundress off and toss it out the back door along with my car keys. I got there around 11:45 parked in the alley and entered thru the side door of the garage. I took off the dress, tossed it out the back door and tossed my car keys on top of it. I saw Daphne at the back door of her house along with what I perceived to be her youngest daughter, now probably 4 or 5. She sent the child out into the yard. I shrank back in the garage shaking as I watched the girl scoop up my dress and keys and walk innocently back into the house.
When the girl was back in the house, my cell rang. It was Daphne. She said she’d be there in a minute and to wait. I was like hell where am I going to go. I took my wrist watch and wedding rings off (something Katrina told me to do because in her words, I was married only to my desires for servitude.) A few minutes later Daphne came out with a small bag and a cooler. She gave me a quick hello bitch, wondered when you’d darken my door again. We hugged briefly.
She took two sets of cuffs out of the bag. She told me to put my arms behind me and she snapped hand cuffs on me. She bent and attached ankle cuffs around each ankle, connected by about 10-12 inches of thin chain. I though, OMG, here we go again, just like old times. I knew I couldn’t walk, only hobble. She squeezed my cunt and said she’d be back in a few minutes; she had to take her girl to daycare a few blocks away then pick up a couple of things. If anyone else showed up, I knew what to do. I saw her get into her car with the girl and drive away. I thought oh fuck.
After my heart stopped beating a mile a minute, I shuffled around the garage taking inventory of the situation. The place was not as messy as the last time I was there. Most of the junk was gone. There were moving boxes stacked against one wall. I had no idea what that signified. The old iron single bed with the wire platform was propped up against the far wall. Still, it was obvious no one uses the garage to park a car in. Periodically I’d hobble over to the workbench and look at my watch. 20 minutes passed then 30. The temps today were around 90 and the garage was hot; I was perspiring.
Daphne finally returned. I’d shuffled around this overheated garage for 35 minutes. She went into the house carrying a large grocery bag and a smaller bag. I was puzzled. In a few minutes Mavis drove up and also went into the house. I dreaded what they were planning. Within moments they walked across the back yard to the garage. Mavis said it was her understanding I’d been sloughing off lately and ignoring my basic responsibilities. She slapped me and said she’d taught me better.
Mavis complained that there was no suitable place in the garage for her to sit and it was uncomfortably hot. So Daphne went back into the house, brought out an electric fan and a dining room chair. Mavis plopped in the chair and Daphne plugged the fan in aimed in her direction. Mavis called me over and stated she had full authority to fuck me up today and admonished me. She rambled on for quite a while. She raised the hem of her tunic dress and slid her panties off. Without any prompting, I began eating her pussy. Daphne watched and occasionally she’d swat my ass with something. I brought Mavis off then she stood and I licked her ass in appreciation.
Daphne was about to undress when a woman came in. They greeted each other. Mavis knew her, too. The new woman stared at me as if I was from the moon. And why not, I thought, there I was naked as the day I was born, in cuffs and sweating, my face reeking of Mavis holes. After snickers and stares, Daphne introduced the woman as Chloe, a friend. The woman was close to Daphne’s age. Chloe stared at me and me back at her. She had slicked back hair, was taller than I, heavier, large breasts and the characteristic bubble butt and thick thighs. The stretch top she wore showed ample cleavage and did nothing to hide her enormous boobs. Chloe poured herself a drink from the vodka and lemonade on the workbench. They talked back and forth about me. Chloe sipped her drink and came over, told me to stay on my knees and asked me if this is what I do, run around naked all day fucking. I said sometimes.
Daphne told her to try me out. Chloe began stripping. She had the biggest boobs I’d ever seen plus thick, dark areolas about the size of saucers. She bent over and told me to suck her tits which she lifted to my mouth. Then she sat in a folding chair and opened her legs and gave me a good look at her hairy snatch. She was as musky as they come, a thick bush, hairs down the crevice of her thighs and around her ass. I began licking her. I sucked and tongued her until she started building a rhythm. I kept going, until she came. Mavis told me to show Chloe how I could suck ass. She lifted her heavy legs and placed her feet on my shoulders and I went down to her asshole and licked it. She came twice from this and they were mind-bending rocking orgasms that soaked her cunt which she had me do again until she had a fourth orgasm.
Daphne pulled me away and threw me on the floor on my back. She straddled me and scooted her cunt up to my face. She told me how good my face looked sucking her cunt. I kept sucking and she kept grinding on my face riding it like her personal dildo. She came. I kept licking her through a series of orgasms. She told me her cunt had missed having my mouth kissing it. Then she told me its like old home week having me in the garage. She spun around and pressed her ass at my face then sat upright. I was struggling for breath and she knew it. She raised her hips slightly, let me breath then slam her ass back down over my face. I’d suck and lick her hole, tongue it, she’d raise, I’d breathe again and she’d smother me again. She probably did that 15-20 times until she came. By the time she finished her body was totally bathed in sweat.
Chloe wanted to go in the house and piss and cool off. Mavis said the bathroom is right in front of you. Chloe said you mean her, pointing to me. Mavis got up and pissed on me, Chloe laughed and asked what about the stink to which Daphne replied not to worry, the whore cleans garages. Chloe pissed on me too, telling me it was the first tine she ever pissed on anybody. Daphne also drenched me.
They decided to go back to the house and chill in the air conditioning. As for me, though, Daphne and Chloe ushered me over to the folding chair and had me sit. They ran a long rope around my upper body securing me to the chair, took my ankle cuffs off, and then tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. They blindfolded me and left. I sweated it out and would have died for an hour in air conditioning. I was one miserable, sweaty, piss drenched wreck. I don’t know how long they were in the house.
They came back at some point and played with me. I couldn’t see a thing but felt their hands over me everywhere. One of them removed the blindfold and the rope around my upper body and shoved me over to the workbench. Mavis took a quart of milk and some bottled water out of the bag on the workbench; presumably they brought it with them when the came back out. She took out was an enema kit. I froze. Daphne and Chloe lifted me up on the work bench and placed me on my back, my cuffed hands under me, with my ass pointing towards the center of the garage. Mavis empted the milk in the enema bag, then filled with water and added a splash of vodka and shook it up. She lubed my ass hole and said they were going to get all the crap out of me and expel some demons the old fashioned way. She stuck the nozzle up me and began filling me. I groaned. She kept rubbing my belly. Chloe watched. While she filled me Daphne go some old cardboard and news papers and lined a large area on the garage floor. Mavis withdrew the nozzle and told me to hold it until they were ready. I laid there and groaned until they told me I could release. When I did, they laughed, hooted and hollered about my shit stream and I kept releasing and also pissing. I lay there sweating and began to feel the effects of the vodka. They pulled me up to a sitting position and told me to look. I’d shot my mess halfway across the small garage, mostly on the cardboard and newspapers.
They pulled me off the work table and walked me over to my mess. They chided me about what a mess I made and had me kneel over part of it. Daphne wrestled me down, pressing my back against the mess. She undressed again and squatted over me with her ass facing me. She had me kiss her ass then she raised up and farted, I saw her hole flare out and her turd emerging. I yelled. She told me to shut up and take it like a slut. I saw this long dangly turd and closed my eyes, then felt it plop on me between my tits and finally almost to my neck. Chloe laughed. Daphne bragged to her about browning me the last time we were together in Mavis basement. I lay there shaking, inhaling the foulness and the humiliation.
Daphne unlocked my wrist cuffs and told me to clean up the filth. She had Chloe walk over to the back of the house and drag the garden hose in through the side door of the garage. Daphne opened the windows and side door and lifted the garage door about a foot to get the odor out. Daphne dragged a trash can in and gave me some large garbage bags and told me to clean up the place. Embarrassed as hell, I knelt and began folding up the papers and cardboard and stuffing it in trash bags. When I finished Daphne gave me the hose and had me wash out the garage, then use some disinfectant spray and paper towels and I cleaned the residue off the floor. When the place was cleaned out, aired out, she pulled the garage door back down.
Chloe said she wanted to “pork the shit whore” before she left in a little while to get her kids from school. Daphne was all too eager. Chloe stripped again and got the strappy. She told me what a miserable cunt I was. She stood over me and had me suck her tits again, then suck the dildo, then she started fucking my mouth. Then she told me to get on my hands and knees like the pig I was. When I did she got behind me and slid her strappy into my ass. It was sweltering in the garage; both she and I were perspiring. She fucked me until I said I was about to cumm. Daphne told me to hold off and let Chloe keep ramming me. Then she let me cumm and I really went for it. Chloe to move the strappy to my ass and fucked it. While she did she slid a vibe deep into my cunt. I had 2 more.
She dressed and left to get her kids from school. It was around 3:30. Mavis went inside to tend to Daphne’s oldest daughter when she got home from school. Daphne needed to pick up her youngest at daycare. But before she left, she tied me hand and foot and left me on the floor. I told her there was no point in doing that since I had no clothes and no car keys, I certainly wasn’t going anywhere. She ignored me and left.
Once again I was alone in this overheated place. I peed. I figured why not. Daphne returned in a few minutes. I heard her talking to the child and telling her aunt Mavis was inside to take care of her; she had something to do in the garage. She came in and undressed again. This time she put on the strappy and untied my legs. She went though the moving boxes and found a blanket and doubled that over on the floor and rolled me on top of it. She started fucking me; first my cunt then my ass then my mouth. And I mean she fucked me without any regard to how much she was pounding me. I was groaning. She’d switch from mouth to ass to pussy in no particular order. I came 2 more times. Most of the time my legs were spread, other times back over my head. I was on my back, hands still bound behind me. When I began to lose my moisture she’d lube my cunt and kept my ass lubed. It was the longest fuck session I’d experienced in ages.
While she was doing this her cousin Vanessa arrived. Mercifully that gave me a break from the fucking. Vanessa made herself a drink and undressed. Daphne threw on clothes and went inside to check on the girls and Mavis. The first thing Vanessa did was drag me to the folding chair had me eat her pussy. She had an orgasm and it was more a situation of her using my face than me eating her. After another orgasm she pissed on me. She pushed me to the floor and got on all fours and rocked her ass back in my face. I licked her. Then she took a gel dildo, lubed her ass and had me hold the blunt end of the dildo between my teeth. She had me fuck her. I eased it in, it was difficult but I managed to penetrate her ring and started moving my head back and forth. That, however, tired me immensely and we had to stop. So she used the dildo on her own ass while I watched. She came again then had me suck her ass which had enough of an opening for me to tongue her.
Between her and Daphne, I was limp and exhausted. I was sweaty dirty, piss covered and smelling. Vanessa dressed and told me she had to go home and cook supper. She pissed on me again and walked out telling me thanks for the quickie.
I lay there until Daphne came out again. She brought me a huge glass of iced tea which she tilted to my mouth. She did not untie me. I asked if things were over but she said one more girl might stop by. She just left me and I didn’t know if this person was coming by in 10 minutes or 2 hours. I lay there again. I was tired and sore.
Within a short period of time the side door opened. I was surprised; I had not heard a car drive up. But in walked this slender black woman dressed very professionally in a navy pantsuit and red blouse, matching navy heels, and stylishly cut hair. She slowly walked over to where I was lying. I said hello, she did not respond. Instead she pulled the folding chair over, sat down and lit a cigarette. She sat there taking leisurely puffs and examining me. I was on my right side, arms still tied behind me, body half curled so I could get a good look at her. She walked back to the work bench and fixed a drink, bitching because most of the ice in the cooler had melted. She lit another cigarette puffed a couple of times. Her arms were folded tightly across her breasts and that was only interrupted when she took a puff or a sip of her drink.
Finally she said to me, so you’re the whore. I said yes Maam. She told me to get my lazy ass off the floor and stand up. I worked my way to my feet and faced her. She said. “Go get me some real ice” and gestured toward the house. I said I can’t I’m naked. She asked where my clothes were; I said in Daphne’s house and besides my hands are tied. She said for a person in my position clothes don’t seem to mean much and to her it was clear I had no shame, drag my skanky ass over to the house and get her some real ice. I said again, ma’am I can’t go out there naked in broad daylight. She slapped my face hard. She said it was no concern of hers, go get some ice. I didn’t know what to do. She slapped me again and said go. Then I said, but how would I bring it back since my hands are tied and besides Daphne’s girls are in the house. She went over to my bag and got my crop and hit my ass and tits several times. I said alright I’ll go. I eased through the door, dropped to all 4’s and started to crawl across the 30-40 feet between the side door of the garage and Daphne’s back door. Daphne’s yard is fenced but it’s nothing like Mavis. I’d gone about 10 feet when Daphne came out and blared at me what was I doing. I said the woman wants some ice. In a minute she came out with a plastic baggie of ice. I held it in my teeth and turned around and knee walked back to the side door.
The woman said I was a regular bitch, took the ice. I was breathing heavily. She fixed herself a drink and said … so pain is a motivator for you? I nodded. She said good. She took her suit jacket off and folded it over the back of the chair. She told me to stand. I did. She picked up the crop and began whipping me anywhere she could find, legs, thighs, butt, tummy, tits, back. I was dancing around the garage. She led me over to where one of the metal tracks are that support the garage door, she got a rope tied it around my upper arms, tossed it across the metal track and tied the other end around my upper arms again. She tied a rope around my left ankle and pulled that leg out and tied the rope to the workbench. Most of my weight was on my right leg and I really couldn’t move. She said that’ll keep me still. She picked up a leather strap and flailed me again. I screamed. She found my gag and stuffed that in my mouth and buckled it.
In low heels she was about my height, eyes dark as coal, and an expressionless face. She got two clothes pins and put one on each nipple. Then she started flailing me again. I’d yell into the gag. She really went to work on my ass and cunt. I’d say she hit me 40-50 times total. She went back and sipped her drink and smoked another cigarette. She said I could call her Miss Danita. I nodded in fright. She said she’d ask some simple yes or no questions, I could nod or shake my head. Was I afraid of her? Yes. Was that piss on my smelly body? Yes. Was I a whore? Yes. Did I do this for a living? No. did I do it for pleasure? Yes. Have I accepted money? Yes. Did I have an owner or mistress? Yes. Did I suck cock? No. there was a couple of other questions which I don’t remember.
She came over and removed the gag. Drool spilled out of my mouth. She took the pins off. Then she untied my leg and the rope holding me to the metal track and finally my hands. She told me to stick my hands in the melted ice water in the cooler and wash my face as best I could. I went over to the bench and did it. She told me to remove her slacks and panties and to be very careful; she pays good money for her clothes. I undressed her from the waist down, including her navy heels. She told me to suck her toes; I did. She asked if I had mouthwash, I said no. She took a small bottle out of her purse and had me gargle and spit it out, and then she said I could kiss her pussy. She was shaved smooth except for a strip above her clit. I kissed her, didn’t lick or munch on her. She told me, more. I started licking her. She leaned against the work table and opened her legs and told me to keep going and use just my mouth. I licked her for a long time, savoring her building juices. Finally she started responding. She asked if my hands had been in anybody’s cunt or ass today. I said no. she said I could finger her. I stayed at her feet and started finger fucking her. She told me my technique was superb. I relaxed and kept going. She told me to put my mouth on her clit. she started moaning and then suddenly released. I eased my fingers out. She told me to kiss her cunt then dress her. I did.
She asked for my cell phone which she wrote down. She wanted me to take note of something; she is not used to fucking in smelly garages, she prefers more elegant surroundings and a more relaxing atmosphere. She said enjoy my smelly digs. She left, walked down the driveway and disappeared.
Mavis and Daphne, with my dress and keys, came out to the garage. I asked who that was. Mavis said it was a friend of a friend. I said she’s wicked. Mavis said it was close to 7:00 and I could go. I asked to clean up some. Daphne went in and took her girls to the back of the house. I dressed and went into Daphne’s bathroom and showered the stink off me. Mavis told me to go. I thanked her and made my way across the back yard to my car. When I got in the car I was so numb I could barely drive.
When I got within a few blocks of Daphne’s, I called her. She told me to park in the alley behind her house, go in to the garage thru the back door and take my sundress off and toss it out the back door along with my car keys. I got there around 11:45 parked in the alley and entered thru the side door of the garage. I took off the dress, tossed it out the back door and tossed my car keys on top of it. I saw Daphne at the back door of her house along with what I perceived to be her youngest daughter, now probably 4 or 5. She sent the child out into the yard. I shrank back in the garage shaking as I watched the girl scoop up my dress and keys and walk innocently back into the house.
When the girl was back in the house, my cell rang. It was Daphne. She said she’d be there in a minute and to wait. I was like hell where am I going to go. I took my wrist watch and wedding rings off (something Katrina told me to do because in her words, I was married only to my desires for servitude.) A few minutes later Daphne came out with a small bag and a cooler. She gave me a quick hello bitch, wondered when you’d darken my door again. We hugged briefly.
She took two sets of cuffs out of the bag. She told me to put my arms behind me and she snapped hand cuffs on me. She bent and attached ankle cuffs around each ankle, connected by about 10-12 inches of thin chain. I though, OMG, here we go again, just like old times. I knew I couldn’t walk, only hobble. She squeezed my cunt and said she’d be back in a few minutes; she had to take her girl to daycare a few blocks away then pick up a couple of things. If anyone else showed up, I knew what to do. I saw her get into her car with the girl and drive away. I thought oh fuck.
After my heart stopped beating a mile a minute, I shuffled around the garage taking inventory of the situation. The place was not as messy as the last time I was there. Most of the junk was gone. There were moving boxes stacked against one wall. I had no idea what that signified. The old iron single bed with the wire platform was propped up against the far wall. Still, it was obvious no one uses the garage to park a car in. Periodically I’d hobble over to the workbench and look at my watch. 20 minutes passed then 30. The temps today were around 90 and the garage was hot; I was perspiring.
Daphne finally returned. I’d shuffled around this overheated garage for 35 minutes. She went into the house carrying a large grocery bag and a smaller bag. I was puzzled. In a few minutes Mavis drove up and also went into the house. I dreaded what they were planning. Within moments they walked across the back yard to the garage. Mavis said it was her understanding I’d been sloughing off lately and ignoring my basic responsibilities. She slapped me and said she’d taught me better.
Mavis complained that there was no suitable place in the garage for her to sit and it was uncomfortably hot. So Daphne went back into the house, brought out an electric fan and a dining room chair. Mavis plopped in the chair and Daphne plugged the fan in aimed in her direction. Mavis called me over and stated she had full authority to fuck me up today and admonished me. She rambled on for quite a while. She raised the hem of her tunic dress and slid her panties off. Without any prompting, I began eating her pussy. Daphne watched and occasionally she’d swat my ass with something. I brought Mavis off then she stood and I licked her ass in appreciation.
Daphne was about to undress when a woman came in. They greeted each other. Mavis knew her, too. The new woman stared at me as if I was from the moon. And why not, I thought, there I was naked as the day I was born, in cuffs and sweating, my face reeking of Mavis holes. After snickers and stares, Daphne introduced the woman as Chloe, a friend. The woman was close to Daphne’s age. Chloe stared at me and me back at her. She had slicked back hair, was taller than I, heavier, large breasts and the characteristic bubble butt and thick thighs. The stretch top she wore showed ample cleavage and did nothing to hide her enormous boobs. Chloe poured herself a drink from the vodka and lemonade on the workbench. They talked back and forth about me. Chloe sipped her drink and came over, told me to stay on my knees and asked me if this is what I do, run around naked all day fucking. I said sometimes.
Daphne told her to try me out. Chloe began stripping. She had the biggest boobs I’d ever seen plus thick, dark areolas about the size of saucers. She bent over and told me to suck her tits which she lifted to my mouth. Then she sat in a folding chair and opened her legs and gave me a good look at her hairy snatch. She was as musky as they come, a thick bush, hairs down the crevice of her thighs and around her ass. I began licking her. I sucked and tongued her until she started building a rhythm. I kept going, until she came. Mavis told me to show Chloe how I could suck ass. She lifted her heavy legs and placed her feet on my shoulders and I went down to her asshole and licked it. She came twice from this and they were mind-bending rocking orgasms that soaked her cunt which she had me do again until she had a fourth orgasm.
Daphne pulled me away and threw me on the floor on my back. She straddled me and scooted her cunt up to my face. She told me how good my face looked sucking her cunt. I kept sucking and she kept grinding on my face riding it like her personal dildo. She came. I kept licking her through a series of orgasms. She told me her cunt had missed having my mouth kissing it. Then she told me its like old home week having me in the garage. She spun around and pressed her ass at my face then sat upright. I was struggling for breath and she knew it. She raised her hips slightly, let me breath then slam her ass back down over my face. I’d suck and lick her hole, tongue it, she’d raise, I’d breathe again and she’d smother me again. She probably did that 15-20 times until she came. By the time she finished her body was totally bathed in sweat.
Chloe wanted to go in the house and piss and cool off. Mavis said the bathroom is right in front of you. Chloe said you mean her, pointing to me. Mavis got up and pissed on me, Chloe laughed and asked what about the stink to which Daphne replied not to worry, the whore cleans garages. Chloe pissed on me too, telling me it was the first tine she ever pissed on anybody. Daphne also drenched me.
They decided to go back to the house and chill in the air conditioning. As for me, though, Daphne and Chloe ushered me over to the folding chair and had me sit. They ran a long rope around my upper body securing me to the chair, took my ankle cuffs off, and then tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. They blindfolded me and left. I sweated it out and would have died for an hour in air conditioning. I was one miserable, sweaty, piss drenched wreck. I don’t know how long they were in the house.
They came back at some point and played with me. I couldn’t see a thing but felt their hands over me everywhere. One of them removed the blindfold and the rope around my upper body and shoved me over to the workbench. Mavis took a quart of milk and some bottled water out of the bag on the workbench; presumably they brought it with them when the came back out. She took out was an enema kit. I froze. Daphne and Chloe lifted me up on the work bench and placed me on my back, my cuffed hands under me, with my ass pointing towards the center of the garage. Mavis empted the milk in the enema bag, then filled with water and added a splash of vodka and shook it up. She lubed my ass hole and said they were going to get all the crap out of me and expel some demons the old fashioned way. She stuck the nozzle up me and began filling me. I groaned. She kept rubbing my belly. Chloe watched. While she filled me Daphne go some old cardboard and news papers and lined a large area on the garage floor. Mavis withdrew the nozzle and told me to hold it until they were ready. I laid there and groaned until they told me I could release. When I did, they laughed, hooted and hollered about my shit stream and I kept releasing and also pissing. I lay there sweating and began to feel the effects of the vodka. They pulled me up to a sitting position and told me to look. I’d shot my mess halfway across the small garage, mostly on the cardboard and newspapers.
They pulled me off the work table and walked me over to my mess. They chided me about what a mess I made and had me kneel over part of it. Daphne wrestled me down, pressing my back against the mess. She undressed again and squatted over me with her ass facing me. She had me kiss her ass then she raised up and farted, I saw her hole flare out and her turd emerging. I yelled. She told me to shut up and take it like a slut. I saw this long dangly turd and closed my eyes, then felt it plop on me between my tits and finally almost to my neck. Chloe laughed. Daphne bragged to her about browning me the last time we were together in Mavis basement. I lay there shaking, inhaling the foulness and the humiliation.
Daphne unlocked my wrist cuffs and told me to clean up the filth. She had Chloe walk over to the back of the house and drag the garden hose in through the side door of the garage. Daphne opened the windows and side door and lifted the garage door about a foot to get the odor out. Daphne dragged a trash can in and gave me some large garbage bags and told me to clean up the place. Embarrassed as hell, I knelt and began folding up the papers and cardboard and stuffing it in trash bags. When I finished Daphne gave me the hose and had me wash out the garage, then use some disinfectant spray and paper towels and I cleaned the residue off the floor. When the place was cleaned out, aired out, she pulled the garage door back down.
Chloe said she wanted to “pork the shit whore” before she left in a little while to get her kids from school. Daphne was all too eager. Chloe stripped again and got the strappy. She told me what a miserable cunt I was. She stood over me and had me suck her tits again, then suck the dildo, then she started fucking my mouth. Then she told me to get on my hands and knees like the pig I was. When I did she got behind me and slid her strappy into my ass. It was sweltering in the garage; both she and I were perspiring. She fucked me until I said I was about to cumm. Daphne told me to hold off and let Chloe keep ramming me. Then she let me cumm and I really went for it. Chloe to move the strappy to my ass and fucked it. While she did she slid a vibe deep into my cunt. I had 2 more.
She dressed and left to get her kids from school. It was around 3:30. Mavis went inside to tend to Daphne’s oldest daughter when she got home from school. Daphne needed to pick up her youngest at daycare. But before she left, she tied me hand and foot and left me on the floor. I told her there was no point in doing that since I had no clothes and no car keys, I certainly wasn’t going anywhere. She ignored me and left.
Once again I was alone in this overheated place. I peed. I figured why not. Daphne returned in a few minutes. I heard her talking to the child and telling her aunt Mavis was inside to take care of her; she had something to do in the garage. She came in and undressed again. This time she put on the strappy and untied my legs. She went though the moving boxes and found a blanket and doubled that over on the floor and rolled me on top of it. She started fucking me; first my cunt then my ass then my mouth. And I mean she fucked me without any regard to how much she was pounding me. I was groaning. She’d switch from mouth to ass to pussy in no particular order. I came 2 more times. Most of the time my legs were spread, other times back over my head. I was on my back, hands still bound behind me. When I began to lose my moisture she’d lube my cunt and kept my ass lubed. It was the longest fuck session I’d experienced in ages.
While she was doing this her cousin Vanessa arrived. Mercifully that gave me a break from the fucking. Vanessa made herself a drink and undressed. Daphne threw on clothes and went inside to check on the girls and Mavis. The first thing Vanessa did was drag me to the folding chair had me eat her pussy. She had an orgasm and it was more a situation of her using my face than me eating her. After another orgasm she pissed on me. She pushed me to the floor and got on all fours and rocked her ass back in my face. I licked her. Then she took a gel dildo, lubed her ass and had me hold the blunt end of the dildo between my teeth. She had me fuck her. I eased it in, it was difficult but I managed to penetrate her ring and started moving my head back and forth. That, however, tired me immensely and we had to stop. So she used the dildo on her own ass while I watched. She came again then had me suck her ass which had enough of an opening for me to tongue her.
Between her and Daphne, I was limp and exhausted. I was sweaty dirty, piss covered and smelling. Vanessa dressed and told me she had to go home and cook supper. She pissed on me again and walked out telling me thanks for the quickie.
I lay there until Daphne came out again. She brought me a huge glass of iced tea which she tilted to my mouth. She did not untie me. I asked if things were over but she said one more girl might stop by. She just left me and I didn’t know if this person was coming by in 10 minutes or 2 hours. I lay there again. I was tired and sore.
Within a short period of time the side door opened. I was surprised; I had not heard a car drive up. But in walked this slender black woman dressed very professionally in a navy pantsuit and red blouse, matching navy heels, and stylishly cut hair. She slowly walked over to where I was lying. I said hello, she did not respond. Instead she pulled the folding chair over, sat down and lit a cigarette. She sat there taking leisurely puffs and examining me. I was on my right side, arms still tied behind me, body half curled so I could get a good look at her. She walked back to the work bench and fixed a drink, bitching because most of the ice in the cooler had melted. She lit another cigarette puffed a couple of times. Her arms were folded tightly across her breasts and that was only interrupted when she took a puff or a sip of her drink.
Finally she said to me, so you’re the whore. I said yes Maam. She told me to get my lazy ass off the floor and stand up. I worked my way to my feet and faced her. She said. “Go get me some real ice” and gestured toward the house. I said I can’t I’m naked. She asked where my clothes were; I said in Daphne’s house and besides my hands are tied. She said for a person in my position clothes don’t seem to mean much and to her it was clear I had no shame, drag my skanky ass over to the house and get her some real ice. I said again, ma’am I can’t go out there naked in broad daylight. She slapped my face hard. She said it was no concern of hers, go get some ice. I didn’t know what to do. She slapped me again and said go. Then I said, but how would I bring it back since my hands are tied and besides Daphne’s girls are in the house. She went over to my bag and got my crop and hit my ass and tits several times. I said alright I’ll go. I eased through the door, dropped to all 4’s and started to crawl across the 30-40 feet between the side door of the garage and Daphne’s back door. Daphne’s yard is fenced but it’s nothing like Mavis. I’d gone about 10 feet when Daphne came out and blared at me what was I doing. I said the woman wants some ice. In a minute she came out with a plastic baggie of ice. I held it in my teeth and turned around and knee walked back to the side door.
The woman said I was a regular bitch, took the ice. I was breathing heavily. She fixed herself a drink and said … so pain is a motivator for you? I nodded. She said good. She took her suit jacket off and folded it over the back of the chair. She told me to stand. I did. She picked up the crop and began whipping me anywhere she could find, legs, thighs, butt, tummy, tits, back. I was dancing around the garage. She led me over to where one of the metal tracks are that support the garage door, she got a rope tied it around my upper arms, tossed it across the metal track and tied the other end around my upper arms again. She tied a rope around my left ankle and pulled that leg out and tied the rope to the workbench. Most of my weight was on my right leg and I really couldn’t move. She said that’ll keep me still. She picked up a leather strap and flailed me again. I screamed. She found my gag and stuffed that in my mouth and buckled it.
In low heels she was about my height, eyes dark as coal, and an expressionless face. She got two clothes pins and put one on each nipple. Then she started flailing me again. I’d yell into the gag. She really went to work on my ass and cunt. I’d say she hit me 40-50 times total. She went back and sipped her drink and smoked another cigarette. She said I could call her Miss Danita. I nodded in fright. She said she’d ask some simple yes or no questions, I could nod or shake my head. Was I afraid of her? Yes. Was that piss on my smelly body? Yes. Was I a whore? Yes. Did I do this for a living? No. did I do it for pleasure? Yes. Have I accepted money? Yes. Did I have an owner or mistress? Yes. Did I suck cock? No. there was a couple of other questions which I don’t remember.
She came over and removed the gag. Drool spilled out of my mouth. She took the pins off. Then she untied my leg and the rope holding me to the metal track and finally my hands. She told me to stick my hands in the melted ice water in the cooler and wash my face as best I could. I went over to the bench and did it. She told me to remove her slacks and panties and to be very careful; she pays good money for her clothes. I undressed her from the waist down, including her navy heels. She told me to suck her toes; I did. She asked if I had mouthwash, I said no. She took a small bottle out of her purse and had me gargle and spit it out, and then she said I could kiss her pussy. She was shaved smooth except for a strip above her clit. I kissed her, didn’t lick or munch on her. She told me, more. I started licking her. She leaned against the work table and opened her legs and told me to keep going and use just my mouth. I licked her for a long time, savoring her building juices. Finally she started responding. She asked if my hands had been in anybody’s cunt or ass today. I said no. she said I could finger her. I stayed at her feet and started finger fucking her. She told me my technique was superb. I relaxed and kept going. She told me to put my mouth on her clit. she started moaning and then suddenly released. I eased my fingers out. She told me to kiss her cunt then dress her. I did.
She asked for my cell phone which she wrote down. She wanted me to take note of something; she is not used to fucking in smelly garages, she prefers more elegant surroundings and a more relaxing atmosphere. She said enjoy my smelly digs. She left, walked down the driveway and disappeared.
Mavis and Daphne, with my dress and keys, came out to the garage. I asked who that was. Mavis said it was a friend of a friend. I said she’s wicked. Mavis said it was close to 7:00 and I could go. I asked to clean up some. Daphne went in and took her girls to the back of the house. I dressed and went into Daphne’s bathroom and showered the stink off me. Mavis told me to go. I thanked her and made my way across the back yard to my car. When I got in the car I was so numb I could barely drive.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Aug 20-22, 2010: Beach Weekend
Weekend at the beach at Tonja, Whitney and Karen
Friday
When I got to Whitney's around noon to pick them up, she went through my suitcase before we left and took away all the panties, left me with one bra, a pair of tight shorts, a mini, a thin beach cover up, 3 tops, a sun dress, 2 bikini’s, a pair of heels and a pair of sandals. I asked her if Karen knew about Tonja and she said not yet.
I drove wearing a mini and a tank top, no panties After about 2 hours, we stopped for gas. when we got back in the car, Whitney was bored and had Tonja drive, Karen in the front seat with her, Whitney and I in the back. Within 10 minutes Whitney pushed my head into her lap and I licked her pussy. When I’d satisfied her, Karen crawled between the seats and also got in the back seat. I turned and ate her while Whitney played with my ass. For the rest of the trip, I sat between the two of them. Whitney had my tank top off my shoulders, tits exposed and my skirt up around my waist. They took turns fingering me and biting and sucking my tits, teasing me constantly, fingering me when they felt like it and by the time we turned off on the road to the beach, I’d had 3 orgasms.
We got there about 5:00. The house was nice: 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, huge living room, dining room combo, adequate kitchen, big front porch. The house faces the ocean and sits up on stilts which are telephone poles pounded into the earth. All the houses close to the water are the same way.
After I unloaded the car, Tonja called me into the bedroom and I ate her pussy then sucked her ass while Karen held my head between her moms butt cheeks and Whitney fucked me with a dildo. They didn’t allow me to clean up. Instead, we changed into bikini’s, filled a cooler with drinks, grabbed some stuff and went to the beach, me with their goo on my face and my cunt leaking. We played in the ocean until almost dark. I was the only white person on the beach and felt conspicuous as hell, drawing lots of strange looks. We came back to the house, and I ate all three of them, licking salty ocean residue off every one of their cunts and asses. It’s a strange mixture. I had to lick Tonja a lot to get her flowing but I brought each of them off and in return Whitney put on a strappy and fucked me again.
We went out to dinner, same thing, me the only or one of the few whites anywhere we went, whether it was the restaurant, an ice cream parlor or a beach shop. We crashed that night, all of us in the king size bed. during the night Whitney dragged me to a different bedroom and had me eat her again. I slept with her the rest of the night.
Saturday
After breakfast we headed back to the beach, this time with a full complement of chairs, towels umbrellas and cooler. I had on a skimpier bronze colored bikini, which from a distance, Whitney said, gave the impression I was nude. We didn’t do anything too funky on the beach. It’s well patrolled by the cops and they check coolers for alcohol.
We walked back to the house for lunch. I didn’t go back to beach that afternoon; I’d had enough sun. They went, I napped on the sofa. When they came back late afternoon, they woke me and stripped me naked. They had me sit in a chair, slide my butt down to the front edge of the seat until the back of my head was resting against the back of an overstuffed chair, Whitney put her butt on the back of the chair, her feet on either side of my body and squatted until my mouth was in contact with her pussy. As I ate her, Tonja and Karen held my legs wide apart and gave me a dildo. I fucked myself while I ate Whitney. Both Tonja and Karen would spank my cunt and inner thighs. The sensation was wicked. Whitney came like crazy then they switched until I’d eaten all of them like that. They put me in the tub and pissed on me soaking me from my hair to legs.
Saturday night we drove over to a small town that is famous for its seafood. Even though the crowd was predominately white, I still got tons of looks. Nonetheless we ignored everybody else and pigged out on freshly caught fish, crab and shrimp.
We drove back to the beach house, left the car and walked up the street to a club. Whitney used her fake i.d. and we drank, danced. I was the only white woman in the place. Whitney saw to it that I danced with some other black women. There was some bumping and grinding. One woman, Norma, probably in her late 30’s, short feathered hair, really got into me; really rubbed up against me. The dance floor was crowed and dimly lit. I’d danced with her a couple of times and Whitney told me to go to the restroom and take off my bra, I did, stuffed it into my purse. When I got back Norma was at our table talking to Whitney. Norma and I hit the dance floor for a fast dance (my tits were jiggling around) then stayed out there for a slow dance. She took the lead, really pressed against me, danced me over to a corner and slowly moved her hand from my back down to the front of my waist and slipped a hand under my skirt. She kissed my neck and said Whitney was right, a no panty slut. Before I could respond she slipped a finger into my cunt. We danced, sort of, she slowly fingered me and I held onto her for support. I was breathless.
We came back to the table. Whitney and Norma whispered back and forth then Whitney told me to follow them. The 3 of us went outside. Whitney told me I’d fuck Norma. We walked across the street to an alley between two buildings,. Norma and I started kissing but some man came into the alley to piss so we walked down another street and Whitney spotted a house that had no lights on and no car pulled up under the house. We went there and got between a storage room built under the house and an old boat. Norma and I kissed. By now I could tell Norma was hot, well formed body, huge tits, a bit thick in the middle but great shape and a large rounded ass hidden behind shortest skirt one can imagine. Whitney told me to eat her, so I wiggled her panties off. She pulled her tits out the top of her bra and top. they were huge, like two bags of sugar. She was really getting worked up and pushed my head down. I went for her cunt, hairy, wet as a swamp, and started licking her. Whitney kept saying … go on whore, eat her. Norma was quietly moaning and all we could hear were night noises, her moaning and me sucking and licking her. It took a few moments to adjust to her but I knew when I found her spot. While I was doing her Whitney had come behind me and pulled my top off. I didn’t pause; just kept licking. I brought her off and sucked her cunt again, kissing, swirling my tongue. She stood me up and we kissed. Whitney told me to take my skirt off that Norma was entitled to see me naked. By this time I didn’t give a fuck and did it. I stood back in what moonlight and street lights filtered under the house, naked except for my heels. Whitney stood with her arms folded across her breasts like she’d just conquered the world. Norma looked at me, gave me a few choice words about what a slut I was and then pulled me to her, had me pinned against the shed and kissed me and frigged me off. I cleaned her fingers. Whitney tolerated that then told Norma to let me eat her ass. She turned, braced against the boat and I got behind her, raised the skirt and separated her cheeks. She smelled of perfume, musky ass and cumm. I kissed her, licked her and when I got my tongue in her hole she went wild. I did a combination of tongue fucking her hole and rubbing her cunt until she came again. I kissed her all over. Whitney came up and told Norma she had permission to piss on my cunt, in fact it’d be a fitting thing to do at this point. I took my heels off, squatted down some, my back against the shed, knees bent and she pissed, drenching my cunt, thighs and legs. Norma asked where I’d been all her life. Whitney laughed and said “fucking me”.
We dressed, walked back into the club, me smelling of sex and piss. I went straight to the restroom and cleaned up. When I came back to the table Norma was still there and Tonja and Karen well aware of the details. Norma knows all about my servitude to the family. I found out she’s 41, lives about 2 hours from me. We exchanged phone numbers just in case. Norma and I did a final slow dance, kissed like hell. She told me she has to see me again and I told her I’d make the trip down or meet at a motel somewhere but to go through Whitney. She left.
After she did, I found out guys had been hitting on Tonja and Karen while Whitney and I were away with Norma. Things were getting a little rough and a black guy kept pestering the crap out of me. What seemed to have started out as a decent club had turned into a pick up bar. I told Whitney I was uncomfortable; she was too. We walked back to the beach house, nearly 1:00 in the morning and all of us crashed. Whitney and I slept together but we just cuddled.
Sunday morning
Whitney and I woke up before anybody else and we fucked. I fixed breakfast and we all went for one final trip into the ocean. When we came back, the focus was on getting out of there by noon, the designated departure time.
There was no sex on the way back. All of us were zonked but happy. Tonja and I switched off driving. The girls dozed in the back seat most of the way home. When we got to Tonya’s I didn’t spend a lot of time there. I expressed my appreciation for the weekend and left for home. Whitney called me Sunday night and told me if Norma called, I had her permission to arrange something. I told her I would.
Friday
When I got to Whitney's around noon to pick them up, she went through my suitcase before we left and took away all the panties, left me with one bra, a pair of tight shorts, a mini, a thin beach cover up, 3 tops, a sun dress, 2 bikini’s, a pair of heels and a pair of sandals. I asked her if Karen knew about Tonja and she said not yet.
I drove wearing a mini and a tank top, no panties After about 2 hours, we stopped for gas. when we got back in the car, Whitney was bored and had Tonja drive, Karen in the front seat with her, Whitney and I in the back. Within 10 minutes Whitney pushed my head into her lap and I licked her pussy. When I’d satisfied her, Karen crawled between the seats and also got in the back seat. I turned and ate her while Whitney played with my ass. For the rest of the trip, I sat between the two of them. Whitney had my tank top off my shoulders, tits exposed and my skirt up around my waist. They took turns fingering me and biting and sucking my tits, teasing me constantly, fingering me when they felt like it and by the time we turned off on the road to the beach, I’d had 3 orgasms.
We got there about 5:00. The house was nice: 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, huge living room, dining room combo, adequate kitchen, big front porch. The house faces the ocean and sits up on stilts which are telephone poles pounded into the earth. All the houses close to the water are the same way.
After I unloaded the car, Tonja called me into the bedroom and I ate her pussy then sucked her ass while Karen held my head between her moms butt cheeks and Whitney fucked me with a dildo. They didn’t allow me to clean up. Instead, we changed into bikini’s, filled a cooler with drinks, grabbed some stuff and went to the beach, me with their goo on my face and my cunt leaking. We played in the ocean until almost dark. I was the only white person on the beach and felt conspicuous as hell, drawing lots of strange looks. We came back to the house, and I ate all three of them, licking salty ocean residue off every one of their cunts and asses. It’s a strange mixture. I had to lick Tonja a lot to get her flowing but I brought each of them off and in return Whitney put on a strappy and fucked me again.
We went out to dinner, same thing, me the only or one of the few whites anywhere we went, whether it was the restaurant, an ice cream parlor or a beach shop. We crashed that night, all of us in the king size bed. during the night Whitney dragged me to a different bedroom and had me eat her again. I slept with her the rest of the night.
Saturday
After breakfast we headed back to the beach, this time with a full complement of chairs, towels umbrellas and cooler. I had on a skimpier bronze colored bikini, which from a distance, Whitney said, gave the impression I was nude. We didn’t do anything too funky on the beach. It’s well patrolled by the cops and they check coolers for alcohol.
We walked back to the house for lunch. I didn’t go back to beach that afternoon; I’d had enough sun. They went, I napped on the sofa. When they came back late afternoon, they woke me and stripped me naked. They had me sit in a chair, slide my butt down to the front edge of the seat until the back of my head was resting against the back of an overstuffed chair, Whitney put her butt on the back of the chair, her feet on either side of my body and squatted until my mouth was in contact with her pussy. As I ate her, Tonja and Karen held my legs wide apart and gave me a dildo. I fucked myself while I ate Whitney. Both Tonja and Karen would spank my cunt and inner thighs. The sensation was wicked. Whitney came like crazy then they switched until I’d eaten all of them like that. They put me in the tub and pissed on me soaking me from my hair to legs.
Saturday night we drove over to a small town that is famous for its seafood. Even though the crowd was predominately white, I still got tons of looks. Nonetheless we ignored everybody else and pigged out on freshly caught fish, crab and shrimp.
We drove back to the beach house, left the car and walked up the street to a club. Whitney used her fake i.d. and we drank, danced. I was the only white woman in the place. Whitney saw to it that I danced with some other black women. There was some bumping and grinding. One woman, Norma, probably in her late 30’s, short feathered hair, really got into me; really rubbed up against me. The dance floor was crowed and dimly lit. I’d danced with her a couple of times and Whitney told me to go to the restroom and take off my bra, I did, stuffed it into my purse. When I got back Norma was at our table talking to Whitney. Norma and I hit the dance floor for a fast dance (my tits were jiggling around) then stayed out there for a slow dance. She took the lead, really pressed against me, danced me over to a corner and slowly moved her hand from my back down to the front of my waist and slipped a hand under my skirt. She kissed my neck and said Whitney was right, a no panty slut. Before I could respond she slipped a finger into my cunt. We danced, sort of, she slowly fingered me and I held onto her for support. I was breathless.
We came back to the table. Whitney and Norma whispered back and forth then Whitney told me to follow them. The 3 of us went outside. Whitney told me I’d fuck Norma. We walked across the street to an alley between two buildings,. Norma and I started kissing but some man came into the alley to piss so we walked down another street and Whitney spotted a house that had no lights on and no car pulled up under the house. We went there and got between a storage room built under the house and an old boat. Norma and I kissed. By now I could tell Norma was hot, well formed body, huge tits, a bit thick in the middle but great shape and a large rounded ass hidden behind shortest skirt one can imagine. Whitney told me to eat her, so I wiggled her panties off. She pulled her tits out the top of her bra and top. they were huge, like two bags of sugar. She was really getting worked up and pushed my head down. I went for her cunt, hairy, wet as a swamp, and started licking her. Whitney kept saying … go on whore, eat her. Norma was quietly moaning and all we could hear were night noises, her moaning and me sucking and licking her. It took a few moments to adjust to her but I knew when I found her spot. While I was doing her Whitney had come behind me and pulled my top off. I didn’t pause; just kept licking. I brought her off and sucked her cunt again, kissing, swirling my tongue. She stood me up and we kissed. Whitney told me to take my skirt off that Norma was entitled to see me naked. By this time I didn’t give a fuck and did it. I stood back in what moonlight and street lights filtered under the house, naked except for my heels. Whitney stood with her arms folded across her breasts like she’d just conquered the world. Norma looked at me, gave me a few choice words about what a slut I was and then pulled me to her, had me pinned against the shed and kissed me and frigged me off. I cleaned her fingers. Whitney tolerated that then told Norma to let me eat her ass. She turned, braced against the boat and I got behind her, raised the skirt and separated her cheeks. She smelled of perfume, musky ass and cumm. I kissed her, licked her and when I got my tongue in her hole she went wild. I did a combination of tongue fucking her hole and rubbing her cunt until she came again. I kissed her all over. Whitney came up and told Norma she had permission to piss on my cunt, in fact it’d be a fitting thing to do at this point. I took my heels off, squatted down some, my back against the shed, knees bent and she pissed, drenching my cunt, thighs and legs. Norma asked where I’d been all her life. Whitney laughed and said “fucking me”.
We dressed, walked back into the club, me smelling of sex and piss. I went straight to the restroom and cleaned up. When I came back to the table Norma was still there and Tonja and Karen well aware of the details. Norma knows all about my servitude to the family. I found out she’s 41, lives about 2 hours from me. We exchanged phone numbers just in case. Norma and I did a final slow dance, kissed like hell. She told me she has to see me again and I told her I’d make the trip down or meet at a motel somewhere but to go through Whitney. She left.
After she did, I found out guys had been hitting on Tonja and Karen while Whitney and I were away with Norma. Things were getting a little rough and a black guy kept pestering the crap out of me. What seemed to have started out as a decent club had turned into a pick up bar. I told Whitney I was uncomfortable; she was too. We walked back to the beach house, nearly 1:00 in the morning and all of us crashed. Whitney and I slept together but we just cuddled.
Sunday morning
Whitney and I woke up before anybody else and we fucked. I fixed breakfast and we all went for one final trip into the ocean. When we came back, the focus was on getting out of there by noon, the designated departure time.
There was no sex on the way back. All of us were zonked but happy. Tonja and I switched off driving. The girls dozed in the back seat most of the way home. When we got to Tonya’s I didn’t spend a lot of time there. I expressed my appreciation for the weekend and left for home. Whitney called me Sunday night and told me if Norma called, I had her permission to arrange something. I told her I would.
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