Dec 11 2010: At Kim's

My best chance of finding some time for myself this weekend seemed to be Kim and besides I wanted something different, something I could lose myself in and relax.

Kim shuttled her girls off to a neighbors with the understanding the neighbor was going to take her girls and Kim’s girls to the mall.

I arrived around 1230. Kim and I greeted each other with passion. She said her friend wasn’t able to come, I’m not sure why exactly but it didn’t really matter. For a while we just talked, munched on sandwiches and went through a bottle of wine. Somewhere in all of this we figured out we’d known each other (and she’d been fucking me) since the first of December, 2008. We drifted off on the thoughts of what a wild two years it’s been. That led to more serious hugging and kissing until we stumbled back to Kim's bedroom.

Somewhere between the hugging and yanking at clothes I got naked and quickly stripped her. She pushed me back on the bed and told me to spread my legs, then pull my knees back and expose myself as lewdly as possible. She kept hissing at me to show my cunt that all black women own. She handed me a dildo and watched me fuck myself then climbed over me and straddled my face. I ate her pussy, licked her ass and kept fucking myself. Then she pinned my wrists against the mattress and bounced her skinny butt up and down on me. We rolled around and fucked until the sheets were in knots and I’d eaten her to multiple cumms and licked and sucked her ass like it was candy.

She got out her ropes and toys. She crossed my wrists behind me and tied them, then tied that rope around my waist. She also crossed my ankles, and then pulled that rope up to my waist until my knees were splayed out wide and my feet a mere 10-12 inches from my cunt. I looked like a frog. Then she went to work on my cunt and tits … pinching, clamping, using clothespins, vibes, spanking with a thin strap. I came and screamed my head off. She kept hissing that my cunt belonged to all black women.

I was screaming, crying and begging, all at the same time. We were totally consumed and lost track of time. Suddenly we heard the front door open and a girl’s voice yell out “Mom, we’re home.” Kim turned almost pale and shouted to the girls that she’d be there in a minute. She shut the bedroom door, scurried around, gave up on finding her clothes, threw on a robe and went to see the girls, shutting the bedroom door behind her. I was still tied up like a frog and naked as ever.

I could hear Kim asking how the shopping was … some answer and the girls ask about whose car is in the driveway, referring to mine. I could hear Kim telling her girls the car belongs to a friend who came over to have some girl talk about a problem and now she's taking a nap. The girls asked a million questions and I lay there still tied, beginning to ache and daring not to breathe heavily.


A little bit later Kim came back to get me. She was mildly frustrated. I was scared and asked her what she’s going to do. Her intent was to get the girls to go back over to the neighbors for a few minutes but they weren’t buying that. Our best alternative was for me to make an appearance. Kim untied me and I went to the bathroom to clean up. But despite my best efforts to clean up and dress I had telltale rope marks on my wrists and ankles and a discernable trace of Kim’s musky smell around my face. I washed in the sink and touched myself with her perfume. To the best that I could I tried to avoid looking like I’d been fucked for the last few hours.

When I came out the girls shouted ... hey that’s the same white woman who babysat us once. before. I blushed and said “hi girls.” The oldest one asked her mom why she has a white woman as a girl friend. Kim was less than convincing that we’d been friends for a long time. The more Kim tried to make it seem logical, the more it seemed her girls weren’t buying this. I had my arms folded across my breasts to hide the rope marks on my wrists. I didn’t say much other than I enjoyed their mom’s friendship. They didn’t say much but kept giving me these suspicious looks.

Finally I said if anybody is hungry I’d buy take-out. That seemed to get things back to an even keel and we ordered from an Italian restaurant.

By this time the girls were distracted by video games or something on TV in the family room. Kim and I were in the kitchen making tea. She asked me how I felt and I said absolutely wonderful. We laughed; she kept running her hands over me like she owned me. The younger girl saw this and nudged her sister.

When food came, I paid and set things on the table. I nibbled a little bit and told Kim I needed to go. After saying some goodbyes to the girls as well, Kim walked me to the door. We kissed briefly and I left.