Friday 2-25
Spending a weekend with Jas and Susan had lingered for about two months. Finally the right circumstances came together. I packed an overnight bag with a change of clothes a couple of pairs of heels, lingerie and basic toiletries, added my laptop and toy bag and left. I arrived at Susan’s at 2:30, left my car in the street and timidly knocked on the side door off the carport. She welcomed me with a big smile. Monique, her neighbor and someone I’ve been with a few times, was also there.
They were sharing wine and I poured myself some. We talked a bit though I was obviously nervous. Susan told me how much my absence from Jas the past 18 months had hurt her. I told Susan I did what was necessary and she knew Jas was out of line back then. She retorted that I could have handled it differently. I told her that hindsight has 20/20 vision and regardless of the past, I was here for Jas. She said that I must know Jas has a score to settle with me. Monique snickered. I poured myself more wine and since Susan was smoking, I lit one too, and asked about Susan’s job and other things.
Shortly after 3:00 I heard footsteps coming up the carport. The side door opened and Jas barged through. My heart skipped a beat. She had the same look of determination I’d seen on her face 18 months ago. She was dressed in jeans, a black pullover top and a black leather jacket about 3 sizes too large for her with patches sewn all over. I told her hello. In a cold voice she said hello bitch.
For a moment she glared at me. I told her I had something to tell her and wanted her to know right from the beginning. She ignored me and said come kiss her. I walked to her and she kissed me with a forceful, passionless kiss, almost as if her lips were attacking mine. She broke the kiss and shoved me backwards against Susan. She came at me. I tried to raise my hands to defend myself from her advance but Susan grasped my wrists and twisted them behind my back. Jas moved in and slapped my face.
She asked why I was still dressed. I didn’t answer. She pulled scissors out of a kitchen drawer. She grabbed the hem of my knit top and cut it up the front to the neckline until it was hanging off me. She cut the sleeves open and yanked the top, now reduced to rags, off me. She cut the bra straps and between the cups and yanked that off, too. I tried to twist away but Susan's grip on my arms was like iron. Jas didn’t pause but went for my pleated mini and cut through the waistband and pulled that off me easily. She stretched my panties out and cut those off. For a moment I stood there in thigh highs and heels until Jas removed my heels and yanked my hose off.
She said totally naked is the only way for me to address her and asked what I had to tell her. I told her that despite the delays, I was here for her, that I’d thought about her many times and how she used me, that I enjoyed those times and that her degradation took me to the edge of insanity. She asked why it took me so long to see her. I told her I was afraid of her and had to get in touch with my feelings. .
She accused me of getting soft, of not being treated like the slut I was; otherwise I wouldn’t be here. She told me to cut the bull shit and tell her exactly what I needed, that she wanted to hear my words. I took a deep breath and said I wanted her to fuck me up, degrade me and humiliate me as she had in the past as if she had no respect for me. She lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs, blew smoke in my face. She said she never had respect for white bitches but knew I needed her to treat me like a piece of shit. She said to tell her that I was a whore, a slut and her property and anything she wanted to do to me was on the table. I swallowed hard and told her those exact words. She held the cigarette right under my cunt until I could feel the heat. I squirmed and shuddered. She moved it to my left nipple, about an inch away. I yelled. She took another drag and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, I did. She flicked ashes on my tongue and told me to swallow. She called me her bitch and snubbed out the cigarette in the sink.
She took of her jacket, unlaced her shoes, kicked them off and slid her jeans and cotton panties down and said lets see if I still remembered how to suck cunt.
Susan kicked the back of my legs causing me to lose my balance and land with a thud on my knees. My face was right in front of Jas’s pussy. She pulled me tight against her and slid my face up and down against her crotch. It was intoxicating. She held me tight as she convulsed against my face, pissed on me and pushed me on my side. I looked up at her but my view didn't last long as she rolled me onto my back and then sat on my face. One again my mouth was plastered against her pussy. My nose was buried between her cheeks and up against her asshole. I ate her off again while she cursed me and bad mouthed me.
Jas told me to eat her mom. I watched Susan undress and squat right over my face until my mouth was at her pussy and her ass over my nose. She smashed her pussy into my face and rocked on me for a long time until she came. After a third cumm she slid off and sat against the kitchen cabinets. Jas pointed to Monique and told me to eat her. I struggled up to a sitting position and crawled to where Monique was sitting. She pulled her panties off, raised her skirt and slid her hips to the edge of the chair. I started licking and tonguing until she was breathing heavily. I sucked her clit, flicked her until she came. Jas pulled me backwards to the floor. As if this was rehearsed, both Susan and Monique pissed on me until I was lying in a puddle of piss. They had me piss in the floor, too.
Jas had me roll around in the floor and lick some piss. She smoked another cigarette and drank a beer while she watched. Then she kicked my shredded clothes at me and told me to wipe up the floor.
She went through my overnight bag and found my change of clothes and my laptop. She asked about the laptop and I told her why I’d brought it, to record things if and when I had the chance. She held up the change of clothes and said cunts don’t need clothes. She took the scissors and cut them up and tossed them at me to wipe the floor again.
When I finished wiping the floor, Jas had me rinse the rags, formerly my clothes, in the sink. Then she told me to hang them on the clothes line in the back yard to dry. It was still broad daylight. I said … please, I’m naked. Susan intervened. Jas told me to put on her worn panties. I did and predictably they stretched tight against me, literally hid nothing and my labia pushed out the sides of the crotch. They let me put on my thigh highs and heels. Jas donated her black leather jacket. I put that on. Although it was oversized on her, it hit me at the lower butt cheeks. Jas unzipped it half way down and told me if I didn’t get out there in 10 seconds I’d loose the jacket. I picked up my wet clothes, prayed no one was out in their yard and dashed out the side door. I threw the clothes over the line, fumbled with clothes pins left on the line and reached up to pin them. When I did I felt the jacket rise to my mid butt cheek. I pinned everything and dashed back to the side door but they’d locked it. Jas said go to the front door. In the stupid trashy get up, I went through the carport and around to the front door which was also locked. The three of them stood at front window. Cars were going down the street. I know people saw me. I pleaded. Jas told me to go back to the side door. I did and huddled between Susan's car and the house until they let me in.
Jas had me strip naked again. She asked if I remembered the first time we met, the things she did to me. I told her there was no way I could forget. She pulled a role of duct tape out of a drawer and held it up and asked if I remembered this. I nodded. She told me to get up, turn around and cross my hands behind me. She ran tape around my wrists several times. She circled me like a cat and bit my nipples, telling me between bites how much fun she had doing this to me the first time. She took my nipple in her teeth and shook my tit like a dog toy. I was pressed against the cabinets and had nowhere to go.
Jasmine lit into me, pulling my hair, biting my tits again, and slapping my face. She kneed me in the cunt, hit me in the tummy. I sank to my knees and doubled over gasping. She pulled my head back by my hair and spit in my face then pulled me back to my feet. I had tears in my eyes. She punched me in the tummy and I fell against the counter. She kicked my ass several times then pulled me back to a standing position. I begged her to stop but she moved me toward the center of the kitchen.
She picked up the flyswatter again and said she bet I never forgot this part. I knew what was coming and my mind flashed back to the summer of 2008. Susan held my hair to steady me. Jas started beating my ass cheeks and inner thighs with the flyswatter until I was screaming. She bent me across the counter, spread my left cheek and viciously beat my ass hole with both the swatter end and also the wire handle. She hit my cunt several times with both ends of the flyswatter then swatted my tits. She wasn’t holding back, the hits were vicious on my tits and nipples as if she was trying to hurt me as much as she could. She went back to my cunt and landed a few well placed blows. I would have collapsed had Susan not been holding me up.
She got another beer out of the fridge and stood there examining what she’d done. When she finished the beer she bent me over the counter again and stuck the neck of the beer bottle in my cunt and began fucking me. She fucked me for a while then picked up my belt and flailed my ass and legs again. I heard her cursing. She got my clothespins and reached under me and snapped one on my clit and 2 on each labia. Then she started fucking me again. Susan used the flyswatter to swat my tits. This feeling of being trapped between the mother daughter combo was mind boggling. She kept fucking my cunt, jiggling the pins, until I screamed out an orgasm. I shook all over, cried and came again.
As I ebbed and sobbed she told me that when she was 14 she learned what a masochist was at my expense. She said she loved masochists but preferred to call them pain whores. Sheslid the beer bottle out and the pins off and I screamed again. Susan released her grip on my hair and I sank to the floor, still sobbing and my cunt oozing. I felt like I’d just had a religious experience. She tilted my face up and spit in it and asked do I still own you? I said yes. I felt shamed by my admission.
She undressed completely. Then she grabbed my hair and lifted me off the floor enough to get my face in her cunt. I put my tear stained face into her slit. She humped my face and used it like her toy. I licked, sucked and nibbled. She responded within minutes and came, letting her sticky wetness ooze over my face. She lifted her legs and told me to get down to her hole. I tongued it until she got off again. Monique was rubbing her cunt and Jas sent me over to her again. I ate Monique again.
Monique said this seemed to be off to a grand start but she needed to get back home to check on her girl. She wished me luck and left.
Jas took me back to her bedroom and shoved me into the cage. My hands were still taped behind my back. She said to stay there while she made some calls. I dozed off in the cage and waked to her shaking the cage. I was really spacey at first and had no idea how long I’d been in the cage but I knew it was dark. Jas told me some girls were coming over and things would start hopping in a little while. She let me out, cut the tape off my wrists. She told me to go out to the clothesline and bring my rags in, that we would need those later tonight. Since it was dark, I shrugged off being naked in their backyard and went out. The temps that were in the mid 70s during the afternoon had fallen dramatically and by the time I got back inside, I was shivering.
Susan ordered take out and I gave her money. Jas and I showered together and I washed her and shampooed her hair. Susan returned with the goodies and we ate like little demons. I was famished and food refreshed me.
Jas had me dress in a sheer black babydoll of Susan's that hid absolutely nothing, new hose and my Lucite heels. Then she had me spread my toys around the living room tables. Around 9:00 a car pulled in the driveway and a bunch of loud mouth girls piled through the side door. Faces looked familiar but I was at a loss for names. When Jas asked me if I didn’t recognize Ellie and Maya and Cherie I apologized. The 4th girl, Renée, was someone I’d never met. Ellie, now 18, hadn’t changed a lot; Maya, now 20 had a baby a few months ago and still had the extra weight; Cherie I’d met at the Jas weekend in summer of 2009. Renée was younger, 16, had been Jas’s friend for a long time but parental supervision had kept her under wraps.
There was a lot of hooting and curiosity about me. they grabbed drinks and went to the living room. Jas announced that I was her slut again and told them she’d given me a sound beating, that I’d sucked pussy and been pissed on most of the afternoon. There were comments about my sleazy attire and how I ended up as a slut to black girls. The toys spread out on tables added to their snide remarks. With the exception or Renée, all these girls had used me at the farmhouse or the first weekend here in Jas house. Jas told me to go get my pile of clothes off the kitchen counter and made me relate to them how my clothes had been reduced to rags. It got more hilarious when they found out I had nothing to wear home.
Jas said I would pay the price for ignoring them for so long. She had me do a strip routine, slowly dancing and removing the babydoll, then the panties and finally the heels and hose. My pussy was getting absolutely juicy. Ellie wanted to spank me and have me eat her but Jas said not yet; we had something to do.
Jas asked her mom who was standing by the door to the kitchen if she had the stuff ready. Susan said she did. Jas got ropes off the table and tied my wrists and elbows behind my back. I began to shake and suddenly remembered how good Jas is at this. She tied a rope loosely around my neck and tugged me to the kitchen, telling the girls to follow. When we entered the kitchen Susan was holding an enema bag, obviously filled with something. I freaked and looked at Jas with this blank expression then said, I said “oh god, not that” and begged her not to do this. Jas gloated and said … we’re going to clean you out, whore, then shoved a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. The girls were laughing and jiving at me.
Jas led me out the side door and into the chilled night air. We went into the back yard, past the clothes line and over behind a small storage shed at the back corner of their neighbor’s yard. She forced me to my knees, pushed my face to the ground and spread my knees. The girls gathered around. Susan had the bag and a flashlight. I felt Jas spread my ass cheeks, lube me, insert the nozzle and began filling me. Susan said the bag contained wine, milk, shampoo, and water. Jas filled a little bit at a time, dragging out this humiliation forever. I moaned and sweated. When she finished filling me she slipped the nozzle out and rammed a lubed butt plug in me. I screamed into my gag and the earth. They stood there watching my agony. Someone, Jas I think, pushed my knees farther apart, then crossed my ankles and tied them with rope. Then she ran the long end of the rope around my neck under my body and tied it to my left thigh. She told me they’re going into the house where it’s warm and would be back in 10 minutes. They left. I softly begged into the gag. The position she left me in was horribly uncomfortable. I felt the wine working on me. I was cold from the night air but that was the least of my concerns. From being outside early to pin up my clothes there were about 6 backyards that could see into Jas and Susan’s. I prayed nobody would wander out in their backyard and see this humiliated mass of a slut. My tummy was gurgling and cramping, I needed to shit. I heard a dog barking and prayed it wasn’t free.
I heard the girls coming out of the house. I moaned as loud as I dared. Jas untied the rope from my neck to my thigh then untied my ankles. One of them yanked the plug out. In seconds I started spewed my putrid mess all over the yard and some dribbling down on my ankles and feet. It stunk. They laughed. Jas said I resembled her pig. A couple of them wiped me off with wet cloths, which I later found out were my shredded clothes. I lay there sweating, half blitzed and shivering. Jas lubed me again and stuck a nozzle back in me and filed me, this time with warm soapy water to purge me. I spewed that out. She led me back to the house and they broke into riotous laughter. They untied my hands and arms, took the ball gag out. She handed me my former clothes wipe the mess off. Once I was clean they had me throw the rags in a trash bag which Susan took to the carport.
Jas told me I was the lowest piece of shit on the planet. She told me to ask the girls to spank my pussy and fuck my ass and to let me eat them. I had no dignity left and repeated her words to them. I was drunk and really didn’t care what I said.
We went back to the living room. Jas had me lie face down across the coffee table. She showed me a long flexible dildo which she lubed and began sliding up my ass. She began fucking my ass as did some of the other girls. While I still had the dildo up my ass Ellie gave me a spanking. It wasn't playful. It was hard, painful and caused me to yell. Cherie also spanked me and I think Renée did too.
Maya was in front of me and slid her pussy at my face; I ate her. The ass fucking was still going on. She came and let Renée get a turn. I started eating her just as the flexible dildo was taken out. I felt more lube being applied to my ass and somebody started fucking me with a strappy. That was smoother and an easier rhythm. I remember asking Maya to let me suck her momma tits and she did. I know I gave all four of Jas friend’s orgasms as well as Jas. Renée was the last one to fuck my ass with a strappy and she finally popped out of my ass. Jas got my pony tail plug out of my bag, lubed and inserted it. After all the fucking my ass had endured I was pretty loose back there and it didn't take much effort to bury the plug in position. I strutted around for them like some drunken slut.
They moved the coffee table into the kitchen and Susan put towels across it. Jas and some others wrestled me to the table. Within seconds I was on my back, my arms pulled back over my head and my body scooted down until my hips were at the edge of the table. The girls tied me down and separated my legs wide apart and pulled the pony tail plug out. Jas spit at me and said we’re going to spank your cunt. I was still half drunk and I said you can do anything to me you want. They started slapping my cunt with their hands. One girl lowered her ass over my face and told me to lick it. I think it was Maya, not sure. But my cunt was being hit over and over. At times somebody would finger it, and then withdraw and the spanks would start again. I kept eating one ass after another. This thing had turned in to a borderline free-for-all and I didn’t care. They fingered me and fucked me constantly, sometimes with a dildo in my cunt and another one up my ass, double fucking me. I still had one ass after another over my mouth. I came multiple times until there was nothing left in me. Jas pissed on me and the others followed.
I remember telling them I was their white momma slut and I was here to eat pussy and suck butt and make them cumm and I know they came several times. They’d all spanked my cunt and fucked my pussy and ass. I’d been tied half the night, given enema’s, verbally degraded and it was like a drug. Finally everything stopped. I lay there thinking how willingly I’d given Jas control and how compellingly she’d taken advantage of it.
I remember being untied from the table and halfway wiped off and dragged to the cage in Jas room. I barely remember somebody locking the cage door and I was out of it.
Saturday 2-26
Susan let me out of the cage about 8:00 before she left for work. She said some girls’ were asleep around the house and they partied until 3:00 in the morning. I didn’t hear a thing. Susan gave me coffee and told me Monique would be around to check on me during the day and she wouldn’t be back until around 6:30 tonight.
I wrote a brief note to you both, and then wrote details for a while, I walked around the house and one girl was asleep in the room that used to belong to the boy, another girl on the living room sofa. I went into Susan's room and fell asleep again. I didn’t wake up until Jas crawled in bed with me around 11:30. She told me to eat her.
I stumbled into the kitchen and asked Jas if she wanted breakfast. I fixed sausage and eggs, toast and coffee for Jas, Ellie and Cherie. Then I did a load of piss soaked towels and changed the sheets on Susan's bed.
Katrina came over around 2:00. She asked how things were going then talked to Jas in private and then me. We talked in detail about what had happened thus far, particularly the beating Jas gave me. She told me I looked tired. I told her I was but other that being fucked a lot, I was okay. She said we could stop this right now if I wanted to but I told her I was determined to see it through. I told her my biggest concern was I had no clothes other than a denim blazer that I left in the car. She said that will be taken care of. She suggested I lie down in Susan's bed and get some sleep and she’d tell Jas not to disturb me. We kissed and I asked if I could serve her. She told me to save my energy for Jas because she has big plans for tonight.
I slept until I heard Susan and Jas talking. I looked at her bedside clock; it was 6:45 and practically dark. I pissed and splashed water on my face and came out to greet them. Susan suggested that I shower and freshen up. I took advantage of the opportunity to look and feel like a human being again. For about an hour there wasn’t a lot going on except Susan fixing supper and Jas has me put all my toys back in the bag.
About 8:30 Jas told me we were taking a ride. I asked her how was I supposed to go without any clothes. She told me to put her jacket back on, her panties and my thigh highs and heels that should be enough. When Jas went back to her room to get something, I quietly asked Susan if she knew what was up. She told me I’d enjoy it and she was aware. Jas tossed me my keys and purse and told me to get my bag and let’s go. I drove, she gave me directions. In the car Jas reached over and unzipped the jacket. I let her do what she wanted and she played with my cunt until I was oozing through her panties. She called someone on her cell. In a few minutes we ended up on the fringes of downtown in an area of mostly older homes and corner stores and shops. We parked in a gravel lot beside an old 2 story house. Jas led me up rickety stairs to the first floor. We went in the back door and down a hallway and into a living room that had high ceilings, old mauve drapes covering the windows and furniture that had seen better days and a wooden floor that creaked. I didn’t know what to expect.
From another door leading off the other side of the room, a woman entered. She was absolutely huge. She was dressed in a red silk robe that stopped mid thighs, mesh hose and skyscraper patent leather high heels. She towered over me and easily outweighed me by 100 pounds. Even hidden behind the robe I could tell her breasts were enormous as was her bubble butt.. Her age was impossible to determine but I’d put her about 30ish. Jas introduced me as her slut, Eve, and the woman as Murielle. She looked me up and down and told me to take off the fucking jacket. I set my bag down on an end table and instantly took off the jacket. She laughed at the wet spot I’d created in Jas’s panties. She barked at me ... le’ me see da cunt. I barely understood her but I got the gist of what she wanted and peeled the panties off. Murielle said my tits could be bigger but she could work with that and I had a nice cunt. She made me turn around and show her my ass.
I got the feeling I was being auditioned.
Murielle said lets have a drink first. She motioned to a cut glass decanter and an ice bucket and glasses on a table. I fixed three glasses and poured whiskey over ice and added a splash of water. I took one to Murielle and she reached up and stroked my cunt. Jas got her own glass. Murielle patted the sofa and told Jas to sit beside her and motioned me to a side chair. We shared a joint and drank whiskey. There wasn’t much said.
Murielle got up and shed the robe. The mesh hose ended at a black vinyl garter belt and waist cincher. But her tits were like 5 pound bags of sugar. Her hairy cunt reminded me of Ophelia’s in its size. She said this is me baby, think you can take it? I said yes. She felt my tits and stuck two thick fingers in my cunt. I flinched. Then she spun me around and stuck one of those fingers up my ass. I moaned. She mouthed to me crudely that she understood I was a whore and pain slut. I nodded then said yes ma’am. She told Jas that I’d do and pulled 3 $100 bills out of a drawer and handed them to Jas. I thought OMG.
She made a call on her cell and said it’s on; that’s all she said. Then she had me fix another round of drinks. She questioned me about my sexual background. She asked me what’s in the bag, bitch; I said my toys. She chuckled and said she had her own stuff. To drive home the point she reached into a basket on the table and pulled out a thick leather collar and leash and collared me.
She asked me about fucking for money. I looked puzzled. Jas said she told Murielle based on what she read in my blog. I thought oh fuck. Then I heard footsteps on the front porch and a knock on the door. Murielle put her robe on and went to the door and came back with a black couple, a man and woman, probably in their late 40’s. I slinked back since I was practically naked. These people stared at me and I thought what in the hell is going on. Murielle didn’t introduce anybody but referred to me as “the whore” and Jas as my owner. She told the people to sit on the sofa and told me to fix them drinks. I didn’t like this at all but I served them. Their eyes, particularly the mans, were all over me. Murielle gave them a joint to share. There was a coupe of minutes of awkward conversation about nothing in particular. I kept looking at Jas but she didn’t focus on me. Murielle asked the couple what they thought. They said something I couldn’t hear but the man handed a wad of money to Murielle.
She said its cool now, let’s do it. She wound my leash around her hand and told me, let’s go. I thought where the fuck are we going and what’s happening but I said nothing. She led me through the door that she entered. She told the couple to get chairs out of the dining room and bring them. Jas followed me and the couple followed her. I followed Murielle through the sparsely furnished dining room, through an outdated kitchen and into a back bedroom. The bed was an antique iron bed, the dressers and chests also from the same period. I saw toys and bondage things all around on top of the dresser and chest. I shook all over. She told the couple to put the chairs anywhere they liked and if they wanted to “get comfortable”, it was okay.
She told me its show time. I whispered what? She tightened my leash and whispered in my ear that these nice people want to watch us. I went O fuck and looked at Jas who was cold as a stone but I knew she was aware of the entire setup. Murielle picked up a leather arm binder and I about freaked. She saw me staring and said … “honey I don’t mess around, I’m serious shit.” She had me put my arms behind me and clasp my hands and she worked the arm binder up me until my arms were encased in leather. Then she drew the straps from the top of the thing under my arm pits, around the front of my shoulders and fastened them behind my neck. She laced the binder up tight which drew my arms together and made my tits more prominent. There was a huge mirror over the dresser and I got a glimpse of myself. Murielle got thin leather cords and told Jas to pull my right tit out. Then Murielle wound a thin leather strip around the base of my breast and cinched it. She did the same with the other tit, Jas holding it out while Murielle wound a leather strip around that one. My tits suddenly resembled oranges.
She had me sit on a vanity bench and she stood in front of me and told me to suck her cunt. I hesitated and whispered what about them, meaning the couple. She said they were here to see a black woman fuck over a white woman, did I get it or did she have to draw me a picture with crayons. I turned beet red. She spread herself and I worked through her hairy bush and into her pinkness. I wasn’t good at first, it was too clinical, and I knew it because of them watching. She encouraged me and I shut the couple out of my mind and did things more sensually. I did everything I possibly could to her with my lips and tongue. Flicked her clit, probed into her pinkness, sucked, and licked … anything and everything. She told me she liked white whores. I nodded and kept sucking on her until she groaned out an orgasm. The man said … “oh yeah.” I kept sucking and tonguing her until she reached down and fingered herself and squirted. I drank her up and kept sucking. By now she was cumming constantly, calling me a white whore and slut. I did more and I went into a funk and she kept cumming. Finally she took a deep breath and pushed my face back. She held my face up and said now you do dessert. I figured out she mean ass and I said yes ma’am. She said to call her Miss Murielle. I apologized.
She turned her huge bubble butt to me and pulled her ass apart. I went OMG. Everything was huge and hairy. She told me to dive in. I stuck my face in between her massive ass cheeks, licked and sucked her. She was extremely strong and musky. She called me a piece of ass sucking filth. I kept sucking her and she kept moaning that she loved white whores. She told me to tongue fuck her. I stiffened and did. She asked loudly if I liked the taste of her shit hole, I moaned into her and she came again. I thought ‘what a whore.’ She asked if I wanted to take her piss. I nodded yes. She got a funnel and stuck it in my mouth, held the wide end against her pussy and started pissing. I gagged. She told me ... “come on whore, don’t let me down.” I drank. She’d stop let the funnel empty and piss in it some more. I coughed and gagged but did my best to take every drop she had. I heard the woman shout, “Yes, yes, make her do it.”
Murielle had me stand. I looked over at the couple; the man was jacking off and had his hand down the woman’s dress and squeezing her tits. I thought what the hell.
My tits by this time were totally purplish and swollen. She manipulated them and asked the couple did they want to see her beat my tits. I hear a resounding yes. I told her they hurt. She said they’ll hurt more. She got a flogger and flogged them, softly at first but built up intensity until I was crying out. She called me a wuss and hit me more. I didn’t tell her that Jas had worked them over for 24 hours and made them sensitive. When she finished beating them she walked me over in front of the couple and let them look at me while she slowly unwound the leather cords from my tits. The guy had obviously cumm and was fingering the woman.
Murielle took me to the foot board of the iron bed and had me stand facing the bed. She had me spread my legs and used cuffs to attach my ankles to the frame. From a closet she dragged out a step ladder. She looped a thick leather strap through the big ring sewn in the end of the arm binder, climbed up the ladder, heels and all, and cinched the other end to a strategically placed hook in the ceiling. That bent my upper body at about a 90 degree angle and parallel to the bed. My ass was sticking straight back at the couple. She told them they could drag their chairs closer. They did.
After calling me every name in the book, Murielle flogged my ass and inner thighs. I was moaning. I knew the couple was closer now. She kept beating me, calling me a white whore, slut and old pig. She was damn good at flogging, especially working a few swings up between my legs right on my cunt. I’d yell. The man came around and looked into my anguished face and grabbed my left tit. He was down to boxers and stroking off again. Murielle told him to look all he wanted but do not touch unless he paid. He released his grip on me. She switched to a short whip and tormented my ass and inner thighs more as well as my cunt. I yelled. She told me take it like a whore. She covered me everywhere, even my upper back and hanging tits. She got a strappy with a humongous black dildo and eased it into my cunt. I told her how big it felt. She said tell them, referring to the couple. I did. She said white whores need this and she was sure I could take it. The thing felt like it was splitting me apart. I grunted and yelled. I heard the woman shout “make her yell”. Murielle pounded me. I yelled more. She said she hoped I had enough sense to ask for my cumms. When I got to my edge I begged. Murielle got nasty and said ask these nice people they paid to see this. She suggested they come around to the bed so they could see my face. I was begging them and humiliated as hell. They eventually let me. The woman slapped my face and called me a shameful whore, a jezebel and a prostitute. I came again. Murielle told them, “touching costs extra.” She fucked my ass using the same dildo. That killed me. She let Jas strip naked and had me suck her ass while I got ass fucked. She took an electric wand of some sort and touched my cunt while she fucked my ass. I screamed, squirted, came and pissed uncontrollably until I was in tears. The man had pulled the woman’s panties off and was fucking her. Nobody had any shame.
When it was all over the man said he wanted to fuck me. Murielle didn’t care as long as he paid double but deferred to Jas. Before I could get the words out Jas said my whore will suck him off and the woman can do what she wants. I shrieked at Jas but Murielle slapped my face. The guy got on the bed in front of me, the woman stroked his cock hard again until he poked it in my mouth. I wanted to puke but I sucked the bastard off but I refused to swallow his cumm. The woman was insulted and slapped my face then stuck her ass in my face and had me to suck and lick her for a while. What cumm of his I had left in my mouth I drooled on her ass.
That was basically it. The couple paid more money and dressed. Murielle escorted them to the front door and returned.
Murielle unhitched me from everything, removed the arm binder and all that. The three of us went back into the living room. I got a mouthful of whiskey, gargled and spit it in the sink. We had another drink or two. She told me even though I was a little old for this business, my bod was good and firm and I knew how to handle myself and was a potential money tree. She’d probably had 30 white women but I ranked among the best. I thanked her and in turn complimented her on her skills.
Murielle asked more questions about my newly minted activity of hooking. She called me crazy. When I told her about Talia and Lorraine (the extremely rough sex) she said you’ll run into a lot of that. .
We shared a joint and she got really philosophical (stoned?). She said the couple liked me and the woman who was here tonight is pretty typical of most black women; they tend to dislike white women because they live a life of privilege and do not understand the daily issues facing black women. Given the choice, a black woman will always choose friends of her own race because she doesn’t have to pretend anything to them and is free to act the way she wants. She doesn’t have to prove to sisters of the blood. But with white women, every day they have to prove that they are as worthy as they are. She said a lot of black women are still trying to reverse the effects of slavery, being treated like animals and property, of rape, broken homes, torture, abuse, and treated like second class citizens.
In those rare instances when they find a white woman who has let her guard down and is vulnerable, especially one like me who is pretty and apparently successful, (her words, not mine) they relish the thought of gaining the upper hand and taking the opportunity to exert superiority and get even with whitey. Even if Jas hadn’t led me in here tonight, if she (Murielle) passed me on the street she’d know I was easy pickings. She knew a bunch of women who’d love to be here tonight and even at this hour of them morning if she called and told them there was a white woman who was available to abuse, half of them would come, even if they had to drag their “youngins” with them.
Mentally, I thought of the speech I prepared (and wasted) on Sophia and Ophelia. But I didn’t mention it.
She wanted to keep talking. She wanted to know more about who I fucked. I told her sometime I’ll tell her the whole story but I was getting tired and between the two of us, I was in better shape to drive home than Jas. Although Murielle seemed crude at first she truly has developed quite a perspective, mostly from hooking and using white women to make money. She said what she did with me tonight, she's done before and sometimes white women pay her to use them. I begged off any further conversation; I was extremely worn out. Jas and I left around 1:00 a.m. I told her I do not have sex with men including sucking cock. She shrugged it off and said it was a whore’s responsibility. When we got home I ate her again. I wanted to sleep with her but ended up back in the cage.
Sunday 2-27
Susan woke me around 9:00 and let me out of the cage before she left for work. I felt like I’d barely slept. We kissed and I told her I might not be here when she got home but I thanked her for being so attentive to me.
I had coffee and wrote more details until Jas waked around noon. She asked what I thought of last night and I told her it was one of the strangest experiences I’ve ever had. I asked how much money she made. She said $400. I asked how often she did that and all she said was she did it before. I asked how she met Murielle; it was through Sophia. There was a lot more I wanted to ask her but I didn’t. Jas made a strong argument for me to stay another night. I seriously thought about it but I did not feel I was covered plus I was so fucked out and sore.
She showed me her brother’s room which now is vacant and a perfect place for me to live so she says. If I did, she’d have me lined up with pussy every week. And of course, I’d be making some money for her in the process. She told me she has another white slut who she fucks but I’m better looking. I told her this is moving way too fast; I’ll see her again provided my owners say its okay, but let’s go slow.
I told her I had a long standing commitment to Whitney and I just cannot drop that but I didn’t see any reason why I couldn’t do more things. She said again she was the only one who knew how to treat me; I didn’t disagree with her and told her in my mind she is one hell of a sadist.
I crossed over to another topic that she had to get serious about her life and stop using any money she made just to deal pot. She said a whore who fucks for money has no right to tell her how she should make her money and how she should spend it. She said she should really beat the snot out of me. I backed off and apologized. She got the same shit from Mavis last year.
After eating Jas and cleaning up, I showered and asked about what to wear. She gave me something from her moms closet and said she wanted it back. I thanked her for the weekend and reiterated how much I’d enjoyed seeing her. I picked up all my things and left around 3:00.
I drove over to Whitney's since I’d promised her to stop by and let the family see what Jas did to me. Initially, Whitney and the family made a big production out of my arrival. She told me to strip nude but when I did I saw their eyes pop out. Whitney turned a little cool. I felt embarrassed and almost wished I didn’t come. She asked for details and I gave her a general rundown on who was there and what they did. she asked me point blank did I really enjoy that stuff. I told her she should know because that’s what happened the first time she met me at Jas’s and reminded her she participated in beating me back then and also at the farm house. then she took me up to her room and said lets talk. She asked me again who was there and what each person did. she wanted to know if Susan participated, too. We talked through some things and arrived at a fundamental difference between Jas and Whitney regarding rough sex. Jas enjoys doing it to the max; Whitney is more attuned to watching somebody else do it and participating when she felt like it. I said then why didn’t you come over to Jas? She said she would have loved to see me get beaten again like I did the previous Sunday but Jas was unclear about her plans. She thought about driving over Saturday but decided not to. She and Jas will talk.
I did not spend a lot of time past that. I was too sore for sex and mentally fatigued. Whitney knew it and said she’d rather have me when I’m fresh. So I dressed, kissed everybody and headed for home.
