This morning I showered, made my pussy smooth and took great care with my makeup to look as alluring as possible for Kim.
She arrived about 1230 and I met her at the door naked. We hugged in the foyer and were all over each other. Before we’d said 10 words I was on my knees and had unzipped her jeans, pulled her panties down and had my mouth on her cunt. She leaned against the console table in the foyer and I began savoring her, wrapping my arms around her slender hips and massaging her hole while I ate her off. She pulled me to my feet, we kissed again and I removed the rest of her clothes. She called me a fucking cunt and asked how badly I wanted it. I told her I was climbing the walls.
She had me fix her a drink, vodka and cranberry juice, and one for myself. She sent me upstairs to get my bag and when I came down she had me give her some rope. When I did she spun me around and tied my wrists behind me extremely tight. I didn’t care.
She led me down the entry hall to the stairs that lead upstairs. There’s 9 steps, a landing, a 90 degree turn to the right, up two more steps, another landing, another 90 degree right turn and 5 more steps. She had me go to the first landing and sit. She got more rope, raised my legs and tied my ankles to each side of the banister and handrail. My legs were much higher than my head and in a V; my cunt was wide open.
She started talking seductively to me, punctuating her talk with dirty words. I told her I was hers. She got a small pussy flogger, the short crop, some other toys and the strappy out of my bag and positioned herself about 4 steps below where I was sitting. She flogged my cunt lightly then would add a harder smack with the crop. She repeated that rhythm until I was squirming. When the crop would hit my cunt it’d make a loud smack against my oozing cunt. She hit my cunt harder and asked me why all this talk about buying her girls gift cards. She kept hitting me and asking if I was trying to seduce her girls. I said no, I was trying to be nice, that Kammy wanted me to do it and let her know I was always available to her. She called me a liar and said that was the most non-answer she’d ever heard. She really hit my cunt and a few smacks of the crop on my slightly exposed asshole. She said tell her the truth; I said I’d do anything for her and the girls she wanted.
She said her girls already figured out I was probably a slut; she just hadn’t decided to confirm their suspicions, how far to take it and if I was worthy of them. She got a clothes pin and snapped it on my clit. I moaned. She kept talking and added two pins on each labia and one on each of my nipples. I was in agony. She took thin string and looped it through the center of each pin on my nipples and tied the string from my left nipple pin to the banister on the left side of me, pulling it taunt and tying it off. She did the same to the right nipple pin. I was sweating and moaning. She teased the underside of my clit with my vibe and told me I better not cumm. She knew I loved slutting and exposing myself to anyone who’d look regardless of age. I was lost at that point and said yes.
She scooted past me, went upstairs and came back with my enema bag, a box of suppositories and some towels. She worked a towel under my upper body and spread the others on the steps below me. She went into the kitchen, filled the bag, came back and lubed my asshole with my cunt juices. She took a rope and tied the bag to the banister on the 5 upper steps and slid the nozzle in my hole. I was grimacing and by now was sweating. My cunt and nipples were throbbing. She inserted two suppositories in her own ass and by now I knew what was coming. She filled me a little at a time, laughing at my groaning. She told me I was her shit whore and would always be.
Finally she filled me and removed the nozzle and said I would shit for her and take hers. I nodded. She removed the pins from my nipples, straddled me and squatted over my body and told me to beg for a cumm. I yelled out everything I could think of to say. She touched the side of my clit with the vibe and I lost it; everything. I screamed and spewed my mess everywhere, exploded in a series of cumms, squirt and piss like everything in my body had to come out. As I did, she shit her mess over my upper body and face. I kept cumming. She removed all the pins. She moved down on me, positioned her cunt over my face, her messy ass over my hair and rocked off a series of orgasms as I ate her and she ground off on my face and mouth. She touched my clit with the vibe again and I came again. I lay there crying and shaking like the world had exploded.
She left me like that, inhaling my mess and hers, while she went upstairs and cleaned herself. She came down, stepped over me and called me a filthy disgusting pig who craves this abuse and humiliation. She was tempted to leave me like this all afternoon and return to work and perhaps let her crew come find me and use me. She dressed. I said please untie me. She said “fuck you” and went out the front door. I screamed. In a couple of minutes she came back laughing and said she had to get some cleaning solution, rags and sponges out of her van. She untied my legs from the banister and helped me to a sitting position and untied my wrists.
We removed the towels. I used one of them to wipe filth off me and then threw them in the washer. Then she showed me how to use the cleaning solution and I started cleaning up the stairs, the runner over the stairs and wiping my filth off things including the wall opposite the stairs. I kept on until things were back to almost normal except for the smell. We opened doors and windows.
She asked me where the garden hose was and I said on the patio on the lower level. We went down to the lower level and out the French doors onto the patio. I stood close to the house and she hosed me off. Even though it was in the 80’s I still was chilled by the cold water from the hose. We came back in and I dried off.
She had to get back to check on her cleaning crew. I thanked her for what I termed about the most outrageous experience I’d ever had.
She told me to be at her house tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday, by 3:00 for a couple of hours and I better bring the fucking gift cards and be dressed completely slutty. She called me a whore and left.
I was somewhere between lust and total subspace, my heart still pounding at what had happened, what she’d done to me and the mixture of exhilaration and shame. I went upstairs and showered.
I am absolutely beside myself about what she did to me today. As far as tomorrow is concerned, I have no idea what to expect.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Apr 19, 2011: With the Family
I debated what to wear and measured how risqué I felt which really leaned toward the slutty side. I decided that since I’m going to clean, the maid outfit would be a thrill for them. This time I selected red open crotch panties and black fishnet hose and my red high heel sandals to accent the frilly silly obscene outfit. I also took a more normal change of clothes to wear home.
When I walked in around 10:30, they went into giggles and grins at the outfit. I curtsied and lifted the micro mini mesh skirt slightly to reveal the slut panties, Tonja practically drooled. She kidded me like crazy about being the new white maid.
Whitney was in shorts and a tight black sleeveless top, Tonja still in a seductive turquoise nightie and Karen in hip hugger shorts and a camisole.
After the usual kissing and hugging we chatted in the kitchen. Tonja and I fixed Bloody Mary’s, munched on cheese and crackers and caught up on things until Whitney directed me to kneel in front of her mom. I knelt and slipped her panties off, lifted her nightie and licked her pussy while she leaned against the kitchen counter. I massaged her breasts and worked her pussy with my lips and also sawed four fingers into her and worked her into wanton lust. Whitney told her not to cumm until she said so. Tonja was begging her daughter for a cumm and it turned me on seeing the control Whitney held over her mom. When Tonja came, it was like a dam bursting and I rubbed my face against her. I moved to Karen, again at Whitney's direction, and removed her shorts (no panties) and made sweet love to her pussy. Then I stripped Whitney and we went to the sofa where I ate her and used a dildo on her for a second cumm.
Whitney had me remove the slit panties and bend over the kitchen table. I anticipated being fucked or allowed to cumm especially when I saw her go to my bag. But she had other thoughts. She had me stick my butt back even farther and hold my skirt around my waist. She started spanking my ass with her hands, a paddle and a wooden spoon. I yelled so loudly she gagged me with my ball gag and kept spanking my ass until it was stinging. She told me I deserved it because I’d postponed my visit from yesterday until today. For added humiliation, she plugged my ass with the butt plug and had me to put the slut panties back on.
She told me to clean the house like that and if I did it to her satisfaction, I’d be allowed to cumm and enjoy more pussy. Dressed in the slutty maid outfit, plugged and paddled, I went upstairs and began cleaning. It was agonizing. I wanted to cumm so badly. I couldn’t even talk and every move accentuated the plug in my ass and my aching cunt. I cleaned their rooms, changed sheets on beds, scrubbed bathrooms and threw sheets in the washer. Whitney would check on me frequently, pointing out this or that which required more attention. She said if I failed at my tasks, she’d cuff my hands in front of me to make things more difficult. I’d muff into the gag that I understood. I had a napkin tucked into the top of my outfit which I’d use to wipe my constant drool.
Downstairs, I cleaned the powder room, the living and dining rooms and went to work on the kitchen, including mopping the floor. I though I was through but she took me to the garage, raised the garage door and backed both cars out, and then she lowered the door to about two feet from the floor and told me to sweep the garage. For that task she did cuff my hands in front of me and called me a bimbo.
After sweeping, I stood at the back of the garage while she moved both cars inside then lowered to door. Without any explanation, she threw me over the hood of her car and removed the plug and the gag. She pulled her shorts off and put on the strappy, eased it into my gapping asshole and began fucking me and cupping my cunt. She kept asking me would I rather wash the cars dressed like I was or in one of her bikinis. She demanded an answer and I agonized over my response. Finally I yelled I’d do it in a bikini. Tonja and Karen were in the garage and watched as Whitney brought me to a mind bending series of cumms by manipulating my clit and fucking my ass.
She told Tonja to get a bikini for me. Whitney uncuffed me and had me strip naked. While I was nude she had me pee on the garage floor then put on the bikini Tonja selected and heels again. She said I’d wash the cars dressed like this. I begged no, I’d do anything not to. She told me to go eat her mom and sis first. I went to Tonja and in the garage which was sweltering in the mid 80s temp of the afternoon, I ate both of them off again, including licking their asses.
Whitney and Tonja whispered and her mom got a bucket, soap, sponge, rags and a set of keys. Tonja gave me a cover-up and went back inside as did Karen. Whitney had me get in her car and. I had the bucket and rags in back. She raised the garage door and backed out of the driveway. I asked where we were going. She said I was going to wash her car. We drove through residential areas then drove south on a main road. I imagined we were going to one of those coin operated car washes and I cringed. But instead I watched urban neighborhoods slip away and replaced by sparsely populated areas and then more rural areas. She turned onto an unpaved road and I thought I recognized the house in the distance. She turned into a gravel driveway and I freaked; we were at her grandmother’s farm house, the infamous site of the out-of-control Jas weekend nearly 2 years ago.
She parked in front of the old ramshackle shed, used her keys to open the side door of the house, went in and switched on the electrical box. Both of us walked behind the house and she turned on the well pump. I asked why we came here. She told me there were many reasons but thought of me washing her car in this skimpy bikini seemed all too enticing and out here no one would notice. I understood. She said it’d take the well pump a few minutes to get water pumped. In the meantime, with her direction, I got the hose from a storage shed and connected it. I took the heels off and with the old shed providing a barrier between us and the main road, I washed her car. She leaned against the shed and told me to pull my tits out of the top of the bikini while did it.
After drying the car we both went inside the house. Goose bumps crawled all over me. We walked around the place, all the remaining furniture covered with sheets. Her grandmother will never be able to live here again due to her health. Technically it’s for sale (as evidenced by the sign out front riddled with bullet holes; creepy). We toured the main level and the upstairs bedrooms then returned to the kitchen. Whitney opened the door to the cellar and asked if I wanted to see it again. I said no. She looked at me and said “take your clothes off, Eve.” I hesitated and told her I could not go down there. Again she told me to strip, that she’d never let any real harm come to me in this place. She flicked on the cellar light and, naked, I followed her down.
Once again I entered what was hell to me; old red brick walls, rough concrete floor, no windows and the rough cut beamed ceiling, the whole place no bigger than an average room. The old bed frame was still there, the shelves full of junk and everything covered by layers of dust including the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling casting an unnatural light around the room. It still reminded me of a dungeon or a bunker. I recalled Jas and the girls tying my wrists to the overhead beams, whipping me, putting me on the floor or bed and fucking me and using me as a toilet.
Most of these memories weren’t good but the best thing to come out of this was standing beside me. I looked at Whitney smiled. She wanted to fuck me down here. I told her I was hers. She stripped and we kissed forever. As we did she rubbed my pussy until I was weak and completely shocked at how easily she made me cumm. I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her pussy and clasped my hands around her buttocks then fingered her ass while I ate her. I brought her off again. She said she’d always pictured me down here.
We went upstairs. I put the bikini on while she turned off the electrical. She locked the place. As we drove back to her house she asked me if I’d made all my slut calls to the 15 girls. I told her yes and reported that to my owners. She asked if it really was going to come off or were they bluffing. I didn’t think anybody was bluffing and the time and place hadn’t been determined to my knowledge.
Back at her house, Tonja had just gotten up from a nap and Karen was watching TV. I showered and gathered my things and slipped on the back up skirt and blouse I’d brought. I told Whitney the day was truly special and the trip to the old house very meaningful. I thanked all of them for the opportunity to serve them as a family again. I left around 5:00.
When I walked in around 10:30, they went into giggles and grins at the outfit. I curtsied and lifted the micro mini mesh skirt slightly to reveal the slut panties, Tonja practically drooled. She kidded me like crazy about being the new white maid.
Whitney was in shorts and a tight black sleeveless top, Tonja still in a seductive turquoise nightie and Karen in hip hugger shorts and a camisole.
After the usual kissing and hugging we chatted in the kitchen. Tonja and I fixed Bloody Mary’s, munched on cheese and crackers and caught up on things until Whitney directed me to kneel in front of her mom. I knelt and slipped her panties off, lifted her nightie and licked her pussy while she leaned against the kitchen counter. I massaged her breasts and worked her pussy with my lips and also sawed four fingers into her and worked her into wanton lust. Whitney told her not to cumm until she said so. Tonja was begging her daughter for a cumm and it turned me on seeing the control Whitney held over her mom. When Tonja came, it was like a dam bursting and I rubbed my face against her. I moved to Karen, again at Whitney's direction, and removed her shorts (no panties) and made sweet love to her pussy. Then I stripped Whitney and we went to the sofa where I ate her and used a dildo on her for a second cumm.
Whitney had me remove the slit panties and bend over the kitchen table. I anticipated being fucked or allowed to cumm especially when I saw her go to my bag. But she had other thoughts. She had me stick my butt back even farther and hold my skirt around my waist. She started spanking my ass with her hands, a paddle and a wooden spoon. I yelled so loudly she gagged me with my ball gag and kept spanking my ass until it was stinging. She told me I deserved it because I’d postponed my visit from yesterday until today. For added humiliation, she plugged my ass with the butt plug and had me to put the slut panties back on.
She told me to clean the house like that and if I did it to her satisfaction, I’d be allowed to cumm and enjoy more pussy. Dressed in the slutty maid outfit, plugged and paddled, I went upstairs and began cleaning. It was agonizing. I wanted to cumm so badly. I couldn’t even talk and every move accentuated the plug in my ass and my aching cunt. I cleaned their rooms, changed sheets on beds, scrubbed bathrooms and threw sheets in the washer. Whitney would check on me frequently, pointing out this or that which required more attention. She said if I failed at my tasks, she’d cuff my hands in front of me to make things more difficult. I’d muff into the gag that I understood. I had a napkin tucked into the top of my outfit which I’d use to wipe my constant drool.
Downstairs, I cleaned the powder room, the living and dining rooms and went to work on the kitchen, including mopping the floor. I though I was through but she took me to the garage, raised the garage door and backed both cars out, and then she lowered the door to about two feet from the floor and told me to sweep the garage. For that task she did cuff my hands in front of me and called me a bimbo.
After sweeping, I stood at the back of the garage while she moved both cars inside then lowered to door. Without any explanation, she threw me over the hood of her car and removed the plug and the gag. She pulled her shorts off and put on the strappy, eased it into my gapping asshole and began fucking me and cupping my cunt. She kept asking me would I rather wash the cars dressed like I was or in one of her bikinis. She demanded an answer and I agonized over my response. Finally I yelled I’d do it in a bikini. Tonja and Karen were in the garage and watched as Whitney brought me to a mind bending series of cumms by manipulating my clit and fucking my ass.
She told Tonja to get a bikini for me. Whitney uncuffed me and had me strip naked. While I was nude she had me pee on the garage floor then put on the bikini Tonja selected and heels again. She said I’d wash the cars dressed like this. I begged no, I’d do anything not to. She told me to go eat her mom and sis first. I went to Tonja and in the garage which was sweltering in the mid 80s temp of the afternoon, I ate both of them off again, including licking their asses.
Whitney and Tonja whispered and her mom got a bucket, soap, sponge, rags and a set of keys. Tonja gave me a cover-up and went back inside as did Karen. Whitney had me get in her car and. I had the bucket and rags in back. She raised the garage door and backed out of the driveway. I asked where we were going. She said I was going to wash her car. We drove through residential areas then drove south on a main road. I imagined we were going to one of those coin operated car washes and I cringed. But instead I watched urban neighborhoods slip away and replaced by sparsely populated areas and then more rural areas. She turned onto an unpaved road and I thought I recognized the house in the distance. She turned into a gravel driveway and I freaked; we were at her grandmother’s farm house, the infamous site of the out-of-control Jas weekend nearly 2 years ago.
She parked in front of the old ramshackle shed, used her keys to open the side door of the house, went in and switched on the electrical box. Both of us walked behind the house and she turned on the well pump. I asked why we came here. She told me there were many reasons but thought of me washing her car in this skimpy bikini seemed all too enticing and out here no one would notice. I understood. She said it’d take the well pump a few minutes to get water pumped. In the meantime, with her direction, I got the hose from a storage shed and connected it. I took the heels off and with the old shed providing a barrier between us and the main road, I washed her car. She leaned against the shed and told me to pull my tits out of the top of the bikini while did it.
After drying the car we both went inside the house. Goose bumps crawled all over me. We walked around the place, all the remaining furniture covered with sheets. Her grandmother will never be able to live here again due to her health. Technically it’s for sale (as evidenced by the sign out front riddled with bullet holes; creepy). We toured the main level and the upstairs bedrooms then returned to the kitchen. Whitney opened the door to the cellar and asked if I wanted to see it again. I said no. She looked at me and said “take your clothes off, Eve.” I hesitated and told her I could not go down there. Again she told me to strip, that she’d never let any real harm come to me in this place. She flicked on the cellar light and, naked, I followed her down.
Once again I entered what was hell to me; old red brick walls, rough concrete floor, no windows and the rough cut beamed ceiling, the whole place no bigger than an average room. The old bed frame was still there, the shelves full of junk and everything covered by layers of dust including the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling casting an unnatural light around the room. It still reminded me of a dungeon or a bunker. I recalled Jas and the girls tying my wrists to the overhead beams, whipping me, putting me on the floor or bed and fucking me and using me as a toilet.
Most of these memories weren’t good but the best thing to come out of this was standing beside me. I looked at Whitney smiled. She wanted to fuck me down here. I told her I was hers. She stripped and we kissed forever. As we did she rubbed my pussy until I was weak and completely shocked at how easily she made me cumm. I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her pussy and clasped my hands around her buttocks then fingered her ass while I ate her. I brought her off again. She said she’d always pictured me down here.
We went upstairs. I put the bikini on while she turned off the electrical. She locked the place. As we drove back to her house she asked me if I’d made all my slut calls to the 15 girls. I told her yes and reported that to my owners. She asked if it really was going to come off or were they bluffing. I didn’t think anybody was bluffing and the time and place hadn’t been determined to my knowledge.
Back at her house, Tonja had just gotten up from a nap and Karen was watching TV. I showered and gathered my things and slipped on the back up skirt and blouse I’d brought. I told Whitney the day was truly special and the trip to the old house very meaningful. I thanked all of them for the opportunity to serve them as a family again. I left around 5:00.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
April 13, 2011: Back to Gloria
I agreed I'd see her for a second day and called her about 8:00 and said I’d come to the hotel.
I didn’t wear much; a mini, open crotch red panties, a sheer blouse, my lightweight leather jacket, thigh highs and heels. There is something about dressing like a hooker and going into a hotel, especially at 9:00 in the morning. I drew stares form several men as I quietly walked through the lobby and to the elevator.
Gloria was wearing a robe. She mentioned how disappointing it was that I couldn’t spend the night with her, that she had visions of spanking and fucking me all night. She asked if I could take some more of what I had yesterday though she knew I must be sore. I said I was sore but I wouldn’t be here this morning if I couldn’t take it and I’d work through it. I showed her the marks and bruises (nothing severe but distinguishable) from her beating yesterday. That thrilled her.
I also said her ass fucking was extremely skilled and asked if she done this a lot. She said her husband was a wimp and she fucks his ass all the time. I asked if she’d fucked a white woman’s ass before and she said no, I was the first and that’s why she got so high, that fucking mine gave her a sense of power and control because, in general, white women that she meets in business act so phony, snotty and stuck up. As for taking her picture, she said no fucking way.
She opened her robe and was naked beneath. She watched patiently until I was naked except for thigh highs and heels. She had me put the strappy on her, had me face the dresser with my legs spread, bend forward and place my forearms on the dresser top, then push my ass back. She rubbed my cunt to test its wetness. Then she rammed the strappy into my cunt and began fucking me and muttering things like I was a whore, a sinner and was getting what I deserved. Her words were raw and cut into me as much as the strappy did. She started slapping my ass cheeks with her hands then got my thin leather paddle and slapped my ass with that. She kept on until I came. She lubed my ass fucked it again (painful) and made me say that I loved my ass fucked and repeat how wonderful she was at ass fucking. I came again but she kept fucking me for a few more minutes.
Finally she withdrew and began beating my ass, aiming at my hole. She got my butt plug and lubed it and pushed it into me. She grabbed my hair and twisted me to the floor and yelled at me to get on my knees. She shoved the strappy into my mouth. I was pressed back against the dresser and had no place to retreat. She cursed me and told me to taste my dirty ass and cunt. She called me a harlot, a woman of ill repute and a bunch of biblical stuff. She made me frig off again while she mouth fucked me. When I’d cumm for the third time she stopped.
She moved to the edge of the bed, got on her knees and bent forward and stuck her ass back. She said my mouth was dirty and so was her ass and it was a good match. She had not showered this morning and her telltale ass scent was extremely musky and strong. I sucked her and tongued her hole when she told me. When I’d forced the tip of my tongue in as far as I could, she started moaning and calling me a filthy mouth. I used my fingers on her cunt. She would bitch at me to separate her more and go deeper but I’d gone as far as possible. She told me it was hard to imagine how humiliating this must be but as far as she was concerned, it was what whore’s did to earn money and Talia told her I’d do anything for money.
I brought her off twice with my mouth on her ass and fingering her pussy.
She sent me to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out with the bottle of scope she had. She stood there and made me do it twice. She also watched me pull the plug out, pee and put the plug back in. I had to take the plug out, put it back in several times (very painful) while she watched and said it was interesting to see me playing with my own ass.
We came back to the bed and I ate her pussy, first with her on her back and legs spread and me between her legs, then with me lying face up on the bed and her straddling my face and riding it. Another time she was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeling in the floor between her legs, my face about 10-12 inches away and using one of my dildos to fuck her. When she got to the edge she screamed and squirted. She totally trashed my face with cumm and squirt. The entire time I think she came six or seven times; she’s undoubtedly prolific. She also cursed me much of that time. I know that when we finished my face and mouth felt like I’d taken on a dozen of Molly's friends.
We stopped just before noon and had been at it for almost 3 hours. I cleaned up some and dressed. She paid me $400 again and said she’d see me again sometime in early summer. I made sure she had my contact information and told her if she’ll let me know a few days ahead, I’d make arrangements to be with her overnight.
I didn’t wear much; a mini, open crotch red panties, a sheer blouse, my lightweight leather jacket, thigh highs and heels. There is something about dressing like a hooker and going into a hotel, especially at 9:00 in the morning. I drew stares form several men as I quietly walked through the lobby and to the elevator.
Gloria was wearing a robe. She mentioned how disappointing it was that I couldn’t spend the night with her, that she had visions of spanking and fucking me all night. She asked if I could take some more of what I had yesterday though she knew I must be sore. I said I was sore but I wouldn’t be here this morning if I couldn’t take it and I’d work through it. I showed her the marks and bruises (nothing severe but distinguishable) from her beating yesterday. That thrilled her.
I also said her ass fucking was extremely skilled and asked if she done this a lot. She said her husband was a wimp and she fucks his ass all the time. I asked if she’d fucked a white woman’s ass before and she said no, I was the first and that’s why she got so high, that fucking mine gave her a sense of power and control because, in general, white women that she meets in business act so phony, snotty and stuck up. As for taking her picture, she said no fucking way.
She opened her robe and was naked beneath. She watched patiently until I was naked except for thigh highs and heels. She had me put the strappy on her, had me face the dresser with my legs spread, bend forward and place my forearms on the dresser top, then push my ass back. She rubbed my cunt to test its wetness. Then she rammed the strappy into my cunt and began fucking me and muttering things like I was a whore, a sinner and was getting what I deserved. Her words were raw and cut into me as much as the strappy did. She started slapping my ass cheeks with her hands then got my thin leather paddle and slapped my ass with that. She kept on until I came. She lubed my ass fucked it again (painful) and made me say that I loved my ass fucked and repeat how wonderful she was at ass fucking. I came again but she kept fucking me for a few more minutes.
Finally she withdrew and began beating my ass, aiming at my hole. She got my butt plug and lubed it and pushed it into me. She grabbed my hair and twisted me to the floor and yelled at me to get on my knees. She shoved the strappy into my mouth. I was pressed back against the dresser and had no place to retreat. She cursed me and told me to taste my dirty ass and cunt. She called me a harlot, a woman of ill repute and a bunch of biblical stuff. She made me frig off again while she mouth fucked me. When I’d cumm for the third time she stopped.
She moved to the edge of the bed, got on her knees and bent forward and stuck her ass back. She said my mouth was dirty and so was her ass and it was a good match. She had not showered this morning and her telltale ass scent was extremely musky and strong. I sucked her and tongued her hole when she told me. When I’d forced the tip of my tongue in as far as I could, she started moaning and calling me a filthy mouth. I used my fingers on her cunt. She would bitch at me to separate her more and go deeper but I’d gone as far as possible. She told me it was hard to imagine how humiliating this must be but as far as she was concerned, it was what whore’s did to earn money and Talia told her I’d do anything for money.
I brought her off twice with my mouth on her ass and fingering her pussy.
She sent me to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out with the bottle of scope she had. She stood there and made me do it twice. She also watched me pull the plug out, pee and put the plug back in. I had to take the plug out, put it back in several times (very painful) while she watched and said it was interesting to see me playing with my own ass.
We came back to the bed and I ate her pussy, first with her on her back and legs spread and me between her legs, then with me lying face up on the bed and her straddling my face and riding it. Another time she was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeling in the floor between her legs, my face about 10-12 inches away and using one of my dildos to fuck her. When she got to the edge she screamed and squirted. She totally trashed my face with cumm and squirt. The entire time I think she came six or seven times; she’s undoubtedly prolific. She also cursed me much of that time. I know that when we finished my face and mouth felt like I’d taken on a dozen of Molly's friends.
We stopped just before noon and had been at it for almost 3 hours. I cleaned up some and dressed. She paid me $400 again and said she’d see me again sometime in early summer. I made sure she had my contact information and told her if she’ll let me know a few days ahead, I’d make arrangements to be with her overnight.
Apr 12, 2011: Gloria Again
I got a call this morning shortly after 9:00 from Gloria, a woman who’d used me for money back in January. I remembered her as a good fuck but somewhat chintzy on her willingness to pay. She told me she was in town on business, staying at the same hotel and had a couple of hours free. Would I meet her? I told her I would and insisted on $400 for 2 hours of sex. She bickered but agreed and gave me her room number. I said I’d be there as soon as I could.
I showered and dressed in a black mini, the black seamed open crotch panty hose from Molly's party, heels, a wispy bra and a knit pullover top. I got my bag and left. I called Katrina and left a message where I was going and who I was seeing.
Finding Gloria’s room, I knocked. She let me, we hugged and she poured me a drink. She had jazz playing on the room entertainment system. We talked briefly and then she asked me to undress. I moved to an open area in the room and much as I did last time, swayed my body to the music and pulled my top over my head. She licked her lips at the wispy bra which hid practically nothing. Inside me, I felt good to be doing this again. I stripped the bra off and shook my tits for her then slipped out of the skirt. When she saw the open crotch hose she laughed and said I’d really upgraded my wardrobe.
I came over to her. She palmed my cunt which was already wet and said I was a perfect little whore. I seductively unbuttoned her blouse and removed her long skirt. She stood in a white bra and panty set, thigh highs and heels. I unclasped her bra and let her mammoth breasts fall into my hands. I massaged them and sucked her nipples until they were fully aroused then nibbled her nipples. She moved the bed and sat on the edge. I knelt between her legs and continued giving her sumptuous breasts more attention. I helped her wiggle her panties off and took off her hose and heels. She told me to get rid of the whore panty hose and I stripped completely naked. She beckoned me to the bed. I slowly separated her legs and showered her pussy with kisses and long licks. I put my hands under her hips and began eating her feverishly, feasting on her cunt, sucking her and pulled at her fleshy cunt lips with my teeth and rubbing my nose against her clit. I kept on until she screamed and rocked off a violent orgasm. She kept calling me “whore, whore, whore” and I kept eating her until she flooded me again. She pulled her knees back, exposed her asshole and I instantly moved my lips to her puckered hole and tongued it. She wanted a toy in her cunt and I got a vibe and buzzed her off while still sucking her hole. She erupted with a third orgasm and I moved my mouth down to lick her flow. She laid there groaning, calling me every name in the book and said I was the most outrageous whore she’d ever known. While she got her breath back, I fixed us another drink.
She went to pee and asked me if I had a strappy and I quickly got mine out of my bag. She laughed that all good whores come well equipped. I put on her and got on all fours on the bed and back my butt up to her. She quickly shoved the strappy in my cunt and began fucking me, telling me that fucking a white woman was the height of ecstasy. She really got into it and brought me off. She took a moment to lube my ass and then eased the strappy in. I groaned but I told her every hole I had was hers. She spewed out more dirty talk, called me a god damn bitch and a sinful, wicked prostitute. She went off the charts fucking my ass and yelling obscenities. She stopped fucking me for a minute, got a leather strap out of my bag and came back. She slid the strappy back in me and started beating my ass with a vengeance. I came again and she snorted that I was nothing but a fuck toy. I groaned yes.
She withdrew and pushed me to the bed on my back. She asked if she could tie me up and I said yes, I trusted her. She got a rope and tied my hands in front of me and pulled my arms over my head. She intended to tie my wrists to a leg of the bed; but the bed was on a wooden platform and there were no attach points. Instead, she led me over to the easy chair, moved it away from the wall and bent me over the back of the chair. She took bondage straps from my bag and cinched my ankles to the back legs of the chair and pushed my body forward, my head settling in the seat of chair. My cunt and ass were totally exposed for her. She got the vibe I’d used on her and ran that over my cunt a few times then started whipping my cunt. She’d hit me and yell out “whore” and “cunt” and lashed at my cunt like she was suddenly possessed. For a minute cold chills ran through my body. She beat my ass hole, cursed me and said I was a no-good bitch and needed this. She alternated whipping my cunt and ass hole, yelling more obscenities until I was shaking and muffling my groans into the chair seat.
Finally she stopped whipping me and fucked my cunt again and yelled at me to cumm, that prostitutes are all about cumming. When she pinched my clit, I went into spasms and came two more times. She unfastened the strappy and untied my ankles. I thought she was through but she shoved me to the bed and pressed her ass right down on my mouth. I sucked her hole. By now her scent was amazingly strong. While I sucked her ass she vibrated her cunt off again. Then she scooted her cunt back over my mouth, let me suck her juices and kept grinding off on me until she came again. That one, too, was an earth shattering cumm. She rolled off and lay beside me muttering “god in heaven, yes.” She laughed and said Talia was right; I do love rough sex. She went to pee and I told her I had too as well. She untied my hands and I went to the bathroom and peed.
She said she was finished with me and paid me $400.00. I thanked her. She said I was well worth the price and the experience of beating me was priceless and Talia said she’d be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity. I told her I’d do this for her anytime she was in town.
I didn’t bother to clean up. I dressed, gathered my toys and thanked her. I left there around 1240 and called Katrina to let her know I was okay. I came home and collapsed on the bed. My cunt and ass were throbbing. Like an idiot, I frigged off and relived the experience. I showered and wrote you both. Now I need a quick nap. Love to all, E.
I showered and dressed in a black mini, the black seamed open crotch panty hose from Molly's party, heels, a wispy bra and a knit pullover top. I got my bag and left. I called Katrina and left a message where I was going and who I was seeing.
Finding Gloria’s room, I knocked. She let me, we hugged and she poured me a drink. She had jazz playing on the room entertainment system. We talked briefly and then she asked me to undress. I moved to an open area in the room and much as I did last time, swayed my body to the music and pulled my top over my head. She licked her lips at the wispy bra which hid practically nothing. Inside me, I felt good to be doing this again. I stripped the bra off and shook my tits for her then slipped out of the skirt. When she saw the open crotch hose she laughed and said I’d really upgraded my wardrobe.
I came over to her. She palmed my cunt which was already wet and said I was a perfect little whore. I seductively unbuttoned her blouse and removed her long skirt. She stood in a white bra and panty set, thigh highs and heels. I unclasped her bra and let her mammoth breasts fall into my hands. I massaged them and sucked her nipples until they were fully aroused then nibbled her nipples. She moved the bed and sat on the edge. I knelt between her legs and continued giving her sumptuous breasts more attention. I helped her wiggle her panties off and took off her hose and heels. She told me to get rid of the whore panty hose and I stripped completely naked. She beckoned me to the bed. I slowly separated her legs and showered her pussy with kisses and long licks. I put my hands under her hips and began eating her feverishly, feasting on her cunt, sucking her and pulled at her fleshy cunt lips with my teeth and rubbing my nose against her clit. I kept on until she screamed and rocked off a violent orgasm. She kept calling me “whore, whore, whore” and I kept eating her until she flooded me again. She pulled her knees back, exposed her asshole and I instantly moved my lips to her puckered hole and tongued it. She wanted a toy in her cunt and I got a vibe and buzzed her off while still sucking her hole. She erupted with a third orgasm and I moved my mouth down to lick her flow. She laid there groaning, calling me every name in the book and said I was the most outrageous whore she’d ever known. While she got her breath back, I fixed us another drink.
She went to pee and asked me if I had a strappy and I quickly got mine out of my bag. She laughed that all good whores come well equipped. I put on her and got on all fours on the bed and back my butt up to her. She quickly shoved the strappy in my cunt and began fucking me, telling me that fucking a white woman was the height of ecstasy. She really got into it and brought me off. She took a moment to lube my ass and then eased the strappy in. I groaned but I told her every hole I had was hers. She spewed out more dirty talk, called me a god damn bitch and a sinful, wicked prostitute. She went off the charts fucking my ass and yelling obscenities. She stopped fucking me for a minute, got a leather strap out of my bag and came back. She slid the strappy back in me and started beating my ass with a vengeance. I came again and she snorted that I was nothing but a fuck toy. I groaned yes.
She withdrew and pushed me to the bed on my back. She asked if she could tie me up and I said yes, I trusted her. She got a rope and tied my hands in front of me and pulled my arms over my head. She intended to tie my wrists to a leg of the bed; but the bed was on a wooden platform and there were no attach points. Instead, she led me over to the easy chair, moved it away from the wall and bent me over the back of the chair. She took bondage straps from my bag and cinched my ankles to the back legs of the chair and pushed my body forward, my head settling in the seat of chair. My cunt and ass were totally exposed for her. She got the vibe I’d used on her and ran that over my cunt a few times then started whipping my cunt. She’d hit me and yell out “whore” and “cunt” and lashed at my cunt like she was suddenly possessed. For a minute cold chills ran through my body. She beat my ass hole, cursed me and said I was a no-good bitch and needed this. She alternated whipping my cunt and ass hole, yelling more obscenities until I was shaking and muffling my groans into the chair seat.
Finally she stopped whipping me and fucked my cunt again and yelled at me to cumm, that prostitutes are all about cumming. When she pinched my clit, I went into spasms and came two more times. She unfastened the strappy and untied my ankles. I thought she was through but she shoved me to the bed and pressed her ass right down on my mouth. I sucked her hole. By now her scent was amazingly strong. While I sucked her ass she vibrated her cunt off again. Then she scooted her cunt back over my mouth, let me suck her juices and kept grinding off on me until she came again. That one, too, was an earth shattering cumm. She rolled off and lay beside me muttering “god in heaven, yes.” She laughed and said Talia was right; I do love rough sex. She went to pee and I told her I had too as well. She untied my hands and I went to the bathroom and peed.
She said she was finished with me and paid me $400.00. I thanked her. She said I was well worth the price and the experience of beating me was priceless and Talia said she’d be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity. I told her I’d do this for her anytime she was in town.
I didn’t bother to clean up. I dressed, gathered my toys and thanked her. I left there around 1240 and called Katrina to let her know I was okay. I came home and collapsed on the bed. My cunt and ass were throbbing. Like an idiot, I frigged off and relived the experience. I showered and wrote you both. Now I need a quick nap. Love to all, E.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Apr 6, 2011: Slutwalks for Molly and Friends
Nervous and anticipatory described my mood this morning. I paced around the house, checked my cell for messages from Molly or anyone. Nonetheless, I was ready (dare I use the word “dressed”) by 10:00 in the maid outfit, the black slit crotch panties, black fishnet hose and my purple and black high heel pumps. With all the teasing and buildup over the past 2 days, a small part of me was ready for this to happen. Yet, the majority of my psyche had uneasiness because of how spontaneous and cunning Molly and her friends can be. Once it starts, it’s unending. Her insistence of me wearing only what I had on and not taking a more sane back up change of clothes also bothered me.
Molly arrived around 10:00; I watched Molly, Rhonda and Kristie get out and head up the walk. Nervous as hell, I met them at the door. I wanted to reach out and hug Molly or any of them. I needed bodily contact and reinforcement but Molly pushed me back to get a better look at me. She and the others luridly voiced their approval, chided me and gave my butt a few light slaps.
From the pocket of her hoodie, she brought out my collar and locked it around my neck. She went to the entry closet and got my lightweight black leather coat and told me we had a stop to make plus it was cold this morning and I might need this. Puzzled about what stop she had in mind; I gladly accepted the coat though the short upper thigh length was barely longer than the mesh skirt of the maids outfit and hit me slightly above the tops of my thigh highs.
I sat in the front seat, Rhonda and Kristie in back. When we headed north, the opposite direction of Molly's house, I asked where we were going. Molly said this is taking place at Stephanie’s lake house; it’s more private. I exhaled in dismay; I knew this was not a good sign.
The drive to the cottage is about 30-35 minutes, maybe 20-25 miles. We’d gone about 10 miles when she turned into a small shopping plaza and stopped in front of a liquor store. She looked at me nonchalantly and said we need a half gallon of rum and vodka and unzipped my coat to the waist. Now I was borderline obscene. Rhonda went in with me presumably to ensure I didn’t cheat. I purchased what she wanted. The old fart of a clerk about had a coronary staring at me. Although my nipples were covered by the coat, my cleavage was well displayed beneath the white mesh of the outfit and the collar was a dead giveaway. We returned to the car and they had me take the coat off before I got in. Molly cuffed my hands in front of me and attached my leash to the collar for the remainder of the trip.
By the time we arrived at the cottage, two other cars were parked under the trees close to the house. Rhonda carried the booze, and Kristie got my suitcase, the same one Molly and Stephanie had carried out Monday with all the goodies, out of the trunk of the car.
Molly triumphantly led me inside where Stephanie, Kristen, Kayla, Julie, and Tyler waited. The catcalls and remarks were predictable; each in their own way verbally belittled me but I took it in stride. Molly told me this was the group she’d selected and for me to serve drinks, something I should be able to do even with my hands cuffed in front of me. She and Rhonda took the suitcase back to one of the bedrooms. I took drink orders and found a deli tray on the kitchen counter with all kinds of sandwiches. I fixed drinks, brought sandwiches and performed as Molly’s servant maid. Now I understood the purpose of the outfit. She really had this thing planned.
The renovated cottage, now turned into a 4 bedroom 3 ½ bath lake house, is truly a great place. A few more touches have been added since I was here back in December of 2010. As I served them I got more background on why Molly and Stephanie selected the lake house instead of Molly’s. With the exception of Rhonda and Kristen, all the girls were skipping school and this would draw less attention than Molly's driveway full of cars and party noises. Kristen was home on spring break and that’s part of the reason why Molly deferred this until this week.
Throughout my serving, they lifted my skirt (if you can call it that) and giggled at the slit panties that left my cunt on display. Molly and Rhonda returned and deposited my toy bag on the dining room table. The group meandered to the great room. Molly had me stand in front of them and raise my skirt and display my cunt poking through the slit pantie. She explained today's event was a result of my reluctance to show Tyler my pussy a few weeks ago. She told everybody I’d be modeling things that emphasized my cunt which from now throughout the summer would no longer be covered until she said otherwise. I'm sure most of the girls already knew this and her words were to set the stage for me mentally for what would follow. She had me follow her through the great room, to the dining room overlooking the deck and said this would be the route I’d take every time I can out with something new on. For starters, I modeled the maids outfit.
Then she took me back to the bedroom where my things were laid out on the bed. I was amazed. She and Rhonda had grouped things by outfit, hose, panties and shoes. They'd written everything on a cheat sheet for me, numbered slutwalks 1-12, showing the order she wanted me to model things and put sticky notes on things to indicate her desired combination. She left the collar on, took the leash off and uncuffed me and said to get started. She went back to the great room.
The slut walks started around 11:30. (I used her cheat sheet to reconstruct the order and the outfit.)
The first outfit was a black sheer opaque top with spaghetti straps, matching thigh high stockings and g-string open cunt pantie. She matched that with my red high heels sandals. I did the slut walk, pausing several times to strike a pose while they catcalled and jeered.
Then I modeled a sheer mesh babydoll and matching crotchless pantie, white with a floral print and fishnet thigh highs and my Lucite heels.
Next I modeled an unbelieveably trampy black open bust fishnet bustier with garters, mesh hose and an open crotch thong and my Lucite heels.
From there I changed into an open cup bra and crotchless pantie set in purple. Then another open boob and crotch bra and pantie set in black. By now, I was really getting into it.
They wanted drink refills. I served again and fixed myself another one, too.
Next I modeled a series of bodystockings, first and open crotch one in lace and spandex that hid nothing. By now I was oozing. Then another one with an open weave with a plunging neckline and strappy criss cross lacing at the bust.
My next outfit was an open crotch, open cup bra bodystocking in a fishnet pattern that left nothing to the imagination. That one sent them into a tizzy. I did another drink refill for some of them. I came out with the final body stocking, a floral lace design with spaghetti straps and 3-openings … one at each hip, and one under my cunt and ass. They loved that one.
I did two crotchless panty hose, a black seamed one and the other plain and in taupe.
Then I did a sexy fishnet hose and garter combination which again brought more catcalls.
the finale was modeling a series of open crotch panties in white, black, lavender and red; coming out in just the slit panties, hose and heels. I did another drink refill for some of them and Molly taunted me with a reminder to the girls that my cunt was to be just as it was right now; open cunt slut panties or hose or nothing at all.
She told me to take everything off. I removed the panties, hose and heels and stood naked, posed as she told me with legs apart and hands clasped behind my back. She had me move in front of Tyler and apologize to her once again for not being more responsive in stripping when I met her. At Molly's insistence, I told Tyler I would always be available to her.
Molly said prove it by eating her and asked Tyler if she was up for that. She was but preferred to do it in the bedroom. (She's a little bit shy in front of so many older girls.) The two of us went back to the bedroom and I undressed her, rubbed her body and told her she was precious. I rubbed her pussy and told her how much I wanted to make her cumm. I knew she was tense. I kept rubbing her legs and hips and going at her pussy with soft licks until she built a rhythm. I added a finger into her pussy, created friction against her clit and licked her until she came. We cuddled for a long time. I asked if I was making her uncomfortable in any way. She told me this was really something new to her, doing it in my house with Molly was okay but she didn’t know all the girls that well plus seeing me do this made her think of her mom. At that moment Molly yelled through the door and asked if we were through. I suggested to Tyler that we talk privately sometime and for today, participate in only the things that appeal to her, that not every girl Molly recruits has fucked me so it’s no big deal.
Tyler went to pee. I rejoined the others in the great room. Molly immediately shoved me to Julie who was eager for a cumm. I ate her. From there it was whoever wanted me next. Kayla jumped in. She held my face against her cunt and ground off on me.
Tyler watched as I ate Kristen and Rhonda. Next Kristie shoved me to the floor and rode my face as did Molly and finally Stephanie. My face was aching and a mass of cumm and juices. Molly asked Tyler if she thought I should be spanked as punishment for being so stupid last month when I met her. Tyler agreed I should be. Molly made me tell Tyler I wanted to be spanked. She asked if Tyler had ever spanked anybody before and she said not really, other than spanking her little sister.
Stephanie took over and said she’d show her how they do it. She went upstairs and came back with a small vanity bench with a padded top. She told me to kneel on one side of the bench and drape my body across the bench so my tits were hanging off the other side and grasp the legs of the stool firmly. I thought, oh Gawd here it comes. She and Kristie tied my wrists to the bench legs and shoved my thighs against the other two legs of the bench and tied them. Stephanie, Rhonda and Kristie hit my butt cheeks, down she sides of my cheeks and my upper thighs. The girls I could see, Kristen, Kayla, Julie and Kristie, were laughing. Tyler told Molly she would prefer to watch me get my butt beat. Rhonda (mistress of spank) stepped in and began thoroughly beating my butt and thighs. I was yelling. Stephanie and Kristie held my cheeks apart and Rhonda used the crop to beat my asshole. Tyler was going OMG the whole time. With tons of encouragement from the others, she picked up the paddle and beat my butt some.
While this continued, Molly was in front of me pulling my tits, calling them udders, asking if I liked this and calling me an old whore. Kristie and Julie also tormented my tits and nipples. They untied me from the vanity bench and several of them dragged me back to the bedroom, threw me on the bed. In a flurry of activity she, Kristen, Molly and Rhonda held me face up on the bed with pillows under my hips. Molly put on the strappy, mounted me and began fucking me, calling me her cunt, bitching at me to show her girls how much I could cumm. I shuddered through several orgasms. Stephanie followed her with another strappy and fucked me. I ate Julie and Kayla while I got fucked, then they in turn took the strappy’s and fucked me. Rhonda lowered her butt over my face and had me suck her rose. I think all of them with the exception of Tyler fucked my cunt. I wobbled to the bathroom to pee.
We moved back to the great room. Kristie got in Stephanie’s face about wanting to ass fuck me. Kristie reminded Stephanie that during the Molly weekend she’d ass fucked me as good as any of them. For a moment there was tension. Stephanie shoved Kristie and told her not to get in her shit; that it’s her fucking lake house and she and Molly make the rules. Kristie said fuck the rules, just fuck the ass. I begged them not to fight, that I’d give my ass to both of them. Out of nowhere Julie protested and said she wanted in on this, too. For a minute it was comical. Molly play traffic cop and said okay three but that’s all.
Drink refills in hand, the entire group moved back to the bedroom. Stephanie and some of the others were on me like a pack of wolves and tied my ankles against my thighs and then my wrists to my ankles. They flipped me over so my face and lower legs were on the bed, my ass pouched up and my cunt equally exposed. Stephanie worked lube deep inside my hole and invited Kristie to go first. Kristie slid her strappy into me. She's good and has such controlled strokes. She had me groaning and shouting. Julie took over and eased hers in and began fucking my ass. Before Stephanie started she lubed me again. My hole was loose and open and she shoved her strappy in with ease. She fucked me until I was constantly yelling obscene phrases, that I loved it, loved them, that my ass was theirs, and I loved ass fucking. I was out of my mind and came again. Kristie came behind me and rammed her dildo into my cunt and fucked me to a mind bending orgasm.
They untied me and told me to go to the tub and pee. Stephanie straddled me in the tub and while I peed she pissed on me. I started frigging off. Molly, Kristie and I think Rhonda pissed on my cunt while I frigged off. When they finished, I lay there dazed and told them I couldn’t take anymore. Molly asked me what time I wanted to be home. I told her by 4:00. She laughed and said too bad, it’s past 3:30 now. I thought oh fuck.
I showered briefly to get the stink off me, frantically put the maid outfit back on and gathered up the lingerie and put things in my suitcase. I took a moment to say my thank you to the group. Kristen held up a key and asked me if I knew what this was. I sighed and said that’s my house key. She told me she and Cristal would be coming around.
Molly, Rhonda, Kristie and I left around 4:15 and drove back to my place. On the way back Molly told me Linda would be slut walking later this month. She also mentioned a new slut, Connie, who I might meet soon if things worked out. I asked her who Connie was. She said it’s a long story and she’d fill me in sometime soon. I got home at 4:50 about 15 minutes before he did.
Molly arrived around 10:00; I watched Molly, Rhonda and Kristie get out and head up the walk. Nervous as hell, I met them at the door. I wanted to reach out and hug Molly or any of them. I needed bodily contact and reinforcement but Molly pushed me back to get a better look at me. She and the others luridly voiced their approval, chided me and gave my butt a few light slaps.
From the pocket of her hoodie, she brought out my collar and locked it around my neck. She went to the entry closet and got my lightweight black leather coat and told me we had a stop to make plus it was cold this morning and I might need this. Puzzled about what stop she had in mind; I gladly accepted the coat though the short upper thigh length was barely longer than the mesh skirt of the maids outfit and hit me slightly above the tops of my thigh highs.
I sat in the front seat, Rhonda and Kristie in back. When we headed north, the opposite direction of Molly's house, I asked where we were going. Molly said this is taking place at Stephanie’s lake house; it’s more private. I exhaled in dismay; I knew this was not a good sign.
The drive to the cottage is about 30-35 minutes, maybe 20-25 miles. We’d gone about 10 miles when she turned into a small shopping plaza and stopped in front of a liquor store. She looked at me nonchalantly and said we need a half gallon of rum and vodka and unzipped my coat to the waist. Now I was borderline obscene. Rhonda went in with me presumably to ensure I didn’t cheat. I purchased what she wanted. The old fart of a clerk about had a coronary staring at me. Although my nipples were covered by the coat, my cleavage was well displayed beneath the white mesh of the outfit and the collar was a dead giveaway. We returned to the car and they had me take the coat off before I got in. Molly cuffed my hands in front of me and attached my leash to the collar for the remainder of the trip.
By the time we arrived at the cottage, two other cars were parked under the trees close to the house. Rhonda carried the booze, and Kristie got my suitcase, the same one Molly and Stephanie had carried out Monday with all the goodies, out of the trunk of the car.
Molly triumphantly led me inside where Stephanie, Kristen, Kayla, Julie, and Tyler waited. The catcalls and remarks were predictable; each in their own way verbally belittled me but I took it in stride. Molly told me this was the group she’d selected and for me to serve drinks, something I should be able to do even with my hands cuffed in front of me. She and Rhonda took the suitcase back to one of the bedrooms. I took drink orders and found a deli tray on the kitchen counter with all kinds of sandwiches. I fixed drinks, brought sandwiches and performed as Molly’s servant maid. Now I understood the purpose of the outfit. She really had this thing planned.
The renovated cottage, now turned into a 4 bedroom 3 ½ bath lake house, is truly a great place. A few more touches have been added since I was here back in December of 2010. As I served them I got more background on why Molly and Stephanie selected the lake house instead of Molly’s. With the exception of Rhonda and Kristen, all the girls were skipping school and this would draw less attention than Molly's driveway full of cars and party noises. Kristen was home on spring break and that’s part of the reason why Molly deferred this until this week.
Throughout my serving, they lifted my skirt (if you can call it that) and giggled at the slit panties that left my cunt on display. Molly and Rhonda returned and deposited my toy bag on the dining room table. The group meandered to the great room. Molly had me stand in front of them and raise my skirt and display my cunt poking through the slit pantie. She explained today's event was a result of my reluctance to show Tyler my pussy a few weeks ago. She told everybody I’d be modeling things that emphasized my cunt which from now throughout the summer would no longer be covered until she said otherwise. I'm sure most of the girls already knew this and her words were to set the stage for me mentally for what would follow. She had me follow her through the great room, to the dining room overlooking the deck and said this would be the route I’d take every time I can out with something new on. For starters, I modeled the maids outfit.
Then she took me back to the bedroom where my things were laid out on the bed. I was amazed. She and Rhonda had grouped things by outfit, hose, panties and shoes. They'd written everything on a cheat sheet for me, numbered slutwalks 1-12, showing the order she wanted me to model things and put sticky notes on things to indicate her desired combination. She left the collar on, took the leash off and uncuffed me and said to get started. She went back to the great room.
The slut walks started around 11:30. (I used her cheat sheet to reconstruct the order and the outfit.)
The first outfit was a black sheer opaque top with spaghetti straps, matching thigh high stockings and g-string open cunt pantie. She matched that with my red high heels sandals. I did the slut walk, pausing several times to strike a pose while they catcalled and jeered.
Then I modeled a sheer mesh babydoll and matching crotchless pantie, white with a floral print and fishnet thigh highs and my Lucite heels.
Next I modeled an unbelieveably trampy black open bust fishnet bustier with garters, mesh hose and an open crotch thong and my Lucite heels.
From there I changed into an open cup bra and crotchless pantie set in purple. Then another open boob and crotch bra and pantie set in black. By now, I was really getting into it.
They wanted drink refills. I served again and fixed myself another one, too.
Next I modeled a series of bodystockings, first and open crotch one in lace and spandex that hid nothing. By now I was oozing. Then another one with an open weave with a plunging neckline and strappy criss cross lacing at the bust.
My next outfit was an open crotch, open cup bra bodystocking in a fishnet pattern that left nothing to the imagination. That one sent them into a tizzy. I did another drink refill for some of them. I came out with the final body stocking, a floral lace design with spaghetti straps and 3-openings … one at each hip, and one under my cunt and ass. They loved that one.
I did two crotchless panty hose, a black seamed one and the other plain and in taupe.
Then I did a sexy fishnet hose and garter combination which again brought more catcalls.
the finale was modeling a series of open crotch panties in white, black, lavender and red; coming out in just the slit panties, hose and heels. I did another drink refill for some of them and Molly taunted me with a reminder to the girls that my cunt was to be just as it was right now; open cunt slut panties or hose or nothing at all.
She told me to take everything off. I removed the panties, hose and heels and stood naked, posed as she told me with legs apart and hands clasped behind my back. She had me move in front of Tyler and apologize to her once again for not being more responsive in stripping when I met her. At Molly's insistence, I told Tyler I would always be available to her.
Molly said prove it by eating her and asked Tyler if she was up for that. She was but preferred to do it in the bedroom. (She's a little bit shy in front of so many older girls.) The two of us went back to the bedroom and I undressed her, rubbed her body and told her she was precious. I rubbed her pussy and told her how much I wanted to make her cumm. I knew she was tense. I kept rubbing her legs and hips and going at her pussy with soft licks until she built a rhythm. I added a finger into her pussy, created friction against her clit and licked her until she came. We cuddled for a long time. I asked if I was making her uncomfortable in any way. She told me this was really something new to her, doing it in my house with Molly was okay but she didn’t know all the girls that well plus seeing me do this made her think of her mom. At that moment Molly yelled through the door and asked if we were through. I suggested to Tyler that we talk privately sometime and for today, participate in only the things that appeal to her, that not every girl Molly recruits has fucked me so it’s no big deal.
Tyler went to pee. I rejoined the others in the great room. Molly immediately shoved me to Julie who was eager for a cumm. I ate her. From there it was whoever wanted me next. Kayla jumped in. She held my face against her cunt and ground off on me.
Tyler watched as I ate Kristen and Rhonda. Next Kristie shoved me to the floor and rode my face as did Molly and finally Stephanie. My face was aching and a mass of cumm and juices. Molly asked Tyler if she thought I should be spanked as punishment for being so stupid last month when I met her. Tyler agreed I should be. Molly made me tell Tyler I wanted to be spanked. She asked if Tyler had ever spanked anybody before and she said not really, other than spanking her little sister.
Stephanie took over and said she’d show her how they do it. She went upstairs and came back with a small vanity bench with a padded top. She told me to kneel on one side of the bench and drape my body across the bench so my tits were hanging off the other side and grasp the legs of the stool firmly. I thought, oh Gawd here it comes. She and Kristie tied my wrists to the bench legs and shoved my thighs against the other two legs of the bench and tied them. Stephanie, Rhonda and Kristie hit my butt cheeks, down she sides of my cheeks and my upper thighs. The girls I could see, Kristen, Kayla, Julie and Kristie, were laughing. Tyler told Molly she would prefer to watch me get my butt beat. Rhonda (mistress of spank) stepped in and began thoroughly beating my butt and thighs. I was yelling. Stephanie and Kristie held my cheeks apart and Rhonda used the crop to beat my asshole. Tyler was going OMG the whole time. With tons of encouragement from the others, she picked up the paddle and beat my butt some.
While this continued, Molly was in front of me pulling my tits, calling them udders, asking if I liked this and calling me an old whore. Kristie and Julie also tormented my tits and nipples. They untied me from the vanity bench and several of them dragged me back to the bedroom, threw me on the bed. In a flurry of activity she, Kristen, Molly and Rhonda held me face up on the bed with pillows under my hips. Molly put on the strappy, mounted me and began fucking me, calling me her cunt, bitching at me to show her girls how much I could cumm. I shuddered through several orgasms. Stephanie followed her with another strappy and fucked me. I ate Julie and Kayla while I got fucked, then they in turn took the strappy’s and fucked me. Rhonda lowered her butt over my face and had me suck her rose. I think all of them with the exception of Tyler fucked my cunt. I wobbled to the bathroom to pee.
We moved back to the great room. Kristie got in Stephanie’s face about wanting to ass fuck me. Kristie reminded Stephanie that during the Molly weekend she’d ass fucked me as good as any of them. For a moment there was tension. Stephanie shoved Kristie and told her not to get in her shit; that it’s her fucking lake house and she and Molly make the rules. Kristie said fuck the rules, just fuck the ass. I begged them not to fight, that I’d give my ass to both of them. Out of nowhere Julie protested and said she wanted in on this, too. For a minute it was comical. Molly play traffic cop and said okay three but that’s all.
Drink refills in hand, the entire group moved back to the bedroom. Stephanie and some of the others were on me like a pack of wolves and tied my ankles against my thighs and then my wrists to my ankles. They flipped me over so my face and lower legs were on the bed, my ass pouched up and my cunt equally exposed. Stephanie worked lube deep inside my hole and invited Kristie to go first. Kristie slid her strappy into me. She's good and has such controlled strokes. She had me groaning and shouting. Julie took over and eased hers in and began fucking my ass. Before Stephanie started she lubed me again. My hole was loose and open and she shoved her strappy in with ease. She fucked me until I was constantly yelling obscene phrases, that I loved it, loved them, that my ass was theirs, and I loved ass fucking. I was out of my mind and came again. Kristie came behind me and rammed her dildo into my cunt and fucked me to a mind bending orgasm.
They untied me and told me to go to the tub and pee. Stephanie straddled me in the tub and while I peed she pissed on me. I started frigging off. Molly, Kristie and I think Rhonda pissed on my cunt while I frigged off. When they finished, I lay there dazed and told them I couldn’t take anymore. Molly asked me what time I wanted to be home. I told her by 4:00. She laughed and said too bad, it’s past 3:30 now. I thought oh fuck.
I showered briefly to get the stink off me, frantically put the maid outfit back on and gathered up the lingerie and put things in my suitcase. I took a moment to say my thank you to the group. Kristen held up a key and asked me if I knew what this was. I sighed and said that’s my house key. She told me she and Cristal would be coming around.
Molly, Rhonda, Kristie and I left around 4:15 and drove back to my place. On the way back Molly told me Linda would be slut walking later this month. She also mentioned a new slut, Connie, who I might meet soon if things worked out. I asked her who Connie was. She said it’s a long story and she’d fill me in sometime soon. I got home at 4:50 about 15 minutes before he did.
Apr 5, 2011: The Outfit for Molly
When I got home around 12:30, I had the distinct feeling someone had been in my house; there was a glass on the kitchencounter that I hadn't used. My first thought was Molly because all the doors were still locked. I sent her a text but got no answer. I cautiously went into my bedroom into then my study. On my desk was a note from her on top of a small package and my purple and black open toes pumps. The note said what’s on the desk is what I wear over tomorrow, put it on and text her. I went oh fuck.
I opened the package and saw this totally trashy French maid costume, mesh hose and open crotch panties. Then I really went oh fuck. my cunt was throbbing. I looked at the maid outfit again and knew I didn’t order this and assume she did.
I stripped and tried the thing on. The look was totally slutty.
The outfit is a sheer open bust micro mini, a black mesh skirt which ends at the bottom of my butt. There’s a wide V white mesh panel which goes from the scooped neckline, down the outer sides of my tits (leaving them visible beneath the mesh) and ends at the waist. The sides and back of the thing are black spandex and black shoulder straps hold the top up. It also has a stupid little white apron about the size of half a napkin attached to the front of the waist band that covers absolutely nothing and just draws attention to the black open crotch panties. With the heels, mesh thigh highs and slit panties, I look like some rank exhibitionist.
I texted Molly that I had the costume on. Immediately she texted back and asked … everything including heels hose and panties? I said yes. She said what I have on now is what I’d wear over tomorrow; that, and nothing else. I text back … Molly, please no.
She ignored that text and sent back that somebody would be over to pick me up at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Since then she has not answered the rest of my texts or my call.
She is playing with me. I’m so fucked.
I opened the package and saw this totally trashy French maid costume, mesh hose and open crotch panties. Then I really went oh fuck. my cunt was throbbing. I looked at the maid outfit again and knew I didn’t order this and assume she did.
I stripped and tried the thing on. The look was totally slutty.
The outfit is a sheer open bust micro mini, a black mesh skirt which ends at the bottom of my butt. There’s a wide V white mesh panel which goes from the scooped neckline, down the outer sides of my tits (leaving them visible beneath the mesh) and ends at the waist. The sides and back of the thing are black spandex and black shoulder straps hold the top up. It also has a stupid little white apron about the size of half a napkin attached to the front of the waist band that covers absolutely nothing and just draws attention to the black open crotch panties. With the heels, mesh thigh highs and slit panties, I look like some rank exhibitionist.
I texted Molly that I had the costume on. Immediately she texted back and asked … everything including heels hose and panties? I said yes. She said what I have on now is what I’d wear over tomorrow; that, and nothing else. I text back … Molly, please no.
She ignored that text and sent back that somebody would be over to pick me up at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Since then she has not answered the rest of my texts or my call.
She is playing with me. I’m so fucked.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Apr 4, 2011: Molly and Stephanie Here
I’d met clients for lunch to discuss revisions to a document I’d worked on over the weekend and returned home afterwards to incorporate the changes for a meeting tonight. About 2:30, I heard a car door shut, looked out my window and saw Molly and Stephanie coming up the front walk. Before I got out of my study I heard them enter (Molly and her key). I’d made it as far as one of the landings on the stairs when I saw them. Molly looked up the stairs and asked me what I was supposed to do when I saw her in my house. I felt my face flush and started taking my clothes off. They didn’t say a thing until I’d stripped off everything except my panties. Molly sneered and said my pussy was not supposed to be covered. As soon as I was naked she scolded me and said this would make the fashion show that much worse. I blushed and apologized.
She told me to leave my clothes right where they laid and fix them a rum and coke. I came down the rest of the stairs and headed to the kitchen. As I passed by them they felt me up, palmed my cunt and twisted my nipples. I fixed them drinks. They demanded some munchies so I got a box of cheese crackers and a can of peanuts. I poured myself a glass of wine.
She asked where the package was with all the slut goodies and I said in the closet of my study. We went upstairs and I got the package. She led me to my bedroom closet, went through my shoes and selected three pairs; the Lucite’s, a pair of high heeled red strappy sandals and a pair of purple and black open toes pumps. Then she told me to get my toy bag.
She asked if all my toys were in the bag. I said yes. But she told me in a conversation with Tisha that I now had some chain and padlocks, was that in the bag. I said no; it was in the boot of my station wagon. She looked thoroughly disgusted and told me to go get it. I told her my car was in the garage and in order to raise the rear hatch all the way up I had to open the garage door. She said that wasn’t her problem. I politely reminded her I was naked. Again she said that’s not her problem. I said please I cannot. She sneered and said I better hope the neighbors on that side of my house weren’t looking.
I calculated the odds. I know both of them (neighbors) work, my garage door opens to the side of the house and there’s probably 100 feet of woods between my house and theirs and my house itself sits back at least 150 feet from the lane. But if someone was driving by slowly or walking and looked in my direction I could be seen. Finally I gave in. I went downstairs, opened the garage door, dashed to the back of my car and opened the hatch. I got the bag with the chain and locks, lowered the hatch and ran back inside. My heart was beating a mile a minute. They were in stitches.
We went back upstairs and they were still laughing. Molly told me to get a piece of luggage and pack the shoes, the package of slut lingerie, and the toy bag. I got a medium sized wheeled suitcase and did so. I asked what about the chain and she shrugged her shoulders and said I could bring it when I came over. I about flipped out. I was livid!
She had me sit in the floor with my back against the bed. She let me kiss her pussy once then lick her ass and had me do the same to Stephanie. She asked if I wanted her pussy and I begged yes. However, she said there will be no real pussy licking until I came over to her house for the fashion show. She told me to frig myself and as I did, she told me the slut show would be on Wednesday. They taunted me about what they had in mind and it drove crazy. I frigged until I came. Molly said I owe them and paybacks are hell. I nodded. Without any hugs or kisses, they said goodbye, took the luggage with the things in it and left.
I sat here for a long time trying to breath normally again. I replayed what had happened a dozen times in my brain. They’d ordered me around with one thing or another for an hour and a half. That is the strangest feeling … being ordered around inside my own house but somehow it gets right to my core. Now she has the slut lingerie, some of my high heels and all my toys. I shudder to think the significance of that.
I frigged again and crawled to my feet and retrieved my clothes off the stairs. I threw them on and took the chain back in my car.
This whole thing is driving me crazy.
She told me to leave my clothes right where they laid and fix them a rum and coke. I came down the rest of the stairs and headed to the kitchen. As I passed by them they felt me up, palmed my cunt and twisted my nipples. I fixed them drinks. They demanded some munchies so I got a box of cheese crackers and a can of peanuts. I poured myself a glass of wine.
She asked where the package was with all the slut goodies and I said in the closet of my study. We went upstairs and I got the package. She led me to my bedroom closet, went through my shoes and selected three pairs; the Lucite’s, a pair of high heeled red strappy sandals and a pair of purple and black open toes pumps. Then she told me to get my toy bag.
She asked if all my toys were in the bag. I said yes. But she told me in a conversation with Tisha that I now had some chain and padlocks, was that in the bag. I said no; it was in the boot of my station wagon. She looked thoroughly disgusted and told me to go get it. I told her my car was in the garage and in order to raise the rear hatch all the way up I had to open the garage door. She said that wasn’t her problem. I politely reminded her I was naked. Again she said that’s not her problem. I said please I cannot. She sneered and said I better hope the neighbors on that side of my house weren’t looking.
I calculated the odds. I know both of them (neighbors) work, my garage door opens to the side of the house and there’s probably 100 feet of woods between my house and theirs and my house itself sits back at least 150 feet from the lane. But if someone was driving by slowly or walking and looked in my direction I could be seen. Finally I gave in. I went downstairs, opened the garage door, dashed to the back of my car and opened the hatch. I got the bag with the chain and locks, lowered the hatch and ran back inside. My heart was beating a mile a minute. They were in stitches.
We went back upstairs and they were still laughing. Molly told me to get a piece of luggage and pack the shoes, the package of slut lingerie, and the toy bag. I got a medium sized wheeled suitcase and did so. I asked what about the chain and she shrugged her shoulders and said I could bring it when I came over. I about flipped out. I was livid!
She had me sit in the floor with my back against the bed. She let me kiss her pussy once then lick her ass and had me do the same to Stephanie. She asked if I wanted her pussy and I begged yes. However, she said there will be no real pussy licking until I came over to her house for the fashion show. She told me to frig myself and as I did, she told me the slut show would be on Wednesday. They taunted me about what they had in mind and it drove crazy. I frigged until I came. Molly said I owe them and paybacks are hell. I nodded. Without any hugs or kisses, they said goodbye, took the luggage with the things in it and left.
I sat here for a long time trying to breath normally again. I replayed what had happened a dozen times in my brain. They’d ordered me around with one thing or another for an hour and a half. That is the strangest feeling … being ordered around inside my own house but somehow it gets right to my core. Now she has the slut lingerie, some of my high heels and all my toys. I shudder to think the significance of that.
I frigged again and crawled to my feet and retrieved my clothes off the stairs. I threw them on and took the chain back in my car.
This whole thing is driving me crazy.
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