July 17, 2011: Hotel Weekend, Sunday

Sunday July 17


Jaycee, Church Lady.
A more mature woman, Jaycee, came by about 11:00am. She was on her way home after attending early services at church. Honestly she was sweet and just a picture of radiance. She said one of her friends was here yesterday, I don’t know who, and recommended she stop by. She was exquisitely dressed and had the most beautiful summer hat. However, she unashamedly shed the hat, her summer gloves and all her clothes and told me she hoped I wasn’t offended by her older body but she would really enjoy sex. I assured her she looked splendid in and out of her clothes and it was my pleasure to serve her. Quite frankly, she’s 54 but what people call well-preserved. She sat in a chair, sipped a vodka and coke while and I ate her. I told her if she’d lie across the sofa I’d love to do her ass. She did and I rimmed her, used a vibe in her ass then tongued her hole while I fingered her off. She was most appreciative.

Shaniqua
As charming as Jaycee was, Shaniqua proved to be the exact opposite and the essence of the devil reincarnated. She came with an attitude that said “bitch” but she paid well. We went to the bedroom and she immediately proceeded to tie me up, wrists, arms, thighs, ankles together, gag me and started beating my body with a bondage strap. She flailed me until I fell off the bed and onto the floor. She pounced on me and said she wanted to make all these uppity white bitches cry and suffer for all they’d done to her and her family. (She bitched about what happened but I swear she said it so fast I couldn’t understand it.) I could not follow her line of reasoning either.

She heard from a friend about what was up this weekend and though she couldn’t afford to rent a big fancy limousine, she had enough cash to beat my ass for a couple of hours. Now I knew this “friend” could only be Lorraine, Talia, MW or Verna and my money was on Lorraine.
Nonetheless, Shaniqua kept beating me, commenting on the whip marks from last night that already graced my body. She took the ball gag out and before I could yell, she mashed her hips over my face and smothered me with her cunt. I ate her through two distinct orgasms and she seemed to mellow out. I began to wonder if she might be high on drugs. But for whatever reason, she calmed down momentarily. Still tied I told her I’m up for about anything but she has to be somewhat rational. She spit in my face and said she knew what I’d done from her friends and if there’s money involved, black women could fuck me to hell and back. She beat me some more and I just took it until she untied my ankles and legs and pounced on me with a gel dildo She sneered pure evil at me while she fucked me periodically she’d remove it and let me suck it then plunge it back into me. She, too, pissed on me and then howled. She laughed and let me know if she had anything to do with it, our paths would cross again.

After she left, I was totally spent. Katrina decided we’d had enough. I showered, dressed in real clothes and we carried our belongings to the car, went to her place and relaxed.