Nov 03, 2011: At Fran's

We did this session at Fran's. Knowing she was involved, I knew my attire was extremely important and wore a tasteful long skirt and coordinating top over a matching panty and bra set, seamed hose, garter belt and heels.

Within 10 minutes of arriving I removed the skirt and blouse and as I’ve done sometimes in the past for Fran, I paraded around and served drinks. There was some light chatter about mundane things but all that stopped when Frayne said she’d like to hear more details about what I’ve been up to lately. I suspected she well knew but I tried to recall my activities since August when I last saw her. But she wanted to fast forward to the last 3-4 weeks with Karen. Katrina also reminded me she and Joan hadn’t seen me since the Karen gangbang. The three of them began incessantly questioning me and digging deeper into my experiences with Karen, particularly having me relate my feelings about being a fuck toy for teen girls.

Even with Katrina who’s know me since April of 2008 and Frayne and Joan who’ve known me for over two years and have seen me in some very compromising situations, I felt nervous and embarrassed. The words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Frayne kept prompting me, saying she wanted to hear what its like for me to be surrounded by a group of black girls young enough to be in the daughter category and all she wanted were the first few moments in that house, did I understand, I nodded. She told me to kneel.

I felt my face getting red. Silently, I recalled things. I closed my eyes and told her … it was their faces, the look on their faces, the “I don’t give a damn about you” looks they gave me and their mouthy, haughty yelling, the snippy remarks, their jive talk, the pushing and shoving, jockeying for position, and the rush of everyone trying to establish position over me. I said the way Karen led me into the house collared, leashed and cuffed made me feel like some trashy cunt she found on the street corner. I felt helpless, trapped and doubted myself. Even being fully clothed at that moment, I still felt totally exposed. I wanted to crawl through the cracks in the floor to escape, yet at the same time I felt my cunt throbbing.

Fra showed some understanding, gave me a moment to collect myself then told me to continue. I said the defining moment was when I watched Karen collect money from the girls. I felt pimped, changed from her personal slut to her whore. I remember how sick I felt that, even through I’d whored in the past, it’d been to mature women but now teen girls saw me in the same light. That is bad. I thought, my gawd, they paid to do this; they’ll do anything now. I was completely unprepared for that token expression of my status, how degrading I felt, as if they’d gone to the county fair and were buying stuffed teddy bears. I told her when they started yanking my clothes off I felt like a tray of food placed in front of hungry kids. I thought I’ll never survive this. When I sucked the first cunt in front of all the others, how cheap I felt.

I told her about the myriad of text messages that came before and after that Friday; waking up in the morning and reading their insults; how overwhelmed I felt with guilt and shame. I told her about the phone calls from numbers I didn’t recognize, answering the phone and hearing “fuck you honky bitch” then hanging up. I told her about the spike of activity on the blog, those readers who were focusing on the recent sessions with Karen and our suspicions that many of them were Karen’s friends.

When I got through, my face was red; my throat dry as sand but my pulse was racing. Katrina stoically said there’s no doubt at this point I’d keep doing what the girls dreamed up. Fran asked the mystical question about where this would eventually lead and did I think it would ever stop. I admitted I had no clue.

There was an interlude in the conversation. Katrina had me remove the bra and panties and my high heels, leaving me in just the garter belt and hose. They had me sit with my back against the wall, my legs wide, then bring the soles of my feet together and slide my heels inches away from my cunt and made me bend my upper body over as far as I could until I was looking straight into my pussy, my face maybe 6 inches away and staring straight at it. Katrina told me to take a close look at what I’d been giving away. They started making disparaging comments about my pussy saying that it was the property of a gang of black teenage girls. Worse yet, they had me talking to my pussy until I was thoroughly belittled and humiliated. After admitting to them that what I was staring at was becoming Karen’s property, they let me release and sit up straight.

Fran said it’d been quite some time since I’d served at one of her luncheon parties and her friends would love to resume that activity and hear about my activity. Her other comment was that MW would have a field day with me knowing all this.

Katrina summoned me and had me roll over to my right side. She lubed a red butt plug and worked it into my ass then had me stand with legs apart. She tied a rope around my waist then threaded it down each side of my labia so my lips were trapped and poking out between the ropes and cinched the ropes tightly against the base of the plug and tied them off at the waist rope in back.

I served all of them drinks; then Katrina bent me over the back of a chair in the living room with my body draped over the chair, hands holding onto the arms of the chair and my legs spread. She took a short whip and beat my ass then Joan and Fran followed, most of the strokes aimed at the base of the plug and my ass cheeks, upper thighs and a few applied to my cunt. The buildup between the three of them was slow but methodical until my ass was stinging. None of it was severe, just a thorough ass whipping to get me right on edge. They kept prodding me to tell them how much I needed to whipping and that I wanted to suck them. After the humiliating talk about Karen and friends and the ass whipping and plug, I was totally ravenous for sex.

We moved to Fran's downstairs bedroom. They undressed; I knelt and they stood around me. I went from one cunt to another kissing and licking until Katrina suggested I show Fran some appreciation. She sat on the bed and I went after her cunt like a mad woman while Katrina and Joan continued to beat my ass. I sucked Fran's nipples and rubbed her clit, then went back to her cunt with my mouth for her orgasm. I transitioned to Joan who was leaning against the foot board of the bed with her legs apart. She dirty talked me like hell while I ate her pussy. From there, Katrina had me lie in the floor with my legs apart. She face sat me and literally smothered me while I sucked her off. Joan used the whip to lightly smack my cunt. I desperately wanted to cumm but was told not to.

I crawled back to Fran; she offered her ass and I sucked it, still getting tons of dirty talk and a few hits from the short whip all over my body. Then I moved to Joan's ass, sucked it and went to Katrina’s.

Katrina had me beg for a cumm. She said they’d fuck me but it would be on their terms, not mine. I didn’t care because at that moment I’d do anything for a cumm. I got on all fours in the bedroom floor. She came behind me and untied the cunt rope and removed the plug. She entered my cunt and I came in about 60 seconds but she kept going until I had another one. She moved away and Joan took the strappy and eased into my asshole. She teased me then fucked me. By then my arms were about to give out so Frayne dragged the padded dressing bench over and I reclined across that. Frayne got her strappy and they used that on my cunt and used Katrina’s for my ass, taking turns with both holes and also had me suck both of the dildos. They went back to my cunt and brought me off for two more orgasms until I was spent. Even then they kept pounding my cunt. The only time it got a rest was when the other dildo was in my ass. She kept pounding me until I promised. She buzzed my clit for a fifth orgasm. By then I felt like a rag draped over the bench.

We got up and peed. I ate them again as a show of appreciation. While they dressed and made dinner plans, I changed the sheets on Frayne's bed and then cleaned myself up. I dressed, thanked them again. Katrina reminded me what I’d promised and what she expected of me. I told her I’d find a way to make it happen. I left around 8:30.