Dec 08-09, 2012: Overnight at Cristals

Let me say, this “sneak over-sleepover” was different from the one nearly two years ago at Molly’s. There, I was confined behind her bedroom door, naked in her closet most of the time, and treated with her haughty version of “I’m in charge; you’re my slut.” At Cristal’s, though my submissiveness was evident and they used me, things were more playful, at least initially. It’s fair to say I was a novelty, laughable in some ways, one of the girls at other times, and sometimes as much of a den mother as I was a slut.

 

The genesis of this idea originated this past August when Cristal and I spent a day together at Molly's while we experimented and played. It surfaced again on Thursday and by Friday, Molly told me it was set in stone and I’d do it.

 

With not much more than the clothes on my back, my toy bag and a toothbrush, Molly drove me over to Cristal’s house around 8:00 Saturday evening while her parents were out to dinner. She dropped me off and left. Cristal was ecstatic.

 

Within an hour, Megan, Amy, and Cara joined us. Amy’s little sister, Amber, 14, came with her, a supervision issue, until their mom picked her up, supposedly around 9:30.  Apparently, Amber isn’t quite trustworthy to supervise herself yet, or so her mom thinks. Nonetheless, sleeping bags and an extra single bed mattress turned Cristal’s bedroom into a wall-to-wall play zone.

 

Amber wanted to participate but Amy thought she’s too young. It’s funny b/c Amy was 15 when she first had me. Though I hate to say it, I’ve seen more than one situation where the youngest tried to act as tough as the older girls present. If you recall, that’s how Cristal was when I met her. Amber did have a somewhat inhibiting effectual on what Cristal planned. There wasn’t any physical contact between us but she watched what the others were doing.

 

For the first couple of hours we sat around in pajamas. I had on a pair of Cristal’s that was so tight on me I couldn’t button the top and the panties wedged in my cunt. I did their hair, they did mine in twin ponytails, and I gave them pedicures, too.

 

They talked about boys they dated or wanted to date, school, teachers, their moms and such. At one point, they talked about kissing and kissing girls different from kissing boys. My two cents worth was that a girl kiss should be lingering, slower and softer. You know where this was headed; I demonstrated kissing to each of them, including Amber. Also, they were kissing each other, which I found erotic because frequently, the contact wasn’t just lips to lips.

 

Somehow, the kissing experiment led to Megan retelling the story of meeting me 3 years ago for the first time when I was at Linda’s. She reiterated she was 13 at the time, not 14. All the girls began telling stories about me, their first impressions and so on. I tried to steer the conversation away from the more explicit topics but the more I tried, the more Megan and Cristal forced it back to them using me. I felt this warm blush on my face. They started retelling the pet-sitter episode from this past summer at Molly's. I protested and said, okay, enough! I was embarrassed off the charts. We were all laughing and Megan said if I didn’t like the way they told it, then I could tell it. I refused so I sheepishly listened to their version and it’s twice as bad as it actually was. Amber certainly got an earful and asked her own questions which I wouldn’t answer.   

 

In the midst of this madness, around 10:45, Amber’s mom arrived to get her. That pissed her off to no end and she threatened to tell that I was up here. Threats work wonders on me and I found myself promising, in a non-specific way, that I’d find some way to get to know her later. She wasn’t 100% convinced but I assured her there is plenty of time in her life to experience a multitude of things in which she’s interested. (Molly laughed her ass off when she found out about this.)

 

After Amber left, things became more direct.

 

They continued on the pet sitter story and were laughing their butts off when we heard Cristal’s dad outside her bedroom door asking if we needed anything. (I wonder how much of this story he heard.) This was his second visit to her door, by the way. Cristal was pissed and went downstairs and talked to her mom. That put an end to these impromptu “checking up on you to be sure everything’s okay” visits. (He’s strange.)

 

Even after this second interruption, the pet sitter story wouldn’t quit.  To them it’s now an urban legend. And I’m right up there with the trashy Kardashians. I have the distinct feeling that a few more than just the four of them know about it, and not just because it’s on the blog.

 

After we were sure her parents were asleep, their bedroom is downstairs, Cristal dressed us in some of her lingerie then went into Kristen’s bedroom (still at college and not home on Christmas break yet) and took some of hers. We had this lingerie party and strutted around.

 

During this constantly changing clothes routine, I was naked several times which showed my butt, still bruised and marked from the spankings 2 nights ago with Cristal’s girlfriends. That got Cristal flowing and thinking.

 

If you remember, back in August, Cristal and I had a mentoring session at Molly’s. We spent a whole day experimenting with toys, spanking and tying. She bragged about this and I found myself mentoring the girls during the night, particularly Megan, who is more inquisitive than either Cara or Amy and seems to enjoy the role of bossing me around. At one point Cristal had me on the bed, face and knees tucked up under me so my ass was sticking straight up. She pulled my hands around behind my knees and cuffed my wrists together. She and the others started spanking me with their hands and added to the previous bruises and tenderness. They played curiosity games, touching my labium, opening my lips, rimming my ass with their fingernails and then comparing their anatomy to mine. I felt like a science project. They played with my cunt and asshole, mostly using fingers in each and mocking me. I went into lala land and told them I loved this.

 

They got more curious. They examined the toys in my bag and asked which ones I liked. They experimenting with the rabbit, and the dildo, they went straight to the wand. When they touched it to my cunt, I screamed into the sheets. They laughed and kept touching me different places. They asked why, they’d use one and I’d react and tell them what I felt. Them they’d use it on themselves and each other.

 

I told them all of this had me on edge and I’d cumm in a heartbeat. They asked if wanted to cumm; my answer was a resounding “yes”. They’d keep playing with me and teasing me. Megan and Cristal licked me and I melted into spasms, cumming and moaning and then doing it again. Megan licked me again and said I tasted good. Finally, I ebbed and recovered. Cristal removed the cuffs and I held all four of them against my body.

 

But when I shifted positions and laid on my back, she moved over my face and pressed her pussy against my mouth. I savored every second until her butt was over my face and the front of her body facing my tummy. She wiggled her hole over my mouth. She sat straight up which put more pressure on my face, I inhaled heavily, licked and ate her while she rocked back and forth. She’d slid her butt back and let me have licks at her pussy.

 

While I ate her, the other girls had my legs wide. They commented on my swollen lips and gooey vagina. One of them had a dildo in my cunt; it felt wonderful. I licked Megan and muttered that I was hers forever. She flooded me and shifted her hole back over my face so I could lick her rose. I kept probing until she came again.

 

Megan rolled forward and lay across me so we were in a 69 with her on top. She took control of the dildo in my cunt and also licked me and nibbled my clit. I grabbed her hips to bring her cunt just above my face. I used a dildo and fucked her off a third time. I also came twice more; I was on a roll and did Amy in much the same manner. Megan lay next to me and had Cristal over her in a 69 at the same time.

 

Sometime around 2:00 in the morning, we wound down and crashed.

 

Getting me out Sunday morning was complicated.  Her parents wanted to take all the girls to breakfast and to a movie at the mall. They all went except Megan pretended to leave and go home. Cristal gave her a key to get back in to the garage. She picked me up and dropped me at Molly's around noon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dec 06, 2012: Molly's Friends Again.

Thursday, December 6.

This nonsense began this morning when Jody suggested seeing Cristal. Molly quickly bought into the idea. When she got home around 2:30 from classes and a study session, she chided me about being naked all day and had me kneel at the top of the stairs, positioned so I was facing the top step. She collared me, attached my leash and draped the end of the leash over the top two stairs then confirmed Cristal would be over as soon as school was out. I was to wait in this position for her.

Cristal and three of her friends came. Two of them, Amy and Megan, have used me before. However, this was the first time I’d met the other girl, Lanna, who looked at me in total disbelief. I’ve seen that look on a dozen different faces and it never ceases to be embarrassing for me.

I’ll interject a word about Lanna. She’s a tall, slender framed girl, probably 5’10”, 5’11”, reddish blonde close-cropped hair. Initially she was quiet, almost skeptical, and didn’t say much but she studied me as if she was memorizing facts for a quiz. It took her a little while to relax and assess the situation. When she spoke, her voice was raspier as opposed to the girlish chirpy voices of the other three. Something about her said “budding dyke if there ever was one.” I would later find out she was prone to wild outlandish ideas.

 

After this embarrassing greeting and introduction to Lanna, Cristal led me toward my bedroom. With me on hands and knees and crawling behind her, she of course had to bring Lanna up to speed on pet sitting me this past summer. As if Lanna  couldn’t draw a mental picture of this for herself, Cristal had to make it worse by telling me to do stupid pet tricks; lying down, rolling over, begging, barking and that nonsense. Molly oversaw this activity so there was no wiggle room or escape. By the time we’d reached my bedroom, any doubt about how these girls controlled me was long gone. I was red faced, Cristal was ecstatic, the girls were in stitches, and Molly had that smug look on her face.   

Cristal ordered me onto the bed. Still in her school uniform skirt, she jumped over me, straddled my face, and slid her panties aside. I said something about loving her. She impatiently shouted back at me to “shut up and eat this,” then pushed her pussy against my mouth. The other three stood around acting like cheerleaders, encouraging her on and mocking me in the process. Molly stayed in my room and acted as tour guide and proud owner.

Over the course of the next hour or so, Amy and then Megan took their turns with me. Though Cristal wanted Lanna to follow her, she preferred to go last and remained quiet until she mounted me. I found her smoothness and thin outer lips interesting and her scent and taste like ripe soft cheese, I don’t know why but I made that comparison. She took her time but when she came it seemed like her long body reached up to the ceiling, or at least so from my submissive point of view. She asked if I liked her, not her but her cunt and I told her I loved it. She backed away and sat cross-legged beside me, again studying me as if I was some science experiment.

With Cristal, Amy and Megan, things became a free-for-all of them, now mostly undressed, hovering over me, taunting me, ordering me to make them feel good.

I had not seen Megan since the summer and sometime in that 4 months she really blossomed out in the boob department. She’s what I call the “three B’s”; boobs, baby fat and braces. She’s also developing the 4^th “B” which is “bitchy.” Coupled with her reddish hair and freckles, she’s turning into a knockout. One thing I have pieced together about her, when I met her in December of 2009, she said she was 14. It’s now 3 years later and I know she’s 16 …  so 3 years ago? She was 13 and potentially the youngest I’ve been with.

Somewhere in this melee of playful wrestling around on the bed, being pulled in three different directions and fingering me, one of them slapped my ass … hard. I thought nothing of it. I was in paradise and enjoying every moment of their attention. Cristal slapped my ass harder, I moaned. I remember Molly encouraging this; they did it again. Then it became all of them rolling me over on my tummy, shoving pillows under my hips and swatting my ass with their hands. Again, I remember Molly telling them they were a bunch of chicken shits if they didn’t beat my ass until it was red. They were yelling out “let’s spank Auntie Eve!” Cristal took on a bossy attitude and did this pouty little “you’re a bad girl, Aunty Eve, and you need a spanking.” I played along and told her I was a very naughty girl. Molly told Cristal to pull me over her lap. She did and spanked me harder, not only her but Megan and Amy as well. Admittedly, I was grooving on this. Cristal told me I should be ashamed of myself, that my cunt was getting wet, that spanking must turn me on. I told them yes. One of them worked fingers in my cunt while another kept spanking me.

They pulled me from Cristal’s lap to Megan’s. Now newfound bitchy little attitude of hers took on a new meaning. She spanked the daylights out of me and didn’t miss a beat about my cunt being sopping wet. Molly whispered something in her ear and Megan started rubbing me. She kept on and brought me right to the brink of an orgasm. When I told her I was about to cumm, she stopped. I started squirming against her lap and she told me “no”. I told her I wanted to cumm again and she said no. Molly added that since Megan was in control of my pussy, I’d better do as she said. I ended up having to tell Megan she owned my pussy, definitely a first for me. I felt this unseen, unspoken transfer of power or control as if I’d just ceded a part of me to her. My cunt was dying for her touch, though.

Instead, their games turned to spanking. One of them spread my ass cheeks and another spanked my hole. They taunted me incessantly during the spankings and their pouty insults became more intimidating. They initially used their hands but Molly suggested other things within easy access like some of my belts, a pair of shoes and finally my hairbrush. Cristal and Megan almost argued over who got the hairbrush but all beat my ass cheeks to a sweltering heat.

Then Molly brought out the serious stuff; the crop and a thin leather paddle. Things became wicked. Lanna, who watched initially, now became a part of this. She didn’t hold back. She beat my ass while both Cristal and Megan fingered me. This time I got to cumm. Within minutes, I’d cumm twice and my butt was stinging and hot to the touch. They marched me to the bathroom mirror; I turned and looked, gasped at the redness while they giggled at me.

Sheryl got home around 6:30, found out what was happening and took a dim view of it. She had a side conversation with Molly about exposure, but Molly prevailed. She fixed herself a drink and a sandwich then later went out. 

That left us alone again in Molly’s room. Since my ass was beet red, I knelt and played with their pussies, kissed asses and began fingering and licking them again. I struck a groove with Amy, worked her ass and pussy in combination and really brought her off. After each of them came, we let things mellow out. This is when the talk about a Cristal sleepover started and me taking them out to dinner Friday night. However, none of that conversation stuck. Somehow, it turned back to fucking me. We paraded downstairs, got more drinks from the kitchen and went down to the lower level. The girls threw me over a wicker stool for more spanking but quickly turned into them fucking me.

 

Later in the evening, Lanna, who said she wanted to see me do something different like walk naked down the street in front of Molly's house. Molly stopped it and told her there were other places for this but not in her neighborhood. Lanna kept insisting she wanted to see me do something foolish (as if what I’d been doing for the last 6 hours wasn’t foolish?). Cristal suggested going to Stephanie’s lake cottage but Molly, after considerable conversation, vetoed that as a good idea but bad timing. Lanna, though, would not hush. She was determined that she wanted to see me naked outside doing something risky. Molly finally agreed I’d run around the pool naked then run out onto the golf course that’s behind her back yard. So in mid-30’s weather about 10:30 that night, I ran.

 

That concluded things for the night. They left by 11:00 except for Cristal who pressed the envelope with her parents and slept over. All of us slept together in Molly's bed. I was exhausted but managed to kiss both of them before I crashed.

 

 

Nov 25, 2012: Sheryl on Sunday (with Katrina)

 

 

Sunday afternoon, around 3:30, Molly announced that we were going out to see someone. Sheryl initially was less than interested and expressed her preference to stay home and nap. Molly was insistent and told her mom to get dressed.

 

Molly selected what she wanted Sheryl to wear; an animal print garter belt, bra and thong panties, dark hose and high heeled boots, a warm taffy colored fitted sweater and pleated black wool mini. She looked stunning and somewhere between sophisticated bank exec and an expensive escort at a cocktail party.

 

For me, she tossed me black mesh pantyhose with a wide cutout through the crotch that left my cunt and asshole blatantly exposed. She added a mesh top that had cutouts around my tits, black high-heeled pumps and my collar and leash. For warmth against the mid 40’s day, she allowed me a ¾-length heavy sweater coat.

 

Then Molly dropped the bomb that we were going to meet Katrina and it would be Sheryl’s first chance to actually see me dominated by a black mistress. 

 

Molly grabbed a knit shoulder bag that she said contained “essential items” and we headed for the garage.

 

I drove Sheryl’s car, she sat in front with me; Molly, in denim leggings, brown boots, tight sweater and tunic, hair in a ponytail, sat in the back as if she was being chauffeured and bantered the whole time about what fun this would be for her mom to finally see me taken by my black owner. Sheryl was all worked up about this and made a few laughing comment about me. Yet in the pit of my stomach, I had a nagging feeling there’s more to this little Sunday visit than meets the eye.

 

Katrina was dynamite personified in a black leather micro mini, hose, white blouse and leather vest. She greeted Sheryl warmly and cordially as if they were two women at a social gathering. For Molly she had a warm embrace and a kiss with a decidedly familiar tone to it yet nothing overtly spoken. For me it was a hug then a snap of her fingers, me kneeling, kissing the tops of her boots and expressing my gratitude for her presence. Then she brought in Joan; collared, eyes lowered, head slightly bowed, wearing a gorgeous silk cream colored blouse, gold panties, beige thigh highs and skyscraper heels; yes, no skirt.  

 

The five of us did quiet chat until Katrina told me I knew where things were in her house. I caught the meaning and got up to go to the kitchen but Molly stopped me and said I needed to lose the sweater. When I did, Katrina cackled and said I might as well have come naked. I went to the kitchen, opened wine and served. This little subtle tableau clearly positioned me beneath Joan though at the moment I didn’t know if Sheryl caught that or not.

 

For a few minutes, we sat and talked. Joan stood beside Katrina’s chair, legs slightly apart. I knelt on the floor beside Molly's chair with the end of my leash looped around her left wrist. After I poured more wine for all, Katrina really focused on Sheryl as if she were gaining her confidence or lulling her into a false sense of equality. I’ve known her long enough to catch this trait and I knew there was something else going on, though, at the moment, I couldn’t tell what.

 

Katrina shifted the topic of conversation from banal issues to me. Addressing Sheryl specifically, she talked about how I’ve learned my place in life. She asked Molly to let her have the leash and Molly graciously complied. I crawled behind Molly over to Katrina. Then she started slowly picking apart the ridiculously slutty clothes I had on, saying things to Sheryl such as … did she ever think she’d see a grown woman act like and dress like such a slut. She added lots of platitudes about how rewarding it has to be to have a full time 24/7 slave around the house. Sheryl was basking in this.

 

Katrina told me to remove the slut pantyhose and top and had me stand naked in just the collar and leash and pumps. She quickly drew a sharp contrast between my nakedness and the rest of them, even Joan, being clothed. From there she launched into a discussion with Molly and Sheryl about how much they allowed me clothes around the house and concluded she thought they needed to tighten it up a bit. Then she reminded them of the few times I’ve served naked or nearly naked for social functions hosted by Frayne or small groups of women and mw’s all-out slut weekends where I’d served as many as a dozen women. She added that I absolutely love to be naked in front of fully clothed women, the more, the better, and mentioned her own inauguration party in 2009 when I served in a maids outfit for about 20 women. Another one would be coming in about two months with probably twice as many women and she doubted I’d have any clothes at all.  By the time she finished with this, I was dripping and confessed that being naked in front of fully clothed women got to me in a very special way.

 

Sheryl reveled in this and by my count, was well into her third glass of wine. Katrina suggested we get serious and move downstairs to her playroom. With Katrina in control of my leash, we moved down to her small playroom. Once inside, Katrina almost apologized that her space was somewhat limited by the dimensions of her townhouse.  To Sheryl, though, it was eye-popping and Molly broke into a routine of what they could do with the lower level space they have.

 

Katrina asked Sheryl if she was ready to see me sat my best or worst, depending on the point of view. I got on hands and knees and kissed her feet and toes, and licked my way up her legs to the tops of her hose. Before I went to her pussy, she had me thanking her for all her many kindnesses and reaffirming that I was a slut to all black women. However, all she allowed me was a few licks against her panties and a lot of sniffs of her pussy and ass. From there she directed me to a small table. I got on the table on all fours, knees slightly apart, in what she calls the “show bitch” position, the comparison of a bitch being inspected by judges at a dog show. She began fondling me, probing my holes with fingers, raking her nails over my back and thighs. Then she invited Molly over to do the same.

 

This progressed to both of them selecting dildos and crops and taking my torment to the next level with more serious penetration and some well-aimed slaps at my butt, thighs, cunt and tits. I could see Sheryl and knew she was squirming.  

 

After I was fucked, Katrina raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside and let me lick her some more. She fingered my ass, had me suck the finger, and then she took a red ball gag, rubbed it around on her pussy and gagged me. She tied my hands behind me, looped a thick rope around my upper body beneath my arm pits and above my tits, knotted it in back and tied the other end over a hook in the ceiling. I was more or less close to one corner of her playroom but facing the center of the room.

 

Joan sat on top of the padded bench. Katrina went over and sat by her. Molly was standing close to me, Sheryl was sitting in a folding chair off to one side. The way things were arranged, Katrina, Joan and Molly were more or less on one side of the room and Sheryl was toward the center and a few feet away from all of us. Whether that was by design or just happened, I don’t know. Katrina asked her how she enjoyed seeing me used by her and Molly. She also said it wouldn’t be too extreme to leave me tied as I was all night and have some new girls come in. Sheryl basically said I was a slut and got what I deserved.

 

Katrina’s questions became more direct. The tone of how she addressed Sheryl changed from talking to her as if she were an equal to talking to her in short blunt sentences as if Sheryl was an underling. She said it must have been a very interesting roller coaster ride since last fall when she discovered that her daughter had been fucking me; how does a mother feel when she discovers that her daughter projects such overt behavior. Sheryl fumbled with answers.

 

Then Katrina asked when was it that she admitted to herself that she envied me for being shameless enough to submit to Molly. Sheryls said she had no such envy but Katrina laughed.

 

Then she said to Sheryl that as she understood it, the family dynamic right now is Molly assumes more control of the household on an almost weekly basis, I’m clearly the slut/sub/slave; Sheryl floats somewhere in the middle, generally assuming control of me but always at Molly’s beck and call as well as Julie’s and Marianne’s, too.

 

Sheryl was absolutely shocked that Katrina knew this and I could see her struggling for control much as she did in Paris the first night we were there… wanting to believe she was in control but deep down knowing she wasn’t. Instead of looking at Katrina, Joan or Molly directly, I noticed she was staring at the floor and fumbling with her skirt.

 

Katrina’s questions became more uncomfortable. She asked if Sheryl enjoyed submitting to her daughter. Sheryl couldn’t get an answer out and hung her head.

 

I saw Katrina and Molly exchange glances. Molly told her mom to answer the question. She didn’t say anything; Molly asked again in a more snippy way. Sheryl finally said it’s very special, it’s personal and it’s something she didn’t want to discuss right now. Molly didn’t miss a beat and told her mom she decides what’s appropriate for discussion, did she understand? Sheryl dropped her head like a little girl. Molly told her to answer Katrina’s question.  

 

Sheryl was totally embarrassed. Finally she said “yes” but did not elaborate. I will say that since the carefree, fuck-filled giddy days in Paris, Sheryl has never admitted her position with her daughter to anyone locally other than Julie. So in essence, coming out in front of Katrina and Joan was a major milestone. Molly reached into the bag of essential items she brought and pulled out her mom’s collar and leash. By the time Molly walked over to her mom and cinched the collar around her neck, she was in tears; not sobbing but soft whimpering and wiping her eyes.

 

Katrina told her she knew what was going on and there was no sense denying it or pretending it didn’t happen, that she and Molly talked candidly and even had sex. I did an OMG into the gag.

 

Molly by this time was fortified with her mom’s soft humiliation. She tugged the leash and led her mom 4-5 steps to Katrina and Joan. Sheryl’s body language was a dead giveaway… head down and shoulders rounded forward. Katrina told her to stand up and act like she was proud of herself for being a slut mom, gave her a few instructions and had her standing straight, legs apart.  Then she told Molly she’d like to see more of her mom.

 

Molly told Sheryl to undress. Sheryl seethed at Molly and hesitated. Katrina was patient, Molly was demanding. She did her snippy little brat routine and rattled off the names of 10-11 girls since June 1^st  that her mom had been naked with and fucked and getting naked in front of 2 more couldn’t be that big a deal. Sheryl brushed aside tears and shame and began. Katrina told her she better put some to love in it. She never quite achieved enthusiasm but got down to garter belt, hose and heels. Molly had her play with her tits, spread and show her pussy and ass.

 

Katrina and Molly spoke privately for a moment then Molly took her mother’s leash and led her to the same small table I’d been on an hour or so earlier. Molly ordered her mom to hands and knees, knees wide apart and ass stuck back. She blindfolded her and began rubbing her cunt. From where I was, I could see Sheryl was totally soaked, glistening and making squishy sounds when Molly fingered her and made lewd references to Sheryl’s cunt. She took toys off Katrina’s wall and smacked her mom’s butt until she was winching and moaning. Then she teased her cunt with a dildo and a ton of verbal brought Sheryl over the top and admitting she was a slut and wanting to be fucked.

 

Katrina jumped back in, called Sheryl a cunt and made it clear she’d be the one doing the fucking.  Katrina raised her leather mini, pulled her panties aside and let Sheryl get a taste. Then she had Joan fit the strappy around her. She went through this little scene with Sheryl that she’d be the first black woman to fuck her white bitch cunt and she expected to hear a few “thank you, Ms Katrina’s” said in appreciation. Sheryl was shaking so hard I worried she’d fall off the table. They decided to remove the blindfold so she could see what was about to happen.

 

Katrina fucked Sheryl’s mouth, paused and listened for the “thank you’s”, fucked her some more then moved to her cunt. She adjusted her position to get her hips lower, legs almost straddling the small table and her ass suck back. She eased into Sheryl’s cunt (yes, dripping) and fucked her. I’d term it a fuck of consideration and some compassion at first but it moved to a wild, obscenity-laden banging. Sheryl was a constant series of moans and blurting out her thank you’s and yes ma'am’s and admissions she was her daughter s slut mom. When prompted, she screamed out she was now Katrina’s toy, too.

 

Katrina let her cumm, then had her get back on the table on her side and pulled her butt right to the edge. She lubed her and slid into her asshole. Sheryl started sliding all over the table, yelling and crying again and Katrina kept pulling her back to the edge and also slapping her ass, face and side of her left tit. Finally she screamed out that she was a whore and an ass fuck whore for black women. Katrina yelled back at her … and who else… and kept fucking her ass. Finally Sheryl screamed out … my daughter and her friends.

 

Molly had been standing next to the table, arms crossed, staring down at her mom with this sinister smile of satisfaction on her face. During this ordeal, Joan remained perched like a princess on the padded bench and I was drooling my head off and pulsing my cunt.

 

Katrina withdrew, had Joan hand her a butt plug and slipped that into Sheryl’s distended hole. Then she unbuckled the strappy and told Sheryl to come eat her. Sheryl, now not much more than rubble, face stained with tears and dribble, scrambled down to her knees. Katrina pulled her hair back, slapped her face and guided it to her cunt. Sheryl knew what to do and sucked Katrina off, licked her clean then obediently moved around to her ass and licked her rose and finally sucked it. To me it was priceless.

 

Katrina told her to suck everybody else off, too. Sheryl was simply a series of yes Ma’am’s. she went to Molly who was absolutely gloating about what a whore her mom was now. She squirted all over her face and sent her to Joan. Joan stood and let “the new white bitch” remove her panties and suck her cunt. Joan’s panties were so soaked it was unreal. Once again, Sheryl got a face full of wet pussy and finished off with worshipping Joan’s ass while Molly beat her moms ass with a crop. Sheryl then crawled over to me and ate me off which took all of about 30 seconds.

 

Molly untied me and had me join Sheryl on the floor on all fours. She lubed me and plugged my ass. Joan and Katrina both were side by side leaning across the table and Molly led her mom to Katrina’s ass and me to Joan’s. We both paid our respects to them while Molly called us a bunch of bitches.

 

There wasn’t a lot past this point other than Katrina, Joan and Molly thinking of ways to use us together. Katrina was firm on one thing that’s been mentioned several times … about Whitney, Tonya and Karen making a visit and there is no reason why that shouldn’t happen now, particularly during the semester break when Whitney will be home for about 3 weeks. Katrina also suggested that it’d be appropriate for her to invite Joan out for lunch once in a while since Joan is sometimes downtown during the day when she’s not traveling.

 

Things concluded with Sheryl and me going upstairs and out on Katrina’s patio to pee. Obviously by that time, around 730pm, the evening was totally dark and quite nippy, somewhere in the upper 30’s. We cleaned up the toys and the playroom before we left.

 

My apologies for not getting this out sooner. Kisses, e

 

 

Oct 30, 2012: Karens Friend, Monica

Karen called me this morning to inform me she had a woman lined up for me to fuck and the woman would pay her $100. I was like, “huh?” I protested and said she can’t do this without some kind of prior coordination, at least from Molly or someone. Karen said she’s an owner and she has every right to do it, etc. I texted Molly; she was blunt and said it’s no big deal, go fuck.

Karen gave me a phone number and told me to confirm and get my ass busy. All I had to do was fuck for a couple of hours, she and the woman had a deal about the money.

I called this woman, Monica. She was expecting my call, bad mouthed me a little bit and told me where she lived.

I showered, dressed and all that, grabbed my bag and left. I got to her place around 12:30, a modest house in a typical subdivision built about 30-40 years ago. Shes not too far from Karen.

Monica is about mid 30ish, my height, slightly chunky, straightened hair, and as I’d find out quickly, pendulous boobs, thick waist, a hairy bush and sumptuous hips and thighs.  She asked if I wanted a drink but before I could answer, shoved a beer in my hand. she asked what my relationship was to Karen; I stumbled through that one and finally admitted I’m her slut.

I asked how she knew Karen. She did not elaborate other than to say they had a business deal. She asked what was in my bag; I told her. She rummaged through the toy bag and laughed then asked me if I was going to undress or would she have to rip my clothes off.

I asked if she wanted me to undress here or back in the bedroom. She said take them off here (kitchen) so I started undressing. She watched. I paused at bra panties hose and heels but she said “everything, bitch”. I stripped totally naked while she badmouthed me until hell wouldn’t have it and I felt about 2 inches tall.

By then she’d found things in my bag, she used handcuffs and locked my hands together behind me then forced my red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it behind my head. She slapped my cheeks me and told me this was fun.

She finished the beer and idly stared at me. Even though she's a big framed woman, she excited me. She had on tight jeans, a low cut red sweater and black flats. Looking at her and comparing her to my nude body heightened my submissiveness. I felt like a prisoner inside her home; naked, bound, gagged and drooling. She went to the refrigerator and got another beer. I was scared; not exactly afraid of her, just shaking from her having this much control so quickly.

She told me my pussy was wet. I cringed; I knew it and nodded back at her. In the process, I drooled all over myself. She cursed me and twisted my nipples, bit them then slid fingers into my cunt. She fingered me roughly and said I was an easy piece of shit, white trash and a fool. She figured out quickly that verbal got all over me and dished out insult after insult. Listening to her degrade me put me into one of those strange funks. Her fingers were still in my cunt and she began pumping them in and out of me more rapidly until I was groaning and leaning back against the kitchen counter for support. She’d finger me hard then stop, pull my nipples then start again. I knew she was toying with me, testing me. it didn’t take long until I was right at the verge of an orgasm. She could tell. She started dirty talking me again about being a whore; that she’d paid money for me and I was going to suck her snatch and lick her ass. I lost it and came.

She told me I had no self-control or self-respect.  She pushed me towards the short hallway and into her bedroom. She undressed then removed my gag. Gobs of my saliva rolled onto my breasts. She grabbed my hair and forced my face into her cunt. I started eating her. I lingered over her cunt, tonguing her pussy, munching her lips, flicking her clit. She would say things like be a good bitch; get that whore tongue in there, make momma feel good. She pulled me up so I could suck her nipples until she forced my face back to her cunt.

She pushed me down on her bed and pressed her cunt against my face. I licked and nibbled her until she came. She grabbed my hair harder and pulled my face back, told me I was good and she wanted more. I nodded and licked her off again. She pulled my face back; this time she spit in my face and cursed me. She turned around, pouched her ass back and spread her cheeks. I stared straight into her puckered hole. I could smell her musk. Then she lowered and I started ass sucking her while she cooed and moaned.

She got up to piss, came back and told me she had time to fuck me before her kids got home from school. I asked to piss first. she let me; I did so with my hands cuffed. When I came back into her bedroom, she had my strappy around her huge hips.  She pushed me over the end of her dresser, face down and legs apart. She cursed me, called me a dumb ass white bitch and pushed the girl cock into my cunt. She was reasonable for about 10-12 strokes then she just started ramming me. She asked if it hurt, I said it did. She didn’t respond but instead moved me from her dresser to her bed and had me lie on my back with my legs up. She slid back in me and fucked me harder. I could see her face and knew she was really into it. She slapped my tits and fucked me until I was groaning.

She stopped and told me her kids would be home in a couple of minutes. She removed the cuffs, had me kiss her cunt before she dressed. I had to dash back out to the kitchen to get my clothes and I barely made it back to her bedroom before her kids came home.

After I dressed, I had to hang out in her bedroom while she chatted with her kids. When she distracted them, she had me slip out of the bedroom and out the back door. I slinked down the side of her house and to my car parked in the street.

I called Karen to let her know things seemed to go well. She seemed happy but said she needs a few more hundred and not to make too many plans this weekend.

 

Oct 19, 2012: Molly, Whitney and Karen

As soon as Molly got home from classes late Friday morning, she barked a few orders at me, loaded me in the car and we drove south, presumably to see Karen. What I didn't know was that Whitney was home for the weekend. When I saw her car in the driveway, I was totally surprised. We kissed and hugged then went to the living room.

Whitney scolded me about being her little sister’s slut and both she and Molly gave me nonstop verbal about this. They also got me in a twisted mindset and admit that I was turned on by what happened that weekend.  

Whitney was in rare form. She threw some zingers at me, that showing my pussy was expected behavior, my saggy tits best used for fun bags and verbal humiliation that would upset most women deeply turned me on. Also among girls in the black community it’s common knowledge that guilt, embarrassment, humiliation and degradation enhance my arousal, and allow them more freedom over me, the more taboo, the stronger my passion; the more control they can exert, the better.

Molly chimed in on this as well. She threw out how my behavior around Cristal was incorrigible, how I’d been Cristal’s pet, and a party fuck for most of Molly's friends over the summer.

I sat there fully clothed, squirmed and took it. When they’d make comments that I needed to be put in my place, stripped naked, tied and gagged then humiliated, dominated and controlled, I’d admit everything and deny nothing.

Whitney said Karen should be home any minute and wouldn’t it be cute if I was masturbating when she walked in. Without undressing, they told me begin.

I was playing with myself under my clothes when Karen got home. Instead of pausing to greet her, they had me continue frigging and also repeat what we’d talked about. Karen added her own wicked comments about my behavior. They mutually decided I should probably undress while I frigged. So with one hand almost never leaving my cunt and remaining seated in the chair, at their commands I removed my top, my bra, then my skirt but not the panties. They spaced this over probably about 10 minutes. With my legs wide, hips scooted forward and my hand inside my panties, I kept playing with myself until I was at the edge and told them so. 

They denied permission, kept talking among themselves (as if I wasn’t in the room) and concluded another whore weekend would be a great idea. They kicked around several thoughts but decided they’d take me to some halfway decent motel suit for a weekend, nothing too elaborate, take my clothes, and invite girls Karen knows and their friends to stop by and fuck. Time wise, they decided the next weekend Whitney comes home which she plans to do either next weekend or the following weekend. All of them could hang out, monitor the situation and enjoy the experience. It would be a low-level version of what Tisha did a couple of summers ago. Molly also added Stephanie to the mix.

I heard every word of this, had moaned in angst a dozen times. They denied me a cumm until they talked through this and had me tell them “yes, I’d do it” a dozen times. They had me pull the panties aside and gave me permission. With them yelling whore at me, I came and squirted in a blinding flash that left me shaking and limp in the chair.

When my shame and orgasm subsided, we went to Whitney’s room. I undressed them. One by one, I sucked tits, pussy, and licked clits, tongued asses and listened to more iterations of this upcoming weekend.  We moved to a combination of things, me on my back, hips at the edge of the bed and the three of them taking turns fucking me while another straddled my face.  

We finished before Tonja got home. Molly and Whitney are talking about Tonja meeting Sheryl. I do not know the details, however.

Oct 5-8, 2012: Weekend as Karen's "Ho"

During the preceding week, Karen and I talked about getting sometime over the weekend of the 5th. I’d also discussed it briefly with Molly. However, what I did not know was that Molly and Karen were discussing things in private that were far more definitive. Around 1:30 on Friday, Molly informed me we were going to Karen's. I showered, dressed in a mini, bra, panties, mini, blouse that buttoned down the front, black garter belt and dark hose and black heels. Molly told me to bring my bag and extra hose. Stephanie came by and the three of us left around 2:30. 

Erica and Karen were waiting. Molly and Karen talk in private. Erica took me to Karen's bedroom and fucked me while Stephanie watched.

Molly and Karen soon joined us and announced that I’m Karen’s through the weekend or longer so she can whore me out and make some money. I thought she was kidding, not so much the money part but staying through the weekend was a complete surprise.

Karen had this unmistakable happy look and told me to start my ho practice by eating her pussy. While I sucked her she boasted that she’d talked me around the black community and intended to make some serious cash. I didn’t take her seriously but later found out she was right on. After more taunting, she draped me over the end of the dresser, pulled my hair and fucked my cunt with my strappy while the rest of them watched. Molly said it was interesting to see black girls fuck me as if I was nothing. That and other verbal bantering back and forth between them was intimidating but it became clear to me Karen was eating up this opportunity.

Beth, Derita, Cici and another girl I’d seen, Shanay, came over sometime around 5:00. Molly and Stephanie met them and seemed cool. Molly insisted that I fuck the four of them for her pleasure and over probably the next hour or so, I ended up eating the four of them. Karen ordered pizzas, which I paid for. While we scoffed down all the pizza and fucked, Karen got a phone call that she took in private. When she came back, she told everybody things were rolling. I asked about Tonya but Karen said she wouldn’t be here. There was no explanation.

Within a few minutes, two black gals, Tami and Jada, both probably in their mid-20’s, showed up. To put it mildly Tami is big as a house and Jada wasn’t too far behind. Both of them, Karen and I went into another room. They checked me out and talked with Karen. Jada appeared disappointed and said she thought I’d be younger; but Tami said if I sucked pussy, age didn’t matter though she didn’t seem overly excited about me.

They drank some beer and ate pizza. Around dark, 7:30ish they said we were going over to Tami’s house. Molly said she and Stephanie were leaving and told me I’d get home eventually, no promises how or when. Karen gave Molly some money, I don’t know how much. Molly told Karen to enjoy me and left. I felt a twinge of apprehension; I just dealt with it.

Karen, Tami, and Jada and I left in Jada’s car to go to Tami’s. Erica followed with the rest of Karen's friends. I was in the back seat with Tami. She began checking me out, roughly palming my cunt and squeezing my tits. We stopped at a liquor store; Jada went in to buy which gave Tami more time to maul me and pull me around but getting to her pussy was impossible due to her girth and the cramped back seat. There is no doubt in my mind she outweighed me by at least 100 pounds. Jada came back to the car and we drove to their apartment over a storefront. We walked down some crummy alley and up the back stairs into their spacious but messy apartment.  

After downing a couple of drinks, Tami didn’t like having Karen's friends there and told them to leave. Karen bargained that Erica stayed; the rest would go. Tami argued but agreed. Erica did leave briefly to drive Beth, Cici, Shanay and Derita back to Karen's to pick up their car then she returned to Tami’s. FYI, Erica is a very strong willed and can hold her own against anybody.

Tami was ready to get started and we went into a bedroom. Karen demanded money up front. Tami demanded to see what she was getting. Karen told me to undress. Based on Tami and Jada’s earlier snippy comments and uncertain attitude, I played it seductively, slowly stripping and murmuring that I’d be their whore. Karen said I was no b/s. when I pulled my panties off Karen said they could own that pussy. Tami and Jada mellowed, thought I had a good body (this coming from two women who were fat as pigs) and handed Karen some cash. Karen and Erica left the room.

Tami squeezed me until I thought I’d break in two. She threw me on the bed, halfway undressed and pounced on me. I worked through her rolls of flesh until she smashed her pussy against me. She was musky, thoroughly demanding and uncompromising. I ate her, gasped for breath several times but did what she wanted. Jada in the meantime yanked my skirt and panties off. One or both of them clawed at me, shoved fingers in me and took control of my cunt.

Transitioning from Tami to Jada was more of a back and forth type thing. I’d be face down in Jada’s pussy and Tami would grab my hair and shove into hers. They’d mouth off, curse me, then bitch and pull me back and forth. There was little passion in this; it was mainly just rote, functional sex. Except for an occasional pee break or a drink refill, it was nonstop until the bedroom reeked of sweat and sex. Both of them took my cunt with the strappy. Once when I went to refill their drinks, they followed me, Tami picked me up, slammed me face down across the kitchen table and ass fucked me.

I immediately made the comparison that Karen hooked up with an older crowd, probably because it’s a better source of money for what she had in mind. How she connected with these people wasn’t evident at this point, though it came into focus later. She is a high school senior in some type of joint study and work curriculum, school half the time and work part time in some specific field, in Karen's case, merchandising with a company that distributes afro beauty supplies. Tami is a full time employee there and Jada, her roomie.

We fucked all Friday night and into the wee hours of the morning when they finally wore down and went to sleep. I slept on Tami’s bed. Sometime during the night, Karen and Erica left.

Saturday morning, Jada went to a donut shop and got coffee and donuts (what else.) I fucked Tami again while she was gone. Karen called my cell and said she’d be by to pick me up around noon. I showered.  

When she arrived, she gave me fresh clothes from Tonya’s wardrobe and told me to change. She drove me to my next appointment … a quiet neighborhood, a neat as a pin small brick house. I felt like I was making house calls.  A middle-aged black woman, Sarine, greeted us at the door.  We had brief introductions and went inside. Sarine’s niece, Makita, 22, and a friend of somebody Karen knows, set this up as a birthday gift for her aunt.  Even though Sarine knew it was coming, right off the bat this was slightly weird. Karen left me. Weird became awkward.  However, Sarine seemed pleased that I was not just some crack junkie whore but had a brain as well as a pussy. She’s fairly tall, slender, toned and quiet.

Sarine had a touch of class and treated me warmly. We talked and consumed almost a bottle of wine and nibbled at some fruit. She’s never had a white woman but enjoyed infrequent sexual relationships with black women. Her biggest fantasy is to have a white woman at her feet; she made that crystal clear. I told her I was hers. Sarine had minimal interest in me undressing initially. We moved to her small living room and I slipped to the floor when she sat on the sofa. Her feet were beautiful, pedicured perfectly, delicate toes and the strappy black sandals added to the enticement. I removed the sandals and slid to the floor on my back, took her feet to my face and slowly licked, sucked, kissed and rubbed her feet until she was moaning. I undressed. She stood on me in her bare feet, feet on my mons, between my breasts, rubbed the sole of one foot over my cunt then had me uck her toes again. We left the living room for her bedroom. I undressed her and resumed sucking her toes, licking her soles, licking up her legs to her pussy and ass. There were no toys, no ropes, paddles, nothing, just naked bodies and my mouth all over her. I brought her off twice though she doesn’t have intense orgasms but they’re there.

She did some role-play with me as her cleaning maid crawling nude on hands and knees cleaning her floors. After watching me do that, she had me back at her feet, cleaning then again and then moving to suck her breasts, her pussy and finally kissing her ass. I can’t connect all the dots in her head yet, but there seems to be a strong connection between feet, floors and sex. Weird.

Later in the afternoon, Makita, the niece joined us. There is no doubt they’ve had sex before. We had an interesting 3-way, me eating Makita and fingering Sarine while they kissed, them me sucking Sarine's pussy and ass while she ate her niece. This was good sex.  

Saturday night. Karen and Erica picked me up around 7:00. After a stop at a deli for food and party supplies and a liquor store for essentials, she drove to an all-suite hotel. What I didn’t know was that while I was with Sarine, Karen was busy with my credit card making a reservation here in my name and buying some cheesy lingerie she wanted me to wear tonight. I checked in then went to the room. We ate then I sucked off both of them. Karen gave me two fleet enema bottles and told me I’d better get ready.  I used both of them. After a shower, she gave me the lingerie she’d bought; a lacy bra and thong panties set (black trimmed in silver) and black thigh high fishnets. With my red heels, I looked rather trampy. She added my collar, the one with the heart shaped tag imprinted with “Karen’s Bitch” she made almost a year ago.

We fixed another drink, Karen's cell buzzed several times. She took me to the bedroom of the suite, cuffed my hands in leather cuffs behind me and tied my ankles together. In a few minutes, I heard people arriving, drinks poured and the cacophony of excited black female voices. Over the dim of this constant jiving and them calling each other “whore, bitch and nigga”, I heard Karen demanding everybody pay. She came into the bedroom, added a stretchy blindfold over my eyes, snapped the leash on the collar then untied my ankles.

She slowly led me into the main room. Blindfolded and cuffed, I stumbled after her and into an echo chamber of slurred shouts. I didn’t know if there were 5 or 50 there. Karen told them I was her sex slave. I remember her shouting out if any of you bitches read the damn blog. Some of them had because I heard instant feedback about one event or another.    

They began feeling me up and giving me dirty talk. Karen gave them the quick and dirty rundown about me. She bragged about how she’s humiliated me when she was 14 and I was stinking of piss and tied in her grandma’s cellar. She went on about how I’m hooked on serving her friends and submitting to teens. She made me say things about being her bitch; she fingered the tag and laughed. Then she pulled my bra down enough to expose my tits, then lowered my panties just enough to expose my cunt. I shivered.

She had me confess that I got off on black women seeing me displayed like this and abusing me like a whore. Worse yet, she had me admit that I was a fool for ass fucking when I saw black women. As she talked about me to them, she kept spitting on my face and tits and raking her nails across my cunt and thighs. She got a crop and slapped my cunt. I was drifting into a submissive funk and the girls making fun of me intensified the rush. I was in a bad way. I knew I needed this. It’d been forever and my cunt was on fire.

Karen yanked my panties off, fingered my sopping wet cunt then hit it harder with the crop a few times. She fingered me again and I came. I swear I couldn’t help it. I was embarrassed.  

Within seconds, they were all over me. Some hairy cunt was in my face and I started licking her while some girls opened my legs. Hands were all over my pussy and ass in an uncoordinated swarm of girls bitching, shoving and cursing at each other. I’d get a pussy or a tit shoved at my mouth but somebody else would try to wiggle theirs in. They pushed me to my knees and started rubbing against my face while they insulted me.

Karen pulled the blindfold off and I couldn’t believe what I saw. All of this commotion came from only four black women who appeared to be about as ghetto as they come. I met Carmela, 23, a total big booty, huge tit trash talking ghetto momma; Ama, a muscular street slut who told me straight out she’s into fighting and whipping bitches ass. Another gal, Zana, 30’s said she’s da coolest nigga bitch I’d ever fuck. The 4^th gal was Pinkie, 30ish, pierced cheeks, dyed pink hair and pink panties that said “smoking hot ass” right across her bubble butt.  Only Carmela and Ama knew each other before tonight but all of them constantly tried to outdo each other. Karen advertised me as a “white bitch available to serve black sisters” and they meant to prove it.

After bragging about how tough they were, they dragged me to the sofa and started teasing me about which of their pussies did I want to suck first. I didn’t have to answer because Ama, probably the meanest of the bunch settled her cunt over me and nobody challenged her. Ama has one of the biggest pussies I’ve ever seen and it reminds me of Ophelia’s huge cunt. One by one, I licked my way through all four of them while Karen and Erica watched.  

If I related things hour by hour, this summary would go on forever so let me hit some highlights. Some things were predictable; while I sucked one, one of the others would be probing my cunt. Someone had the strappy on and began fucking my cunt. I sucked all four of them repeatedly.  

They went through my toy bag item by item. Zana loved clamps. She put clamps, weights, mousetraps and clothespins all over me, not just nipples and labia but earlobes, around my tits, down my sides and inner thighs and my tongue and lips. After parading me around and beating me until some of the clamps fell off, they experimented with clamps others never use, like the rubber coated alligator clamps and little plastic snappy ones that are far worse than an ordinary clothespin.

They had me standing in the bathroom with my hands tied overhead to the shower rod. They lined each labia with the little plastic pins and had the alligator clamps on my nipples and added as much weight as possible then spanked me. It was excruciating. When they got bored with that, they’d raise one leg out to the side, leaving me balanced on one leg and whip my cunt. That was probably the worst pain. It was as if they really didn’t have a purpose other than to see what I could take.

They untied me and we came back to the sofa. They were all naked and knelt side by side on the sofa. I knelt behind them, started at one end with Carmela and worked my way down the line, sucking ass, one after the other. I even did Erica and Karen.

Carmela was the only one who brought her own toys. She had a black lifelike cock that must have been 15-18 inches long, thick, and had a squeeze bulb to inflate it even more, a thick purple gel u-shaped dildo with cock heads on both ends that could fuck both holes at the same time, a set of anal beads and another black cock-shaped inflatable butt plug. She used all of them in me throughout the evening. The worst was the 15-18” inflatable cock.

They placed me on the floor on my shoulders and knees, ass well up in the air, and tied my wrists to my ankles. They fucked my cunt with strappy’s and dildos, including the 15” inflatable cock thing. Ama was able to ease her hand into my cunt and kept it there while I sucked Pinkie’s cunt.

They focused on my ass and started with the anal beads, then used the U-shaped device to fuck both holes. Carmela lubed me and slid the shorter inflatable cock up my ass then pumped it up until they stretched my hole out.  She left it in me while I continued to suck pussy. Then she released the pressure, removed it and replaced it with the 15-18” monster. I felt it sliding farther than anything else has been, or so it seemed. She inflated it and I thought I’d pass out. She’d work it in a little more, fuck me some then she pulled it out. They said my hole was wide open and begging for more.

She tried to slide her hand up my ass. I tightened up and screamed that her hand was too big. She said I wasn’t a real whore yet. Zana insisted she could since she had smaller hands. She started pushing in and again I screamed. It didn’t faze her and she eased it in me. Zana told me I was a slut popsicle. I cried and tried to absorb this unsettled feeling, knowing her fist had to pass back through my ring to come out. That really freaked me. I also pissed on the floor from the pressure.

They also got into the pissing but it was more of a middle of the night thing around 2:00 in the morning before they either were tired or passed out.

This lasted through Sunday morning. I was a wreck and sore as I’ve ever been. We left around 1:00. I was supposed to see another black gal that afternoon but we had to cancel. I was too used up and Karen decided the woman wouldn’t get her money’s worth.

Instead, Karen took me back to her house. Tonya was there. We hugged, went to the kitchen, fixed crown royal and coke and exchanged small talk. Karen went to her room to grab some sleep. Tonya halfway apologized for Karen's outlandish behavior with me and the money thing.  I told her I didn’t blame Karen; that she was just seizing the opportunity and taking advantage of my weakness. After a few drinks, I was on my knees pulling her panties aside and licking her pussy. We ended up in her bedroom, me between her thighs licking her off.

I fell asleep on Tonya’s bed. When I woke up around 10:00 Sunday night, Karen had me tell her mom about my weekend experience. Tonya was shocked. Karen insisted that we fuck because she wanted to watch us. I couldn’t take any penetration so Tonya sucked me off in front of Karen. I, in turn, frigged Tonya off. As weird as it sounds, I got turned on. I told Karen I wanted her. I crawled to her, undressed her and sucked her pussy off then tongued her ass. I told her I loved what she did to me this weekend. (keep in mind my body was a mess, fucked out, some beating marks, a well whipped cunt, my nipples raw, etc.) but I asked her to fuck me in front of her mother so she’d know I had no hard feelings about the weekend. Karen didn’t hesitate. She took the strappy to my cunt and fucked me while I confessed to Tonya how much I loved being her daughters whore and I would do it again. I was out of my head and had a marvelous orgasm.

I hugged Karen, thanked her and hoped she and Molly could work things out to do this again. I slept with Tonya that night but there was no sex. Monday morning, Karen left for school, Tonya to work and I returned to bed and slept until around 11:00 when Molly came to pick me up.