Jan 25, 2012: Joan, Rona, Zamara

This morning, I decided on a black garter belt, dark seamed hose, and my Lucite heels, and a black and red waist cincher that hid nothing and accentuated my tits and cunt. I liked the risqué look and figured Rona would too.  I sat at my pc for a few minutes, exchanged a message with Rona and worked in my study until I heard a car in the driveway. I went down to answer the door just after 11:00 to greet her. But to my complete shock, Joan stood there, dressed to the nines in a gold leather mini and jacket, black blouse underneath, and dark hose and heels. I went blank; she looked at me and said "well slut, aren’t you going to invite me in?"  

She came in and asked if I was expecting someone else? I timidly said there was someone else coming. She asked who, I told her. She gave me this look and asked if I liked her (Rona) better than me? I said no ma'am. I asked why she was here. She said she was in the neighborhood and thought she’d stop by. (I recalled Joan had been here twice before though it made no sense that today she was “just in the neighborhood.”) Then she said as long as she’s here, get my face down and kiss my feet. So I knelt in the foyer and began kissing her feet. She kept chiding me about why I was dressed so slutty for someone who couldn’t be as good as she was. 

She lifted her skirt, showing only the briefest of a panty and told me to be more polite and kiss her pussy. I kissed her then she said to pull the panty aside and lick her pussy. I was nervous and certain Rona would show up at any moment and completely unsure what she’d think if she caught me sucking another woman. Joan braced herself against the credenza in the foyer and opened her legs.  

My face was deep into her pussy when the doorbell rang. Joan said ignore it and eat me. I didn’t know what to do. Joan said eat me, so I kept on. The bell rang again; Joan held my head against her pussy. Then the door opened, I turned and saw Rona and Zamara standing there asking what the fuck was I doing! Rona was dressed almost identical to what she wore for our first meeting; tight jeans, a black tee and a black leather jacket and stilettos and had a satchel which appeared to be full of something. Zamara had on denim leggings brown boots and a sweatshirt.

Guilt must have been written all over my face. I was speechless. Joan said who the fuck are you, wait your turn; she’s eating me. Rona barked that she was here to get sucked and beat my ass. Joan and Rona bitched back and forth at each other and I thought omg, what’s going to happen. Rona came over and yanked me back and said eat me too, you damn two-timing cunt. For a moment Joan and Rona pulled me back and forth until Joan yanked me up, shoved me down the hall and said get us something to drink while they sorted this out.  

I fixed drinks and thought this cannot be happening. They came into the kitchen arguing. Joan said there’s enough whore here to go around, they’d all fuck me since I was such a whore and would anybody who came to the door anyway so what did it matter. She sent me to get my bag and every toy I had. She and Rona were still bitching when I came back. Rona told Joan to get out because she had something planned for their visit, that she intended to use the storage room, string me up and beat me. Joan said anything was fine, she’d just stay and watch but she intended to fuck me first. She turned to me and asked who I wanted to serve; I said it didn’t matter, I’ll serve you all, please don’t fight. Joan yelled she was getting her cunt eaten and didn’t care what you ghetto butts do to her. Roan laughed and said let’s go downstairs and see what happens. 

We took everything, my toy bag, Rona’s satchel, and fresh drinks and went downstairs and into the storage room. Joan and Rona bickered as to who got to do me first.

Joan surveyed the room and smiled. Rona said she had plans for my ass and it might be best if they cleaned the bitch out first. They grabbed me and hustled me over to bathroom. They had me take off the waist cincher and shoved me over the bathroom counter. I watched Rona fill the enema bag, add shampoo and also dump some of her drink in as well. She lubed me and I felt the nozzle shoved up my ass. I groaned and cramped as they filled me, telling me it was for my own good. After I gurgled for several minutes, they had me expel in the toilet. We went back in the storage room. Rona told me this was my hell hole and the only place in my house I deserved. 

Joan snipped that I had not finished eating her when these other tramps came in, spun me around and stuck my face back in her pussy. I began licking her pussy again. Behind me I could hear Rona and Zamara moving things around in the room. Joan became more forceful and ground off an orgasm then slapped my face a few times and said you bitches can have her now.  Rona grabbed me and told me to undress her which I did then kissed and sucked her nipples. She pushed my face to her pussy and I began eating her. She got into a groove and began humping my face and had me finger ass at the same time. I kept at her until she cane.

Zamara by this time was half naked and sitting with her legs splayed apart on the edge of an antique dresser they’d moved away from the wall. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and moved my tongue to her cunt. She was perched in such a way that I had some access to her asshole and she had me switching between her cunt and ass. She clamped her legs around my head and pulled me closer. I heard her groaning and felt her cumm.

I started to get up but Joan told me not too. She lifted her mini and stood over me, said she had to pee and to get my face up to her pussy. I wasn’t 12” away when she started pissing in my face. She turned to Rona and asked if they needed to use the potty. Rona and then Zamara both pissed on me. Joan said I was a fucking pig and berated me for allowing women to piss on me

They pulled me up and pushed my piss soaked body over to an area of the room where Rona had prepared things. I was shaking so badly I could barely walk, tottering on the Lucite heels. They put the suspension cuffs on my wrists. Zamara got one of the ladders and pulled it over and climbed up, they secured chains from the cuffs to the exposed beams of the ceiling. They left me some slack; my elbows were about even with my ears. They didn’t restrain my legs.  

Joan approached me and asked what I thought about the three of them being here together; if I thought it was pure coincidence. I stared. Then she spoke slowly with this superior look on her face and said … this… was all planned in advance ... Jody and Katrina planned it. I moaned OMG. Joan squeezed my cunt and said she’s here to deliver a message; that discussions were taking place and some of the key players in my life would become involved in different ways and to expect the unexpected. She said it was no coincidence that so many groups of girls showed up two weeks ago. Nothing is sacred. As she squeezed me and talked, I lost it and came all over her hand. She hissed the word “slut” and had me lick her hand clean. Her expressions were cold yet there was fire in her dark eyes when she said she was going to love seeing me get more of what I deserved because she’d always thought I was a tramp. She tossed her head at Rona and said “take her.” 

Rona stared into my face as if the dark side of her was oozing from every pore of her body. She spit into my face and mocked me about piss dripping from my hair and body. She slapped my cunt with the palm of her hand, lightly at first, then harder until it was sensitive. She’d wipe my goo across my face. She took her flogger and began hitting my cunt, then moved behind me and flogged my upper back then used the flogger all over my body. I tried to dodge the blows which amused them. Joan told me to dance around and flailed the undersides of my buttocks with the crop and alternated that blows directed at my nipples. Zamara joined in hitting me with a short strap they’d brought. Joan yelled for me to dance around. 

I knew they were spacing this out. I was totally out of it and had this vision of being a prisoner and slave in my own house and taking this on a daily basis. They flailed the daylights out of me until I was screaming. I was electrified. Joan grabbed my face with her hands and bit my lips, spit in my mouth and hissed that she loved seeing me this way. She drove a knee into my cunt. I kept screaming and moving around. They ran fingernails down the insides of my arms, across my tits and tummy and ended at my cunt and thighs. Things started to build inside me. Rona flogged my tits until I was on fire. Zamara meanwhile went behind me and began hitting my hole with something. I yelled more and came again, partly from the intensity of the pain, partly from Zamara’s fingers reaching under my slit and squeezing my clit.  

I was gasping for relief. Joan said they’d give me a break. They left me, flicked off the light and shut to door. That storage room is 100% dark. There isn’t a beam of light, even coming under the door. I was freaked for a moment so I shut my eyes almost as a way of pretending it wasn’t happening. I pissed.  My body was stinging. I couldn’t hear a thing except for a few footsteps on the kitchen floor above me, otherwise, not a sound of them anywhere. This truly was a dark, timeless environment. I waited, lost in my thoughts, pain and the darkness.  

Sometime afterwards (I later learned it was 30 minutes) they returned with drinks in hand. They noted my piss puddle and walked over and poured wine down my throat and ran their hands over my body, lingering and pinching my clit and nipples. I leaned towards them as far as it possibly could. Joan casually said she thought I could take a few more. I begged no. She ignored me and set the timer on her phone for 5 minutes. They started again and whipped me from knees to shoulders until the timer went off. They unchained me and I sank into Zamara’s arms.

Joan told her to put me on the floor right over the spot where I’d pissed.  I lay there as she wanted, with my arms and legs spread. Rona mounted me and shoved her pussy at my face. Her body was moving, rubbing her cunt over my face. She began to curse me, hurling one dirty word after the other at me. There was nothing exotic about this; it was raw sex. It was more of her hips thrusting her pussy against my mouth than it was me eating her. She paused during this to have me lick her ass. I could tell she was getting a rush out of this and she squeezed out multiple orgasms. Zamara jumped on me and smothered me with her pussy and ass. I spend considerable time with my tongue at her butt and also ate her until she gushed over me. 

They picked me up and pushed me face down across the antique dresser. Zamara tied my legs to the front legs of the dresser and shoved my upper body across the top until my tits were hanging off the other side, then tied my hands to the back legs of the dresser. Joan caned my ass and made me beg to be fucked. When I turned my face I could see Rona and Zamara putting on the two strappy’s. Rona took me first and fucked my cunt while Zamara fucked my mouth. I came from Rona’s fucking then licked it clean. Zamara meanwhile lubed me and took my ass with a passion. For some period of time they alternated; one was always fucking my mouth and the other either in my cunt or ass. Joan swatted my hanging tits. I was constantly on edge and in pain and screaming when I could. This went on for what seemed ages until they’d brought me off multiple times to a chorus of taunting and laughter.  

Rona said she had a toy to finish me off with and took something from her satchel and showed me. It was about the size of my rabbit but with a pencil thin, somewhat flexible piece of rubber about 6-8 inches long with tiny rubber strands at the end. She turned it on to show me how it worked. The pencil thin shaft rotated and flopped around but the rubber strands at the end (probably about 15-20 of them) went in all directions. She said imagine this up your ass because that’s exactly where it going. She wasted no time in shoving the device up my splayed asshole and turned it on. I instantly jerked and screamed at the sensation. It was like I was being delicately whipped up my ass canal. Rona moved it in and out from my hole up my canal as far as it would go. Joan got involved and whipped my ass cheeks and cunt. I didn’t think I had it in me but gushed like some mindless idiot. Rona eased the thing out of me. They laughed, threatened to leave me this way and walked out of the room. Rona came back in shortly and picked up her toys and said they’d see me later. I asked her to please untie me. She said that’s up to Joan. She and Zamara left.   

I called for Joan and got no answer. I thought if she left, too, I am fucked because there was no way I could untie myself. I imagined the scene and the possibilities if I was found this way by anybody but Joan. In a few minutes she came back downstairs and asked I’d had enough and did I want to be untied. I obviously said yes. She said it’s not outside the realm of possibility that another group of girls could be on their way over with a van, load my ass in the back of it just as I was, tried across the dresser and take me to god knows where. I cringed at the thought. 

She stood in front of me and had me eat her ass and got great pleasure from this total control of me and told me again how she loved seeing me suffer. I grunted but kept licking knowing a good tongue job on her ass was probably my only way out of this.

Eventually Joan untied me. I thanked her. She stayed to watch me scurry around like a rat and mop and clean the storage room floor. When I’d finished she told me to come with her outside, she wanted to piss on me one last time. Not having a lot of choice I followed her out to the lower patio and laid down. She straddled my naked body and soaked me from cunt to face, then told me she was leaving. When she drove out, I gathered my toys and came upstairs and collasped on the bed.

Jan 16, 2012: Karen's on Monday

I got to Karen’s shortly after noon. We greeted, kissed and she did the usual taunting and verbal degrading that gets me right to my core. I asked politely to serve her and her response was that I damn well would, not only her but the friends she had coming over. I felt that familiar tingling in my pussy. She got us a beer then she told me to bring my toy bag and follow her upstairs. She checked what I had on then put the leash, collar and dog tag on me which has become such an integral part of her play with me now.

We did not have sex other than me briefly kissing her pussy and licking her ass. She told me to save myself because some of her friends would be over and indeed within a few minutes the doorbell rang. She went back downstairs and I heard them talking, cackling with laughter to the point I became extremely nervous and I heard some girl shouting, when do we get to see the slut. She came back upstairs and barged into her bedroom with a half dozen girls following her. I knew Erica and Beth but the other four were new to me and almost scary.  She introduced me to the ones I didn’t know and reiterated that I’d do anything they wanted. The comments from the new ones were generally along the lines of I was old but at least I wasn’t a hag. I mentally cringed inside. Karen told them if they wanted me, they should pay up and she collected money. How much I don’t know, but I stood there dumbfounded thinking I’m her money tree.

The girls drank beer and plopped around on Karen’s bed, the floor or stood by the doorway. Her bedroom isn’t that big, maybe 12 x 12 so it seemed very crowded and had the sensation of being trapped. I was standing back in the corner of her bedroom and most of them were between me and the door to the hall. Karen made it clear that when somebody told me to do something, I was to say yes ma'am, no ma'am to every one of them when spoken to.

After Karen collected the money she told me we’d start and I’d do what her friends wanted. One girl, a somewhat chubby girl appropriately nicknamed “Pudge”, told me to take off my top they wanted to see my tits. She punctuated that by adding the word "slut" like it had two syllables.

I said yes ma'am to Pudge and took my top off. They mouthed a few things and told me to lose the bra and get my boobs out. Like some paid hooker which is about what I felt like, I took the bra off and figured they’d have me strip and we’d start having sex but that wasn’t the case.

They said I had nice tits, loved my nipples but wished my boobs were bigger. They had me play with my boobs as they called them which wasn’t too bad but then they barked orders at me to pinch my nipples, twist them and dig my nails into them. As soon as I’d do something, they’d yell to do it harder. This progressed to them telling me to pull them as hard as I could, rake my nails down my boobs hard and leave red trails on them.

Pudge told me to use both hands and squeeze my boobs as hard as I could around the base until they started turning purple. The more I’d do, the more they’d demand and the words slut, bitch and whore were hurled at me constantly. On top of this, I had to tell them how I felt. Making me abuse my tits went on forever and they were laughing nonstop. They had me slap my boobs from top and from underneath and said they wanted to see them swollen and bruised. I kept slapping and making them jiggle.

A girl named Sandra told me to punch my tits. I looked at Karen and asked not to. Karen said she didn’t give a shit and that I’d do it or they’d do it. I didn’t want that. So I punched my tits but not hard enough to suit them. Pudge stepped in and whacked my tits with her fat hands and I doubled over moaning. She socked them again and I dropped to my knees clutching my tits. Karen yelled for me to stand up again. I did and again begged for no more. Sandra told me to drop the skirt. I took it off.

They obviously saw that my panties were soaked.  They had me wrap my fingers through the waistband and pull them hard up and deep between my cunt lips giving myself a "wedgie" until my labia splayed out on both sides of the stretched mesh of the panty. They told me to pull until they begin to tear. They had me do the same thing to my anal slit; reach behind me and pull the back of the panty up deep between my ass cheeks. I did this until the panel was embedded in my slit front and back and the panties ripped and stretched to useless material.   

They laughed to Karen that she was right; I’d do anything for black girls. Pudge, Sandra and a girl named Hatice (not too far behind Pudge in the calorie department and pure black) came over, shoved me against the wall and started mauling my tits, cunt and butt cheeks. Pudge called me a wimp and slapped my tits which by now were aching and swollen. She started pulling her clothes off revealing rolls of ebony flesh everywhere and massive tits and ass cheeks to boot. The fourth new girl, Betsy, sort of hung back and watched.

They pulled me to Karen's bed and Pudge was the first one to force my face into her hairy cunt. I was on my knees; she sitting on the edge of the bed. I licked her and found her strong, musky and anything but fresh. While I did her some of them were still pulling my panties back and forth through my slit. Pudge took forever to cumm and it was a relief to me when she did. Sandra and Hatice literally pushed and shoved each other to see who was next. Hatice won and almost threw me on my back and squatted her huge cunt over my face. I remember her saying she wanted her monies worth. Sandra settled for poking her fingers around my cunt and tugging the embedded useless panties and squeezing my lips together until it hurt. Hatice (very ghetto) showed no mercy on my already swollen tits and slapped and pinched them continually, yelling things at me like … come on bitch, make me cumm. She slid back and forth until my nose was under her asshole (none too pristine) and my tongue in her pussy. She grunted and sweated like very few I’ve had and had one spasm after another. Sandra cursed Hatice about stinking up my mouth with her ass scent and the two of them were going at it verbally while I was still sucking Hatice and Sandra was mauling my cunt like I was some piece of meat. Sandra, though, wasted no time in mounting my face as soon as Hatice rolled off. I sucked Sandra off,) almost a welcomed breath of fresh air and someone (later found out it was Pudge) had shoved a dildo into my cunt. The fourth new girl never joined in (Karen verified that) and she didn’t seem to fit with the rough and tumble style of the other three. But after I’d sucked off Hatice, Pudge and Sandra, including Hatice’s asshole, I looked up to see Karen coming at me with the strappy and burying it deeply and suddenly in my ass. I yelled but when I did Pudge plopped her overly musky ass on my mouth. Undoubtedly, her ass is one of the less desirable ones I’ve touched but she didn’t have any hesitation about stretching my nipples out and telling me to get my tongue up there. 

Karen fucked my ass like she owned it and I know it gave her fueled her status to demonstrate to the others what she owned.   

Beth and Erica joined Hatice, Sandra and Pudge in the non-stop sex on the bed. I started to blur out on one ass or pussy after another or some girl going to pee and coming back and having me lick her dry. I know after Karen fucked my ass she had her fist up my cunt. Pudge tried but there was no way her hand would make it without tearing me open. I screamed my head off and finally some common sense prevailed.

We ended this session with me now naked including ripped thigh highs and heels off, sitting in Karen's desk chair with my pussy right at the front edge, my legs wide apart on the outside of the front chair legs and my ankles tied to the chair legs. They had me spread my cunt showing as much of my pinkness as possible and then respond to their whims; in essence if they (the four new girls) wanted me to finger myself I did, or to pinch my clit, I did. I’d been fucked to a couple of cumms by them with the dildo or strappy and my face showed complete evidence of probably a dozen cumms. My tits were swollen but Pudge or Hatice would come over and whack them and send me into pain. It became a game of sorts; they’d threaten me with more tit abuse if I wasn’t playing with my cunt or fingering my ass enough to suit them. For a long time I just sat there and played with myself. They talked among themselves about me and went back to the day at the fast food joint at lunch when I joined about a dozen girls and Karen; to the lunchtime in the woods under the power lines, to the weekend at my house to Beth and Karen's crazy ideas about riding me around in the back of Erica’s suburban like I was the ice cream truck and having girls come out and fuck me for money.  Once In a while one of them would stick a pussy in my face and I’d lick cunt while I frigged.  I concluded by sucking my messy fingers and thanking them.

Karen called a halt to things around 4:00 and told everybody to leave so she could get the house back in order before Tonja came home. After they left Karen told me Betsy wasn’t too keen on this apparently, that Pudge and Hatice aren’t really in her group of BFF’s but she didn’t care as long as they paid. Also these girls had seen me either at the ball game or at lunch in the fast food joint. She said there might be more of this. I helped her clean up, and then showered and left without panties or hose, all ruined.

I’ve asked Karen how much money she made that day and was told around $150. She said between the Friday at Derita’s aunt’s house, the weekend at my place and the MLK day, she’d raked in close to $1000.00. She also told me she could have had 3x as many girls on that Monday but Whitney advised her to keep it simple on anything she does at home.

Jan 7-8, 2012: Weekend at Home. Part 3

Saturday afternoon through Sunday.  

Katrina told Molly and Rona it was time for them to clean up and leave. Within 30 minutes, everyone staggered out except Katrina and Whitney. Katrina knew I was exhausted and suggested I go back to bed and get some sleep. She talked with Whitney then gave me a pat on the butt and some positive words and left about 1:30.  

Whitney and I went upstairs. I wiped off some of the mess and slept until Whitney got me up around 3:00. I showered again and we changed the sheets on the bed. Whitney had me dress in thigh highs and slut heels and a negligée’ I wouldn’t mind getting ruined. She told me she wanted me to look stunning and fresh for her sister and friends. She gathered all my toys and we went to the parlor again. She backed me up to one of the column so I was turned toward the front door then tied my hands around the post. That, she said, was how I’d meet her sister and friends.   

I waited in nervous anticipation. Whitney teased my cunt then sat in the parlor and did things on her phone until we heard car doors shutting and a herd of giggly voices rushing up the front walk. Whitney let them in and that same chorus of voices surrounded me. Everybody was shouting, cheering and that they got to do it all over again, an obvious reference to the gang bang weekend in late October.  

In addition to Karen there were 7 other girls. I knew and recognized Kendra, Beth, Erica, Lucy and Derita immediately. I knew the faces of the other two but had to be prompted on their names; Charene and Shanay. I never really knew Shanay’s name but remembered her well from the weekend. I was surprised to see Lucy as being a part of this. 

Karen was in my face and the other girls clustered around me. I don’t think they would have been more elated if they’d won the lottery.  All of them were jeering, mocking me and there must have been, or at least it felt like, a dozen hands roaming over my body at once. The negligée was ripped off within seconds. They could easily see the rope marks and the crisscross of marks from several beatings yesterday. That fascinated them and prompted a zillion questions. Karen locked my collar with the heart shaped tag imprinted with “Karen’s Bitch” around my neck and attached the leash and told me to bark. 

Whitney suggested a tour of the house was appropriate. They left me tied to the column and Whitney did the honors as tour guide. I had an odd feeling about them checking out my house, going through it as if they owned it and I was simply a stranger. I could hear them after they came back up from the lower level laughing. Worse, looking over my left shoulder I saw a couple of them carrying the cage to the main level. They found the liquor cabinet and in short order helped themselves to whatever they wanted and pulled food out of the fridge and the pantry. They came back into the parlor with all this food and drink and plopped around. Whitney had my toy bag slung over her shoulder. For a few minutes they ate, drank and, talked about things and also me as if I wasn’t present. 

Whitney finally stood up, walked to me and said she wanted to establish the ground rules. In essence she said my purpose was to entertain her and I’d do that by serving Karen and her friends as they wished. Notwithstanding the fact that I may be sore from my treatment this past 24 hours, she expected nothing less than my best. She said I’d be pushed to the limit and asked if I understood. I told her I did. 

She turned to Karen and said something which I thought was very profound; that some women around my age have a less restrictive sexual outlook and become outrageous in exploring their desires. In the short three years she’s known me, I’d proven that. She added that they, the girls, should not think of this as forcing me to do something I didn’t want to do but instead they were providing an outlet for my perverse secrets. She told them to use me and make her happy.  

The girls looked at each other. Karen got up, kissed her sister and came to me. She slapped me, spit in my face and wiped her greasy hands on me. She started playing with my pussy and asked if it was hers. I told her it was. Whitney laughed and told Karen I’d said that to a bunch of girls in the last 24 hours. Karen said she’d make me forget all that,  slapped me again and had me say “yes Ma’am, it’s your pussy.” She started playing with me, fingering me, working me up until, regardless of how sore I was, I came for her. She gloated and said that should prove who owns it. I sucked her fingers and thought how demonic she was.  

She untied my hands from the column and had me get on all fours with my ass stuck back and face tilted up similar to a cow pose in yoga. They lubed the ponytail butt plug and worked it in my ass. They Karen started leading me around by the leash, down the hall, through the kitchen, the dining room and back into the parlor, me crawling all the way and making the pony tail sway from side to side. 

After several trips through the house, we came back to the parlor. Karen told me to kneel back on my legs; my tits arched forward, knees spread wide to display my cunt. She partially undressed and draped her panties over my face, obscuring my vision then went on a tirade again about how she owned my pussy. Whitney gave her the blindfold she’s used on the day before and suggested she (Karen) make things interesting for me. Karen tied it around my head, totally shutting out any vision. She straddled me and pulled my face into her pussy. There was something ultra-submissive about not being able to see anything and eating her. I began to feel a sense of release and forgot about being sore; everything else passed from my mind and I used my mouth; nibbling, licking and sucking on her lips, vagina and clit until she told me she was going to cumm. I muttered into her pussy to please give it to me. I would have done anything at that moment. She called me her bitch and came. I heard laughter as I tasted her salty sweetness.

She backed off and asked who wanted to be next. I heard sounds of girls undressing, jeans being unzipped, shows hitting the floor and their constant jive talk. Someone kicked the inside of my left knee and told me to spread myself wider. I did. Another girl pounced on me. Whereas Karen was almost seductive, this girl, I think it might have been Derita, was raunchy and grinding her pussy against my face pushing me farther back until my hands were grabbing my heels for support. I ate this girl off. I felt hands all over me, pulling my hair to tilt my head back, fingers grabbing and twisting my nipples and fingers playing with my cunt and teasing my clit. Some other girl had her pussy in my face.  Whoever she was, she did as much to frig herself off as I did to suck her. Then I understood why; she squirted and I hear all kinds of laughter. My mind was torn between sucking them and all the manipulation of my cunt and tits. A girl stuck her fingers in my cunt and her thumb pressing against my clit. I fucking lost it and came in a series of groans. Somebody called me “easy”. Another girl shouted at me to lie down in the floor, I wiggled my legs out from under me and lay flat on my back. As soon as I did I felt hands grabbing my ankles, pulling my legs apart and back over my body. I rolled my hips upward slightly; girls started spanking my ass cheeks, mainly on the fleshly buttocks and sides of my upper thighs. Some of the swats hit the plug which really resonated in my ass and caused me to yell. 

Some girl dangled her tits in my face. I played with them until she knelt over me and lowered her butt. I ate her pussy all the while feeling more hands around my cunt and plugged asshole. I thought how lewd I must have looked and what they thought about me being used like this in my own home. That thought and the constant procession of pussy over my mouth and the gooey mess my face had become and their hands relentlessly tormenting my cunt, girls playing with the plug, all came together and drove me to another orgasm. The laughter kept going and they smeared my juices all over me; theirs, mine, I really can’t say for sure. Finally they lowered my legs and let me lie in the floor. I‘d lost count but had to assume I’d sucked every one of them. Again, I don’t know for sure but I don’t think they would have stopped otherwise.  

I asked to go pee; Whitney’s voice told me “not yet” and to roll over and get back on all fours. I did. I heard them chattering and Whitney say something about turning out the lights which I didn’t understand at the moment. Someone grabbed my leash and led me toward the hall. I heard the front door open and felt a rush of cool air. I shouted, “no, please.” Whitney told me to shut up, it was 6:30 and dark, if I wanted to pee, do it on my front porch (a small brick stoop, about 4 x 8.)  I hesitated. She told me to go pee on the porch or it gets worse. I crawled out and squatted and pissed all over my welcome mat and the concrete surface of the porch while they stifled giggles, then crawled back in. Whitney said that’s a new version of letting the cat out.  

Even back inside my heart was racing a mile a minute. After their laughed calmed down we migrated toward the kitchen, me crawling behind whoever had my leash, still blindfolded and plugged. Whitney handed me a glass of wine and asked me which was the sorest; my cunt or my ass. I said my cunt. She smirked and said perhaps they’d start with my ass. I heard her taking inventory of who’d ass fucked me in the past and who hadn’t. Karen, Erica, Beth and Kendra had used my ass but Lucy, Derita, Charene and Shanay had not. I heard Whitney say she’d have to put on another demo. The girls tugged me by the leash into the breakfast room. Whitney told me to stand and positioned me at the end of the table. My breakfast room table is 42” x 66”, heavy and sturdy as a rock. You could table dance on it all day and not hurt it. She had me stand at the end of the table (42” dimension) and lean across it and move my feet apart until they touched the table legs. I was still blindfolded which by now was slightly maddening. Girls tied my ankles to the table legs. My hands were stretched to the opposite two corners and tied.  

Once I was tied Whitney removed the pony tail plug and told the girls to come take a look at my gaping hole which was so humiliating, them staring into my asshole in my own house; it’s like I don’t belong here. Then she rubbed something across my back and buttocks and asked if I knew what this was. I told her it felt like my cane. She’d found it in my closet. I don’t take it with me on assignments since it doesn’t fit in my toy bag. She scolded me for not bringing this to her attention before. With that she brought it down across my ass cheeks several times and said shame on me for not telling her about this.  

Whitney reiterated something Rona said on Friday; that there was no better way to humiliate a slut, especially an older white woman, than to fuck their ass. She turned to me and said, isn’t that right. I nodded.  She told them to watch closely then told me “I’m sorry Eve; this is what sluts are for.”  By the sounds of things I sensed someone was putting on the strappy. Whitney’s voice was at the side of the table and told me to turn my head and suck the dildo. While I did someone lubed my asshole working her fingers in me pushing lube deep inside, making a big production out of that until I groaned at every twist and turn of her fingers. I felt the tip of the dildo at my rose and her say,” it’s me Eve, relax.” She pushed the strappy in slowly, I grunted and felt her ease it up my ass until I know the agony showed on my face. I could hear conversations but couldn’t see a damn thing. She told the girls to watch what she was doing, how she did it. She started rhythmically fucking me with short strokes. I groaned.  

She kept talking to me in short sentences and constantly said my name. She’d say things like, “you’re a whore aren’t you, Eve; you like this don’t you, Eve; you want the girls to humiliate you, don’t you Eve; you want them to take your ass, Eve.” I was going nuts, saying yes ma’am, even telling the girls I was their whore just blurting things out until I was mindless. The whole time my ass was getting fucked and I felt myself come alive. Even Karen joined in making me agree to things, another lunchtime fuck in the clearing in the woods, another night in her grand mom’s house in the cellar with just her friends. I was off the charts. Someone buzzed my clit with presumably my vibe and I came. 

Somewhere in this wicked tableau, the strappy changed ownership. Another girl was fucking my ass and Whitney was instructing her. Karen and by now some of the other girls as well, were still pounding me with questions. Karen asked if I’d rent a house in her neighborhood so she could have slut parties and make money. The strappy changed owners again. I was so lost in listening to some of the girls talk about these wild crazy ideas I almost missed it. Whitney was instructing again, the strokes were different.  Karen by her voice had climbed on the other end of the table and stuck her bare feet at my mouth and told me to suck her toes. I had her toes in my mouth as if they were a gag and drooled all over them. There was a pause in the ass fucking. They lubed me again and I heard Whitney coaching someone else. I felt it ease in me, I groan, sucked Karen’s toes harder and heard Lucy literally scream omg this is wonderful. She’d fuck me and scream at me, did she own my skanky ass. I heard Whitney say this is fun isn't it; did she feel the power and Lucy’s ecstatic reply yes, yes. My breakfast room was a mass of girlish giggles, jiving and shouting intermingled with my groans. Whitney had the girls start whipping and slapping my ass again as she fucked me. 

The ass fucking lessons continued until each of the four new girls had a turn. Whitney finished me off by whacking my butt several more times with the cane. She’d ask me if I was sufficiently humiliated. 

Somewhere in all this ( and I had to go back and process this later in my mind) while I was getting ass fucked on the table and being peppered with questions about serving,  the girls apparently cleaned me out of prepared food so they debated between Chinese or pizza. Pizza won out and they ordered a delivery. What brought it to my attention was Karen saying the pizza guy is here and where was my money. I was in this state of irony that the pizza guy must have walked across my piss puddle, come into the foyer of a house that smelled like pussy, probably heard me moaning in the back while I was getting my ass either fucked or beaten and wondered what the fuck was going on. Weird.  

Anyway, Whitney stopped the ass fucking at this point. Thy untied me and took the blindfold off. I squinted and had to let my eyes adjust. More irony, some of the girls sat at the breakfast room table where I’d been fucked forever and ate pizza. I don’t know things like that I find so ... something … don’t know what the word is. I sat on the floor on a couple of folded towels, sipped wine and ate; I was hungry. Whitney told me the booze supply was running low and where was the closest liquor store. I told her. Lucy and Erica dressed and left with some of my money to buy more. Periodically, some of the girls would walk over to where I was sitting between the kitchen and breakfast room, leaning back against the pantry doors, and stuck her pussy in my face. I licked whoever it was a few times, take a bit of pizza and lick again. 

Karen, though, took this one step further.  It was about 10:00 but she and the girls were getting their second wind and obviously still had an agenda.  She had me crawl into the great room where they’d placed the cage earlier in the day.  

After I was inside, she came over with my half empty plastic up of wine and dribbled some piss in it, handed it to me and told me to drink. I did it. She refilled my plastic cup with wine, gave it to me and the piece of pizza I’d been eating then padlocked the cage door. Then she finished by spraying the rest of her piss over me through the wires soaking me and the piece of pizza, then she said “eat it, bitch,” referring to the now piss soaked piece of pizza. Like some dumb animal I did while they taunted me with laughter. That cued the others. Beth came over and pissed on me. Shanay and Kendra did too. They were sitting around like they owned my house and me (and I know they did) when Lucy and Erica returned with more booze. 

Lucy went into hysterics and said this was funnier that anything she’d ever seen. Karen told her about soaking my pizza with piss and making me eat it. Lucy said she had to try that. She undressed again, handed me a piece and pissed. I thought gad, how long will this go on but quickly determined … until they think of something else to do.  They’d have me hold my cup against the cage and piss, or try to piss in it and tell me to drink. Between that and pissing at me, the whole cage floor was a sopping wet puddle. Whitney pushed a towel through the wires so I could soak some of it up.  

They kept talking, laughing and telling stories about me. I was sticky with cold piss. Karen chided me and said for me to frig off. She told me to move from my sitting position to lying on my back with my legs over me so my hips, ass and cunt would be toward the cage door and my feet pressed against the top of the cage. Though I was pretty well feeling my wine, I did it. I acted like some trained animal (I know of no other word) so determined to please them, to lie on my back on piss soaked towels and in cold piss and respond to their humiliations, that I did it; feet pressing against the top of the cage, arms by my side, ass and cunt totally exposed and just let them look, laugh and scheme. Lucy, somewhat of a plotter, took bondage straps and secured my wrists and arms to the sides of the cage so I was pretty much immobile.  

Derita suggested a candle. That notion spread like wildfire and they collected every candle in the house, lit them and started dripping hot wax on my upturned cunt and asshole. I’d jerk and yell. I kept feeling wax hitting my asshole and them saying they wanted to completely seal it shut. By their cheers and shouting and my sensations, I had little doubt what was happening or where this would go. They had probably 6-7 candles going and dripped wax until I was yelling. By what they related, they had completely sealed my cunt and asshole shut with wax. They told me about it and did so in lewd terms that my holes were out of business and were theirs, that I was a useless whore this way. I was so turned on by this and their talk; I don’t know why. But my gad they got to me. For a long time they just sat there and talked. The wax was dried and my cunt felt so strange. Then they started picking at it.  

They kept coming up with these ludicrous ideas. Somebody and I think it was a combination of Karen, Lucy, Beth and Erica came up with this bizarre scenario that they kept spinning.  

Which was … One of them talked about how the ice cream truck came through the neighborhood in the summer, this kid tune music playing and kids and moms rushing out, stopping the truck and buying ice cream cones and such. They turned this into a farce of buying an old ice cream truck type thing, painting pictures of me half naked on the side of the truck and playing adult type music, jive tunes and stripper music, having me in the back and moms and girls coming out, paying a couple of bucks to get a look at the slut, maybe climb in and get sucked off for a few bucks more. They sat there drinking and spinning that trying to figure out how much money they’d need to buy an old truck and how much money they could make. They were rolling in laughter. Erica said we don’t need a truck, they could use the Suburban, put me and my cage in the back, turn the radio up loud and cruise through the streets and people would still come running out with money.  By this time they were in stitches. Karen came over and literally rattled my cage and asked what I thought about that.

Her other brain storm and Whitney’s too is to rent a house close to theirs this summer and charge for black girls to come in and do me for money. This just went on and on. While all of this nonsense was spinning around, they’d unlocked the cage door and would slide my rabbit against the wax and tease me. They pulled the wax off, dipped fingers in my cunt and laugh that I was getting wet about all this. I know this went on until well after midnight because they had the TV on and were watching some black comedy show and also a dance show.  

Then they changed to the topic of how they were going to finish me off, where everybody was going to sleep, should I sleep in the cage or what.  

Karen decided they should fuck in a bed. So they had me crawl out and led me, dripping with piss and took me downstairs to the lower level bedroom. I wiped some of the piss off me, pulled the coverlet back so as not to stain it and put layers of towels over the sheets. They had me lie on my back with my legs apart, got the strappy and started. Karen fucked me first. Kendra slid over my face and pressed her cunt down on me. I ate her and sucked her off while Karen fucked me and bitched at me about being hers. From there it again was a rotation of girls mounting my face, me sucking ass and pussy or fingering them or both and some of them fucking me. I’m pretty sure every one of them had a cumm in one way or the other. This went on until some ungodly hour of the morning. Truthfully, I was worn out. Whitney led me to the lower level bathroom and had me shower and clean myself up. She told me we’d sleep together but she had her standards and she wasn’t about to sleep with a whore reeking of piss.  

The girls put fresh sheets on the lower level bed. Shanay and Derita slept in that bed, Lucy and Kendra on the two lower level sofas. Whitney, Karen and I went to my king sized bed and slept. Beth and Erica slept in the guest room.  

The next morning, I got up around 9:00 I think, not sure. Whitney got up shortly after I did. We had coffee and went straight back to bed and slept until around 11:00. When we woke, I sucked her off while Karen watched and then I rubbed her off.  Sometime around 11:30 everybody was up; Whitney, Charene and I fixed breakfast, eggs bacon toast, for all. For about an hour Whitney had the girls help me clean some things and get the party atmosphere out.  By about 1:45 I think everybody was gone. This has to go down as one of the most complete weekends ever and it is so different doing it at my house. My gad is it ever. The humiliation factor was immense. 

The strange thing is, if asked, I’d do it all over again, especially with Karen and her girls. My bad, Eve.

Jan 6-7, 2012: Weekend at Home. Part 2

Around 10:00 on Friday evening, Molly came back with Stephanie, Rhonda, Kristie and Julie. The funny thing was they also brought Linda, literally dragging her in. Within minutes she’d been stripped naked and passed around to the black girls. If you remember, Linda is not a fan of black girls and freaked a bit that one time Katrina and some others used her in Katrina’s playroom. Zamara took an interest and was all over her.  

I was tied between the columns separating the foyer from the parlor and got my pussy spanked. Whitney and Molly took turns swatting my pussy with their palm of their hand, asking me who this pussy belongs to. When I’d say “you ma’am, to Molly” Whitney would jump in and say she thought it was her pussy and slap it until I said it’s yours, ma’am. This game went back and forth; Rona joined in, too. Some of the girls slapped my butt. This was around 11:00 that night. For a while this was more of a taunting, teasing game but the pussy smacks got more serious. Rona, I remember, would smack my pussy and ask if I was in pain. I said a little bit. She said then we have to make it worse and asked Katrina if they could make it bad on me and once again related how much she enjoyed reading what Sophia and her girls did to me in my storage room.  

Katrina very coolly said something like …. I don’t think the slut is in any position to deny anyone anything. Just before midnight they took me down to the storage room and brought everything with them … drinks, toy bag, everything. Everybody came down including Zamara dragging Linda. Katrina inserting my vibrating butt plug, tested on me then gave the remote to one of the girls. After some conversation between the main girls about what to do, they put the suspension cuffs on my wrists, took one of the three ladders we have stored in that room, climbed up and ran chains from the cuffs to the overhead beams but left a little slack in the chains.  

Rona became the instigator. She took the crop and started hitting my butt and I’d jerk and wiggle. That excited her and she kept hitting me, not super hard but enough to cause me to jerk around and sway. She’d say, come on bitch, shake that booty, hit me and I’d jump around. This went on for a while, her hitting my thighs, tummy, tits, and cunt. She’d ask, does this hurt, I’d say yes ma’am, and she’d laugh. Whoever had the remote to the plug would give me a zap and I’d yell. A lot of the other girls but primarily Alex, Stephanie and Kristie, the really mean ones in the crowd, also joined in hitting me with a paddle, Katrina’s flogger and my crop until I was constantly moving around and dancing to avoid the blows. If I stopped, somebody would hit me to keep me moving. From my perspective, Rona was in heaven and kept telling me this was what she wanted to see. Somehow this took a racial twist with all the black girls swatting me, then Alex and her girls and Molly’s crew, all taking turns like they wanted to see who could be the meanest and make me move around the most. Katrina mainly watched. 

I noticed Rona looking around the room at some of the miscellaneous stuff we have stored down there and I could see her mind working. She got a plastic bucket then went to the back corner where we have some pieces of wood propped against the wall and selected a long piece of wood.  She went to Katrina and Whitney, then she and Annie talked and I heard Annie laugh something about she wasn’t studying industrial design for nothing; of course it’ll work.  

Rona, with Annie’s help through all this part, tied ropes from my ankles to the ends of the wood so my legs were spread extremely wide apart then sorted through the ropes from my bag and selected the longest piece. She came to me, gave me a brutal kiss and told me she was going to love this. She doubled the rope, ran it around my waist, knotted it in back and brought up between my legs, twisted it several times an embedded it in my cunt. With the long end of the rope in her hand she climbed the ladder and ran it across a thick plastic pipe hanging just under the ceiling then dropped the remaining length of the rope which almost reached the floor. She tied the handle of the bucket to the rope and let it sway about 3 feet off the floor. 

She got the girls in a huddle, talked softly until they started laughing. Two girls went upstairs. I stood there in trepidation waiting for this to unfold. Katrina had this grin on her face like I seldom see.

In a couple of minutes the girls who went upstairs returned with two plastic pitchers and filled them with water in the lower level bathroom. They began slowly pouring water into the bucket. The weight of the water in the bucket tightened the rope embedded in my cunt and run over the pipe, tighter. The more they poured in the bucket made it sink lower and I felt that much more pain. I was yelling my head off. The black girls attached clamps to my nipples and added weights and told me they wanted to see how far they’d stretch. More screams from me. For a while they just let me moan and beg and sometimes swat my ass hard to make me jerk around. Whoever had the remote zapped my ass constantly. 

The whole atmosphere in the room (it’s about 12’ by 20’) was party, party: music, dancing, drinking, everybody intermingling like it was a sorority rush. Sometimes they ignored me like I wasn’t there and other times various girls would come over and tease me, pinch me and generally driving me insane. (More about Linda shortly)  

They attached my new wand into an electrical outlet across from me and began buzzing my cunt. I tied to move to avoid it but every time I did the rope between my cunt lips just dug into me more. This was Rona and Annie. They kept zapping my cunt, take it away then put it against me. The anal plug kept going off, the tit weights swayed as I moved and I totally lost it and squirted and came in a constant scream. I squirted halfway across the room like someone turned on a fire hose. They waited a few minutes then zapped me again and I came and cried. I slumped in the cuffs until my knees were bent. Rona, Stephanie, Kristie and I think Alex, whipped me more and yelled things at me that a whore like me should be able to take it. They kept asking me if I wanted it again and I begged no. Some of them whipped me and kept saying … wrong answer. Finally I said yes. Stephanie is the one who zapped me off to a third orgasm. My cunt was totally numb like it didn’t even belong to me; I can’t describe it. 

Linda, through all this, was naked and tied to a chair about 4-5 feet in front of me. My first squirt splashed on her. They told her she’d be next and would get was I was getting unless she begged to eat black ass. She and I traded glances; her eyes were as big as saucers. Linda is not into the pain thing nor heavy b and d.  She said she’d suck ass but they made her beg to do it. She started begging to suck their asses until all of them, even Molly and her crew were doubled over laughing. Zamara was the first to stick an ass back at her. Worse yet, she as well as the other girls who followed, did not push their asses back against Linda’s face, but made it so she had to lean forward a bit and go for the hole. Tori, the second girl who presented her an ass, said she wasn’t doing a convincing job, slapped her and clamped her nipples; she went nuts begging for the clamps to come off.  They spit at her and told her to get busy sucking ass and maybe they’d be nice to her. They turned Linda’s chair sideways so I could see her face buried between those black ass cheeks (hot). They also told Linda they were going to keeping torturing me, making me cumm until I passed out if necessary, until she’d eaten every one of them. That, to me, was extremely diabolical and this is when I got the second and third orgasm from the wand. One by one Rona’s girls, Whitney, Jessie and even Katrina, too, backed their bare ass up to her face and she started sucking. 

They removed my nipple clamps but left me strung up to watch Linda get what had to be one of her worst nightmares. Between girls, Stephanie or Rhonda would whip Linda’s tits and make her ask for the next black ass. I don’t remember the order she did them in but Alex, Maria and Juanita got their butts licked as well.  

They didn’t hit me hard but anything was wicked at this point. They did remove the spreader bar from my feet but kept the bucket thing and the twisted rope buried in my cunt connected. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that having my feet free and swaying while getting beaten made the rope in my cunt that much more painful. When I’d yell, they’d bitch at Linda that she was causing my cunt more pain by being so slow and not pushing her tongue into their holes. I’m sure Linda knew I was hurting and that presented a powerful dilemma for her. 

This game finally and mercifully came to a conclusion. They untied Linda from the chair and shoved her to the floor. There were three strappys there; mine, Katrina’s and Rona’s.  They started fucking her pussy and ass while I hung there still strung up to the ceiling and watched. I don’t know who or how many fucked her but it was primarily Rona’s crew with Stephanie, Alex and Molly standing around shouting insults at her. I know Kristie and Maria were well occupied beating my ass. When Linda was fucked just short of dazed, the girls removed my cunt rope, unchained me and removed the anal plug. I sank to the floor. They had me crawl to Linda and kiss her pussy then lick my squirt mess off the floor.  

That finished me for the evening. We came back upstairs; It was 2:12 in the morning. Rona, Molly and Whitney and I ended up in my bed. I ate all three of them again. Rona left to go find Linda. I kissed Whitney and Molly and fell asleep. 

Saturday morning I got up around 8:00 and stumbled to the computer leaving Whitney and Molly still asleep. I talked to you some and then wandered downstairs to make coffee.  Jessie was sleeping on the sofa in the great room and I tried not to disturb her.  What I found out since last night is Katrina and Rhonda slept in the downstairs bedroom together so I don’t have to ask what happened. Rona and Stephanie ended up sleeping with Linda and fucking her half the night. As for the rest of them, I really don’t know.  

Alex and her girls were the first to leave, around 10:00, since one of them was supposed to be at work. By 11:00 about everybody except Katrina and Rhonda had stumbled out of bed. I’d previously snuck in a shower which helped clear my mind. I fixed pancakes and eggs for breakfast which some of the girls ate; the rest just had coffee of fruit. There are four full bathrooms in the house so most of the girls found their way there for a shower. There was no fucking or sex for a while since everybody was hung over or dragged out.  

However, when Molly walked in she started bitching at me and Linda, asking why we were standing around like normal people. She turned to the black girls and said she wanted to show them how she treats her bitches. She told Linda, who’d thrown on a blouse and panties, to get naked.  Then she told both of us to get busy playing with each other, she didn’t give a damn if we were horny or not; we’d put on a show for the black girls. I had no inclination to have sex at that moment but Molly was in one of her determined moods plus the black girls started jeering and pushing us. Linda and I ended up in each other’s arms and started kissing and fondling. That progressed to both of us being pushed to the kitchen floor and them moving us to a 69 position. It wasn’t raw passion but more of an obligatory fuck to entertain the black girls and, to me, give Molly some degree of status.  However, after we’d sucked each other and fingered each other’s asses, Rona got a bag of carrots out of the fridge and told Molly she’d like to see us use these. (Another Rona fetish: strange objects shoved up holes.) Molly didn’t bat an eye and dumped the carrots on the floor and told us to please her new friends. We started carrot fucking each other. Though I was somewhat moist I wasn’t super wet. Molly took care of that and found a bottle of olive oil in the cabinet by the stove and poured that over the carrots and us. (So much for my morning shower.)  We shoved carrots into each other’s holes. The atmosphere was getting a livelier, clapping and some more drinking, though I still felt more like a puppet and somebody controlling the strings.  

The commotion brought Katrina and Rhonda up from downstairs. Molly kept bitching at us, kicking us with her foot as did Kristie and telling us we’d better make each other cumm. Linda managed a cumm, I was so sore but with clitoral stimulation, I did. Molly pissed on us, in her words, just because she could, and invited Rona to do the same. Linda and I just lay in the floor and took it, not only from her but from several others. Rona told Molly she was cool and she should find them more white bitches to play with.  

Jan 6, 2012: Weekend at Home. Part 1

Friday 11:40am until 10:00pm.

This morning I got naked about 8:00 and informed my owners. We agreed to wait a couple of hours to start things so I showered, primped and set things out then waited. Around 1140 Katrina and Whitney arrived. Katrina said we had some time to ourselves and my first obligation was to her. I clearly understood her meaning and dropped to my knees where she was sitting. I kissed her panties, removed them when she gave permission and worshiped her cunt until she was satisfied. I turned my attention to Whitney and did much the same to her.   

About 12:30ish, Rona, Tori, Zamara and Annie, Rona’s other friend, arrived. I met them naked and endured their predictable insults and laughs and them shoving me from one to the other. Annie, 20, stood about six feet tall, somewhat full figured with slicked back hair worked into a twist at the back of her head.  Katrina suggested I gave them a tour of all three levels of the house, starting upstairs where my study and the bedrooms are, then the main level, and finally down to the walk out level. I showed Rona the large storage room tucked away at the back of the lower level. She’d read the blog about how I’d been used there by Sophia and two of her friends over a year ago. I showed her the cage, still disassembled, but at Katrina’s scolding, dragged it out to the lower level family room.  Throughout the house tour, I noticed Whitney and Rona whispering back and forth and they seemed quite comfortable with each other. 

I stayed on the lower level with Whitney and the girls while Katrina and Rona went upstairs. Whitney pulled a set of handcuffs from the front pocket of her jeans, cuffed my hands behind me and added my collar and leash, then blindfolded me with a strip of dark cloth. When Katrina and Rona returned, they opened the French doors to the lower patio and shoved me outside. Though there’s not much chance any of the neighbors would see due to the distance between houses and the woods, it’s still a freaky feeling, especially when I couldn’t see or had no clue was happening. They pushed me to my knees on the concrete patio and had me bend forward. Someone lubed my ass and I had this sinister feeling I knew what was next. I felt the nozzle of my enema bag inserted in my ass and I chilled. One of them said it was milk, water, soap, and rum.  

The humiliation factor kicked in quickly. Being naked outside and surrounded by six black women is within itself enough but getting an enema in broad daylight while handcuffed and blindfolded within my own premises gave me a feeling of their complete control. Though the day was sunny and relatively mild, the air was still chilled and the cold mixture of whatever going inside me made me shiver. My nipples were rock hard. They filled me while I groaned, then withdrew the nozzle. I stayed bent over feeling my guts gurgle and cramp until I couldn’t take it anymore. I spewed my mess across the patio and probably out into the yard while they snickered. After a few degrading remarks they hosed me off with cold water which was awful.  

They pulled me to my feet and led me back inside, up the stairs to the main level and led me into the great room where they threw me over the ottoman face down, knees on the floor and left me there. They went over to the kitchen and by the sounds of things, were diving into the tray of sandwiches I’d made earlier and helping themselves to beers or something. They returned to the great room and removed the blindfold. Rona’s crew stripped and got my strappy and another one they brought. Rona talked about how blacks like ass fucking a white woman just to prove their superiority. She settled behind me and went first and I sucked the strappy Zamara had. All of them took turns fucking my ass or my cunt. After an extended period of fucking, I was released and told to start sucking cunt. I was on my knees in front of Rona. One of the girls rubbed my pussy while I finished Rona and moved to Tori. She let me lick her then had me suck her tits, then went back to her pussy. 

I’d moved to Zamara when someone came in the front door. I heard Molly’s voice in the front foyer and could tell she was pissed off. I stopped eating Zamara. There was more bickering then Katrina’s voice telling people to calm down. I totally lost focus on Zamara’s pussy. She got up and headed for the parlor. I heard Katrina say for someone to shut up and things quieted down. Minutes later all of the black girls plus Molly and Stephanie came back to the great room. Molly stared at me as if she would strangle me then she turned to Katrina. She, Katrina and Whitney went upstairs. Stephanie stayed down with Rona’s girls. I don’t know what was said upstairs but Stephanie started swapping slut stories with them, got a beer and acted like nothing happened.  

A few minutes later Katrina came down and apparently left Whitney and Molly upstairs to talk. When they came down, whatever differences previously existed seemed to have passed. It took a few minutes for things to get going again. People took potty breaks and virtually everybody was texting somebody. Zamara pulled me back over and I picked up where I left off then went to Annie. Molly and Stephanie watched for a while, talked with Katrina and I heard them scheming. They left but said they’d see me again tonight. 

I continued playing with Rona’s girls and Whitney, a lot of loving up to their bodies and being passed around. They did a lot of experimenting on my nipples; clamping them, adding weights and letting them drop just to test the resiliency and tolerance. Rona also stuck my tits with a pin which I’m not too fond of.  Jessie, Whitney’s friend, arrived during this and I turned my attention to her for a while. 

Rona wanted to go back downstairs and check out some things. I followed and crawled in the cage for her. She liked the visual but said it’s too confining. She let me out and took me into the storage room and had me stand against a wall like my hands were tied above my head to the ceiling rafters. At that point there were no toys down there. She closed the door, stayed inside the room and turned out the light. The room is totally dark; not a window in the place and the walls and ceiling are unfinished but insulated. Two of the walls are concrete block and its almost sound proof except you can hear people walking above on the main level. I could hear her saying oh gad yes. She turned the lights on and leaned against the wall and masturbated some then had me come over and suck her off.  She said my house was so damn perfect and she loved this room.   

We went upstairs and I fixed supper for everybody. After dinner, I slipped upstairs to the computer and sent you a note around 9:30 until Katrina told me to get downstairs; people were coming. I went down. Alex came with Maria and a girl I’d never met named Juanita, a somewhat chubby Latino.

Jan 4, 2012: Down the Street

Over the holidays, at the neighborhood Christmas party, I bumped into a fairly new woman in the neighborhood and we really seemed to hit it off.  Throughout the evening we kept finding each other and around 11:00pm, we found each other again in the kitchen. I was sitting on a stool along one side of the island and she was off to my left, just around the corner of the island. She leaned into me across the island, her face about 2 inches from me and told me she thought Americans were so uptight about sex and too concerned with being politically correct, in Europe people do what they feel like. She leaned closer and kissed the hell out of me right in from of probably 10-15 people, then slid her face against my left cheek and flickeed my ear lobe with her tongue and wee stared into each others eyes. She said she'd like to see me and thats all it took.  We agree to get together.

So on January 4th we met. I went down just before noon. She greeted me at the door and I don’t think we’d said 10 words before we started hugging and kissing each other. That quickly progressed to hands all over each other and deeper kissing. She said something about she’d fixed lunch but I told her what I needed was right in front of me. We stood there and kept kissing until she said lets go upstairs and led me to a spare bedroom.

We were both pulling each other’s clothes off like two teenagers in heat until we got down top bras and panties, hers being a thong, mine being slut panties. I took her bra off and started sucking her nipples, long, hard, with dark aureoles. She yanked mine off and still hugging me, pushed me back to the bed on my back. After kissing my nipples, she didn’t even bother to take my panties off and settled in between my legs and went straight for my cunt. I told her I wanted her too, implying a 69 but she told me to lie there, she wanted this first. She was all over my cunt, mouth, tongue, teeth and fingers. I had my hands in her hair and my legs as wide as possible. She tantalized me with clitoral stimulation then ate me off. Then she came up to my lips and kissed me again.

I begged for her cunt and she spun around and gave me her pussy  … trimmed, super lubricated and warm … I licked her off, grabbed her hips tightly against my face and alternated my tongue between her pussy and asshole. She picked up on that and while she ate me again, slipped a finger in mine. Our arms were around each other and I flipped her over so I was on top and kept eating her. She had a couple of strong orgasms and I had another.

We moved out of the 69 and went back to more deep kissing, sharing each other’s cumm. By now she was on top of me again and I sucked her hanging breasts, slightly larger than mine, and teased, sucked and nibbled at her nipples.

We stopped and took a quick pee break. When I came out of the bathroom, she was by the bed with a collection of dildos. She showed me one, a pink flexible thing about 8-10 inches long, ribbed and lifelike. She said she keeps them locked away most of the time, brings them out when she’s alone. She laid back, me halfway hugging her and I started fucking her with her favorite toy.  She came and rolled toward me for a deeper hug as she did. When she’d ebbed again, I slipped behind her and kissed her rose, poked my tongue in as much as I could and she squealed like an animal. I kept a hand over her clit and brought her off again.

She lay on her back saying she was exhausted but felt she should make me cumm again. I told her I was fine and was more focused on her cumm at the moment. We kissed again and she picked up another dildo, a purple gel one, and eased that into my cunt. She kept fucking me until I lay back and put my legs over my head and let her drive me to another orgasm.

That pretty much exhausted both of us. We peed again and threw on robes. I helped her strip the soiled sheets off the bed and freshen the room until we went downstairs.

We reheated the lunch she made (she’s an excellent cook) drank some wine and talked. I told her I thought she was one hot fuck. She said her hub has no idea she enjoys sex with women and we’d have to be very careful and space our visits out. I told her I had a fair degree of freedom and could do things on a short notice. We did discuss the probability of renting a motel room and sharing the cost. I did not tell her anything about my past.