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Blog 12 04 19 Rhonda and Jill

Rhonda and I talked mid-morning. I reiterated that I’d been a bad girl and needed a spanking. She kidded me, indicted she’d be over around 1030 and looked forward to doing my butt. Then she added that she was seriously thinking about bringing a friend, someone I’d never met, and how would I feel about getting spanked in front of a new person. I told her I’d rather not, that I preferred some alone time with her. She said it’s just something to think about and clicked off the call. 

Obviously her “bring a friend over” comment made me on edgy but she usually isn’t one to spring surprises on me and I viewed it in that context. I dressed and put on thigh highs, heels and threw a robe around me. Shortly after 1030 she pulled in the driveway. I went to the front window and saw her and a tall blonde girl get out of the car. I cringed; I can’t tell you how many times this scenario has unfolded; me watching from my front windows as new girls head to my front door.  

Nonetheless, Rhonda introduced Jill, an early 20’s freckle-faced tall lanky blonde. Jill eyed me with suspicion; both of us seemed somewhat uncertain but again, though embarrassing, I’m used to that. We spend a somewhat stilted 5-10 minutes, me pouring wine for all of us and confirming to Jill that Rhonda and a number of girls use me in different circumstances. I tried to make it seem as innocent as possible but my flushed face and Rhonda’s giggling didn’t help matters. Finally Jill said something like … if Eve wants a spanking, she’d love to watch how this unfolds. We went upstairs to my bedroom and Rhonda told me to lose the robe and stop trying to be modest. I removed the robe and faced them. Jill asked how old I was; I told her and she said I had a good body and having a mature woman undress for her was a cherry.  

Rhonda told me to drop the pretenses and explain what I’d done. She sat on the edge of the bed, Jill in one of the two swivel chairs by the bay window overlooking the backyard and the woods beyond.  

I told them, looking at Rhonda most of the time, about my impromptu meeting with Sandra, that an innocent trip to the grocery store had ended in a tryst in a motel. Rhonda hurled questions at me for more details and I gave them. Finally she turned to Jill and asked if she’d ever heard of anybody like me and does she deserve a spanking or not?  Jill said her mom had a friend who wasn’t too different and that secondly, if this were taking place on her family’s farm back in Kentucky, a spanking would be minor, that more than likely I’d be dragged out to the barn and be whipped for such behavior. That remark went straight to my cunt and I cringed.  

Rhonda told me to get my toy bag, the paddle, my crop, and a hairbrush. I did so and laid the items on top of my dresser. She ordered me get up on the bed and had me on all fours so my ass was pointing back toward Jill, then had press my legs together. Rhonda teased me by dragging her fingernails over my buttocks and thighs then started slapping me intermittently with her hand and chiding me about Sandra.

It’s odd but I began to think of my behavior as a never ending cycle of fucking and how one event leads to another and how people of all ages and races use me. I felt that I must exude some special look or scent that makes me as easy pickings for sex.  

Rhonda slapped me harder, traced her fingers against my cunt and taunted me and asked if this was what I wanted and was getting this spanking making me feel better. I told her straight pout that I wanted it and liked it. She asked if I liked getting spanking in front of Jill; again, I said yes. Then she asked how many people I would like to be spanked in front of, 5, 10, 15 or maybe more. Then Jill threw out that maybe in front of her whole sorority house with the pledge paddle might be appropriate. Rhonda laughed; I cringed again. 

Jill got up to join her. They decided one would swat my right butt cheek, the other my left butt cheek and they started in earnest. I was grunting with every stroke until I was constantly moaning. They went al over my ass cheeks and down the backs of my thighs until I was breathless. Rhonda asked me if I wanted more, I nodded yes. She picked up the hair brush, Jill the small leather narrow paddle and they really started in on me and kept going until my ass was warm to the touch and stinging. By now, I was totally with it, encouraging them on.

Rhonda knew it and told Jill that I could probably be spanked to a cumm which Jill said she’d love to see. We went through this dance of words, Rhonda prodding me to tell Jill, me moaning out my slutty cravings and Jill picking at me with her own words until I asked them to spank me to a cumm. I opened my knees enough to expose my cunt more (I was still basically on my elbows and knees) and wiggled my hips around. They did more with the crop on my asshole and cunt lips. I kept going into this slut routine of begging them to do it until I started screaming that I was about to cumm. I simply let go and came. I remember Jill shouting but I really didn’t care.

It didn’t stop there. Rhonda hooked up my wand and rubbed the head of it over my asshole, down through my slit, briefly touched my clit then my nipples and just went back and forth, I was swaying my hips around trying to anticipate where she’d touch me next, just reacting like some greedy slut wanting another cumm. Finally she pressed the head of the wand lightly above my clit and let the vibrations rock through me. I collapsed in another orgasm.  

Rhonda stripped, climbed on the bed and slid her pussy against my face. I buried my head in her and licked her, and tongued her cunt. I also took the wand from her and ran it up and down her inner thighs. Jill picked up the paddle and started hitting my ass again. I brought Rhonda off easily, did it again and licked her clean. I turned to Jill and told her I wanted her, too. She got on the bed with us. Somehow I wrestled her out of her jeans and shirt and stared kissing her cunt though her panties. Jill took her bra off and moved up to her tits. She’s probably a C cup, small nipples, a few sexy freckles around the tops of her tits. I slid her panties off. She’s natural, wispy and a cute butt but basically slim, athletic body. When I went to her pussy, she started asking if mommy wants some cumm. I took her lead and told her mommy has the hots for her and wants to suck her pussy. We took that approach, her telling me I was a naughty mommy. The best I can describe it is … hot, raw and sexy; far more direct than what I did with Marianne several months ago. She’d tease me like … does mommy have a sore ass, does she like pussy, does she like to get spanked and cumm in front of other people, is mommy a slut.. all that kind of stuff. I really played into it and told her mommy was the biggest slut and would do anything for pussy.  

I ended up on my back, Jill straddling my face and Rhonda holding my legs up so she could keep slapping my cunt and ass cheeks. Jill took some extra effort. I let her ride my face but I finally took a dildo and gave her penetration along with licking her clit. When she came, though, it was unmistakable. She told me I was good, and I thanked her..  

We did some rubbing, nipples play and sucking but that was mostly to wind down. Jill had an afternoon class so they dressed and left shortly after 1:00. For me it was really a pleasant afternoon. Good sex, good people. I got what I needed, so did they. Thanks so much.

Apr 17, 2012: Saundra Ann

Heres what happened this afternoon!

About 12:30 I pulled into the grocery store parking lot to pick up a couple of items. As I opened my car door, from the opposite row, a black Mercedes came swishing in too fast drove through the rows and parked next to me headed the opposite way with her driver’s door almost against mine. I quickly pulled my door shut, and then opened it again after she stopped. Under my breath I muttered a curse.

She lowered her heavily tinted window, said she was sorry, did I have enough room to get out.

I made light of it, noticed she was a black woman and said it’s no big deal, I’m a skinny thing.

She said and a good looking one at that.

I laughed and said … remarks like that and I’ll buy you a drink.

She said back, maybe she’d let me.

I stopped dead in my tracks, took a couple of steps toward her driver’s window. I got a strong whiff of her heavy gardenia scented perfume, and saw she was dressed to the nines in a black skirt, black and white print blouse, pattered silk scarf, designer sunglasses, styled hair, probably a few pounds too many but very attractive. By contract I had on a green mini, white shell top, and Birkenstocks.

For about 10 seconds we looked at each other, said nothing. Then she said where are you going?

Me; to get a few items. And you?

To get some candy from the candy store. (There is a great candy store in this plaza.)

She said what about that drink I offered to buy.

I said the offer still stands.

She gave me a look and I knew she was checking me out.

She asked me my name, I asked hers; Saundra Ann.
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I said … chocolate candy and red wine go great together.

She said go buy a bottle, she’d get the candy and we’d have a picnic.

Boldly, I said there aren't any picnic tables close by but there’s a fairly quiet hotel at the traffic circle.

She said … I know, are you interesting in killing a couple hours, that’s all she had.

I said … yes, I like you; you’re hot.

She said she had the feeling I was coming on to her, was I a whore. I shrugged and said, not really but I know how to act like one, especially around someone like you. And besides that, I know you’re coming on to me.

She said go get the fucking wine and get us a coffee from the Starbucks inside the store; she’d get the chocolate.

I walked toward the grocery, she toward the candy store. I tuned to look at her. She did the same. I thought this woman is hot and all about sex.

We got our stuff and met back at the car within 5 minutes.

She said am I serious about this, I said yes or I wouldn’t be here with a bottle of wine.

We got in our respective cars and drove the ½ mile to the hotel. I followed her in; she paid for the room in cash. I followed her up to 204, a room with a king sized bed.

From her purse she pulled out a silver flask, added it to the coffee. She sipped, and I did too. I opened the wine and filled separate glasses for us. Then I turned to kiss her, full on her heavily glossed lips, hot passionate. She broke the kiss and I said I’ll make you feel good.

She said she knew it the moment she laid eyes on me, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. I told her I had a weakness for black women, that I’d had sex with lots of them, from moms to teens. She said I looked like that kind of bitch.  We kissed again. She told me times wasting, show me what I could do.

I started undressing her. She stopped me and said ... you first; she wanted to see what she rented a hotel room for. I stripped naked in about 30 seconds. She ate candy and drank wine while I did. She went gaga over my smooth cunt, said my body had whore written all over it and now undress her.

I went to her, undressed her, and kissed her as I did so. Gorgeous designer clothes, exquisite lingerie, panty hose, heels, until she was naked just like I was… great tits, thick middle, sumptuous ass, good legs. She told me to fold her clothes up nice and neat. I did. She asked if I liked following orders I told her I love being told what to do and you do not have to be delicate about it or how you treat me. She said tell me more. I told her, I do indeed serve back women and most of them treat me rough like I’m their slut. She said like what, I said like slapping, hair pulling, worse, about anything they want to do to me and I love it.

She came to me, kissed me hard on the lips, bit me, then slapped the hell out of my face and said, “like that?” I said, like that. She said finish your wine, bitch. I did.

She grabbed my hair and twisted it, found a nipple with her other hand and pinched it. Asked is that what I need. I blurted out YES. She said what comes after yes, I said Ma'am.

She said Gawd yes, eat me. She laid on the bed, legs wide, candy beside her, wine in her hand me between her legs. I took a mouth full of chocolate and wine, squished them around in my mouth and deposited it on her cunt and then started licking. She said “O Jesus fucking Christ.” I kept going and licking, eating, tried to stop doing everything at once like some greedy teenager. I went to her hole, she pulled her legs back and I squashed candy against her hole, ate and licked it off, took a gulp of wine and licked her ass.

She kept saying you are a whore you are a whore. Omg u ass sucking white bitch whore. I told her that’s what I am. I had my face in her ass, my nose in her cunt, my hands up on her tits. She went off and flooded me with cumm and squirt. She got her breath and said let me see your face. I rose to show her. She called me messy face, took chocolate covered cherries and squashed them in her hand and rubbed gooey chocolate over my face. She said that looks like shit. I said I know, black women had rubbed shit on me.

She grabbed my hair again, pulled me up to the bed. I was on my back; she straddled me in a 69, told me to get my chocolate covered shit face back in her pussy. I did. She put her face in my cunt and nibbled and pulled my lips with her teeth until I yelled. She told me to get fingers in her. I put 3 in easily; begin pumping her, eating her. She fingered me and bit my clit. She yelled she was going to wash that chocolate shit off my face. Groaned and squirted about twice as much as before, all over me, then came and bit the hell out of my lips and pinched my clit. I exploded. 

I’d barely settled down and she was slapping my cunt, asking did black women do this to me. I told her hell yes, my cunt belongs to them. She kept slapping me and I knew I’d cumm again. I buried my face again in her cunt and slipped a finger up her ass. She came a third time, I came a second.

We rolled off, side by side exhausted, sweating, and panting. I got her coffee, now cold but still laced with brandy. She downed it like it was iced tea. I gave her mine and poured myself wine. We munched chocolate and talked.

She asked what I did; I told her and asked her. She said she’s the minister of music at a large church. I laughed and said which one. She declined to be specific but said it pays well. I snickered and said it must, that there’s nothing shabby about you from your car to your panties. She said that’s the way I am. I said I’m used to that, I do serve some very classy women. She asked who, I said I can’t tell you but I’ve been taught by some of the finest. We talked a bit more.

She said its 2:30 and she had to leave by 3:00 to pick up her daughter at school. I snickered and said tell her to take the bus, I’d fuck her again. She said its private school. I asked how old her daughter was, she said 14. I asked if she was as hot as she was.

Her answer: Tiffany and yes she’s hot. Had I ever fucked a 14 y/o. I said several times. She laughed and said I was a slut. I said yes, we established that about 2 hours ago and I’d love to meet Tiffany. She said she’d have to think about that; for now she wanted another cumm.

She rearranged the pillows, propped on the bed; I cuddled against her and sucked her nipples, fondled her breasts and began fingering her with my right hand. We did this some until she said she wanted my mouth back on her pussy and ass. I quickly shifted around. I ate her off again then sucked her ass, rubbed her clit some ever so lightly until she came again.

She kissed me, said I was a find. I told her I’m usually around did she want my number. We traded phone numbers but she said she’d call me soon and not to hound her.

Both of us washed up and dressed. I offered to split the hotel bill with her and get this: she said, no, it’ll go on her expense account. I about rolled with laughter.

She left. I came home got here about an hour ago. Unreal.

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