Sept 7, 2012: MW and Her Guests

Friday the 7th, I went to Mw’s to meet her friends, Roxanne ("Roxy") and Barbara, who were in town for a four-day national convention.    

Barbara was in her mid to late 50’s, hair pulled back in a bun, streaks of gray, shapely in a matronly sort of way and immaculately dressed. She seemed quiet and reserved. There were rings of some description on almost every finger, layers of necklaces and dangling turquoise earrings. 

Roxy, on the other hand, right from the get-go, was the opposite, more youthful in appearance, toned and her hair in cornrows adorned with beads. She was probably 5-6 inches taller than Barbara, and probably approaching 6 feet tall. Though she looks to be in her late 30’s, she’s closer to Mw’s age. She’s some type of political activist and researcher.

Mw was her usual “not a hair out of place” self and all smiles. Louise, her maid, had the day off. As MW put it, she didn't want Louise’s presence to conflict with anyone’s sensitivities.

Before we got down to the purpose of my visit, Mw directed me to the kitchen and said I’d find some premixed Long Island Iced tea in a pitcher and petite sandwiches and sweet pickles on a tray in the fridge. I did my thing and served them as Fran taught me years ago. We sat in the back part of her sumptuous living room overlooking the patio and back yard, did a little bit of “getting to know you” and discussed the activities in town during the past few days.

Barbara never really seemed comfortable. I won’t go into it but within an hour, she said her goodbyes and went to the airport. Mw was obviously disappointed but did not comment.

Roxy became more direct now, referenced my blog, put $200 on the coffee table and said that’s mine if I please her. I told her that’s why I’m here. We finished our drinks then she told me to stand and remove my clothes as she directed; first, the blouse, then the skirt. She had me strut a little to entice her. In bra, panties, thigh highs and heels I unashamedly teased her. She had me remove the bra then ran her hands over my tits until I had goose bumps from her touch. When she told me to, I lowered my panties, gave them to her and spread my pussy. She slid fingers into me then had me lick them. I turned and spread my ass cheeks for her. She noticed the fading bruises from the sorority paddling the previous weekend. I gave them the story. Roxy said she’d add to that misery and as if to punctuate her intentions, traced her finger around my rim then slapped my ass.

By now, I was obviously on fire.

She stood and I undressed her down to lingerie. Her body really turned me on and I told her so. Mw tactfully suggested we continue this drama in the dungeon. Roxy picked up the money waved it in my face and said she was itching to get me. I gathered Roxy’s clothes and mine and followed them downstairs.  

Roxy had seen the room earlier in the week. Since she only lives about 2 1/2 hours away, she insisted on an invitation to the next fuck party. Mw said that’s a given.

Instead of taking me to a piece of equipment, Roxy sat on one of the leather sofas and told me to come get her. I knelt and removed her panties then she directed me to sniff, kiss and lick, never making any prolonged contact. I think this drove her about as insane as it did me. I teased her inner thighs, outer lips, and abdomen and now bared breasts. When the time was right, she grabbed my hair, slapped me and forced my mouth to her pussy. I licked her and used a vibe to bring her to orgasm.

She relaxed and made jokes about my white face buried in her black snatch. She told me she wanted my face in her ass and I shamelessly acknowledged my role as her ass-sucking whore. We pushed a leather footstool in front of a large 3-way floor length mirror, a new addition to mw’s playroom since my last visit in May, so she could watch me eat her ass. She sprawled on her tummy across the footstool and wiggled her ass back at me. Mw adjusted the two movable panels to Roxy’s satisfaction so she could see everything.

Mw stripped down to a red boots and a red corselet that pushed her boobs out the top and accentuated the flair of her hips … sexy as hell. She had a crop and told me to get my face where it belonged. I pulled Roxy’s cheeks apart and licked through her slit, rimmed her and started sucking ass. Mw beat my ass. Between Roxy moaning and yelling plus mw’s verbal and beating, I made serious love to Roxy’s ass and worshipped her. It felt so damn natural; I’d missed this. I added my adoration for her ass. It was hot and went on forever. I touched her swollen clit and she exploded. I told her how much I loved sucking her and licking her cumm. Mw kept beating me and I kept Roxy going until she told me to stop. I fixed drinks for us while Roxy recovered.

She told me to get my pussy warmed up. I sat on a bar stool, picked up the vibe and fucked   myself to the edge and asked permission to cumm. They denied it.

Roxy pulled me off the bar stool and positioned me on all fours in front of the sofa. She knelt behind me, slightly off to my left, and stuck fingers in my cunt and began pumping me. she grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and without warning, eased her whole hand into me. I yelled; she and mw, who was now sitting on the sofa, laughed.

Roxy continually manipulated her hand inside my cunt, keeping a death grip on my hair with her left hand. I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything except groan. I felt like she was splitting me apart. Trapped between her hand in my cunt and her grip on my hair; I felt so totally controlled, taken and degraded. She worked my cunt and hissed that I was now hers. I blurted out “yes”.

Mw by now had her legs apart and told me to crawl over and eat her. Though she was probably only 2-3 feet away from me, I felt frozen where I was due to the pressure inside my cunt from Roxy’s fist. But mw taunted me, pulled her lips open and told me to get over there. Somehow, I struggled through about 2 pathetic crawl motions and reached her as they laughed at my obvious suffering. I sucked her while Roxy continued controlling my cunt and hair.

I sucked mw’s pussy while Roxy continued tormenting my cunt. Mw pulled her legs back so I could lick and suck her hole and massage her perineum with my tongue. What flashed through my tormented mind was that my tongue and mouth became her personal sex toy. After holding back so I’d work her longer, she released the most explosive orgasms that I can recall her having.

Without warning, she pissed in my face and laughed about it. Roxy laughed harder. She slid her fist out. Mw walked around to look at my distended cunt.  She told me to start rubbing my clit. Like some senseless toy and still on hands and knees, I shifted my right hand back to my clit. Admittedly, I was in heat. Both of them dirty talked me. Roxy said she was going to piss in my cunt. Within seconds, I screamed and started cumming. Roxy let go what felt like a river of pee on my cunt, ass and hips, some of which went into my cunt according to her. I tottered between total humiliation and sexual exhilaration and went into lala land with multiple orgasms. I also pissed then melted to the floor in submission.

Instead of letting me lie there, they grabbed my piss soaked hair and dragged me over to the stocks. I was weak and exhausted but Mw locked me in, my upper body parallel to the floor. Both of them got a strappy and a riding crop. Roxy came behind me and flailed my ass then slid her strappy roughly into my ass. It hurt. Mw had her withdraw, apply lube then slide back in. She dirty talked me that she was taking both my slut holes. Mw whipped my hanging tits while she used her strappy to fuck my mouth. Roxy mouthed how much she loved fucking a white bitch’s ass. Mw squatted beside me, whipped my tits and nipples until they were raw then flicked my cunt. I lost it and came again. Mw released me from the stocks and I sank to the floor. Both of them stood over me, I looked up and at that moment thought it was about the most beautiful sight I’d seen in ages. I kissed their feet in humility. Roxy straddled me and rode my face until she came again, then stood and pissed on me.

Mw indicated the session was over and gave me rags and a bucket to clean the pee puddles off the floor. However, she refused to let me clean up or shower which is unusual. She handed me my blouse and skirt and indicated that’s what I’d wear home in addition to my pee soaked thigh highs. Immediately, the thought of walking back into Molly's smelling like piss and cumm, my hair halfway soaked in it, riveted me. Roxy gave me the $200 plus a $50 tip and said she expected me to come see her some weekend.

Mw and Roxy walked me to my car parked in the circle drive. Mw carried my bra in her hands, unfastened the straps and tossed it into the back seat. Before I shut my car door, she said ... “give me the skirt.” I looked at her stunned beyond belief; she’s never been this way before. She said the only reason she allowed the skirt when I dressed downstairs was so I could get to my car without making a spectacle of myself on her property. Reluctantly I raised my hips, removed the skirt and handed it to her. Roxy was in stitches. 

Mw, though, opened the back door of my car and tossed it into floor of the rear seat where I couldn’t reach it without showing my bare ass. She told me I was a good girl, an obedient slut and she didn’t want to put me at too much risk since I’d be fighting rush hour traffic all the way home, some 20-25 miles. She told me, though, now that my living situation is coming together, I need to be mindful of my obligations to the black women in my life. I understood, thanked her and Roxy.

I drove home without incident, thankfully. I didn’t try to stop and retrieve the skirt. When I got to Molly's and into the garage, before I could get it, Molly was at the steps into the mudroom. She immediately sensed my situation and my distinct piss and sex odor from my afternoon. She asked how much I made, I told her. She said give it to her. I did. She slapped me, spit out the word “whore” and told me to clean up. I didn’t know if she was mad or not.

She wasn’t; in fact, she liked the $250 contribution to her party fund. However, she told me I’d stay naked and she was thinking seriously of locking my clothes away for a while because I really didn’t need them except for special occasions. I didn’t question her.

She has indeed done just that; locked my clothes away. I now have to ask her permission; she decides if it’s worthwhile and if so, what she’ll allow me to wear. I wrote this on the 12th and I’ve been naked from the 8th through the 15th. 

Sorry for the delay; I forgot to take it out of draft status.