As soon as Molly got home from classes late Friday morning, she
barked a few orders at me, loaded me in the car and we drove south, presumably to see Karen.
What I didn't know was that Whitney was home for the weekend. When I saw her car in
the driveway, I was totally surprised. We kissed and hugged then went to the
living room.
Whitney scolded me about being her little sister’s slut and
both she and Molly gave me nonstop verbal about this. They also got me in a
twisted mindset and admit that I was turned on by what happened that weekend.
Whitney was in rare form. She threw some zingers at me, that
showing my pussy was expected behavior, my saggy tits best used for fun bags
and verbal humiliation that
would upset most women deeply turned me on. Also among
girls in the black community it’s common knowledge that guilt, embarrassment,
humiliation and degradation enhance my arousal, and allow them more freedom
over me, the more taboo, the stronger my passion; the more control they can
exert, the better.
Molly chimed in on this as well. She
threw out how my behavior around Cristal was incorrigible, how I’d been
Cristal’s pet, and a party fuck for most of Molly's friends over the summer.
I sat there fully clothed, squirmed and
took it. When they’d make comments that I needed to be put in my place,
stripped naked, tied and gagged then humiliated, dominated and controlled, I’d
admit everything and deny nothing.
Whitney said Karen should be home any
minute and wouldn’t it be cute if I was masturbating when she walked in.
Without undressing, they told me begin.
I was playing with myself under my
clothes when Karen got home. Instead of pausing to greet her, they had me
continue frigging and also repeat what we’d talked about. Karen added her own
wicked comments about my behavior. They mutually decided I should probably
undress while I frigged. So with one hand almost never leaving my cunt and
remaining seated in the chair, at their commands I removed my top, my bra, then
my skirt but not the panties. They spaced this over probably about 10 minutes.
With my legs wide, hips scooted forward and my hand inside my panties, I kept
playing with myself until I was at the edge and told them so.
They denied permission, kept talking
among themselves (as if I wasn’t in the room) and concluded another whore
weekend would be a great idea. They kicked around several thoughts but decided
they’d take me to some halfway decent motel suit for a weekend, nothing too
elaborate, take my clothes, and invite girls Karen knows and their friends to
stop by and fuck. Time wise, they decided the next weekend Whitney comes home
which she plans to do either next weekend or the following weekend. All of them
could hang out, monitor the situation and enjoy the experience. It would be a low-level
version of what Tisha did a couple of summers ago. Molly also added Stephanie
to the mix.
I heard every word of this, had moaned
in angst a dozen times. They denied me a cumm until they talked through this
and had me tell them “yes, I’d do it” a dozen times. They had me pull the
panties aside and gave me permission. With them yelling whore at me, I came and
squirted in a blinding flash that left me shaking and limp in the chair.
When my shame and orgasm subsided, we
went to Whitney’s room. I undressed them. One by one, I sucked tits, pussy, and
licked clits, tongued asses and listened to more iterations of this upcoming
weekend. We moved to a combination of
things, me on my back, hips at the edge of the bed and the three of them taking
turns fucking me while another straddled my face.
We finished before Tonja got home.
Molly and Whitney are talking about Tonja meeting Sheryl. I do not know the
details, however.
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