Before Sherrie left for the airport Thursday morning, she asked if I'd received any instructions from either Kim or Molly about what to wear for the birthday visit with Kim. I had not. She went through my closet and selected a black mini, white sheer blouse with long sleeves that had several buttons at the neck, a wide leather belt trimmed in red and gold, black panties and bra set, black thigh highs and black high heel sandals. She kissed me, wished me well and again apologized for her sudden out of town overnight trip but she'd be back Friday and we'd celebrate.
Kim greeted me just inside the front door. We kissed. She told me I looked great and poured wine. That was special because usually I'm the one doing things for her. We talked; she'd taken the whole afternoon off which for her is next to impossible. I noticed she really enjoyed the wine; that's unusual. She reaffirmed that it’s great to start seeing me again and wants it to continue.
The girls returned from getting pizza for lunch. They gave me odd looks as if I walked out of a spaceship that landed in their front yard. Deep down I figured they wondered why I kept showing up. Kim told them today is my birthday, and she asked me to stop by to celebrate. Again, more dumb looks as to why is whitey here. Kim said since it’s a special day would the girls like a beer. Eyes lit up.
The oldest, Shasta, 18, asked how old I was. Kim said that wasn't polite to ask a grown woman her age and scolded her. I said it’s okay and told Shasta I was 53 because it was seemingly an innocent fact and I needed some banal talk because mentally I was dancing around as to where this conversation and this visit was going. I knew the possibilities ranged from not too much to everything. As I said last week, Kim has been here before and did not fully disclose things.
Shasta kept eying me with suspicion. The younger daughter, Tasha, who goes by the nickname Tyra, didn't say much at all and mainly looked to her older sister for guidance.
Yet I felt her question hanging out in the open like a cloud plus Kim's eyes on me and this devilish smile on her face. So I said, yes, once in a while. Kim didn't let that one go. She was much more direct and asked me who the last person was to give me a serious birthday spanking. I squirmed. Kim pressed. The girls were all ears by this time. Kim told me to tell the girls who gave me that spanking, the serious one on the stairs. With that little piece of information, "the serious one on the stairs", I felt like I was dangling on the end of a thread.
The girls looked at their mom and I swear to you, their eyes were as big as saucers. Kim said to them but looking at me, "Eve and I are special friends."
Out of nowhere, Tyra asked her mom if she made me pull her pants down like she used to do them when she spanked. Kim deferred to me and told me to answer the question. I said yes. Tyra asked her mom (she still wasn't talking to me directly at this point) did you spank her bare butt while she was bent over a chair?
Kim never took her eyes off me and told me to tell Tyra how I was positioned and what I was wearing. I told her, and Shasta, I didn’t have any clothes on and bent over and tied to the stairs. Shasta yelled "fuck yeah, I knew it! Tyra was speechless.
Kim ramped up this little drama and with this totally smug, triumphant expression on her face, told her girls I was her sex toy then turned to me and said, "Isn’t that right, Eve." She told them I'd been her slut for almost five years and she'd considered telling them before but she wanted to be sure they were old enough to understand and she wouldn’t regret telling them. Today was a special day, not only because it was my birthday but also because she believed the girls were mature enough to know what was going on.
Shasta wasn’t surprised. But Tyra, still looking at her mother and not at me, asked what we did. Kim told her that I liked black girls to fuck me up. Tyra was still confused and kept saying ... what do you mean? Kim told me to explain it to her.
Once again, this Ping-Pong ball bounced into my court for the embarrassing part. I struggled with how to make this short and sweet. How do you take my trashy behavior and make it look like gold? I told Tyra, and Shasta, that for a long time I recognized I was submissive and that meant I found a certain satisfaction doing what other people told me to do and your mother enjoys controlling me.
I remember Kim rolling her eyes on that one and laughing that I was “trying to sugar coat shit.” She invited me over for a spanking, she intended to give me one, and we'd start there. She got off the sofa and hugged me, a real deep kiss and hug in front of her girls. She murmured to me that she wanted me to take my clothes off and she wanted her girls to participate and get to know me. Then she told me, “You’ll do this for me, won’t you, and let my girls make a decision about us and if they want to be a part of this.” My cunt was on fire and I told her I would.
Then she gathered the girls on the family room sofa with her and hugged them. She asked if they wanted to be a part of this and things like this can be the world. She told them I was going to take my clothes off because that’s what she expected of me. Shasta was wide-eyed by this time and even Tyra said she wanted to see it. Kim nodded to me and said "we're waiting, Eve."
My mind did flip-flops. Kim’s words came as no surprise. For the last 20-30 minutes, the conversation had been headed this way. When I looked from Kim's eyes to Shasta's I saw close to the same slightly demonic look, which contradicted the bewildered look from Tyra. But Kim's words were like a bell ringing in my ears.
This was hard. It always is when it's somebody new. For some resson I remember Lisa, from years ago, telling me some nights at the club it's worse than others because even though you've done it 1000 times, every night it's a different set of eyes seeing you onstage you can't tune it out. Some nights, you're just not in the mood and then other nights, you're on top of your world.
I pushed everything aside and focused on the special bond with Kim, that she's always been there for me and, regardless of how raunchy she gets, when she’s finished, she makes me feel like the time we spent was special. I took my blouse and skirt off. Shasta kept saying “fuck yeah” and shifting around. I rubbed my body then slipped off the bra. My nipples were hard. Then I slid off panties and stood there in thigh highs and heels. Shasta said my bare cunt was a ho’s mark. (Neither of the girls had ever seen a white woman naked before other than a girl in the gym locker room, I learned later.)
Kim went to the kitchen and came back with a gift wrapped in pink birthday paper with silver ribbon. She said “happy birthday, slut.” I opened it and found the bra and panties I’d left there last week plus a new set of handcuffs, a small leather paddle and a dog collar and leash. The story on the bra and panties was that she’d decided against leaving them in the girls room so she washed them and repackaged them for me. The handcuffs, paddle, collar and leash needed no explanation.
She attached the collar and leash on me. With the leash in one hand and paddle and cuffs in the other, she led me to the girls bedroom, told me to put my hands behind my back and handcuffed me. Then she then had me on my knees facing the girls. She made me tell the story of masturbating in the girls room, leaving my undies in the floor and taking a pair of what turned out to be Tyra’s panties. My initial embarrassment was becoming more of a humiliating confession. I told them I’d masturbated and cumm in their room, and I was their mother’s slut. I realized the girls now focused on me, not their mother.
Kim staged this extremely well. Whether she was making it up as she went or what, I don’t know. But she slowly introduced all the elements necessary to break the ice and have them buy-in to my visit. She didn’t stop this confession phase until I’d stated I was her slut and I let her do anything she wanted to me and at times I’d even paid her to abuse me. What impact that had on the girls I wasn’t sure but the humiliation definitely had my juices flowing.
She helped me off the floor and bent me across the back of the desk chair. From the girl’s comments and laughter, this duplicated the way she used to spank them. Then she talked to me, asked me if I was a bad little girl, and was I a naughty slut and things like that. It was as if she was treating me like her child and her girls were eating it up. And let’s face it; everybody else still had their clothes on and mentally I’m thinking … who is the guilty party here. Then she started spanking me; and OMG did she ever! The strokes were firm but not harsh but she moved the paddle around my ass cheeks and upper thighs. She switched from the paddle to her crop for the last few. I was on the verge of tears.
She left me like that for a few moments. The only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing, hers and Shasta going "fuck yeah." Finally she said, “and that's how you give a special white slut a birthday spanking.” I knew the focus of everything in the room was my red hot, stinging ass.
She asked the girls if they wanted to try this with me. Shasta jumped at the chance. Kim told her to spank me with her hand. Shasta rubbed her hands over my ass, I felt my cunt pulsing. Then she started slapping my ass and I pulsed more. Kim asked if I liked that, I did. Shasta probably hit me 20-25 times, none of it very hard but definitely made me sting more. While she did, Kim made comments that my cunt was getting oozy and told me to step my legs apart wider. I did. Shasta asked her mom if I always got this wet and if she could touch me. Kim encouraged her and I felt Shasta's finger lightly rubbing over my wet lips. Kim told her to use her hand and spank my cunt, not hard but enough to make me jump. Shasta experimented and I went nuts. The thought of Kim encouraging her daughter to do this got all over me. Tyra did not do anything.
She told me to straighten up. She had Shasta take the leash and walk me around the house to get some blood flowing in my butt. Shasta was cute as a button and I’d have eaten her on the spot. When she finished walking me up and down the hallway, Kim had her bring me back into the bedroom.
Shasta asked to spank me again. That delighted Kim and she got only face and told me to let her daughter know what I thought. I told Shasta yes. Looking into her eyes at that moment, there is such a connection. Kim told me to get back on my knees and bend over the end of the bed. Shasta rubbed my butt and spanked me again. Kim got on the bed, this time with my head in her lap and rubbed my face and hair. Tyra lost her shyness and wanted to spank me. Shasta had no intentions of letting her, my thought, but Kim said, share. For a few minutes, it was both the girls spanking me.
I could smell Kim's musk through her jeans and kept nuzzling against her. The teasing was insane. She finally shed the jeans got back on the bed, put my head in her lap and pulled her panties aside. I licked and kissed her pussy while Shasta and Tyra took turns spanking me, rubbing my butt and by now, I think, both of them touching my puffy lips. I felt like such a slut I can't describe it fully but it was like his feeling of warmth and belonging. Kim eventually squeezed out an orgasm.
She got her strappy and moved behind me. When I felt her first thrust into my cunt, I screamed for joy. She fucked me slowly; talking the girls through what she was doing and watching my reactions. She brought me right to the edge but did not let me cumm. Instead she lubed my ass and slipped inside me, again talking to her girls about what she was doing and why. She emphasized that a black woman fucking a white slut’s ass is the best way to let her know who's in charge and who's a piece of shit. Kim ass-fucked me for a while then when she knew I was ready, she had Shasta reach down to my cunt and find my clit and squeeze it. I exploded. Shasta laughed and screamed in exuberance.
We took a break. I peed. The girls had another beer and Kim had some wine. She did not remove my handcuffs and for me to drink wine, she poured it in a glass and stuck a straw in it so I could suck it up.
We went back into the bedroom and Kim let the girls experiment with the strappy in my pussy but not my ass. She had me lie on the bed on my back, legs apart and dangling over the edge of the bed. Shasta found a rhythm with the strappy and fucked my cunt, slapped my tits and gave me some verbal as she fucked. Tyra, though, once she had the strappy on her, wasn't real sure of herself. Kim coached her but I think his a lot for her to absorb.
I kissed Shasta's pussy and thanked her for fucking me. She got on the bed, pulled her gym shorts down and said she wanted more. So I scooted up to her and ate her pussy. Kim suggested she try face sitting me, so I rolled over on my back. She sat on me, slapped my tits around and pulled my nipples while I ate her. Her roughness excited me and I let her know it. It obviously excited Kim, too, because she got the strappy, stood at the end of the bed and fucked the hell out of my cunt and didn’t let me cumm until Shasta was ready. Shasta went into orbit, Kim pinched my clit and the room sounded like animals howling at the moon. Gawd, how wonderful.
That was the climax of our sex. Somewhat later, Kim removed the cuffs. They, along with the collar and leash and paddle, will stay at Kim’s. I have a task of putting together a separate toy bag for the girls. Kim of course, has her own very well stocked bag but she thinks I should bring the girls toys I want them to use on me. I can already see the humiliation factor in that idea, but I’m willing.
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