Saturday afternoon while Sherrie played tennis, Molly, Marianne and I
relaxed around the pool. I was naked and had sucked both of them off but they
hadn't allowed me to cumm. I was running back and forth to the bar in the rec
room getting them drinks and snacks. Molly got a call on her cell, told me Karen
was at the front door and to let her in.
The whole thing caught me of guard. There was talk about her coming over but there's always talk about something, most of which is just to keep me guessing. I answered the door naked to a smiling Karen with evil written all over her face. She looked sexy as hell in skin-tight jeans, a camisole that hid nothing and blue stilettos; It's a look I rarely see on her. She taunted me and swatted my ass as I took her down to the pool. After a few minutes of conversation, she handed Molly some money in full view of me the said "okay bitch you're coming with me."
She threatened to take me just as I was, naked. I pleaded with her for common sense to prevail but that got me nothing but slapped and spit on. Molly laughed at the situation and said she had a solution. The three of them took me inside. They gagged me, put a plug in my ass and dressed me in a pair of Marianne's panties. they chose one of her micro mini stretch tube dresses with spaghetti straps and open lacework down the sides and a hemline that barely covers the butt cheeks. On Marianne, the dress is darling; on me, not so much. They chose a pair of silver ankle strap stilettos then cuffed my hands behind me. While Karen backed her car into the garage, Molly gathered my toy bag then pushed me into the car.
Karen took me straight to her place. By the time we arrived the front of my micro dress was soaked in drool from the gag. Karen took me into Tonya's bedroom and said her mom was away with her boyfriend again. She undressed completely, took my gag out, sat on the edge of her mom’s bed and had me suck her pussy. Her first orgasm was almost immediate, the next two were slow and sensuous with me licking her slit, munching on her lips and nibbling her clit. Then she had me kissing her ass, probed it with my tongue then sucked on her hole. She threw me on my knees and shoulders face against the mattress with my ass in the air, took the plug out, pushed Marianne's panties to one side and fucked my cunt and ass. She finished by having me suck the dildo clean which ensured I had my ass taste in my mouth, then she gagged me again and reinserted the plug.
I was still cuffed and dressed in Marianne's clothes which were getting more stained and uncomfortable by the hour. Karen didn't seem to care and told me she was taking me out to make her some cash. She led me to the garage but before she put me into her car, she pushed me to my knees, lowered her jeans and had me rub the ball gag against her bare pussy until she'd cumm again. After strapping me in the front seat of her car, she told me we were going to Monica's, a woman I saw several months ago and paid Karen for the experience.
Monica had waited impatiently and bitched at Karen about being late and she didn't have much time since her kids would be home shortly. Karen ignored her and said "there's my bitch, do you want her or not?" I was less than pristine and looked bedraggled, having had sex with Molly and Marianne, then two sessions with Karen. None of that dissuaded Monica, though. She gave Karen a wad of cash then took me back to her bedroom.
She asked for the key to the cuffs and I gave her dumb look and muffed through the gag that I had no idea. She yelled at Karen. To make a long story short, Karen though she had the keys but didn't. She determined that they'd probably slipped out of her pocket in the garage when she lowered her jeans to get another cumm. Frustrated, Monica yanked on the dress until she'd ripped it enough to tear it off me then stretched the panties off me and began slapping my tits and ass with one hand while firmly gripping my hair with the other. She quickly discovered the plug and hit that to torment me then pulled me on the bed. She undressed, pushed my face between her legs and told me to get her snatch.
With my hands locked behind me, all I could do was to use my mouth, nose and face in her pussy. I did everything I could but she kept yelling for more. Karen was on the bed behind me spanking my ass and tapping the plug. Monica pulled her legs back until her hole was staring me straight in the face. I licked and sucked her hole while she rubbed her clit, fingered herself while I had my lips locked around her hole and my nose at her slit. She screamed and squirted until I thought she would levitate off the bed. After she came again she collapsed against the bed. Both of us were breathing as if we'd just run a marathon.
What none of us realized was that at some point during this session, Monica's oldest daughter, Deanna, came home and was silently standing by the door watching. How much she’d seen wasn't apparent. Monica got up to get a wet towel and did a "what the fuck are you doing here" type thing. The girl didn't say anything; she just stood there. I thought "this can't be happening." Monica was frustrated and in the most uncharacteristic thing I can image a mom doing, she asked the girl if she wanted some too. The girl shook her head "no". Monica responded that she wasn't finished yet and intended to get her monies worth out of this piece of white trash. After she peed, she asked the girl where her little sister was. The girl thought the sister was still over at a friend’s house. Monica acted like nothing happened and leaned across the dresser, spread her legs and told me to suck her again. I was in disbelief and didn't know what to do until she yelled to get my ass over here and eat her again.
I had to pass within a couple of feet of Deanna to get to Monica. I was embarrassed. She had a clear view me, naked, cuffed and reeking of cunt. Also, there was no way her inquisitive eyes could have missed seeing the butt plug. I knelt behind Monica and licked her slit and ass from the rear. At least with my face buried in her cunt I tried to blank out Deanna's presence.
Monica, though, was shameless. She readily ripped out another cumm. Monica turned to me, held my hair, spit in my face and told me that's more like it, bitch. I saw Deanna’s reflection in the mirror then she disappeared. Monica said she probably needed to find her younger daughter so that terminated things. She dressed and left the house.
Karen let me pee then helped me step into the dress, tied the ripped shoulder strap together and walked me out to the driveway to her car. There is little doubt this happened without anybody witnessing. Once in the car, I broke down and cried. I felt awful. I won't go I to it but I just did. Karen, though, is short on sympathy. She said it’s the way things are and she made another $100 off me. She told me anytime I see Monica I better go through her but to get over the episode with the girl. Then she told me she was taking me straight to Jas. I asked about the key to the cuffs but she said she'd get that later.
At Jas and Susan's, she pulled the dress off me in the carport and marched me into the house naked. Both Jas and Susan were in stitches at seeing me. The story of losing the key to the cuffs and Monica's daughter seeing me had everybody cracking up with laughter. They made fun of me and pulled my tits and nipples. Jas had me in the kitchen floor fingering me them fisting me. Susan pulled the plug out, spit into my hole and tried to get her fist up my ass. I screamed. Jas took over, lubed me with oil and got her small hand in my ass. I cried but my tears were like fuel to Susan’s fire. When she pinched my clit and slid fingers in my cunt, I came in spams. Susan told me she would be forever pissed off that I didn't spend more time with them; in her mind, it was where I belonged. She stood up and pissed on me, mainly on my face and hair. She was as mean as Jas if not more so. Jas took her fist out and also pissed on me.
Karen wanted her money but Susan said she wasn't paying until she (Karen) found the damn key because she had other things in mind. She said I'd stay exactly where I was, lying in piss in the kitchen floor until Karen got back with the key. To prove her point, she rolled me over face down and tied my ankles together, pushed my ankles close to my butt and ran a rope from my ankles around my waist. I couldn't move. Karen said she'd be back shortly and left, I lay there unable to do anything but squirm a little. Susan unloaded a string of dirty talk about what a slut I was and this was where I belonged. She rolled me over on my side and used a vibe to bring me off again until I came and pissed.
I was totally humiliated, cried some and listened to both of them bitch at me. They mocked me about anything that came to their minds. Jas rubbed her pussy against my face until she came again then pissed again. They stood over me and bitched about what an ungrateful slut I was. I finally broke down and told them I was sorry for not being here more. Susan said I’d have to do better than that. They went into the living room and watched tv until Karen came back with the key. Susan paid her then Karen left without saying a word.
They untied me and gave me a sponge, a mop and a bucket and told me to clean up the kitchen floor. Neither of them spoke to me while I'd cleaned the floor. They’d wander in and out to check on me. When I finished the floor, Susan pissed on it again and told me to get on my hands and knees and clean that up, too. I said yes ma'am and did it. Then she had me clean everything else in the kitchen ... Counters, cabinets, fridge, stove and sink.
She told me I was a filthy mess and asked I wanted to clean up. I thanked her and said I did. She got a towel, bath cloth and liquid soap which I took and moved toward the hall bathroom. But Susan stopped me and said piss covered tramps as filthy as I was weren't allowed in bathrooms, I would use the hose behind the house. I went into a funk but thanked her.
It was close to midnight, so no one was likely to be out thus I figured Susan wasn't taking a huge risk. She and Jas sat in patio chairs and watched while I did the best I could to shower using the garden hose and cold water. I made it through the ordeal and dried off. Jas had a small flash light and shined it on me just to make me edgy the whole time, though. When I finished, she took my towel and told me to go into the storage room off the carport, get my cage and bring it into the house. I assembled it in her room.
We went to her bedroom. Both of them undressed. In a way, it was the first sweet moment of my visit, both of them side by side excited me and I moved from Susan to Jas and then back again. Susan broke my routine by grabbing my hair and guiding me where she wanted my mouth. Jas did the same and my mouth became the victim of a diligent tug of war between the two of them. Jas followed this by having me get on my shoulders and knees on the bed. She took my ass with a strappy while Susan rolled over and pushed her ass back to my face. Some combination of them fucking me went on until my ass was raw. Jas used zip ties to bind my wrists and upper arms behind me then led me out the front door to pee. It was around 3:00 in the morning and chilly by this time. She marched me into the street, down about three houses and had me pee on somebody's front steps then brought me back inside. They stuffed me in my cage, tossed a blanket over me and locked me in. Susan went to her room to sleep and Jas crashed in her bed. My cage was at the foot of her bed.
Sunday morning, Susan let me out around 10:00. She cut the zip ties off, let me potty and then dragged me into her bed and stuck my face on her pussy for another orgasm then plugged me again. I went to the kitchen and made coffee and grits and eggs for us. .
Susan called her friend Monique who lives on the next block (I've been with her a few times) and told her to come over. Within fifteen minutes, she was in the kitchen joking at me and sitting on the edge of a chair with me between her legs kissing her hairy pussy. Monique has always been somewhat conservative compared to Susan on the few occasions I've been with her. she's not as dramatic as Susan but she loves having my face in her pussy. She told me repeatedly how much she had missed this and wanted to know where I'd been and who I'd been doing and why wasn't I here taking care of their neighborhood. Susan echoed that. I went back and forth from Susan to Monique sucking pussy, ass and nursing at their nipples.
Jas rolled out of bed around noon. She related to Monique about taking me across the street at 3 o'clock in the morning and down to a particular person's house, Edith, and having me piss on her front porch. They broke into stitches because the woman is apparently a real bitch in the hood.
For a few minutes, the conversation was rambling until it focused on the last time I was with Susan and Monique about 2 1/2 years ago. From there Monique drifted back to the first time she met me over five years ago. I was naked and kneeling in Susan’s laundry room with Jasmines panties in my mouth. She said she’d never gotten over how funny that was to her or that I'd cleaned Susan's house and was naked in the laundry room sniffing dirty panties and making a fool of myself. She referred to me as the panty whore. She rattled on about things I'd almost forgotten, how she referred to her pussy as her black pearl and how she thought people like me only existed in porn movies. But the more she talked it if was if she was narrating my life. On some things, her memory was better than mine.
The more she talked, the more worked up the three of them became. Susan and Jas added their versions of various things I’d done, too. Jas said an old bitch like me wasn’t on the same level as them and I should be eating pussy. I moved over and began working her pussy with my fingers and mouth. She got juiced and brought up the piss party last night. Monique said the two things she had issues with was beating me and pissing on me; she overcame the piss part (pissed on me several times) but had never beaten me, maybe a few slaps but never a real beating.
Jas asked if I’d like Monique to beat me. I’m no dummy; I knew which way the wind was blowing and said black women are superior and my purpose is to serve black pussy and ass in whatever way they wish. Monique almost laughed and said “honey, you are such a whore!”
Jas tied my wrists behind me and pulled my upper arms
together with rope until my elbows almost touched. I saw Susan rubbing herself
as Jas tied a rope around my neck and led me into the spare bedroom, the one
that previously belonged to her brother who hasn’t lived here in years. The only
furniture in the room is the set of bunk beds, a small desk and chair, and some
miscellaneous boxes. She backed me up to the end of the bunk beds and tied a
rope from my waist to one of the bedposts, leaving some slack in the rope. Then
she tied and my right ankle to the same post, again leaving some slack.. She tied
rope around my left ankle and pulled my leg out to the side and tied the other
end of the rope to the closet door across the room. hoisting my left leg until
my foot was straight out to the side and about as high as my waist. I was
balanced on my right leg. My cunt extremely vulnerable and Monique, or whoever,
had a clear view of my tits and ass. Jas
told me again to tell Monique to beat me.
I did. I apologized to her for not offering her the
opportunity to beat me sooner. Also told her I considered her a woman of
integrity and I knew she’d know how to beat me and hoped she would enjoy the
experience. Monique seemed amused. She approached me with her leather belt
and slapped my pussy, pulled my labia then slapped it more
until I was wet. Then she hit it progressively harder until I yelled. She asked
if I liked that, I told her I did. She slapped
my tits back and forth with her hand and pinched my nipples. Jas interrupted
her and attached clamps and weights to my nipples then she told Monique to hit
me hard enough to make the weights swing. Monique used different things to hit
my cunt; her hand, the belt, a crop and the sole of her shoe. She also swatted
my inner thighs then moved behind me to spank my ass. At one point Susan joined
in on my ass and cunt while Jas beat my clamped tits with the crop. I cried and
screamed. I reached the point where I couldn’t tolerate the pain but craved
more and didn’t want it to stop until I came. I screamed out I loved them. Monique
and Jas beat me more; Susan took a dildo to my ass. Monique brought me off by
slapping my cunt with her hand. I’m not sure how long the beating lasted but it
was well over an hour; I had several orgasms.
One thing that intensified the beating for me mentally was that Monique reminded me she’s the person who initially recommended Kim as my maid. If you recall, back in November of 2008, you told me to find black maids to replace the white cleaning crew I fired. I had a difficult time and Chanel helped me by calling Susan who referred me to Monique. Shes the one who had the connection to Kim. Although they don’t see each other that much, she does keep up from time to time with what Kim is doing and that Kim periodically fucks and beats me. she’s also aware that Kim finally got over the hump and let daughters use me. She asked me how that was going and I said slowly, and that regardless of how rough Kim was, I felt that she was still figuring out her daughters role. Monique understood that clearly because she previously shielded her daughter from engaging in things with me. However, she expressed the thought that maybe it was time for her to meet me. A connection I wasn’t aware of is that Monique’s daughter, Luann, is friends with Kim’s oldest girl, Shasta. Both of them are 18, one year younger than Jas.
Susan picked it up and said we should plan a mother daughter party with everybody. She kept whipping me and asking me if that was a good idea.
So the community beating was interspersed with that type of conversation. Monique also said she was rather jealous that Kim and virtually everyone beat me and she vowed that if she ever had the chance, she’d do it also.
Susan demanded that I see them more often. Once I promised that, they stopped beating me and untied me. I dropped to all fours and thanked them for beating me. Susan told me we weren’t through and to crawl to the bathroom. I crawled into the main bathroom and got in the tub on my back. Susan closed the drain and pissed on me, mainly face, mouth and hair. Jas did the same. Monique pissed on my cunt. In Susan’s words, I was marked for life. She pulled me out of the tub and fucked the dickens out of me.
This session made me feel as if I’d gone back in time. I never thought Jas and Susan would be so prominent again. Also, Monique seemed to step from the shadows into a more forceful role. In the past I felt she was a follower but this time she acted like her own person. The connections between Kim and Monique and even their daughters was a blast from the past. I knew of the Kim and Monique connection but it simply hadn’t been at the front of my thoughts for a long time.
Karen picked me up around 7:00 and took me to her house but refused to take me home. Molly had come get me and bring me back that Sunday night which pissed her off to no end. I’m sure she and Karen will work that out.
My apologies for taking so long to get this out. Kisses, e
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