Feb 12, 2014: Wednesday with Monica

The light snow that fell Tuesday, 1-2", was nothing compared to the forecast for today, 8-10" plus sleet, predicted to begin before noon. Monica decided to get more groceries and left around 9:30 to battle everyone else as she phrased it. That left Deanna and I alone. I sorted their laundry, started that and did minor tidying things around the house. When Deanna got up, I fixed her breakfast then asked if I could pamper her. After bathing her, we both stood in the shower, bodies pressed together and kissing under the shower spray. I fixed her hair, perfumed her body then had her sit on the edge of the vanity and I gently licked her breasts, showing her the softer side of sex and treating her like a Nubian princess.

I asked for her feelings on yesterday’s session, largely focused on humiliation. I had to softly coax answers out of her, indicating that it helps us to know each other if we talk openly, that doing so is not a shame. After saying I was cool but weird and were all white ladies like me, I told her I could only speak for myself but generally speaking having sex with black women was not an uncommon fantasy. I asked if most of her friends had negative feelings about white women, or, thoughts that some white women (teachers, clerks in stores, etc) were generally rude or bitches and if given the chance, she'd like to put them in their place. She answered yes and the conversation started rolling. I focused on her treating me disrespect, that just because I was older and had paler skin, didn't mean she and her friends shouldn't hold back in what she wanted to do.

I complimented her on what she'd done in the past, particularity when she was with her friends and encouraged her to be as expressive as she wanted, that I could take it. She asked, what if I hurt you? I said hurting is part of my psyche but if I truly felt it was harmful, I'd say the word "mercy", a safe word, meaning we pause and refocus, do something else or maybe I just needed a moment to get my mind in gear.

I asked what she liked to do the most, what made her feel good. What if we were alone, what if we were with her friends was it different? Her answers: she likes me to make her cumm because she doesn't have to do anything but have cumms; she likes to stick things in my pussy and thinks spanking me is fun, especially the time that I cried. She also said it made her feel good when her friends saw me. I smiled and kissed her. I told her it doesn't always have to be about rough sex, control can be subtle. For example, when I'm naked and she and her mom are clothed, who did she think had power? Certainly not me; she got it.

Monica arriving with groceries interrupted our conversation. I helped her put things away. By now it was snowing like crazy. Monica said the roads were getting slick and people were driving like fools on their way to hell.

She asked what we'd been doing and I let Deanna tell her while I fixed lunch. She wanted her friends to come over but Monica said probably nobody is going anywhere until the snow stops, this gives us the rest of the day to play.

Deanna was less tentative with her mom around. We settled in her mom’s bedroom with several toys. They undressed.  Monica leaned over the bureau and told me to kneel behind her and suck her off. She told Deanna to stand in the same position beside her. I went from one to the other, sucking pussy and kissing ass. Monica said this is a position of power, to have me kneeling behind them and focusing on both holes. I couldn't have agreed more and for me, it's tremendously enjoyable and I verbalized that to Deanna. I sucked them to orgasm and also used the rabbit on them.

Then Monica had me bend over the bureau with my ass stuck back. She opened a new set of anal beads and coached Deanna on working them up my lubed hole, then slowly withdrawing them and repeating the process.  Monica had her lube me again and slowly fuck my ass with a dildo. I told Deanna this was truly getting me worked up. Monica had her stop, withdraw the dildo and stick my butt plug in my hole. She left me like that and had Deanna rub my cunt just to send me a little deeper into space. Her, Monica's, focus was on getting her daughter to learn how to take my ass.

With the plug still in me, Monica took me to the bed and rolled me over on my back. She helped Deanna handcuff my wrists, pulled my arms above my head against the mattress, and locked the cuffs to a metal opening in the headboard, securing my hands to the headboard. They pulled my legs apart and roped them to the corners of the bed, leaving me spread wide open. She told Deanna, "she's ours, baby, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it except take what we want." I squirmed in ecstasy and, looking at Deanna, begged for a cumm. Monica shook her head "no" and told Deanna my cumms were entirely in her control. I winced. They made love to each other on the bed beside me, first Deanna bringing her off then Monica returning the favor. After peeing they returned and started on me, first teasing my nipples and tits with everything from licks and kisses to clamps and moderate tit whipping with my crop.

In the midst of this mild torment, the doorbell rang incessantly. Monica went to the door and came back with Jamie, who, from several blocks away, had trudged thru the snowstorm to see if I was there. She came into the bedroom, bundled up like an Eskimo, shouting her glee and childish shrieks at what she saw. After telling Monica she'd snuck out of the house to be here, Monica called Tina, her goofy mom, to let her know Jamie was safe and she'd care for her and could spend the night. Jamie wasted no time in getting naked and coming to me, kissing me and telling me how cool she thought this was. She asked Monica if she could get a cumm and quickly straddled my face. She pulled my nipple clamps while Deanna, now fully animated, fingered and fisted my pussy as if to show her skills to her girlfriend. Monica knelt behind Jamie and played with her abundant breasts. Deanna flicked my clit and I screamed into Jamie's pussy that I would cumm. Monica shouted at Deanna to stop and withdraw. I found myself humping empty air and moaning my head off.

After a pause, Jamie moved off my face, touched my pussy and giggled about how swollen and puffy my lips were and how wet I was. She licked my pussy which drove me insane and I began thrusting my hips up at her. Monica told her to stop and almost scolded the girls; were they sure I should cumm and think about it before they continued. I strained to watch the girls faces as they shrugged and blabbered at each other indecisively. Monica, in her superb mentor role, reminded them in words to this effect, Evie doesn't get what she wants when she wants it, she only gets what we want.

Jamie, little devil, said aw, poor Evie, she can't cumm. Deanna agreed. They teased me some more, raking their fingers down my underarms and along my sides and my inner thighs, tickling me which made my pussy that much more needy. Monica pulled the clamps off my nipples and said she thought I needed a break. I begged them to let me cumm but Monica responded with a gag then blindfolded me. I moaned, I knew what was going on, they left the room. Within seconds, I heard the TV blaring to some dance program Deanna watches.

I lay there going nuts and squirming. Once in a while, someone would come into the room, one of the girls, and ticked my armpits and inner thighs then leave. Once Jamie said, poor Evie, she can't cumm like we can. It was insane. One of them brought a pair of worn panties and draped them over my face, ticked me, kissed my nipples then left. This time they shut the door.

Eventually they all came back. I felt fingers teasing my cunt then one of the girls slide their hand up me. I groaned. When I started humping, they slid it out. I knew intuitively that Monica had coached them while they were away. The hand went in again and began fucking me. Another hand was squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Another hand pressed against the plug in my ass. I heard Monica's voice telling me I had 60 seconds to cumm. How long it took, I have no idea but when I started, I screamed into the gag. They kept fucking my cunt with the dildo and the rabbit, and at one point, both toys were in me. Monica told them to keep going; and they did until I was shaking my head back and forth telling them to stop. They didn't. I went through a series of orgasms until I melted into the bed like butter. Monica removed the blindfold and gag. She kissed me; I told her I loved her. She told me I loved anybody who made me cumm.

I would have laid there for hours had I not had to pee. They untied me, removed the plug and I went into Monica's bathroom to pee in the tub while they watched. They gave me a blanket and I stumbled to the kitchen, noticed it was 7:30ish and still snowing. We didn't do much else that night. I went to bed around 9:30 in Deanna's bed, until Jamey came in around midnight to sleep with me. I thought I was sleepy but she spooned behind me and started rubbing my cunt. I turned and sucked her breasts while I rubbed her off.

From there until morning, it was a well-deserved sleep.

More later. Kisses, e. 

 

Feb 11, 2014: First day with Monica

Hi, Ma'am. things are going well as you know now from last nights conversation. Monica thoroughly enjoyed meeting you. 

What follows is a summary of what happened Tuesday, my first day here. I wrote the majority of this Wednesday and finished the last little bit this morning. I'll add the major events from the last clue of days when I can, hopefully today. 

I love you so much, kisses, e

I got here around 2:15 on Tuesday. Monica and I shared wine and talked. I started to tell her how I felt, my needs and so on but she said to wait and express that after Deanna came home because it would be more meaningful. Nervously, I agreed. Our conversations shifted to other things, her recent promotion at work and her plan to move to a larger house in an adjoining neighborhood. Overall, this was meaningful and I began to see Monica as more of a friend and not just someone I fuck.  

Deanna came home around 3:15. After hugs, she wanted to take me straight to her bedroom. Monica, though, told her to wait, that I had something to talk about and she wanted her to hear what I had to say. I poured myself a another glass of wine, took a deep breath and told them how at times I had these perverse needs to be thoroughly humiliated and abused. I said at times I fuck because thats what people expect of me and I'm more than willing to comply. but at other times, my masochist psyche kicks in and I need to be fucked up, abused, humiliated, controlled and objectified with little regard for myself, knowing I’m making someone else happy and letting them do as they pleased. During these times I crave humiliation, bondage, beatings, toilet things and being treated more like an animal.  

Deanna listened intently and asked questions that I answered truthfully.  

I told them that in the last few days I'd thought more about them, thought more about serving them as a mother and daughter team and being their slave. Since Molly has been in Europe, I've missed that aspect. 

Monica added, for Deanna's benefit, that as of Tuesday night, she'd told me not to have an orgasm, that I was extremely horny but had followed her rule. Then she looked at me but spoke to her daughter and said, “Eve had turned her orgasms over to us, isn't that right.” Shamefully, I said, yes ma'am. Then she asked Deanna, how she felt knowing that she, along with her, and possibly her friends, now had control over a white woman's orgasms. Deanna's face lit up; she mocking asked me she guessed this means she owns my pussy. I replied, yes ma'am, it’s a form of humiliation to give her that control. She beamed and said she got it. 

Then she asked Monica, "When do we start?" 

Monica laughed and said, "Anytime you want to."

Deanna said, “let’s start now," looked at me and said, "take all your clothes off, white bitch, cause I want you naked."

I took everything off then stood naked in front of her and Monica. And yes, I was quivering, my nipples aroused and erect and my cunt oozing.

Monica asked her what she wanted to do first. Deanna said "everything." Monica suggested that a good place to start would be to show she had control over my cunt. With Monica coaching her, Deanna had me play with myself briefly, then stop and wait for her to tell me to begin again. The first couple of cycles were somewhat rote, but I’m sure my face showed the frustration of not bringing myself to orgasm. She caught on quickly although her commands were punctuated by girlish gigging. She had me sit in the floor with my legs spread, briefly finger myself, then stop, change positions to shoulders and knees on the floor, ass in the air, play with my cunt, stop, turn back to a sitting position facing her and work my cunt again. She would ask, do I own your pussy and I told her she did. This continued until I was on the verge of exploding and asked her for permission. She giggled and said she didn't think I should play with myself any more, I begged. She turned to Monica for direction.  Monica became uncharacteristically philosophical and explained the pros and cons of letting me come and making me grateful slave or making me wait to please Deanna's needs and that her pleasure was more important than mine was. In the end, Deanna said she wanted a cumm. 

Monica suggested restraining me and helped Deanna handcuff my wrists behind my back, and attach my collar and leash. She ceremoniously led me back to her bedroom with Monica following and praising her daughter’s decision. She undressed, plopped down on her bed and told me to kneel and lick her off. Though frustrated and desperate for a cumm, I knelt beside the bed and began kissing and licking her pussy while she held my leash. Monica also undressed and sat beside her on the bed, cradled her head in her lap and kissed her. She restated that I had to perform and could only use my mouth to satisfy her, which in her view, solidified my role as her slave and was more demeaning. I trembled at her word because she was so in tune with this whole thing. I licked Deanna off and listened to her coo and moan as she came. 

When I finished her, I thanked her for giving me the opportunity to kneel at her pussy and make her cumm. Then Monica took the leash and brought my face to hers. She kissed her daughters residue off my mouth and cheeks. We kissed passionately until she told me to do my duty then pushed my mouth the her pussy.  

After I'd brought her off, she told Deanna they needed to take full advantage of my slut mouth and tongue; they had all the control and I had none. I'd given myself to them unconditionally. She looked at me and asked her daughter, where else should my tongue be? It didn't take Deanna two seconds to respond, in my ass. 

By this time I was so horny I was about to crawl out of my skin. The few times I've been with Monica, I've never seen her so complete and so instructional, I can't think of any other word. I watched as Deanna pulled her knees back over her breasts, exposing her asshole and telling me what she wanted. I centered my mouth and tongue over her hole and began eating her ass. For greater effect, I rubbed my nose against her still oozing pussy, would occasionally swipe my tongue through her slit then go back to her hole and probe it. I kept going until Deanna wanted my tongue against her clit and came again. Monica kissed Deanna then told me to get my tongue in her ass. I did much the same to her, treating her pussy and ass like gold until she came again. 

They need a potty break. Monica orchestrated that to their delight and my demise. She got my suction dildo then led me to the bathroom and had me kneel in the tub facing them. She stuck the suction to the bottom of the tub, had me mount the dildo then closed the tub drain. She removed the collar and leash, left me handcuffed, then told me to fuck myself off for them. They stood facing me. Monica told Deanna to hold back on peeing until she gave her the word then told me to fuck my toy faster. I was in total heat and spontaneously yelling that I loved them and I needed this. Then Monica told Deanna, lets piss now. Within a second of feeling their piss on me and tasting some, I started cumming and screaming. Every ounce of pent up lust in my body and brain gushed out of my cunt in one of the most dynamic orgasms I can remember.  I cried tears of joy. When I ebbed, Monica brought the dildo to my mouth and had me suck it. I pissed, too. She eased me down into the tub and the piss then used rope to tie my ankles. She told Deanna that I was now theirs. They kissed again then she told Deanna they'd leave me to contemplate what being theirs means while they got something to eat; they'd come back for me in two hours. They turned off the light, shut the door and left. 

I couldn't believe it. I'd envisioned a couple of days of what I call Deanna's little sex games with a few of her friends but I'd never remotely fathomed this. Monica, without Karen being around, or even Paula, is a different person. She's more serious and had her own agenda. I did not see this coming. Lying face down tied up in a tub of cold piss, though I could roll slightly from one side to the other, made me realize also what a depraved slut I'd become. Two hours passed slowly. 

When they returned, I found myself asking not for sex, but for the more basic needs … the privilege of getting out of the tub and washing off and something to eat. I knew then I was deep into this thing. Monica told Deanna she thought I'd do about anything for them to get out of the tub. I admitted it was true. Monica made say it several times. She told her daughter this should be a good lesson about what I was like, then untied me and let me shower. Clothes were out of the question obviously but I was grateful for what food and wine Monica provided me. I ate them both off again then slept between them in Monica's bed. 

I'll write more later, there's lots to tell. Love you. 

 

Jan 17-18, 2014: Friday and Saturday night

Friday, January 17. Karen and Tonja.  

I met Karen midafternoon at her house. Before I even undressed, she had me on my knees begging for her pussy. After a barrage of affirmations that I was hers, I removed her jeans and kissed her pussy then we went upstairs to her bedroom. Recently, she moved into Tonja's bedroom and  moved Tonja into her old room.  Her rationale is her mom will probably be moving out anyway when she gets married this spring. What happens to the house after that is unclear. Once in her bedroom, I undressed and got on all fours. Karen put her collar on me and led me around before coming behind me and fucking me. For probably the next hour, she fucked my cunt, mouth and ass and I ate her. 

Tonja came home around five. Her mood was much as it's been the past few times I've seen her, she's focused on her upcoming marriage and isn't the active participant she used to be. However, Karen had her strip and lie on the floor then ordered me to eat her. That morphed into a 69 with me underneath her while Karen badmouthed us about being two old lady sluts. Then Karen fucked her mom’s pussy and ass until she cried. Tonja's cell phone rang several times during this episode, the calls coming from her fiancé. Though she pleaded to answer the calls since she was supposed to meet her fiancé for dinner and was late, Karen wouldn't allow it unless she agreed to tell him her daughter was fucking her ass. Tonja wouldn't do it so Karen kept fucking her until around 8:00. Karen made her dress without cleaning up, denied her panties, plugged her butt and told her to get her fat ass out of the house and not to come back the entire weekend. 

I wanted to help Tonja since she was so distraught but Karen told me not to say another word or my time with her would be that much more humiliating. I sat there quietly and watched this humiliation until she left.

Saturday, January 18.

Karen told me that evening she planned to whore me out to her supervisor, a black woman named Bettina and two other coworkers, both of whom were black women. Throughout the day she kept me naked and concocted various scenarios, from mild to wild, about how they'd use me. She debated how I'd be dressed and alternated between taking me there naked or dressed in various ways and let them rip my clothes off. She made it clear these three women were paying for the privilege of using me and I'd better be at my best. Needless to say, I was edgy. None of this kept her from fucking me when she felt like it throughout the day. 

That evening she dressed me in a yellow spandex micro mini from her stash (way too tight). From Tonya's closet, she selected a sheer purple panty and mesh bra, a black sheer blouse plus one of her garter belts and black seamed hose. With the exception of Karen’s outrageous skirt and my stiletto heels, everything else belonged to Tonya. The skirt, if you can even call it that, was so short it didn't even clover the last inch or two of my lower butt cheeks. The outfit reeked of slut. I wore a coat since the weather was miserable and cold. We left around 9:00 and did not take any toys other than a strappy.

When we arrived at Bettina's, a small brick house undistinguishable from the other small brick houses in the neighborhood, Karen snapped a collar and leash on me and led me inside, pulled my coat off me and led me back to a small family room where the three women were. The room reeked of weed and booze and they obviously were well on their way to euphoria. They greeted me with racial slurs and mocking laughter that turned into shouts. She introduced me to Bettina, her supervisor, and two other coworkers, Inez and LaCassie, then led me to Bettina and handed her the leash. It got worse from there; racial and sexual insults, grabbing, spitting and laughing until I felt about two inches tall. Bettina got in my face and told me she'd never had a white woman before and neither had the other two. She ripped the blouse off me and removed my bra so she could see my tits and crammed her hand down the front of my panties and squeezed my cunt then had me remove the skirt and thong. The thong disappeared into the pocket of her jeans. With all "my goodies" (as they called it) exposed and a few choice words about my body, Bettina led me back to her bedroom and told the "other bitches" they'd have to wait their turn.

She slammed the door and told me to undress her. While I did, she spouted more ghetto talk about white bitches. She's full figured, huge boobs and coal black aureole, sumptuous ass and thighs, not too much of a waistline and a full bush. She was on me in a flash, pressed me down on the bed, plopped her pussy over my face and told me to get my white tongue in her "nigga cunt". She had one hand on the leash, the other in my hair and had me milking her tits while I ate her. I'd eat her, suck her nipples, milk her tits, rub her asshole and finger it ... whatever she wanted until she screamed, bounced up and down on my face and came. It didn't stop there; she led me through this until she came again then had me lick her goo out of her matted bush and suck her ass while she cursed me. She shouted it to Inez to bring her a damn drink and one for the cunt-sucking whore. 

Inez stayed in the room and undressed while Bettina ground her pussy off on my thigh. After her third orgasm, she turned me over to Inez who was more sedate or perhaps more drunk. She just laid there and had me kneel between her legs and suck her. Cassie came in, stood by the bed and bitched at Inez to hurry up and come; she wanted her turn and was tired of waiting. I finally used my fingers to bring Inez to orgasm.

Cassie literally pulled Inez off the bed and tossed her to the floor, then climbed on top of me. I helped her out of her jeans and panties. After I kissed her trimmed pussy for a while, she decided she wanted the rest of her clothes off to get what she called the full treatment. I removed her shirt and bra. She leaned against the headboard and cradled me in her lap so I could suck her tits and play with her hair until she wanted something different. She got on all fours, stuck her ass back at me, told me to get my mouth on her pussy and my nose against her ass and suck her while I played with her clit. I did what she wanted; she kept murmuring about what a whore I was. I kept sucking her pussy until she came. She had me finger her and kiss her ass. When she'd cumm again, she got rough with me; mauled my tits, squeezed my cunt and slapped my ass as she'd tossed me around and bear hugged me. She called me a damn white trash whore and spanked my ass, stuck her fingers in my ass and cunt before settling her cunt over my face.  She told me she was my black mama and ground off on my face. I thought she'd settle down but she grabbed my hair, pressed my mouth against her pussy and told me she wanted more. Bettina yelled back to ask WTF were we doing in there. Eventually she and Karen came in the bedroom and told her not to wear me out. I think Cassie had about five orgasms. 

Bettina, Karen and Cassie took me back to the family room. We left Inez passed out on the floor. I fixed the three of them drinks and one for myself. The interlude didn't last long. Bettina spied the strappy we brought over, put it on and strutted around so the dildo dangled lewdly back and forth. She'd stand in front of me and yelled, "hey white girl, you was this?" She had me suck it for a while then pushed me across the end of the sofa. She briefly fucked my cunt before poking it against my asshole. I asked for some lube, which pissed her off. She mouthed off to Karen why some white whore thought she needed lube. I looked at Karen but she laughed and said they paid for you so it's up to them. Ghetto talk flew back and forth between the three of them faster than I could comprehend until they reached some decision. Karen said I'd get the lube but it'd cost me. I thanked her and told Bettina and Cassie I was theirs. Cassie said you damn right you are! 

They lubed my ass and the dildo with cooking oil then dragged me to the kitchen table and forced me face down across it. Bettina pulled my hips back, slid the strappy into my ass and began fucking. I groaned. Karen pulled the belt out of her jeans and told Bettina to beat my ass, that I was a masochist and not to feel sorry for me because I deserved this. Bettina whipped the hell out of my ass while she fucked me to her hearts content, laughing and shouting all the time.  When she finished, Cassie donned the strappy and did the same and used the belt on my now well-beaten ass. She also flicked my clit a few times. Bettina leaned across the table, got right in my face again and asked me if I was going to cumm. I nodded. She told me not to. I nodded back. Cassie laughed and said she wanted to see the bitch get off. She told me to roll over on my back. I did, hips on the edge of the table, legs dangling over the side. She slid the strappy back into my cunt. Bettina straddled my face and had me suck her again while Cassie pounded my cunt until I came. 

I was still lying on the table when Inez staggered back into the room. She plopped on the sofa and said it was past midnight and she had to get home because her baby sitter had to go home. 

Obviously, she was in no condition to drive. After a confused debate about how to get Inez home, I knew I was the only sober one and said I'd drive her home. Cassie bitched at Inez that she should have done what she did; her toddler was asleep in Bettina's spare bedroom. I shook my head at how crazy this would have gotten if the kid came wandering out. 

With the exception of Karen's skirt, my clothes were ripped and torn or had been taken as souvenirs so I put on my coat and convinced Karen this was the best alternative. I thanked Bettina and Cassie and promised I'd see them again. Karen and I poured Inez into the back seat of Karen’s car. I drove. We got Inez home and into her bed. She was too drunk to find cash to pay the sitter so I paid her then Karen and I took her home. 

Back at Karen’s, before we both crashed, she told me I'd probably see these women again which didn't surprise me. Karen said the evening ended before it should but everybody got their money’s worth.