The morning of my visit, Derita called with instructions from Mavis to dress
stunningly but provocatively. More mystifying was that she told me not to strip
in the garage as she's done in the last. So with toy bag and dressed as they
wanted, I arrived around 11:00.
Neither Mavis and Derita made no mention of undressing. Instead, after being
greeted rather haphazardly and summarily, Mavis gave me a grocery list and told
me go to the store to buy all these things; Derita would be going with me.
So the two of us went to a predominately-black cliental grocery store for
which I was completely overdressed. I asked Derita what was going in but got
little information. At the store, she’d tell me to buy this or that brand. When
we completed the list, amid stares from everyone else shopping there, I paid
for the things and we left, me lugging all the bags of groceries out of the
store and across the parking lot as if I was Derita’s pack mule, again amid
stares.
Back at the house, I unpacked things. Mavis demeanor toward me was cool. I
asked if I could help her but she pointed to a corner of the living room and
told me to stand there with my hands clasped behind me and keep my mouth shut
until told otherwise. Somewhat bewildered, I complied. Derita wrapped a
blindfold around my eyes and I waited for something substantive to happen,
becoming more confused by the minute. Mavis came by once and said not to dare
open my mouth or to move.
While I stood in silence, they baked cookies and made lemonade. Overhearing
conversation I found out Monica and the girls were to be here at 2:00.
Otherwise, I stood largely ignored yet knowing this was leading to something
she had carefully planned.
When Monica and the girls arrived, me still blindfolded in the corner, Mavis
greeted them warmly. Deanna came to me as if to hug me but Mavis told her, and
them, that I was on command not to speak or move until she said so. They
settled in the kitchen and Mavis did her thing of serving them lemonade, brownies
and cookies acting like the dear old sweet soul she can be. When they'd had
their fill, they came into the living room.
Mavis launched into one of her famous rants about how she'd trained me over
the years then got the girls to talk about their experiences and impressions of
their time with me. She asked if they really enjoyed what they'd done and again
there were exuberant responses from both of them. Listening to this was
embarrassing. Monica and Derita added their own comments until every word seemed
to go straight to my cunt, which by this time was oozing.
Mavis told me to turn around and face them, stay in the corner and not to
speak. I did exactly what she wanted. She told the girls to look at me,
dressed impeccably, but underneath it all I was nothing but a cunt. She told me
to raise my skirt so they could see my panties. Still blindfolded, I did and
heard the predictable comments and snickering about the damp spot on my
panties.
After their remarks subsided, Mavis told me to lower my skirt and remove the
blindfold. When I did, I looked into the faces of the girls who were about to
burst suppressing giggles. Both the girls were dressed in darling miniskirts,
stockings and modest heels, something I'd never seen on either of them before.
Jamey's sweater highlighted her ever-blossoming breasts. But it got all over me
how much they resembled young women. Monica, too, had on a skirt and Derita had
changed from jeans into a micro mini and heels.
Mavis said let me show you girls how to treat white sluts like this, grabbed
my hair, gave me icy looks and tossed me to my knees. She called me every name
in the book, slapped me, spit in my face before throwing me to the floor and
telling me that I should be ashamed of myself. Then she dragged me across the
floor until I was in front of the girls. She accused me of not coming to her
because I knew how rough she could be on me. I protested that wasn't true. She
slapped me and told me to shut up and lie face down on the floor; I immediately
did. There was more conversation about me then she ordered me to get my clothes
off, every stitch I had on. When I tried to rise to do so, she told me to do it
lying face down on the floor.
I struggled to get my clothes off, not an easy task lying
face down on the floor. To make sure I didn't rise off the floor, she put her
foot on my back. Eventually I got the blouse unbuttoned and clumsily got it
off, then the skirt and the bra and panties. She told me not to stop there and
get the hose and heels off, she lifted her foot off my back so I could work my
way around to get my heels off and pull my hose off. She gave my panties to
Deanna and my bra to Jamey, saying she doubted it would fit her wonderful
figure but keep it as a souvenir.
I laid naked face down in the floor while a conversation ensued about my
ass. She had me reach behind me and spread my cheeks. The talk got raunchier.
She told Derita to get some belts and wooden spoons. Within moments everybody,
I think, began hitting my ass and thighs relentlessly. Mavis told me to stay
face down but to tuck my knees up under me and raise my ass. With my face,
shoulders and knees on the floor and my ass in the air, they kept spanking me
while Mavis talked about my ass and all the various ways she’d used me,
including the ass party from a couple of years ago. All of them, even the
girls, were relating their own experiences and making fun of what an ass whore
I'd become. Other than the spanking, nobody had touched me in any way but my
cunt was flowing from the verbal humiliation.
While they spanked me, they had more cookies, brownies. I found that ironic
as hell. Finally, Mavis told me to stand facing them. When I did, my ooze
leaked down my inner thighs. I glanced at the clock, which showed 4:20, over
five hours since I arrived.
Derita cuffed my wrists behind my back and pushed me out of the living room
toward the hall but instead of turning left to her bedroom, she shoved me
toward the main bathroom. I saw the red bag filled and waiting. Derita and
Monica put me on my shoulders and knees, ass again in the air and began the
process. Through the humiliation of them watching, commenting and
snickering, I winced and moaned, begged to expel but they denied me until Mavis
counted off ten minutes. They lifted me to the commode, I was in tears and
expelled while Jamey and Deanna howled with a mixture of laughter and comments
about how much it smelled. Derita gave me a clear water enema to finish
me.
They took me into Derita’s bedroom and positioned me face down across her bed,
upper body on the bed, hips at the edge and feet on the floor. There was
chatter about who went first but Mavis gave Monica the honors. Both she and
Derita took my ass with the strappy while the girls watched. Neither of them
used the strappy on me, both seemingly awed by Mavis presence. However, when
she left to put dinner on the table, Jamey used a dildo to fuck my ass.
Mavis served chicken and dumplings, green beans and carrots. They sat around
the table; I sat on the floor between Derita and Jamey, still handcuffed. They
took turns feeding and mocking me. My cunt oozed to the point that when the
meal was over, I'd left a wet spot on the floor. Mavis told me to lick it up.
Jamey laughed that I reminded her of a dog to which Mavis echoed that she was precisely
correct. Jamey carried this out more, calling me doggy names and saying things
like, does puppy like pussy. When I said I did, Jamey said I should bark.
We returned to Derita's bedroom. By now, the girls were more comfortable
with Mavis viewing their activities. Jamey took her panties off and climbed on
the bed; Deanna joined her. Doggy, me, knelt on the floor and nuzzled my face
to Jamey's pussy pushing her mini up in the process, Mavis cooed that she had a
lovely pussy and should not be ashamed to show it off and she wanted to see the
old whores tongue licking her sweet pussy. Jamey boldly pulled her skirt up to
her waist. I licked Jamey off, as much for Mavis pure visual gratification as
Jamey's sensual pleasure. Jamey was a little minx, totally with it, showing off
the power of her pussy over me. When she reached her climax, she told me ...
Here it comes, doggy, lap it . It was erotic, I was like a bitch in heat
lapping her.
Deanna quickly responded and lifted her skirt, Mavis said something like, oh
child, you don't know how good this is for me. I gave her pussy equal
attention. Monica slapped my ass and told me I'd better do her daughter good.
After Deanna came, I gave soft kisses to both of their pussies. Mavis hugged
them, saying how proud she was of them. She told me these were precious
examples of young womanhood and if I knew what was good for me, I'd be at their
beck and call forever. Then she raised her skirt and said I knew what to do.
While she hugged the girls, I licked her pussy.
From there it became open sex. Derita undressed completely and I knelt at
her pussy while Mavis continues to cuddle and kiss the girls. I noticed Monica
undressing Deanna as well as herself and by the time Derita came, everyone was
mostly naked and Mavis was fondling Jamey's breasts.
Deanna gleefully told Mavis she wanted to show her what she could do and
told me to get on the bed and spread my legs. Still cuffed, I got on the bed and spread my legs.
Deanna told Mavis to watch and slipped her fingers into my swamp, pumped me a
few times then slide her hand all the way up me. She looked at Mavis and said,
"Isn’t that cool!" Then she beamed that she knew how to make me cumm,
too. She rapidly thumbed my clit back and forth until, more than 12 hours after
my arrival, I finally had permission and exploded, squirted, came, screamed and
cried. Jamey, not to be outdone, demanded her turn and rammed her fist in me.
Deanna moved over my face and mashed her pussy against my mouth, telling Mavis,
"I can make her do this, too!" She grabbed my nipples and twisted
them. For god only knows how long, it was the Deanna and Jamey show,
demonstrating everything they'd learned from Monica, Karen and me. During this
dog and pony show, Deanna exclaimed to Mavis "and she doesn't care if I
hurt her, either." I probably had a half dozen orgasms and gave them about
the same. At some point, they took the cuffs off me so I could use my hands on
them.
Around 11:30, things subsided. Mavis said they needed to lock my cunt away
for the night and to my surprise, produced the chastity belt, which I found out
later made its way from Sherrie to Monica to Mavis earlier in the week. The
girls had never seen anything like the belt. Jamey teased me about having my
pussy locked up. Deanna pouted that she liked being able to see my cunt and
fuck it. Mavis told her there would be plenty of time for that tomorrow, but
now we needed to go to bed.
The five of them marched me downstairs and locked me in the cage with a
couple of blankets. Deanna was inquisitive about how I'd sleep like that and
said “poor Evie.” Despite not being able to stretch out fully, I was exhausted.
I thought how skillfully Mavis planned this whole thing and how she'd brought
everybody, regardless of their level of experience, into the day’s activities.
If not for the chastity belt, I would have frigged off in an instant. Yet
within minutes, I was asleep.
Sunday morning, Mavis came down to unlock the cage and removed the belt. We
went upstairs, I peed then we had coffee before the others stirred. She checked
the spanking marks on my butt and seemed satisfied. She told me the girls were
precious. I related my version of the experiences with them and that I
fluctuated between shame and sexual ecstasy when I was with them. She told me I
could not turn my back on them, they needed this and so did I, and I should
accept my role in their development, expand it to their friends and
re-emphasize that I was there for them.
When she heard people getting up, I started cooking breakfast. By the time
everybody strolled into the kitchen, it seemed like a normal Sunday morning
with me fixing pancakes and eggs for them plus mimosas for the adults.
After breakfast, Mavis looked at me; I knew what she wanted. I knelt in
front of Jamey and Deanna and told them I was theirs (not that I haven't done
this in one form or another before, but Mavis wanted to hear it) and they owned
me. I told them they have full rights to me, that I would serve them and asked
them to include their friends. Jamey prodded Deanna that owning me was really
cool.
Then Mavis told me bathe the girls and also shower, we needed to run an
errand. I bathed and dressed the girls. Surprisingly, Mavis gave the girls the
chastity belt and helped them put it on me, including the rear-attaching piece
with the butt plug. She had me put some of Derita’s clothes, a micro mini, half
cup bra and one of her low cut blouses. My tits were halfway falling out. She
told the girls she needed a few other things for a picnic this afternoon when
Hannah came over. I shuddered.
We went in two cars - me, Mavis, Deanna, Jamey in my car, Derita and Monica
in hers. Walking from the parking lot into the store accompanied by the five if
them already made me feel conspicuous and awkward in the belt and plug, skirt
halfway up my bare thighs and my tits halfway exposed. Inside the store, things
became more embarrassing. People stared. We paraded up and down the aisles, me
pushing the cart and getting the items. Mavis had this all planned, she'd make
me stand, bend over and get things off the bottom shelf. In doing so, my butt
was half exposed and my tits almost dangled out. One black woman pushing her
cart up the aisle did a double take. When I stood up, her mouth was open like
she couldn't believe what she saw. Mavis looked her straight in the eye and
said everybody ought to own a white woman. I turned beet red. The woman was
speechless. Mavis sauntered down the aisle and motioned for us to follow her.
In another aisle, she told the girls to do it. When a young black woman,
about 30 and two toddlers in tow, approached, Jamey told me to get a jar of
pickles off the bottom shelf, I bent and did it. She said, that's the wrong
brand. Blushing, I bent over again and got a different jar. This other black
woman laughed and asked if I was their personal shopper. (My tits were about to
fall out the top of my blouse, by the way, which the woman clearly saw.) Jamey
said, "That and more, isn't that right, bitch." I replied to her
"yes ma'am." Mavis told me to lift my skirt and show her what I
had on. I about flipped but she gave me the look. I lifted it enough for her to
see the belt. The woman laughed and asked if this was for real. Mavis said,
"Dead serious." The woman said she'd never seen a white woman do
this, or something like that. We moved on.
By now, I had the feeling people were following us around just to see what
was going on. I felt conspicuous as hell. We went to the aisle that had cases
of bottled water. Mavis told me to get a case of water that was on sale. There
were two cases left on the bottom shelf and obviously to pick it up, I needed
two hands. When I bent to pick it up, I knew my skirt was halfway up my ass
cheeks. There was this older black woman, 50ish, I guess, who tried to worm her
way through and get the last case. Mavis told her that I'd get it for her. I
turned beet red. Mavis gave me a nod so I bent again, exposing half my spanked
ass and chastity belt to this woman, got the water and when I stood up, my tits
had fallen out of Derita’s bra which was larger than what I'd normally wear.
But with the case of water in my hands I couldn't do anything about it except
let her stare. I put it in her cart and immediately started to put my tits back
inside the bra. Mavis held my arm and asked the woman if she thought I should.
The woman smirked and said if I didn't, I might get arrested but it didn't make
any difference to her. Then, still staring at my tits, she asked what that
thing was I was wearing where panties were supposed to be. Mavis told me to
tell her and show her again. Humiliated as hell, I told her it was a chastity
belt, turned my butt to her and lifted my skirt enough for her to see it again
and my spanked ass. When I dropped my skirt and turned around, the woman was
still staring. Mavis told me to tell her what I was to them, I said I was their
slut. The woman said I looked the part. Mavis said all of us have had her,
referring to me. The woman asked who spanked my ass and again. Mavis gave me
the look. I said all of them did. Mavis told me to tuck my tits back in my bra
(the aisle was getting crowded.)
She
talked to the woman briefly then told me to introduce myself properly to
Lakota. I told her, “I’m Evie, I’m their whore, a slut to all black women and
I’d fuck you anytime.” Lakota said, “indeed you will” and she’d be in touch.
The woman passed me and said I had a nice ass. I thanked her. Mavis motioned
for us to check-out, saying we'd caused enough commotion for a Sunday morning.
Mavis said I might have a new best friend, Lakota, but I would go through
her. We drove home in silence except for Jamey and Deanna giggling their heads
off in the back seat.
When we got home, it was like fuck city. Everyone was chomping at the bit
for a cumm. They stripped me, took the belt and plug off and my cunt drooled
down my thighs. While Mavis stood by the bed, the other four had me on the bed
sucking pussy and bringing them off with my mouth and fingers. All I heard was
shouts of how I was going to fuck this woman and what a whore I was. I was on
my back, Deanna, Jamey, Monica and Derita taking turns over my face and whoever
wasn’t on my face took turns ramming my cunt with fingers and dildos and
pinching my nipples. They had my legs back over my head, slapping my ass, then
fucking it nonstop. I know Monica squirted all over me, so did Derita.
Derita got her ropes. They rolled me over and tied my wrists together behind
my back as well as my upper arms, looping the ropes under my armpits and tying
everything off behind my neck. My cunt was on fire by the time she finished.
They kept spitting on me, slapping my face, ass and cunt until I was out of my
mind. Mavis said she hoped the girls got a good idea of how to use me and she
said something to Derita about finishing me off in style. They took me down to
the basement, put me on the floor and tied my legs and ankles together. Mavis
told the girls this was the appropriate time to piss on me and it did not take
much encouragement. Jamey did, so did Monica and Derita and then Deanna. Derita
and Jamey also rode my face again until they came and this wave of pent up
energy subsided.
They went upstairs to help Mavis make things for the picnic. Hannah arrived
and after a few minutes, dressed in her Sunday best, came down with Derita and
the girls. Her first comment was , "well Evie, you haven't changed a bit
since I last saw you" and that I looked like and smelled like a pig.
Despite my wretched condition, she didn't hesitate to take her dress off, pull her
panties aside and squat over my face, as if it was the most normal thing in the
world to get her pussy sucked, even with the girls standing there. When she was
finished, she pissed on my face, calling me a damn pig.
Mavis called down and asked if we were about finished because she needed
help finishing things. They untied me and Hannah told me to clean up my damn
mess. They went back upstairs and helped Mavis get the folding table and chairs
out of the garage and into the back yard. When I came up, I cleaned up, put on
one of Derita’s thin robes and joined them in the back yard. The afternoon was
uncharacteristically sunny and temps in the mid-70s so it was pleasant. There
was a lot of conversation about Hannah getting to know the girls. Her comments
to me were that she hoped I knew what fine young ladies these girls were. I
assured her I did.
There was no more sex. I helped clean up the picnic Items and the kitchen
then Monica and the girls left around 5:00. Before I left, Mavis gave me
Lakota’s number and told me to call her. I did and expressed my pleasure at
meeting her but Mavis said it would be a few weeks before I could see her. I
relayed that. She seemed okay. After the call, Mavis said slyly she wanted
Lakota to think of all the ways she would use me. I had to laugh.
Mavis dismissed me. I thanked her, kissed her and Hannah before I left.
