Molly's impromptu success with Sherrie at the mall on Saturday,
which you know of by now, led her to try her luck with me. Admittedly, her vivid description of throngs
of black women of all descriptions, dressed in every form of attire from chic
to slutty, invading the shopping domain of the city's upper crust, intrigued
me. She stuck a few essential items in a back pack and we went down Sunday
afternoon, I dressed somewhat alluringly. Though the numbers of black women
weren't quite as overwhelming as what she experienced on Saturday, there was
still a plethora of black women and girls of all shapes and sizes in the most
outlandish attire you can imagine.
We sat for a while in one of the most heavily traveled corridors
simply people watching until Molly spotted something of interest, two black
women, middle aged, both a few pounds too many, casually browsing and talking jive.
Their attire was off the charts. One had on a bright peacock blue tights that
showed every curve of her butt and thighs, black over the knee high heeled
boots slit in the back so she could walk, and a black leather jacket. The other
in patterned black hose, ungodly high heels, red leather mini, low cut blouse
with her boobs falling out the top, and a cream colored faux fur jacket. Molly
told me to go for it and make it good.
I fell in behind them until they window shopped in front of Soma.
Timidly I asked the woman where she got those boots; they were beautiful. She
looked at me strangely I told her I was serious those were the most beautiful
boots I'd ever seen and loved how they looked on her. She asked what it was to
me; I responded that they made her look hot. I asked if they were here for the
basketball tournament and they were. We exchanged a few words, they seemed to
ignore me so I pressed harder and told them I found their style to be enticing
and provocative. One woman asked me who the fuck I was, the fashion police? I
said no, someone who admires black women. The other woman, asked me what I
wanted. I said I'd like to know you better. She looked at me like crazy and
asked me what "know" meant. I
told them I was fascinated by black women, their uninhibited way of expressing
themselves and had been with lots of black women intimately. The boots woman
said, you want to fuck me? I gestured toward Molly and said if I don't she'll
be very disappointed. She asked what up with you two? I told her I'm Molly's
slave, had been for years and had been with numerous black woman to please her
and others. They laughed and stared at Molly, innocently sipping her coffee.
She came over and shedding her air of faked innocence, nodded to
me, said this my whore and she'll fuck your brains out. The women shifted their
attention to Molly who told them I was the real deal. They thought we both were
crazy: Molly told them they were the crazy ones, how often did they find a
white slut who grooved on getting fucked up by black woman.
Molly determined they, Falen and Shelby (boots woman), lived about
45 miles away, had a room at one of the hotels adjacent to the mall and were
staying through Sunday night to finish partying before going home early Monday
morning. Molly's initial thought was loaning me
out for a couple of hours but the revelation of them staying through the night prompted
her to offer me for the evening for a price, an all-night rate of $600 for both
of them. The women bitched; Molly bitched back. Falen asked me what I did, I
replied anything you want, I am a slut to black women and get off on being your
whore. Negotiations flew back and forth. Molly unzipped her back pack enough so
they could see she thoughtfully brought along a few toys including a strappy.
They finally settled on $400 for 5 hours.
We followed them to their hotel, a nice one, stopping by a cash
machine on the way. Molly went up with us the check the room, determined things
were okay, reiterated no men allowed, collected her money and would be back at
7:00. She gave them the toys, winked at me and said have fun.
They had a bottle of Crown Royal and some Drambuie. They told me
to get some fucking ice. Shelby told me to wait, if I was a whore, I could go
naked. Falen bitched at her, called her a dumb ass nigga, that what if I got
caught and arrested, they already paid for me and would be shafted out of any
white pussy to fuck over. They called each other dumb niggas until inside of me
I was dying with laughter. As a compromise, I suggested a trip to the ice
machine in bra, panties, hose and heels. They agreed.
I fixed drinks for all of us and we talked briefly. They referred
to themselves as bad bitches and me as white trash, cranking up the cursing,
shoving me around, taking advantage of their superiority and my weakness. Shelby
told me to get the rest of my clothes off, she wanted to see white pussy. When
I was naked, she told me if I liked them damn boots so much, come over and
worship them. Kneeling, I licked her boots and dragged my tongue over every
inch of them. This turned me on tremendously and built up this mindset of being
their whore and slave. Falen became impatient and said the shoe licking shit
was dumb and she wanted her pussy licked. Again, they started bitching at each
other.
I could see where this was going, nowhere; something that has
happened before when two or more women arguing over who got to go first. I
subtly took the lead and pulled Shelby’s blue tights down to the top of her
boots, revealing no underwear which I suspected. I pulled Falen over to sit
beside her on the bed and pulled her patterned pantyhose down to her ankles. I
started rubbing and kissing one pussy, then the other until both of them began
to feel the sensations. Shelby's tights around the boots prevented her from
spreading her legs enough for me to really get into her pussy. I unzipped and
removed her boots, pulled the tights off and asked her to let me put her boots
back on because I loved the dominate symbolism. I did the same with Falen,
removing her skyscraper heels and pantyhose then putting her heels back on. Now
I could fully get at both of their pussies and alternated between sucking,
licking and fingering them. Falen came first and squirted all over me. I moaned
and finished off Shelby, undressed her completely then did the same with Falen.
All of that was wonderful because it gave me ample opportunity to savor their
breasts and nipples with my mouth and hands.
There was more general bitching, pulling me back and forth until
Shelby told me to crawl around on all fours. They remembered the toys Molly
left for us, collared and leashed me and used the short paddle. The raw, erotic
symbolism of being led like a dog, a naked full figured black woman prancing
around in above the knee boots and another one tottering behind me swatting my
ass made me feel so insignificant. Also, in my mind, it was the catalyst for
them to realize the full power they possessed. This scenario of me as their
dog bitch lasted forever. They eagerly took turns pulling me around, swatting
my ass, thighs and tits with the paddle and also one of their belts. Frequently,
they would pull my mouth to their pussies and have me suck them off repeatedly.
That led to my mouth on their asses,
being spanked and ordered to get my tongue in that black hole. Falen could
squirt like a fire hose and my face was a mess which drove them into fits of
laughter.
The dog bitch scenario progressed into them using the strappy.
They would have me on elbows and knees, ass in the air, and one of them fucking
my cunt and ass while the other slid her pussy against my face. Between fuckings,
sometimes they would hit my cunt with the belt then fuck me again. My cunt was
swollen, red, puffy and aching. When my knees were so sore I could barely
crawl, they had me on the bed and took turns, one queening me while the other
fucked me. I had four orgasms throughout the afternoon but I would guess they
had twice as many.
Molly returned around 6:45. She laughed at my bedraggled appearance
and my swollen cunt, not to mention my well spanked ass. She knew they got
their monies worth. She also made me tell her how they used me while they sat
there giggling and commenting on what a damn fine bitch I was. Molly told them
they could use me again sometime and she had another white bitch who she might
allow them to use, perhaps both of us together if they were willing to include
a couple of their lady friends. They exchanged phone numbers.
I cleaned up, dressed and thanked them. They, in turn, thanked
Molly. On the ride home, Molly was as ecstatic as I have ever seen her. When we
got home, she pinned the $400 to the cork board in the kitchen as a reminded of
what I was to her.
It’s still there.
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