Hello, Ma’am, I have much to tell you but there’s been so little
time to write
First, something funny and revealing about Linda, Lorraine's slut.
Think I told you that she was selling her house and moving in with Lorraine
full time. Ok, the house sells and Linda was supposed to be out by a certain
date after closing. The new owners come to the house expecting an empty house.
However, most of Linda’s stuff is still in the house. Worse yet, Linda's slutty
19 y/o daughter, Emily, is upstairs in one of the bedrooms fucking her
boyfriend. The new owners walk in on them. Emily tells them to get out of her
house. Chaos ensues. Linda called her attorney and told him to fix all
this, she can’t deal with it. (Linda is somewhat of a flake.)
Meanwhile, Linda, instead of going to Lorraine's as she was
supposed to after the house closed, decided to check in to a hotel for a few
nights. She called Lorraine and told her she'll be there later, that she needs
some time to herself. Lorraine is super pissed, gets Talia and they track down
Linda. They find out that, yes, she needed to take care of the moving, but also
she was picking guys up at the hotel bar and enjoying some fucks. They took
Linda back to Lorraine's and gave her the third degree and roughed her up. Linda
pleads for mercy, spills the beans on her daughter, thinking that will gain her
some sympathy. But no. Lorraine made Linda get Emily on the phone then took the
phone and said to get her slutty butt over here right now, that her mother had
something to tell her.
Emily shows up. Linda is naked on her knees, cuffed and sucking
Talia. Emily is stunned; she didn't know the full relationship with Lorraine or
that she was a black woman. Emily tells her mom that she’s a bigger slut than
she is. Lorraine tells her she'll be doing exactly what her mother is. They
overpower her and fuck her. The next day they invite Mw over to join in and
eventually they invited Jocelyn. Mw said Emily acted like a spoiled princess
and was frightened of everything. They made Linda and Emily do each other and
eventually decided the natural arrangement was to have Emily fuck her mom; it
was more fun for them and more humiliating for Linda plus Emily is scared to
death of anything painful. After a day or two she became more at ease kissing,
fondling, and fucking her mom.
Mw said Linda is seriously punished and humiliated but is safely
at Lorraine's. Emily comes and goes. I knew none of this until late Friday
night, the 18th.
Now as for me.
While all this nutso stuff was going on, I was busy with a heavy
dose of Louise for three days, even sleeping with her at night, being waked
during the night to suck her off. I did most of her daily tasks, sanctioned by
Mw, while she either watched TV, played candy crush and such. That came to a
halt when Mw decided I needed a couple of days of rest because she had
something major lined up for me.
On Sunday afternoon, the 20th, she had me shower and make myself
beautiful. I waited naked except for fishnets and platforms in a position in
the living room until another black woman, Estelle, arrived. She looked me up
and down, fondled me a little and said I had the perfect old white whore body
and would do just fine. I blushed in humiliation. My assumption was that Mw
intended to rent me to Estelle. However, that wasn't the case. Estelle
handed me a garment bag and told me these were my clothes, put them on. Shocked,
I did and dressed in a tangerine colored iridescent micro dress, crotch less
black panties and push up bra. Mw was in stitches and said I never looked
more like a two bit whore. She told me to go down to the dungeon and get a gray
suitcase and bring that upstairs. I did so. Mw told me to bring that, get my
purse and iPad and we needed to make a short trip.
We got in Estella's car. Mw told me that during the recent black
b'ball tournament she made some connections, which she'd checked out, of some
of the girls who played on the team and lived in an off campus apartment house.
Estelle would be my handler for a few days. Bottom line was, she was giving me
to them. I'm fuzzy on the connection between Mw and Estelle but it makes no
difference.
The place we went to was an old two-story white frame house a
couple of blocks from the campus of the predominately black university in town.
We walked in, me in my hooker attire and carrying the gray suitcase, and there
were six black girls that cat called and insulted me up one side and down the
other. Mw went through every room of the house, checking it out, insuring there
were no men then told Estelle and the girls that this was a “go” as long as
they understood the rules: first and foremost, I was her slave and lived to
serve black women and girls. Do what they wanted and use me as they wished,
that I was trained to serve black pussy and ass, a pain whore and an ass fuck.
I'd cook and clean for them, their girlfriends were welcome but absolutely no
men; otherwise, it’s all over. The only clothes I was allowed was what I had on
my back, otherwise I was used to being naked. The girls had no problem with any
of that. Mw handed one of the girls the suitcase and told them to have fun;
she'd be back for me on Friday. Estelle would check in daily. I was absolutely
shaking in fright as she and Estelle walked out and left me.
The girls wasted no time. One of them, a tall athletic girl, told
me ... Let's we what you got, bitch, get naked. Mortified, I undressed while
they sneered. They opened the gray suitcase and laughed as they went through
the assortment of toys: dildos, strappies, anal toys, ropes, cuffs, gags,
paddles and flogging devices. I wanted to sink through the cracks in the old
wooden floor as the expressions in their faces turned to laughter and they called
me a hard core old white trash whore. Leticia, the tall athletic girl, pushed
me to the floor and told me to take off her sneakers and suck her toes. They
sat on the ragged old sofa and chairs and had me sucking toes. One girl came
behind me and rubbed her hand through my dripping cunt while I moved from
Letitia's feet to another girls bare feet. One girl said toe sucking is for
later; lets fuck this damn bitch. They pushed me onto the sofa. In about
60 seconds they undressed and had me on my back, grabbing and mauling me. One
girl settled her pussy over my face and another had her fingers in my cunt.
Leticia pulled the girl off my face, bitched at her then stuck her pussy on my
face. There was constant bickering between all of them, like animals fighting
over raw meat, bitching and cursing each other until they figured out who was
first, second and so on. For me it was one glistening pussy after another over
my face. One girl fucked the daylights out of my cunt with the strappy. Their
infighting finally settled down and they methodically rode my face, orgasm
after orgasm dripping on my face.
Their verbal insults were atrocious; I must have heard the words
“old whore” and “white trash’ a 100 times. I had my first orgasm while the
third girl fucked my cunt and another girl twisted my nipples. They
repositioned me on my knees facing the sofa. One girl sat on the sofa and
pulled my face into her swamp. Someone tied my hands behind my back with lots
of rope then paddled and beat my ass. A girl fucked my cunt but then shifted
the strappy and took my ass, not only with the strappy but also with anal beads
and a graduated ringed anal plug. I orgasmed again. The ass fucking went on
until I was raw. I begged for mercy which they ignored. The whole time I ate
pussy and sucked ass. It went on until they were satisfied.
I asked to pee. One girl got a towel put me on my knees and told
me to pee. I pissed in front of them then they wiped my face with the piss
soaked towel then kicked me to the floor. My hands were still tied. One girl
tied my ankles and legs together. They told me to lie there like a good girl
while they decided what to do next. As I lay there, my mind raced through my
previous years of experiences and decided I hadn’t had anything of this nature
since Sophia and her gang years ago. I realized the similarities; strong black
women, around age 20, on their own and nobody to answer to. I’d shared those
experiences with Mw in previous conversations. I wondered if she knew what was
happening to me then surmised she knew exactly what would happen.
The girls came back to me and said they decided I would cook
supper for them but I’d have to go to the market and buy stuff.
They untied me and told me to put my whore clothes back on,
otherwise I’d go like I was, reeking of girl sex and piss. A couple of them
would walk me to the market two blocks down the street. That freaked me but I
knew my choices were zilch.
Two girls, Zeta and Jaliyah, both about six feet tall, escorted me
outside and down to the market. I reeked and had rope marks on my ankles, legs
and wrists. Humiliated doesn’t began to describe my feelings. This small local
grocery was almost totally black. People stared at me like I was from some
distant planet. No doubt in my mind other people knew what I was. Zeta told me
to buy 2 pounds of ground beef, onions, peppers, garlic, Ragu sauce, spaghetti
noodles, lettuce, cucumbers, French bread and wine. I told them I had no money.
They said Mw left me some, and handed me my credit card. I thought oh great,
now they’ll know my name. Mw doesn’t miss much. Check out was embarrassing to
say the least. The plump black woman waved her hand in front of her face and
said, “what’s that smell?” Zeta said it’s the whore, you can fuck her if you
want to. The woman replied she wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole. I turned
beet red.
We went back to the apartment; I undressed and cooked. While the
sauce simmered on the stove, they let me cleanup. I served dinner and sat with
them. They asked tons of questions about my background and I told them about
you, cutting my hair, my days and nights years ago of the cage, freezing the
keys in ice, your encouragement to meet black women, pissing in the floor when
I saw Tabitha, writing my confession, Tisha, Mavis, the list, everything. Sometimes
they’d let me talk; other times they’d drill me with constant questions.
As I elated my past, I realized how much I love you. Literally, it
brought tears to my eyes. The conversation and questions lasted well beyond
dinner. We sat around the table, me naked, them clothed, drank wine, smoked a
couple of joints and talked until almost midnight. Leticia said I’d sleep with
her that night. We went upstairs to where the four bedrooms were, two had two
twin beds, two had queen beds. One of those was Leticia’s. I brought her off
under the covers then fell asleep.
This morning, some of the girls went to campus. Before they left,
Leticia told me I’d be doing laundry and had the girls dump their dirty clothes
in separate piles in the hallway. She took me down to the musty, dank basement
where the washer and dryer were and made sure I knew the quirks of the old,
balky washing machine. I went upstairs and sorted six girls’ clothes into
delicates and regular loads. Two hung around the house. Both of them used me.
Jalena, another tall athletic girl, was by far the more dominant of the two.
Latoya, a chubby rotund girl, simply enjoyed having me eat her pussy.
By now I was putting names with faces: Leticia, Zeta, Jaliyah, Jalena
and LaToya, The sixth girl, Tierney, came home around noon and demanded her
private fuck.
Later this afternoon, I was in the basement doing laundry when to
my surprise, Mw came down the stairs, I greeted her in a position then she had
me stand, hands behind my head, legs apart while she checked my body and
questioned me about how things were going. Her only comment was “we’ll have to
be sure the girls take full advantage of this opportunity.” Then she told me to
continue my laundry duties while she went upstairs and talked to the girls. I
do not know when she left or what transpired upstairs.
The girls are studying for midterms. I’ve written this off and on
today when I could get to my iPad between laundry duties, fixing supper and
fucking Tierney, Jalena and Leticia. After fucking Leticia she told me they had
more information about me and some new ideas. Tomorrow I’m supposed to change
all the linens on their beds and start cleaning this place. It’s a mess.
I’ll keep you updated as I can. My love, e.
