This happened due to
connections through Talia. Several months ago, she attended a BDSM play party
in Norfolk and met a white couple who turned out to be the owners of this beach
house. She played with them during the party. They invited her to the beach
house for a weekend and she dominated the man. During the visit, they vented their
frustration about finding prostitutes for genuine BD play, they were to rote
and unemotional. Talia candidly shared some details about Mw and me, as well as
Loraine and Linda. The couple became interested. Talia approached Mw but she said
no. However, she kept pressing and eventually Mw agreed to a phone call with
the couple.
The couple said they’d
pay big bucks and wanted to invite another couple who were into BDSM. Name your
price. They also wanted it at their beach house located on one of the lesser
known barrier islands on the lower North Carolina coast which was becoming a
vacation spot for the well to do. It was directly on the beach, no other homes
within at least 150 yards in any direction and a salt march behind the house
ensued privacy and alleviated concerns of others hearing or seeing what they
shouldn’t. That intrigued Mw who believe a change of venue can intensify
desires and willingness.
I had no idea any of
this was planned until Sunday afternoon, the 23rd, Mw told me her
sister Lisette from NY was flying into town and they, along with Lorraine and
Talia were taking Linda and me to the beach for a few days of fun. When Lisette
arrived later that evening, we fucked that night. Monday morning around 9:00,
the car service brought over an up-fitted Suburban (cushy captain’s chairs,
mini bar and deep tinted windows, all the trimmings). Doreen, of course was the
driver. Talia, Lorraine and Linda soon arrived and we left around 9:30.
The first part of the four-hour
trip was giggly teasing. We stopped about an hour and a half east of Charlotte
for a pee break and then got on an interstate. That’s when Mw told Linda and me
the true purpose of the trip: we were being whored out to two wealthy white
couples who paid a king’s ransom for us. She told us to get naked that they
needed some fun before we arrived. We sucked pussy as the interstate traced its
way through nothing land until we got with about 30 miles from the coast then
took a lightly traveled two-lane road cutting through swamps and pine forest. Before
we crossed the Intercoastal waterway bridge to the island, we stopped so Linda
and I could freshen up.
The house is rather spectacular.
I'll have to show you a picture. It sleeps 12, is right on the ocean. The
island still has high sand dunes protecting the land. Typical beachfront house
built up on stilts with two levels above and an area under the house for two
cars to park and a small swimming pool on the beach side of the house.
We met the two couples; Brad
and Brittney, the owners, and the other couple, Tom and Blake. All in
their late 40's and gave the impression of significant wealth. Brittney and
Blake are sisters.
The house was well stocked
with food and liquor and sumptuously furnished. After introductions, Brad said
they wanted to invite two other couple that lived down the beach. MW didn’t bat
an eyelash and quickly said that's outside what we agreed and it'll be an extra
$4000. Brad said that's no problem and got the cash.
After conversation and
drinks, Brad suggested we all go to the beach and relax. We changed into
swimwear, Linda and I both into skimpy bikinis. Both the wives were model
quality, well-toned and reeking of privilege. Their husbands looked like they
spend half their life in the gym. They set up two cabanas on the beach. After
about an hour the other two couples joined us. One couple was somewhat older
but all reeked of wealth. We swam, sunned, drank and chatted, somewhat awkward
but necessary I suppose. We returned to the house around 5:00. Some of us
dipped in the pool to get the salt from the ocean off us plus there was a large
semi-enclosed shower by the pool. A caterer arrived at 6:00 and set up an elaborate
seafood buffet in the dining room.
After dinner, Mw took
charge. She told Linda and I to get naked. We did. She said my girls are here
to please and we (gesturing to Lisette, Talia and Lorraine) will be happy to fully
demonstrate their capabilities.
But the couples essentially
said no, we got this covered.
Mw shrugged then opened a
suitcase filled with about every toy imaginable. The men were hard as rocks and
the women constantly laughing at us, particularly Brittney whose verbal was
especially cutting. She said something like … they’d hired prostitutes for our games
but they lack emotion. Maybe some well-seasoned old whores will be more
interesting and you girls better give us a thrill.
Mw laughed then told the
four couples … they’re yours, how do you want to proceed?
Despite all the buildup,
they looked at each other until Brittney suggested that since it was almost
7:30 and the caterer would be back soon to retrieve his stuff, let’s go where
we wouldn’t be interrupted. We went down to the middle level where there were
four bedrooms and into a room with twin beds. They put Linda and I on the twin
beds on our backs and tied our wrists and ankles to the corners of the beds.
Then we sucked pussy and cock. There were some minor whippings across my tits
but it was bland. There was a lot of uncoordinated
timidity. It didn’t feel right and I couldn’t help but make the comparison that
black women know what they want and go for it. After the caterer left, Brad suggested
we go down to the pool level; it was too crowded in here.
They untied us, got the
toys and went down to the pool. Talia told them straight - if all they could
come up with was tying us to beds and getting sucked off, they weren’t getting
their monies worth. you white folks need to learn something about these
bitches.
Addressing the couple, Mw
diplomatically admitted that first times can be tricky to get off the ground
but she truly wanted them to enjoy our girls and yourselves. Then she vividly
described us, depicting me as her complete slave whore, my masochistic psyche,
my servitude for pussy but I’d take cock when the situation dictated. She described
Linda as an equal opportunity pain slut willing to take on men and women, and
that her daughter also dominated her. Then she suggested they watch for a bit
and let Talia and Lisette take charge.
Talia positioned me under
some of the heavy wooden beams supporting the upper floors of the house. She
put suspension cuffs on my wrists, pulled my arms over my head and roped the
cuffs to some overhead beams. She put another cuff on my right ankle and pulled
my leg upward until it was almost parallel with my body and my foot almost as
high as my head. I tottered on my left leg, my cunt wickedly exposed. She
positioned Linda kneeling on a narrow bench, tied her hands together under the
bench, then scooted her knees up almost to her tits so her ass was raised and
vulnerable, then tied her ankles together. She and Lisette began whipping our
cunts and asses’, easy targets, and in my case, my tits as well.
This brought the party to
life. The couples quickly connected and
tossed timidity aside. Linda, in her position, could easily suck cock and she
did. Brittney became my main tormentor and whipped my cunt as did the other
wives and some of the guys. They whipped and pinched my cunt and clit until I
came. Talia added a rope around my waist, pulled it through my ass crack, up through
my cunt and tied the rope to an overhead beam. I was in agony. Lisette gagged
me. Blake pulled my cunt lips protruding from the rope that split my cunt,
raked her nails over my lips and I came again. Beatings and abuse continued
with everything available. I saw the men taking Linda’s ass. That electrified
my senses. My mind went wild and I realized I loved what was happening.
Then we both were
untied. But Talia wasn’t finished. She tied us both on our backs, our legs
separated wide in a V and pulled up over our heads, until our lower bodies were
lifted and only our shoulders and heads remained on the concrete floor. Again,
more whippings. The guys easily fucked us and so did the wives with the strappies.
Talia and Lisette pissed on us. Others did the same until we were soaked. We
were untied again and Talia told us to crawl to our paying clients and suck
some cock and cunt in appreciation. We did. That finished the evening.
(I won’t go into a day
by day, hour by hour description of everything, but here are the humiliating
highlights.)
The following morning,
Tuesday, Brittney told me to get my bikini on, she wanted to walk on the beach.
She’d also enlisted Blake and Lisette to join us. Brit had been especially mean
to me Monday night plus she and Lisette seemed to hit it off. We dabbed on
sunscreen and walked down the beach probably about a half a mile until we
reached a secluded area. She led us up the sand dunes and down to the other
side where we were somewhat hidden. She pushed me into the fluffy sand and told
me if she had her way about it at some point I'll be walking up and down the
beach naked. She and Blake wrestled my bikini off. Brit pounced on me and
straddled my face, pulled her bikini bottom aside and told me to eat her off.
Lying helplessly on the sand I ate her and tongued her sweaty asshole. Lisette
and Blake pulled my legs apart, fingered my cunt and slapped my tits. Brit
laughed how pathetic I was last night and how much she enjoyed having a whore
she could do anything to. She pissed on me. When they finished humiliating
me they rubbed my bikini in the sand and told me to put it back on. I did; it
was irritating as hell and the walk back was excruciating. We passed a few people
on the walk back but when there was some distance between us and others, she
had me pee into my bikini bottom. Pee dribbled down my legs.
We took the path that led
from the beach over the dune's back to the house. Halfway to the house Brit
pinned my arms behind me and Blake yanked my bikini off. I stood there naked
and humiliated because there's a main path to the beach about 200 feet away
where anybody going or coming from the beach could have seen me. We open
the gate and they pushed me into the pool both jumping in on me and wrestling
me round in the water. For a moment, it seemed we were going to have sex in the
pool. Brit tied my hands behind me with rope lying on the deck from last
night’s activities. They pulled my hair and dunked me. Mw came down to see what
the commotion was about. She laughed and said my slut sister was upstairs
getting fucked like a pin cushion and I might as well make myself useful.
Brit said, fuck this,
let’s go upstairs where its cooler and use this whore. They led me up the
outside staircase to the upper level and into the living room. Linda was tied
across the dining room table sucking one guys cock and taking another one in
her cunt. Amanda and Laurie watched but when they saw us they decided they’d
have a girl’s party with me. With Brit and Lisette calling the shots, they
pushed an ottoman against the wall and had me kneel in front of it with just my
face buried into the ottoman. They spread my legs and tied my ankles to a
spreader bar. Laurie sat on the ottoman with her legs pulled back and pull my
face into her pussy. Brit put on a strappy, lubed my hole, squatted behind me
and announced that she was going to fuck my dirty whore ass. Lisette hinted
they could make this more challenging for a true masochist and tie my hanging
tits around the base. They did and added clamps and weights. As Brit ass-fucked
me and I ate Laurie, Amanda and Blake swatted my tits. From then on, it was all
of them taking turns, fucking, pinching or spanking me.
After the wives had
fucked me to oblivion, two of the guys fucking Linda came over and carried me
to where she was still tied across the table, man-cum glistening all over her.
They positioned me face down on top of her in a 69 position and had us eat each
other.
A few hours after this
session, I admitted to Brit privately that the humiliation was getting to me,
and when I get like this, I lose reason, go into crazy mode and want to be hurt.
Please don't stop. She nodded that she sensed it and said she'd ensure the
other wives knew. She kissed me, literally raping my mouth with her tongue. I told
Mw about this. She said I did the right thing and she'd reinforce it with the
wives. Later, Brit cornered me and said she told the others. I thanked her. She
forced her thigh between my legs. I rubbed my cunt against her thigh and came
again then knelt and licked her off. We did more deep kissing, tight hugging
and I cried. She held me and whispered not to worry, they'd take care of me.
That night, the men tied
Linda and took her to the dunes to fuck her. The wives now controlled me. They took
me down by the pool and tied me to one of the huge posts on the bottom level,
my hands tied behind the post and my ankles together and secured them to the
post. They’d taken several lengths of bamboo from a decorative large glass urn
upstairs. They laid one piece of bamboo above my tits, the other below my tits
then tied the two pieces together as tightly as they could so that my tits
were mashed and squished out. Laurie bit my nipples until I cringed in agony. There
was a brief rest before she and the others beat my tits and nipples with short
leather straps, particularly my nipples until I was screaming for mercy. But that
only led to them gagging me with their panties and taping my mouth to muffle my
screams. Then they plugged the wand in to a nearby outlet and taped and tied it
against my upper thighs so the head of the wand just touched my cunt. Then
turned it on. Vibrations racked my cunt; I squirmed. They applied clamps to my
nipples then fixed drinks, pulled up lounge chairs from the pool and watched my
agony and torture. The wand was relentless as was the pain in my tits and
nipples. I came until I cried and was literally about to pass out. That night
they gave me some very tender aftercare.
Early Wednesday morning
after some of us went in the ocean, Lisette told the men to get lost, she had
something to show the wives. She had me strip off my bikini and took me into
the shower by the pool. She tied me hand and foot on the floor, (this shower
stall was easily 4’ by 6’.) She told Blake and Brit to start frigging off
because she intended to something special to me. Lisette frigged me. When we
were close, and with all the women watching, she shit on me which shocked the
hell out of the wives. They squirted and I came.
That same afternoon the
wives plus Talia and Lisette had me on one of the leather sofas with my ass
scooted all the way down to the edge of the sofa and my legs thrown back over
my head and my ankles and my wrists tied to the back corners of the sofa so
that my ass, cunt and mouth were completely available. Then they pulled Linda
out of one of the bedrooms and threw her on the other sofa directly across from
where I was. I watched them tie her in the same way. They blindfolded me
and let me squirm for a few minutes. I assumed they did the same thing to
Linda. Then they spanked my ass and the backs of my thighs, my cunt
and my asshole. I tried to listen to what they were doing to Linda because I
heard her yelling. They fucked my cunt and ass, sometimes with dildos,
sometimes cock. Sometimes my cunt, ass and mouth were filled. Some guy fucking
my ass, withdrew and immediately felt his cum going across the front of my body.
Brit's repeatedly yelled at me about being her whore. I came multiple times. I
got carried away into subspace and felt like I was floating backwards into some
darkness.
Wednesday night, our
last night, the wives planned some final humiliation for me; the men took care
of Linda’s final night. The wives tied me securely, wrists, upper arms, tits. They
added a cunt rope and around 11:30, walked me out to the beach then into the
dunes. They had me kneel and suck ass and pussy, telling me how much they would
miss this attention. They pulled out a small box and held it in front of my
unbelieving eyes. Blake said, guess what, whore, we have a little going away
present for you: suppositories! They inserted them and one in me also. They
blindfolded me. I waited in complete anticipation of what was to come. They
pushed me into the sand. Then it started, one by one they shit and pissed. I
did, too. Brit mocked me about having my pathetic white body dominated by your
own kind. I reeked, smelled to high heavens and cried. I don’t know where the
tears came from but they let me get it out. I was emotional and cried that I
loved them. They guided me to the surf and let the waves cleanse me.
The following morning.
We said our goodbyes. Doreen picked us
up around 11:00 Thursday morning. Mw had arranged and paid for her room at a
beachfront inn while we were at the house.
The ride home was quiet;
we were all tired. I was so sore and my tits so swollen that all I could wear
was a soft cotton cover up. I will see you as soon as we can. kisses, e.
