For the payback session
with Latoya and one of her friends, Mw “suggested” I reserve a suite at one of
the more prestigious hotels downtown. I reserved a suite for Friday the 19th, and asked that a
basket of chocolates and snacks be placed in the room, all charged to my card.
I called Latoya, gave her the details. Mw also suggested that another appropriate gesture would be for me to give Latoya $250 in cash as
a token of my servitude.
To increase my anticipation,
Mw locked me in a chastity belt late Thursday morning denying me orgasms until
I met the girls and. It was maddening; I wore it for 24 hours. Friday morning, she added a butt plug which I
wore for four hours. After lunch, she removed all that and supervised my shower
which included an enema. She selected my attire, a lavender blouse, black miniskirt,
lacy black half cup bra, black seamed thigh highs and lavender platform heels.
She packed a leather bag with an array of toys and we drove downtown, arriving
at the hotel around 3:00.
I checked in at the
front deck got the key cards then we went into the bar and ordered drinks. Mw told
me to text Latoya and tell her we’d meet her in the bar. She whispered sexy
words in my ear, reached under my skirt, lightly stroked my cunt and rubbed my
neck and ears. We were seated in cushy leather padded chairs at on one end of
the U-shaped bar. There were maybe 10-12 other people in the bar. Some gazed at
us. Mw said I’d probably leave a wet spot on the seat and how would I feel if
she had me lick it.
Around 3:45, Latoya
arrived with her friend, Shandra, a buxom but petit black girl. We all talked
briefly and while Mw engaged Shandra in conversation, I gave Latoya the $250 indicating
it was part of my gift to her for having to serve Molly. I apologized for what
happened but said I’m here for you, take it out on me. She said, “don’t sweat
it bitch I intend to get revenge and then some.”
After a few more words, Mw
said you girls have things to do. She handed Latoya the bag then kissed me; it
was a possessive kiss, her tongue in my mouth, her hand at the nape of my neck.
I just went nuts. Latoya, Shandra and I walked
out of the bar feeling a dozen pairs of eyes staring at us, drawing whatever
conclusions came to their mind. We found the elevators and room 1207.
Latoya pulled a bottle
of Jack Daniels out of her back pack and told me to get ice and cokes then fix
drinks. They dived into the basket of munchies and chocolates. After some
conversation, she told me to get rid of my fucking clothes. I stripped and watched
Shandra’s eyes absorb my nakedness then her gaze lingering on my swampy cunt. Latoya
told me to clasp my hands behind my head and spread my legs. She shamed me
about being an old slut and that my tits were starting to sag and my cunt
looked all the worst for being used, then spit in my face. They dumped the
contents of the bag on the bed and sorted through the collection of everything
imaginable.
Latoya pushed me face
down over the desk, pulled my arms across the desk then tied my wrists to the
far corners of the desk. She started beating my ass with everything in the bag,
angrily pounding away and calling me a fucking bitch. I cried. She fixed
herself another drink, came behind me, fucked my cunt a few stokes with the
strappy then pushed it in my ass and forcefully ass fucked me. Every stroke
pushed my clit against the edge of the desk, I couldn’t hold back and came. She
beat me again and told Shandra … see, I told you this bitch gets off on this
shit.
From earlier
conversations, I knew Shandra hadn’t fucked around with a white woman before and
was well informed about me; however, I sensed her struggling to process this.
Latoya urged her to beat me. She did, hesitatingly at first and experimented
with several of the devices but settled on a leather ping-pong paddle and spanked
my ass while giggling that everything she’d been told about me was true. Latoya
waited impatiently for her to get her fun then came back and whipped my ass.
Latoya untied me and led
me to the bed. I knelt and helped her out of her Capri leggings and pulled her
panties off. I kissed and licked her lips, nuzzled her clit and then worked my
tongue between her lips. I worked my hands up under her top, unfastened her
bra, then massaged her nipples and buried my mouth in her musky swamp. She
pulled her legs back, I swirled my tongue against her hole, went back to her
pussy, licked and rubbed her clit until she squirted and came. I eased her down
but she wanted more. I plunged my tongue around her hole, my nose nuzzling her
clit until she came again.
Shandra joined us, pulling
her clothes off. I massaged her breasts, sucked her nipples and fingered her
pussy to a cumm. Then I licked her cumm, whispering how sweet she tasted. She
moaned that she never dreamed anything like this urging me to “do her more.” I
licked her hole but she spread her pussy with her hands, moaning, “more, more,
more.” I went back to her wide-open pussy and devoured her until she orgasmed. She
was definitely more into getting her pussy sucked and cumming than she was
about beating me.
Latoya had me crawl on
my hands and knees and show Shandra what a white bitch did for black girls,
relating how I’d crawling around Estelle’s several weeks ago. She made me crawl
around the suite, bark like a dog for their amusement and mocked me about my
messy face covered in black girl cumm. Both of them swatted my ass and I licked
Shandra off again while Latoya fucked me.
That evening, Latoya wanted
to go out and “mess around” and “show off my bitch.” They selected a place with
loud music, smelly food and a dance floor. Ironically, it was a place Sherrie
and I went one evening after a concert years ago but left due to the noise and
a much too raunchy crowd. But for them it was perfect, packed wall to wall on
both levels. We went to the upper level, snaked our way through the crowd and
found a high top. After cheeseburgers and beer Latoya hustled the joint talking
to various black women. I lost sight of her until she brought two women over to
our table. She told me to dance with them, I did. One woman rubbed herself all
over me, frequently pushing her thigh between my legs, never saying anything
but grinning a lot. After a couple of dances, Latoya told me as a payback for her
having to fuck Molly and Crys, I was going to fuck these bitches, she’d told
them everything about me and they were itching to get it on. The five of us
walked two blocks back to the hotel. Not much was said but one woman was
already calling me “sugar butt” and had her hand under my skirt.
In the suite, I got a good
look at them, both about 30 and a few pounds too many, one had enormous tits. They
looked at all the toys and stuff strewn about and laughed. Latoya told them -
fuck this bitch, mess her up, use any of this stuff you want, anything goes.
They didn’t need any more encouragement. They were on me like wild animals
after raw meat. Within moments, they had me on the bed, pulling my clothes off (and
most of theirs, too), squeezing my tits and cunt and scraping their nails over
me. They wrestled me around seemingly just for the fun of it and tied my hands
behind my back. Lisa, the big tittied one, was sitting on my face bitching at
me “to get her pussy.” The other one, Courtney, with streaks of florescent purple
hair, knelt on the bed between my legs and had her fingers in my cunt and
ultimately her fist. Lisa rode my face like some crazy woman smashing her swamp
of an enormous hairy pussy over my mouth. I screamed into her pussy and ass
while Courtney fisted me.
They switched places, Courtney
squeezed her upper thighs around my head and thrust back and forth until she
came then squatted over me so her asshole was against my mouth. Lisa, every
masochist worst nightmare, beat my cunt then fisted it and tried to get her
other hand in my asshole but couldn’t. She resorted to the strappy, lubed me
and fucked my ass. I could hear Latoya laughing how hilarious all this was.
This madness went on until they’d used about every toy in the bag. They treated
my tits like they were inanimate objects, fucked my ass and cunt and mouth with
the strappy. Latoya was constantly in my face asking did I see what it was like
to be given to two women, an obvious reference to Molly and Crys.
Around 2:00 in the
morning they put me in the tub, hands still tied behind my back. All of them
pissed on me. They untied me, gave me a dildo and told me to fuck myself off
because why should they waste their energy doing something to me that I could
do for myself, according to Lisa. So, I laid in the tub splashing in piss,
fucking myself off.
Lisa stayed the night. Courtney
had to go relieve whoever was babysitting her kids because there was some kind
of a problem. Go figure. Lisa slept on the pull-out sofa bed in the other room
of the suite, Latoya and Shandra on the king bed. Lisa pulled me into bed and
had me sucking her tits half the night because it made her feel good.
Saturday morning, we stirred
around 9:30. I ordered room service for breakfast. There was discussion about
what to do next. Shandra couldn’t do a Saturday because of previous plans, Courtney
had called Lisa and was pissed she had to leave but wanted more. Then things
took a strange twist. Latoya talked with Lisa in the other room of the suite
then came back and said she’d rented me to Lisa and Courtney. I asked her if
she’d cleared this with Mw. She told me to shut up, she was in charge right
now, and I’d do what she told me; obey, check out of the room and get dressed.
They packed up the toys
and things. I dressed in what I wore the previous day, checked out online and
left a nice tip for the maid since the room was a mess. I tried to take Latoya
aside and tell her I don’t mind going with them but requested she run this by
Mw. She slapped my face, cuffed my hands behind me and said I was going with Lisa,
don’t dare question her decision.
All of us left together,
down the elevator to the parking deck level, got in Latoya’s car and she drove
a few blocks to a lot where Lisa had parked her car the previous evening. i got
in the front seat, Latoya tossed the toy bag in the back and told me she’d see
me later. As Lisa drove to her place. I timidly asked what was going on. She
said she’d discuss it later.
Lisa’s place turned out
to be a small, somewhat decrepit one story bungalow on a dead-end street in a
definitely black neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. There was no
driveway per se, she just parked in the yard close to the house, the shrubbery
was overgrown, the grass hadn’t been cut in forever, the place was surrounded
by trees and fairly isolated. Inside was about the same. I followed her through
the house noting furniture stuffed everywhere and boxes of stuff, a small
living room, her bedroom, another bedroom with a love seat, lounge chair, TV
and computer, a bathroom, a cluttered kitchen and a small breakfast room with
more junk. Looking out the kitchen door, there was a small back porch, a
dilapidated garage off to the right and a back yard that gave way to dense
woods.
She removed the
handcuffs then told me to get naked. I quickly processed that I didn’t know
where I was and figured it was safer here with her than running to some stranger’s
door. I asked for permission to pee and she nodded towards the bathroom. I
noticed she had two enema bags hanging on the shower curtain rod. Obviously, she
wasn’t expecting me so I figured she gave herself frequent enemas.
Back in the kitchen, she
commented on my earlier question about what’s going on. She said it’s pretty
simple. Not every day a white bitch like me comes across her path. Why not take
advantage of the situation and make the most of it. Latoya told her I was a
slut for black women so what's the difference. She might as well be the lucky
one beating my ass instead of some other sister. Last night made her feel
good, they wanted some more fun, paid for me, Courtney would be over soon.
Latoya wanted to come by and watch which she had no problem with. Whatever is
between Latoya and Mw is not her problem, that’s for somebody else to figure
out. Did I get it? I nodded, yes.
She led me to her bedroom, again almost as messy
as the rest of the house. She told me to get on the bed and positioned me on my
back, extended my hands above my head and handcuffed them to the center spindle
of the iron headboard. Glancing around the room, I noticed two uniforms hanging
on a hook by the closet, they looked familiar, I asked what she did. Her answer
surprised me.
She's a flight attendant and has been doing that
since 2010 when she was laid off during the recession by one of the businesses in town where she was a computer programmer. Unable to find work in her field,
she got a job with one of the airlines. She says her supervisor, an older white racist bitch dislikes her and she ends up with a lot of
crappy shifts and generally makes life miserable for her. Looking at me it's easy to visualize that
she can take out her frustrations. She continued that she was once
married but her husband was irresponsible and she kicked him out. As for
this place, where she lives right now, its temporary. She had a small house in
the city but back in the winter the plumbing froze, a pipe burst and hit the
electrical box starting a fire. She rents this dump until she finds something decent.
Then she asked about me, how I got into this
stuff. I began telling her the whole story but after about 10 minutes she told
me my legs were crossed at my knees and she couldn’t see my pussy, we should
fix that. She tied my ankles to the corners of the foot board. My cunt was drooling my wetness. She got a bottle of
wine, poured two glasses, tilted one to my lips and had me drain it. I started
again. First about Jody, then Tisha, Mavis, Molly, and on to Mw. She asked tons
of questions, especially about my early years with Jody; caging myself for her, freezing
the key in ice and all that. At one point when I was describing the caging, she
said this was making her horny, undressed, got on the bed, had me suck her
breasts then straddled my face and had me lick her pussy until she came. Then
she sat at the end of the bed, rubbed her feet against my cunt and told me to
continue. I did, describing some of Mw’s parties. I told her I used to keep a
list of all the women I served but it had gotten so long I stopped doing it.
But I admitted I’d been used by more black women than I could count, probably
close to 300 in almost 10 years but a lot of that was at crazy parties where
there were 10-15 women present.
Toward the end of this, Courtney arrived. Lisa
told her she missed the best confession she’d ever hear. Courtney wanted me to
start over but I told them you instructed me to keep a blog and it’s all there.
I gave them the web address, she looked it up and laughed that this will make
good bedtime reading. But to satisfy some of Courtney’s curiosity, I detailed Mavis
and her penchant for letting teen girls humiliate me. That led to more details
about Jasmine, Whitney, Pamela and others. I noticed she was rubbing her pussy
and I told her I’d take care of that for her. She undressed and sat on my face,
saying she wished I could talk and eat her at the same time. Nonetheless, she
came.
While I was satisfying Courtney, Lisa apparently
skimmed through the blog. When Courtney rolled off my face she handed her the
laptop and said read this. I don’t know what entry it was but Lisa said, you’re
really a masochist, are you, I said yes. She whacked my cunt hard with the
crop; I yelled. I was painfully sore from what I’d taken previously. She
whacked me several more times until I was on fire and trying to roll side to
side. Courtney stopped reading to watch. Then she began lightly tapping my clit
and cunt lips with the crop. Instantly I was in heat. She slowly increased the
intensity until I moaned in pain and lust. Then she focused solely on my clit, tapping
harder until I felt the imminent release. She thrust the end of the crop into
my cunt, fucking me and rotating it back and forth. I exploded. She laughed and
said, total pain freak.
They untied me and let me pee. They told me to
chill while they went into the living room and perused the blog. I drifted off
to sleep.
They woke me and said they’d concocted a plan,
largely based on some of the blog and their own thoughts. Lisa tossed me my
clothes, I dressed. They’d filled both enema bags which she carried and Courtney
had the toy bag. The late afternoon had turned dark and cloudy with lots of thunder
rumbling in the distance. We went out the back door, into the woods and down a
hill to a creek. She told me not to fret, nobody comes down here. She told me
to undress and she did, too. They tied my hands behind me, had me lie down and
tied my legs slightly apart to two small trees so I couldn’t get up. Courtney
hung both enema bags from a tree limb. Lisa inserted one nozzle in her ass and waited
while Courtney inserted the other one in me, pushed a vibe into my cunt and
tied ropes around my hips so it couldn’t slip out.
Then she released the clamp on my bag. Lisa
released hers and knelt over my face, her pussy toward my nose, ass towards my
body and had me eat her. Courtney whipped my tummy, tits, cunt and legs. Lisa chanted
at me, “come on baby, come baby, you want some brown.” Courtney whipped the
hell out of me; I didn’t care. Then Lisa went wild, coming in my face and
squirting her mess all over my lower body. Moments later I came and squirted my
own mess over myself and the surrounding ground. Then Courtney squatted over my
face and I ate her ass while she fingered off.
It was erotic as hell. They both pissed on me calling me a human toilet.
We lingered and recovered. I hadn’t had anything like this in months.
Lisa untied my legs, left my hands tied, and told
me to get up and walk around the woods with shit goo all over my naked body. I
started but the storm broke and poured rain, drenching us all and the thunder
and lightning got scary. They untied me. We didn’t bother to dress, just got
our things and scampered back to the house, totally soaked. Lisa bitched that
she was about to see one of her deepest fantasies fulfilled and the damn
downpour ruined it. She had to have my ass, pushed me across the table and entered
my ass with the strappy. In a fit of raw emotion and pain, I cried and yelled
for her to fuck my ass good. She did, I cried more.
We cleaned up, Courtney said she had to go, the
kid thing, etc. I latched on to her and slid down her rain soaked body and ate
her pussy again before she left to go home.
Lisa ordered a pizza for supper. We ate, drank
wine and talked. She told me I wasn’t her first white woman, gave some details.
She also has given herself enemas in the woods, a fetish of hers. But she
bitched that the thunderstorm interrupted her fantasy of having a naked white
woman walking in the woods covered in her mess. I told her I’d have done
whatever she wanted had the lightning not been so bad. I asked for my cell
phone and called Mw to tell her where I was and that I was okay. She had tried
to call Latoya but without success. I told her Latoya never called or showed
up.
Lisa said the blog is a piece of work and if she
never saw me again, she’d had memories for a lifetime. She imagined doing these
things to her hateful supervisor and hoped I wasn’t offended. No, it made me
smile. She said Courtney liked the descriptions of me doing mother daughter
combos because she has a 15-year-old daughter plus a 4-year-old son. Courtney
herself is 34. Lisa is 41. Not too long after dark we went to bed. She fucked
me again then we slept like babies.
Sunday morning, Latoya showed up and made no
excuses for her absence and acted like nothing happened. Instead of taking me back to Mw’s she stopped
at her apartment. She wanted to know what happened and I told her in general
terms. She tied me to a chair and unbuttoned my blouse enough to pull out my
tits. Then she made a call. In a few minutes, some guy she knew from the
college walked in. She had me suck him off and let him spew his load on my face
and tits. he gave Latoya $40 and left.
On the ride to Mw’s she told me she hoped that BJ
thoroughly humiliated me and I’d say nothing to Mw about this and anything that
happened this weekend is our secret. Also, she felt like she owned me and that
I was her money tree, I’d given her $250, Lisa gave her $200 and the boy $40.
She had plans for me to whore my ass out. I reminded her I don’t belong to her;
she replied eventually you will. I let it drop.
She took me back to Mw’s and acted like nothing
out of the ordinary happened. Mw was
suspicious and drilled her with questions about why she didn’t respond to her
calls. Latoya stumbled over her own words. Mw told me to go my bedroom; she
would get to the bottom of this with Latoya privately.
Later that night after Mw returned from
somewhere, we talked about the weekend. I told her everything. She informed me
I would not be seeing Latoya, any of her friends or Estelle. She handed me $373
in wadded up bills, which Latoya had left over from what she made off me. I
almost laughed. She asked if I had contact info for my new friends, I said yes
and gave it to her.
Her only comment was, “One door shuts, another opens.”
