Nadine's Submissive Games

Nadine’s Submissive Games

By Reddbunnz

Chapter One

“I’m gonna kill that fuckin’ Carol!” I mumble as Henry’s cock continues to plow into and out of my ass. 

‘Who the fuck are you kidding?’ I ask myself.  ‘You love every minute of it.  It’s consensual ass rape.  Something that you’ve fantasized about for years.  Only, it’s by the pizza guy!  Not your hubby.  Shit, the prick’s probably fuckin’ some whore in his hotel room right now!’

But, in reality, I can’t believe what is happening.  Here I am, Nadine, a middle-aged married African-American woman.  I’m also a full-time housewife and part-time Ebony slut.  I have a very shapely figure, 33C-25-37, and I know that my best feature is my very fuckable, bubble-butt ass.  My facial features are quite lovely, and it’s framed by jet-black hair that reaches halfway down to my ass.  I also think that my tits are ‘to die for’.  But, like many African-American girls, I really know how to shake my booty when I walk whenever I am trying to attract a guy with a big cock. 

But, right now I am totally naked, bent over the back of the sofa with my wrists tied together behind my back with one of my own scarves.  Another of my scarves is gagging my mouth as I am getting my ass fucked by the damn pizza delivery guy.  I should be screaming ‘rape’, but I am not.  Partially because my mouth is gagged.  But, mainly because I love every second of it.  Down deep I know that it’s a kinky, erotic dream come true.

This whole thing started off as a practical joke.   A dare from one of my on-line friends, Carolyn. 

“I dare you to order a pizza, and then greet the delivery guy naked wearing only your jewelry and 6”FM (Fuck Me) stilettos.” Carolyn said via an IM dare.  It sounded like fun.  “Ask for Henry to be your delivery guy, he’s a bit of a geek and probably will be very embarrassed to see a naked woman greet him at the door.  Then, after you pay him, give him a BJ as his tip.”

Well, the joke’s on me.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love giving BJs.  Even when giving one to a total stranger.  But, Henry is neither a geek nor embarrassed.  Plus, his big, rock hard cock pounding my ass right now tells me that he’s done this before.  Henry wants much more than a BJ as his tip.  Later I learn that Henry is Carolyn’s boyfriend; a real ass man; and he really knows how to use his fuckin’ big cock.  I also learn that Henry was on his knees between Carolyn’s legs sucking on her clit while she was daring me to order the pizza.

When the pizza arrives, I answer the door exactly as Carolyn commands – totally naked and wearing only my sexiest FM stilettos.  Other than that, all I am wearing is a silver necklace that hangs between my big tits with the words ‘Fuck Me’ and an arrow pointing down to my cunt.  When the delivery guy gives me my pizza, I tell him that I need to get his money from my purse in the kitchen.  As I walk away, I make sure to wiggle my naked ass as sexily and teasingly as possible.

While I am gone, he finds two of my silk scarves lying on a small table beside the door.  When I get back I hand him the money, he quickly lays it down on the table.  When I offer him a BJ, and before he can answer, I quickly unbuckle his jeans.  He shows that he’s willing when he pushes both his jeans and shorts down to the floor, allowing his gigantic big, black, beautiful cock to pop free.  He’s definitely no geek.

After stepping out of his shorts, he grabs both my wrists and drags me over to stand facing the back of our sofa.  Next, he pushes me down facing forward so that I must bend at the waist over the back of the sofa with my ass and pussy exposed and readily available for his viewing pleasure and more.  He quickly pulls both of my arms behind my back and ties my wrists together with one of the silk scarves.

My submissive genes are now wide awake and I am getting hot, wet, and ready for a good fucking.  I want that giant monster in my cunt.  I want him to go beaver hunting, and my beav is ready to surrender.  But, he has other ideas.  He pulls me up off the sofa, and then forces me down onto my knees.  He then tells me I better not scream.

Scream?  Hell, all I want to scream is ‘Put that monster in me now!’  Next, he tells me to open wide and get him wet, for my spit is the only lube that my ass will get.  My ass?  He’s going to fuck me in the ass?  He thinks that he’s going to rape my ass.  But, what he doesn’t know is that I love to be ass fucked.  Hell, my hubby does it all the time whenever he gets drunk.  Well, lately that’s almost every night that he’s home.

I take that monster in my mouth, and what a mouthful!  He’s not only long, but he’s wide, too.  He starts plunging his lovely man meat in and out of my cocksucker.  I also love to suck cocks, so this is no rape.  I love every second of it.  I can feel his monster continue to grow with each thrust into the back of my throat.  He grabs the back of my head and begins to skull fuck me.  It’s a good thing that I learned to deep throat a long time ago.

Eventually he feels that his cock is well lubed with my spit, so he pulls his monster out and gags my mouth with another of my scarves.  Then, he makes me bend down over the sofa again, exposing my ass and pussy for his use.  This time I know that my ass is his target.  He’s an ass man for sure.  He starts fingering my brown hole.  First one finger.  Then two.  Eventually he has all four fingers in my ass.  But, it’s nothing that hubby hasn’t done to me before.  In fact, he loves to fist my ass when he’s really drunk.  But, the pizza guy is much better.  He really knows how to turn a girl on with his fingers.  It doesn’t take long for my ass to tell him that it wants fucked, too.  So, he does!

       He pounds my ass good – awakening my pain slut genes in the process.  It begins to fuckin’ hurt because my spit is the only lube.  But, like I said before:  I’m a pain slut.  It hurts so good!  Thankfully my ass is no virgin to big cocks, so I am able to withstand his assault without any long term damage.  Like all pain sluts, I love the combination of pain and pleasure.  That’s exactly what I am feeling right now.  Pain and pleasure euphoria!  I want to scream ‘Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster!’  He must be reading my mind, for that’s just what he does. 

He continues to pound my ass for at least 15 minutes.  He also plays with my tits at the same time.  He begins by just fondling my female fun sacks.  Eventually he begins to twist and pull each nipple.  I think he’s waiting for me to yell.  But, I can’t yell.  My mouth is gagged.  Besides, I love this too much.  If I were to yell, it would be a yell of delight.  With each stroke I feel his cock getting bigger and bigger.  I also feel my nipples getting harder and harder.  Finally, he gets to the point where that monster plunging in and out of my ass feels like it’s just about to cum. 

Then, as luck has it, just has he begins to launch his baby makers in my ass, I hear the garage door opener.Fuck!  My fuckin’ hubby chooses that particular moment to return from his business trip early.  Here I am:  Naked, bound and gagged, and bent over the couch back getting fucked in the ass.  My hubby is home early from his trip and about to catch me getting fucked in the ass by a damn pizza delivery guy!

The pizza guy also hears the garage door opener and takes that as his cue to get the fuck out.  He pulls his giant cock out of my ass, pulls his shorts and jeans back on.  But, he leans forward and whispers ‘I’ll be back, whore!’ before he quietly slips out the front door, gets in his car, and quickly drives away.  Right now I do feel like a whore.  A whore who never got paid for an ass fuck.  Or, like one who is about to get busted by the cops.

I don’t know what to do.  I’m totally naked.  All I have on are my six inch FM stilettos, my wedding ring, and my ‘Fuck Me’ necklace.  My mouth is gagged and my hands are tied behind my back.  Plus, I have a fresh load of cum dripping from my asshole.  There’s no way that I am going to get free before hubby comes through the kitchen door. 

What am I to tell him?  ‘Honey, I just got fucked in the ass by the pizza deliver guy.   But, don’t worry; it’s just sex!’

‘Well, you could tell him that he raped you,’ I say to myself.

Fuck!  I greeted the fucker wearing only my stilettos and a ‘Fuck Me’ necklace.  How would I explain that to the cops when claiming that he raped me?  Besides, my hubby knows me better than that.  He knows that I like kinky shit.  He knows that this entire scenario is something that I fantasize about.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that I am probably living out one of my fantasies.  Which is true?

What do I do?  I don’t know what else to do, so I calmly walk into the kitchen where the pizza is still sitting unopened on the table.  I simply kneel on the floor; spread my legs wide open, giving him a great chocolate and pink beaver shot.  I try to pretend that my get-up is all for him.  If I weren’t gagged, I would have greeted him by saying, ‘Fuck me, you big stud!’

But, when he comes into the kitchen, I get the surprise of my life.  He’s not alone.  With him are our neighbor and his work buddy, Sam, and his wife, Henrietta.  Sam and Henrietta are not only our best friends and neighbors, but they’re also our sexy swinger buddies.  They’re two of the sexiest, and horniest, people that I know. 

Anyway, the first thing they see is me totally naked – ready, willing, and waiting for a nice big cock.  Then they see the pizza on the counter.  But, as they enter I wonder what they saw while driving up.  ‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) I think.  ‘Did they see the pizza guy leaving with a smile on his face?’

“Well, what do we have here?” my hubby asks.  “Pizza and pussy.  Two of my favorite things.  I am hungry, but I’m also very tired.  Which do I want to eat tonight?”

“While you’re deciding,” Henrietta replies.  “How about she licks my puss?  I haven’t had a good cunt licking for quite some time.”

Now, to be honest, Henrietta is my B-F-F (Best Friend Forever).  She and I have known each other since high school.  She’s a hot chocolate drop, just like me.  She’s a bit smaller in height, but her 34D-25-35 frame more than makes up for her lack of height.  In addition to being one hot, stacked babe, she also has a beautiful face framed by long hair.  Only, she dyes her locks blonde. 

She’s also a full time housewife and part-time Ebony slut.  Together we have been known to pick up strange cocks at the local bars and take them home for a ‘romp-in-the-hay’ whenever our hubbies are traveling.  Well, sometime what we pick up isn’t equipped with cocks.  We have been known to suck a dyke cunt or two from time to time.  But, that’s another story.

“What the fuck am I?” Sam asks, obviously irritated by his wife’s comment.

“Listen, asshole,” Henrietta answers.  “Everybody knows that no man can eat a pussy like another pussy.   Now, don’t get me wrong.  You’re a great fuck.  But, when it comes to eating cunt, you’re still an amateur.”

What Henrietta doesn’t tell either of the guys is that we get together a couple of times a week for some mutual muff diving.  There’s nothing like ‘lovin’ something from the oven’, and her oven is usually full of goodies.  What we usually do is get our guys to fuck us the night before.  That way, we are getting the best of both worlds when we get together.  We’re the ‘Creampie 69 for Lunch Bunch’.

Then, it dawns on me.  Ah, fuck!  Why isn’t he chasing Sam and Henrietta out of the house so that he can bang my box?  That is, unless he wants them to watch.  You kinky bastard!  Or, unless he’s truly too tired to fuck.  Not again!  That bastard probably screwed some whore in his hotel room last night and is not interested in my fuck box now.  But, the real question is ‘Did that whore have a pussy or cock?’  For, just recently I learned that my hubby loves to play for both teams.

I’m horny as Hell, and my snatch needs a good workout.  My ass is full of cum, but my puss is not.  Its feeling neglected right now and wants some equal time.  But, it looks like he’s too tired to fuck.  This happens whenever he travels and gets some strange pussy the night before he comes home.  That’s when he realizes that I’m still gagged with one of my scarves.  He comes over and unties the scarf gagging my mouth.  But, he also leaves my hands tied behind my back.

“Well, for what do we owe this surprise?” he asks.

“I thought that I would surprise you with your two favorite things:  Pizza and pussy,” I reply.  “But, I didn’t know you were bringing our fuckin’ friends home.  But, what the Hell.  They can watch if they want.  They can even join in.  Which to you want to eat first – pizza or pussy?”

“Well, how did you know that we were catching an early flight?” he answers.

Good question.  I’ve got to think fast.

“Lucky guess,” I reply.  “I just didn’t know how long I would be gagged and bound.”

“I didn’t tell her anything,” Henrietta replies.  “I didn’t get a chance to call her after you called and asked me to pick you guys up at the airport tonight.”

‘Stupid cunt!’ I want to yell.  But I decide to keep my mouth shut before he figures out that I was not expecting him home tonight.

“Well, here’s the thing,” he comments.  “I am definitely hungry, but I’m also very tired.  Mind if I take a rain check on the pussy?”

You Bastard!  Who did you fuck last night in your hotel room?  Weren’t you traveling with Sam?  Did you two hire some whores?  Or, did you and Sam suck each other off?

“Why don’t you sit down and have a slice or two,” I calmly reply.  “If you untie my wrists, I will gladly unzip your pants and give you a blow job while you are eating.  Then, we can see what happens after that.”

“Can I fuck her instead?” Sam asks.

“Only if she’s eating my twat while you do her,” Henrietta answers.  She’s always been one horny, oversexed bitch.”

After hearing all three comments, hubby walks over to the kitchen table.  Just before he sits down, he unbuckles his belt, drops his pants, and then pulls his shorts down to his ankles.  Next, he sits his naked ass down on one of the chairs and begins to eat a slice of pizza.

“Pizza, Sam?” he asks.  “Or, do you have something better to eat?”

“Listen, bitch,” Sam says to Henrietta.  “I think it’s time to go.  After all, it looks like they want some privacy.”

“Well, why don’t you have some pizza, too?” my hubby says to his friend.  “Maybe she’ll give you a BJ when she’s done with me.  After all, she’s not in a position to argue right now.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he says to me.  “You promised me a blow job.  So, get your fuckin mouth over here and suck my big cock!”

As I am crawling past her, Henrietta reaches down and fingers my ass.  I know that she can feel cum leaking from my brown hole.  But, she says nothing.

“OK, you big stud,” Henrietta says to her husband.  “All of this fuckin’ talk is making me horny as Hell.  Take me home, tie me up, and fuck the living shit out of all three of my holes.  Or, do it here.  I don’t care.  Just do it!”

With that, Sam drops the slice of pizza that he’s eating, stands up, grabs Henrietta by her hair, and drags her towards our back door.

“Call me in the morning,” Henrietta says as she’s dragged out the door.  “I think that we will both have something to talk about.”

So, even though I am still mad at him for fucking some whore last night, I crawl forward and begin to suck hubby’s cock – with my hands still tied behind my back.  I give him the best BJ ever.  I love the feel of his big man meat plunging in and out of my cocksucking mouth.  I feel his helmet banging the back of my throat.  I try to use my lips to capture his meat, but it’s too big.  With each stroke I feel it getting bigger and bigger.  Harder and harder.  Longer and longer.  He fucks my face for at least 10-15 minutes.

Suddenly I feel him grab the back of my head and force his big, black, beautiful cock deep into my throat.  It’s not long before he stops his plunging motion, pushes his cock as far forward as it will go, and then shoots his wad.  Thousands of little swimmers fill my mouth.  Surprisingly, I want more.  I want him to choke me with his cock and cum.  And, he does it all while continuing to munch on his second slice of pizza.

After he finishes eating his pizza, and, of course, shooting his wad into my mouth, he grabs me by my left tit and drags me through the living room and out onto our front porch stoop.  There he ties me bent over the front railing – facing the street with my tits hanging down for the entire neighborhood to see.  He also gags me with my scarf again.

Just as he’s about to go back into the house, he turns and says,

“I’ll call Carolyn for you.  I’ll tell her to call Henry and tell him that you need another pizza delivery.  She can also tell him that it’s safe to come back and finish what he started earlier.” 

He then goes back into the house and leaves me tied and naked on our porch.  Well, I am left there by myself for quite some time.  I am totally naked and humiliated.  The entire neighborhood can see everything that I’ve got to offer.  After about an hour or so, Sam and Henrietta come back over to the house.  Only, Henrietta ignores me and goes straight into the house.  Sam, on the other hand, does not.  He walks up behind me and begins to play with my tits.

Next, he begins to kiss the back of my neck.  Evidently hubby has told him that I love to have my neck kissed.  On the rare occasions that hubby wants to fuck and I’m not in the mood, kissing my neck usually gets him what he wants.  There must be a link from my neck to my pussy.  Kissing my neck always gets my pussy hot.

“Henrietta tells me you’ve been a bad girl tonight,” Sam whispers into my ear.  “She tells me that you’ve got a surprise in your asshole.  I love surprises.  Especially if they’re from some strange guy.  When I got home I fucked Henrietta in the ass.  Several times.  Right now your hubby is probably eating my cum from her bung hole.  Who’s cum will I be eating from yours?  The pizza delivery guy?  Don’t worry.  I will replace whatever I eat.”

The next thing I know he’s on his knees tonguing my asshole.  I love it when hubby does that.  I even love it when Henrietta does it.  But, it’s the first time that Sam has ever done anything with my ass.  Sure, we’ve fucked a bunch of times.  Usually on the same bed while watching hubby do Henrietta.  And, I’ve rimmed his ass a time or two.  But, he’s never even kissed either of my ass cheeks.  He’s always been bashful about ass sex at our parties.  Or, at least that’s what I thought until tonight.

But, he’s not bashful now.  He quickly dives in and begins to lick the pizza guy’s cum from my asshole.  I don’t know why Henrietta thinks he’s an amateur.  His tongue is very talented.  It’s long, slender, and he sure knows how to use it – at least on my ass.  God, it feels so good.  After about 15 minutes of tonguing my ass:  Hallelujah!  He begins to lick my puss.  It doesn’t take me long before I want to beg him to fuck me.

That’s when he whispers that he promised Henrietta that he will only fuck my ass.  Just like the pizza guy.  Next, I feel the head of his beautiful black cock probing my nether hole.    I want to scream ‘Put it in, you fucker!’  But, he’s in control.  I’m all tied up, and I have a gag in my mouth.  So, I have to wait until he’s good and ready.  Which should be any second now?

Then, I feel it.  Damn.  The fucker’s going to do it without lube.  Why are men so fuckin’ heartless?  Doesn’t he know that fucking a bitch in the ass with no lube hurts like Hell?  Or, has Henrietta told him that we’ve been ass sluts since high school?  Hell, back then the two of us probably had half of the cocks in the school in our asses at one time or another.  And, they only lube we had then was our own spit.

But, that’s ancient history.  Right now his cock is pounding my ass.  For the second time tonight, I am getting an anal fucking without lube.  And, it fuckin’ hurts.  Thank God some of the pizza guy’s cum is still in there.  At least it’s not totally dry back there.  Pain and pleasure euphoria, round two!He keeps banging away.  No romance here.  Pure animal sex.  Not an ounce of love.  Just raw, barbarian, ass fucking.

But, I love it anyway.  ‘Pound me good, you fucker!  Make me so sore that I can’t sit down in the morning.’  He just keeps pounding away.  Eventually I feel him about to climax.  He grabs my tits just as he makes one final thrust before emptying his balls in my ass.  God, it feels like he’s just filled me up.  How can that be?  He fucked Henrietta twice before coming over here.  Man, he must have one Hell of a quick recovery time.  But, I can feel his cum deep inside my rectum.  God, I need it in my pussy now.  ‘How about it stud?  Can you do it again in my cunt?’

About that time Henrietta comes back out of the house – totally naked. 

“Well, stud,” she says to him.  “Let’s go home.  I’ve got a real treat for your dessert.”

“You go ahead.” Sam replies.  “I need to talk with George about our presentation tomorrow.”  He then goes inside the house.

As Henriettawalks out to her car – still totally naked – I can see cum dripping from her asshole.  Fuck, the bitch just fucked my hubby.  Hubby wouldn’t fuck me, but he fucked her in the ass.  When I get free from here I’m gonna kill him.

“How about me, bitch?” I try to yell to Henrietta.  But, of course it comes out all mumbled since I am still gagged with one of my silk scarves.

“What you say, bitch?” she yells back.  “Oh, you want to clean my cunt and asshole?  But, your mouth is already full.  What a shame!  I guess you will have to do that in the morning.  See ya later!”

With that, she struts back out to her car – still totally naked.  I now understand that she’s a bigger exhibitionist bitch than me.

After Henrietta leaves, I am kept there all night by that SOB hubby of mine.  I am bare-ass naked, gagged, and bent over the porch railing for all to see.  And more! During the night two carloads of guys and a carload of bitches come driving by.  All three stop when they see my predicament and decide to take advantage of me.  Before the night is over, I’ve got cum dripping from all three of my holes.  My fuckin’ hubby just leaves me there to get fucked by anyone driving by until morning.

Eventually Carol shows up.  It’s a repeat of the session with Sam and Henrietta.  She’s with the pizza guy, Henry.  Like Henrietta, she goes into the house alone, leaving me there alone with Henry.  This is between the times the first carload of guys leaves and the second one arrives.  Only now I’ve got cum dripping from all three of my holes.

It’s a repeat performance.  For the second time tonight the pizza guys fucks me in the ass.  Without any lube!  The bastard must be a sadist.  While he’s doing that, Carolyn is up in our bedroom getting fucked by my hubby – and probably Sam, too.  God, I’m gonna kill that bitch someday.  But, unlike Henrietta, when she’s done she doesn’t leave.

Instead she comes down to the porch and tells Henry that he’s wanted upstairs.  Later I learn that although Henry is straight, he always loves a good BJ and doesn’t care who gives it to him.  Now I am learning that Carolyn is bi – just like me.  I should have never told her that Henrietta and I like to play ‘Creampie 69’.  Only tonight there’s no 69 with Carolyn.  We only play ‘Eat Carolyn’s Creampie!’

But, to do this she has to free me from my bondage.  She frees me from the railing, but does not untie my wrists.  Next, she forces me to my knees, plants her cum filled pussy right on my face, and then tells me to clean hubby's cum from her puss.  Of course, she knows that I love ‘clean up duty’.  I’ve even told her about doing it to Henrietta.  But, this is the first time that she’s fucked my hubby.  It’s weird eating his cum from her snatch.  It still tastes good, though.  Maybe even better than eating Sam’s cum from Henrietta.  If that is Sam’s cum that I eat from Henrietta.

Well, I take my time cleaning out her cunt, for I kinda figure that my freedom is short lived.  I am right.  As soon as I get her cleaned out, Carolyn quickly turns me back around, bends me over the porch railing, ties me back up, and gags me again.  I want to yell, ‘Fuck you, you nasty bitch!’  But, of course, I can’t.  Not with my mouth filled with my own scarf.

Finally, I remind myself that I’m a submissive at heart.  When hubby’s at home, we have a maledom domestic discipline relationship.  He’s in charge, and I do what he tells me most of the time.  Not always; but most of the time.  When he’s traveling, then I spend a lot of time talking with some internet doms and dommes.  Carolyn’s one of my internet dommes.  She learned a long time ago that I will do almost anything that she tells me.  That’s how I got in this position tonight.  Fuckin’ bitch!

Well, right before dawn, the third carload comes by.  This time it’s a carload of black bitches.  Each one is barely dressed.  Each has on a very short skirt and a skin tight top that shows most of her tits.  It’s obvious that none of them is wearing a bra or panties.  Whenever any of them bends over, you can see their pink.  They’re probably a bunch of whores on their way home from a night of street walking. 

By now it’s almost dawn.  They’ve probably been fucking anything with a cock all night.  I am sure that if they would drop their pants, I would find their asses or pussies – and probably both – filled with cum just like mine.But, of course, they don’t do that.  All they do is give me a hard time about being tied naked to the porch railing outside my own home.

“Boy, you must have really pissed off your man,” one says.  “I’ll bet he’s gonna give you a good whoopin’ in the morning.”

At that moment I figure that she’s right.  But, I’m never gonna admit it to that bitch.

Then, another one says to her friends, “Maybe we should warm her up for her ole man.  He’s probably asleep right now.  I’ll bet he’ll love finding his bitch with red marks on her ass when he gets up.”

“Whip her with what?” the second one asks.

“How about this?” the third one says as she pulls a two inch wide leather belt from her purse.  “I bet this will give her ‘what for’.”

“Why the fuck not?” the third one says.  “Who knows – maybe he’ll whip us, too.”

Next, I hear a whistling in the wind sound.

CRACK!

The one with the belt lands a good stroke on my left ass cheek.

CRACK!

This time it lands on my right cheek.

CRACK!

Then both cheeks at once.  This fuckin’ bitch is good.  She’s either been whipped a lot, or done some whipping herself.  Probably both.  She knows what she’s doing.  She’s probably got some clients into BDSM.

CRACK!

My left cheek again.

And so it goes.  The bitches take turns whipping my ass with their leather belt.  After about 30 minutes of whipping me, I hear the front door open.

“Sorry, sir,” one of the girls says to hubby.  “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“Well, you did,” he replies.  “You girls are just as naughty as my whore.”

‘My whore?’  He just called me his ‘whore’ in front of three bitches who’ve probably been fucking and sucking for money all night.  If any of us is a ‘whore’, it’s them!

“So, what are you going to do about it?” one of them asks.

“Ever had three black bitches at once?” a second one teases.

“Only in my dreams,” he replies.

“Well, let’s go make your dreams come true,” the third one suggests.

Then, all three of the bitches go into my house with my hubby, leaving me still gagged and tied to my own porch railing.  I know that they’re not in there talking about the weather!

Before long, it’s daybreak.  Most of my neighbors are on their way to work.  I’m still naked and tied to my porch for everyone to see.  It’s humiliating and kinky at the same time.  I guess that I’m also an exhibitionist at heart.  The more neighbors that see me there, the wetter my puss becomes.  Right now I just want some stranger to stop by and fuck me some more.

After about an hour or so, the three twats come back out of the house.  So does hubby and Sam.  But, hubby really looks tired.  After all, he’s spent the night getting his cock sucked by me, Sam, Henrietta, Carolyn, and a carload of whores.  Plus, he’s probably fucked at least five cunts in their asses and/or pussies.  Now, I want that cock in mine.

However, that’s not what he has in mind.  After the black bitches leave, he releases me from my public bondage.  But, instead of letting me clean up my pussy and ass, he tells me to meet him in the garage.  I know what that means.  The only time we go in there is when I am about to be punished.  When we get there, he releases my wrists from the cuffs behind my back.  Only he then re-cuffs my wrists over my head to cuffs hanging down from the ‘punishment beam’.

The ‘punishment beam’ is an overhead beam located in the middle of the garage.  There are 2 cuffs hanging down from the beam by 6” long chains.  The chains are located about 4’ apart, so when I am hanging there my arms are pulled both outwards and upwards.  When locked in, my feet do not touch the floor.  But, that doesn’t matter, for he locks me in ankle cuffs which pull my legs outward, too.  Once secured, I am chained as if I am on aSt. Andrews or X-Cross you see on some of the BDSM web sites.

Once I am secured spread-eagled above the floor, he removes my gag so that we can talk. I ask him why he is doing this now, and why he did what he did last night.  He explains that when they drove up last night, they all see the pizza guy’s car parked in front of our house.  They also all figure that I have simply ordered pizza for my dinner. 

But, he also says they were all surprised when they walked into the kitchen and saw me kneeling on the floor with my legs spread wide, my snatch already wet and dripping, my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth gagged with one of my scarves.  They also see that the pizza guy is gone.  They all figured that they had just interrupted me fucking the pizza guy.  If they only knew that he was fucking my ass, not my cunt.

“There’s no way that you could have tied your wrists behind your back without help,” he tells me.

Yup, he is right, too.

He also explains that later, while I am giving him a BJ, he sees cum dripping from between my legs.  He thinks it’s coming from my pussy.  But, either way, he knows that I have fucked the pizza guy.  That’s when he decides to punish me by tying me to the porch railing completely naked and leaving me for anyone to use during the night.  My offer to give him a BJ only delays that action.

Believe it or not, down deep I like getting treated like a pure slut.  It’s in my nature to submit to him and others.  After suspending me spread eagled, he says that he has to go to work.  But, he decides to give me a little incentive not to fuck the pizza guy again.  But, he doesn’t whip me.  He has another punishment in mind. 

He gets a set of nipple clamps – you know, the kind with alligator clip style teeth – and places them on both of my tits.  He then attaches little weights to the nipple clamps.  He does the same to my cunt.  Three clamps on each of my cunt lips.  He puts weights on all of them, too.  He then tells me he has to go to work and leaves.

He leaves me like that all day.  I’m hanging like that all fuckin’ day.  Thank God our daughter is away on a trip with her friends this week.  I would hate for her to see me like this.  She has seen me get whipped before.  But, she’s never seen me hanging in the garage with alligator clips, and weights, dangling from my tits and cunt.

About an hour after he leaves for work, I hear Henrietta enter the house.  Hubby evidently left the kitchen door unlocked.  She’s yelling my name.  But, naturally she cannot find me.  Or, so I think.  Eventually the side door of the garage opens. 

“W-T-F!” (What the Fuck!) She yells when she spots me hanging there.  “What has that bastard done to you?  He may be a good fuck.  But, he’s a real bastard.  You should consider leaving him.  Sam would never to that to me.  At least he never leaves me hanging when he’s not at home.  What would happen if you need some medical help?  Your hubby is a real bastard.  You need to get the fuck out before he kills you.”

Then, she gets a real nasty look in her eye.  She spots the cat o’ nine tails whip hanging on the back wall of the garage.  She quickly walks over and gets the cat.  She then walks back where I can see her and begins to run the handle of the cat along my tits.  Then down my front until it’s just above my slit.  Next, she begins to tease my puss with the handle.  We’ve done this routine before.  I know that she’s just dying to whip my ass with the cat.  But, for some reason she does not.

“I think that you really would love a good whipping,” she adds.  “But, you went through a lot of shit last night.  Maybe now is not the right time.  How about this?  If you promise to come to my house sometime tomorrow morning and eat my cunt, I will skip the whipping right now.  Agreed?”

I want to say ‘Fuck you!  Get me down from here!’  But, of course I cannot.  After all, my mouth is gagged.  She continues to tease me with the cat handle.  But, eventually she says that she needs to get home before Sam misses her.  She promises to come back and check on me later in the day.  But, she does not release me from my bondage.  Fuckin’ bitch!

By the time hubby gets home, both my tits and my cunt are sore as hell.  But, when he releases me, he’s naked as a jaybird and his big banana is rock solid.  But, after releasing me, he cuffs my hands behind my back again.  I spend the rest of the night light that.  But, I still don’t get any rest.  We spend the rest of the night fuckin’ like newlyweds at a bondage party.

By morning I can barely walk – or sit.  My cunt, tits, and ass have never been this sore without a whipping.  I’ve got cum dripping from all three of my holes. But, he leaves me totally naked and with my hands still cuffed behind my back.  As he leaves for work he tells me that if I want my hands released I need to call either Henrietta or Carolyn and ask for their help.

God, I hate that fucker!  Henrietta might be right.  Maybe I should leave his ass.

Chapter Two

After hubby leaves for work I go up to the bedroom to take a nap.  I don’t know how long I sleep, but when I look outside I see there are very few people moving about.  Most of the adults have left for work and their kids have all gone to school.  So, I decide to go talk with Henrietta.  She’s been my B-F-F (Best Friend Forever) ever since high school.  We can tell each other all our troubles.  And cry on each other’s shoulders.  We have a relationship that’s better than sisters.  Or, so I thought until I walk into her house.

We have always had an ‘open door’ relationship.  We never lock our back doors when we are home.  Each of us has permission to enter without knocking during the day.  After spending yesterday hanging by my wrists with weights dangling from both my tits and cunt lips, then spending the night serving as my hubby’s legal whore, I need someone to talk to.  Or, more specifically – a shoulder to cry on.  And, of course, someone to free my wrists.  Henrietta is that person.

But, as I approach her back yard, I hear noises coming from her garage.  Male noises.  To be specific: Sloppy male voices.  I am now afraid of what I will find.  But, I am also curious as Hell.  I know that looking into the garage may not be safe.  After all, I’m still bare-ass naked with my hands cuffed behind my back.  But, what the fuck!  After the past day and two nights, what else could happen to me?  Right?  So, I sneak over to the window and peak into the garage.  What I see is a different side of Henrietta’s hubby.  And my hubby, too!

What I see is my hubby hanging by his wrists from an overhead beam.  Just like what he did to me yesterday.  He’s totally naked, hanging by his wrists, with his feet completely off the floor.  His ankles are cuffed and pulled sideways by chains.  He’s suspended with his body forming an X-Cross.  Just like he does to me when he whips my ass.

I also see Sam, Henrietta’s hubby.  He’s also totally naked.  He’s kneeling between my hubby’s knees while sucking my hubby’s cock.  I continue watching as Sam continues to suck hubby’s cock.  After about 15 minutes, hubby spurts his load – onto Sam’s face.  Soon afterwards, Sam releases hubby and tells hubby to follow him into the house for some more M2M sexual fun.  Just then I see Sam turn and spot me watching through the garage window.  I quickly decide to get the fuck out of there and go back over to my house.

When I get home I am pissed.  Very pissed!  But, I’m also turned on at the same time.  I can’t wait to finger myself to an O.  In fact, I only go as far as the family room before I roll around on the floor until I am able to pull my arms around my legs, thus allowing me to move my cuffed wrists in front of my body instead of behind it.  Soon I am lying on my back on the sofa while my magic fingers play with my cunt.  Of course, I forgot to lock the back door when I got home.  I am in the middle of my self-pleasure session when Henrietta walks into the kitchen.  I am still naked and cuffed when she walks into the family room.

“God!” she comments when she sees my naked body.  She also spots how wet my cunt is.  “You’re one horny bitch!  After everything that you’ve done the past two days, I would think that you’d be all fucked out by now.  But, look at that wet cunt.  You’re definitely one horny bitch!  Here, let me take care of that for you.”

She quickly walks over and pushes me back down onto the sofa, opens my legs, and then drops to her knees between my legs.  The next thing I know she’s tongue fucking my pussy.  She does it so well, too.  While her tongue is pleasuring my clit, one of her hands wonders up my chest and begins to fondle my left tit.  The other hand reaches behind me and begins to play with my ass.  Eventually I have her tongue in my cunt and her finger in my ass.  I love every moment of it.

It doesn’t take her long to get me off.  Once I come back down to earth, she stands up and then grabs my hand and pulls me back to my feet.  She then begins to lead me towards the kitchen. She continues to lead me through the kitchen, out the door, and eventually into the garage. 

O-M-G!  (Oh, my God!)  Is she going to hang me by my wrists in the garage, too?  Is she going to hang me by my wrists, then whip my ass?  Just like hubby does?  But, she then goes over to a shelf and picks up a key.  It’s a handcuffs key.  She unlocks the cuffs and frees my wrists.  For the first time in almost two days I now have use of my hands.  I feel that I owe her something.  Maybe a good cunt lapping.

“Com’ere, you lovely bitch,” I order as I drop down onto my knees.  “Let me taste that lovely cunt of yours.”

“Not now,” she replies. 

“Don’t you want reciprocity?” I ask.

“No,” she replies.  “I fucked Sam all night.  Let’s go back into the kitchen.  Right now all I want is some coffee.  Then, what do you say that we go into town for lunch?  I hear that there’s a great soul food place that just opened on Fifth.  But, first, tell me what the fuck got you so hot and horny this morning.  After all, if I know George, you probably could not walk when he left for work earlier today.”

Of course, I should be feeling a bit uncomfortable as we walk into my kitchen.  After all, she’s totally clothed and I’m totally naked.  But, for some reason it doesn’t bother me at all.  I quickly fill the coffee maker with water and begin to brew a fresh pot as she sits down at the table.  I turn and face her, lean my ass against the counter, and make sure that my legs are open as I begin to tell her about what I just saw in her garage. 

As I tell her what I saw earlier, I can feel my cunt lips getting a wide on.  God, what a horny slut I am.  I am making myself horny again just telling Henrietta about what our two hubbies were doing to each other.  I’m also daydreaming about what it would have felt like if she had done that to me a few minutes ago.  That’s when she catches me staring at her puss.

“Why that no good fuckin’ pig,” she screams.  “I told him about stopping that shit.  You know, of course, that Sam and George were up in your bedroom the other night sucking each other off while you were tied to the porch railing.  I whipped Sam’s ass good for that one.  But, he’s going to get his ass beat again.  That fuckin’ homo just won’t quit.  B-T-W, (by the way) you need to take control of that bastard hubby of yours, too.  You should be beating his ass, not the other way around!”

She then tells me that she and Sam have a maledom domestic discipline relationship just like George and me.  But, they also have a femdom dominant one, too.   She says that she always whips Sam’s ass whenever she catches him sucking cock.  She said that she will be more than willing to help me change things around if I want. 

“Well,” I tell her.  “I’m a natural submissive.  I don’t give orders well.  I like it when he takes control – even if it means that I get my ass whipped.” 

“So am I,” Henrietta admits.  “I love it when a guy ties me up, whips me, and fucks the shit out of me.  But, I am also tired of Sam fucking other guys.  So, every time he does I beat his ass.  It’s either that, or I kick the fucker out.  You should do the same to your hubby.”

“Tell you what,” she adds.  “When I get home I will email you some pictures of our hubbies sucking and fucking each other.  You can use those to blackmail George’s ass.  Tell him to either submit to a good ass whipping, or you’ll publish them on the internet as well as send copies to everyone in his office.  That’s how I got Sam to submit to his first good ass whipping.  Trust me, honey, it works.  Now I probably whip his ass more frequently than he whips mine.  Once you whip his ass the first time, you will want to do it again.  You will see what I mean once we do it.”

Then, without warning, she reaches over and starts to rub my tits with one hand while giving me a big smile.  She then grabs my wrist and turns me around so that I am facing the counter.  She then begins to rub my ass with her hands.  She even bends over and kisses both of my ass cheeks.  That gets my bisexual juices flowing.  But, that’s not what she has in mind – at this particular moment.

“Besides,” she adds.  “It doesn’t look like your ass and tits can take much more abuse.  Maybe it’s time we give him a taste of his own medicine. Now, don’t get me wrong.  Sam still spanks my ass when I fuck up.  But, when he fucks up, he gets it, too.  You need to do the same with your hubby.  And, make sure to use your pussy to your advantage.  Make sure that the only time he gets fucked is by you and on your terms.  That’s why I beat Sam’s ass whenever I find out that he’s been sucking cocks.  Thank God that he doesn’t know about our trips to the dyke bars.”

With that, she reaches over and grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the computer in the family room.  But, she then takes off her skirt and panties before sitting down in front of the keyboard and monitor.  Next, she tells me that she’s going to set up a private email account for my eyes only, and that I should never tell hubby of its existence. 

“But, while I do that, I am going to collect on that reciprocity offer you made a little while ago,” she adds.  “Get on your knees, crawl between my legs, and get me off while I am setting up your account.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I reply as I drop to my knees and crawl between her legs. 

For the next five or ten minutes all I hear is her fingers pounding away on the keyboard, plus an occasional moan of joy, as I lap away at her cunt and nibble on her clit.  Eventually she reaches down and grabs me by the hair, forces my head further between her legs, and presses my face tight against her snatch.  My face is quickly soaked as she erupts – coating me with her juices. 

“Now, let’s go have some fun,” she tells me after she comes back down to earth. “Go put on the sexiest, most erotic panties that you own.  The ones that you use when you’re horny as Hell.  Ones that scream ‘Fuck me!’  Don’t worry about a bra.  Just put on the panties.  That’s all you’ll need for right now.”

“And,” she adds.  “Don’t clean my cum from your face.  It makes you look even sexier.”

A few minutes later I return wearing a G-string panty that’s to die for.  It’s nothing but a small triangle of black, see-through satin that barely covers my slit.  It’s held in place by a series of very thin elastic bands. And, the band that goes between my legs disappears into my crack as it goes up between my ass cheeks.  She is wearing a set that is almost as daring.  We are two very hot mammas looking for some naughty fun.

“OK, let’s go surprise the guys,” she says as she heads for my back door. 

I realize that she wants to go over to her house where the two guys are sucking and fucking each other, so I reach for my blouse.  She knocks it out of my hand and tells me that I won’t need anything else for what she has in mind.  She then turns and begins to wiggle her cute black ass as she walks towards the kitchen.

“Wait a minute,” I yell as it’s apparent that she wants to go from my house to hers dressed, or should I say undressed, like this.  “We can’t go out dressed like two whores.  I need to put something on before we go out in public.”

“Y-G-T-B-K-M!” (You’ve got to be kidding me!) she answers.  “Hell, you were totally naked and tied to your porch railing for everyone in the neighborhood to see two nights ago.  The entire neighborhood knows what your goodies look like.  Hell, some of them even sampled them.  Don’t be so modest.  This is going to be fun once we get to my house.”

Down deep I know what she says is right.  So, I swallow my pride – again – and just follow her lead.  We go out through the kitchen, out my back gate, down the driveway, across the street, and up three houses to her place.  Once again, we go in through the kitchen.  She is careful so the door does not make any noise as she closes it. 

We slowly creep up the stairs where we hear the guys still fucking and sucking each other in the master bedroom.  She slowly opens the door and we see Sam fucking George in the ass while he pulls on George’s hair.  She then pushes the door wide open, allowing it to bang against the wall.  The noise startles the two guys.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) she screams at them both.  Suddenly they both turn around and see us standing there wearing nothing but G-string panties. 

“Just what in the hell are you two doing in my bedroom?” Henrietta screams.“Sam, I thought you told me you were done fucking and sucking cocks.  What the Hell is this?”

My hubby does not know what to say.  I think that he’s not only surprised that he was caught getting fucked in the ass by Sam, but that I am one of the ones to catch him in the act.

“Sam, you know what this means,” Henrietta yells.  “Go get the cuffs.”

“I think that I better be going,” my hubby says.

“Oh, no you don’t!” I reply.  “You’re not going anywhere until I say you can go.”

Just as hubby tries to get up, Henrietta takes charge again.

“Sam, cuff that SOB!” she tells her husband.  “Then I want you both in the garage for your punishments.”

Sam quickly goes over to one of the dressers where he takes out two sets of handcuffs.  Next, he goes over to George and helps Henrietta turn George over onto his front, pulls his hands behind his back, and then helps Henrietta cuff his wrists behind his back.

“You fuckin’ bastard,” hubby yells at Sam.

“You’re the fuckin’ bastard,” I yell back.  “You’re over here fuckin’ and suckin’ Sam while you’re supposed to be at work.  You no good fuckin’ bastard!”

Suddenly hubby has a look of surprise on his face.  He’s not used to me talking to him that way.  Normally it’s the other way around.  But, he probably knows that I am pissed and he better not say anything more.

Finally, Sam turns his back to Henrietta and holds his hands behind his back while she snaps a set of cuffs on his wrists, too.  Next, Henrietta grabs hubby by the cock and begins to lead him out of the bedroom.  I quickly follow her lead and grab Sam by his cock and pull him forward.  He has no choice but to follow.  We lead both the guys down the stairs, out the back door, and into their garage.  For the second time this morning, hubby is about to hang by his wrists in their garage.

When we reach the garage, Henrietta turns to me.

“Nadine,” she announces for both guys to hear.  “I am going to give Sam 100 lashes with the cat o’ nine tails for sucking cocks without permission.  You can stay and watch, take your cocksucker home, or you can join in the fun.  It’s your choice.”

“Well,” I reply.  “What’s good for one cocksucker is good for them all, right?”

“In that case, do you want to go first?” she asks.

“How about this?” I reply.  “Why don’t you whip my cocksucker and I will whip yours?”

“Sounds great to me,” she replies.  “She then pulls hubby over to stand on a little stool directly under the cuffs where she and I take him and cuff his wrists over his head.  Once is he secure, she pulls the stool out from under him so that he’s now hanging by his wrists about a foot above the garage floor.  Next, she gets a cat-o-9-tail whip from its mooring on the back wall, and then stands directly behind hubby.

“Let’s make this a pain and pleasure punishment,” Henrietta adds.  “Nadine, he’s your hubby.  Do you want to suck his cock while I whip him, or should I make my cocksucker do it?”

By now I am getting hornier by the minute.  Suddenly sucking hubby’s cock while he is getting whipped is making me hot.  Then, I suddenly get a great idea.  I drop to my knees directly in front of hubby’s cock.

“I want some of the pleasure, too,” I add.  “How about this:  I will suck hubby’s cock while you whip him, but I want your hubby to fuck me doggy style at the same time.”

“Done,” Henrietta says.  “Sam, you wanted to fuck that cunt two nights ago.  Here’s your chance.  Fuck her good or I will double your punishment.  And, remember, I get less angry when you cheat on me with pussy than I do when you cheat on me with cocksuckers.”

Henrietta gives me a nod, so I lean forward and take my hubby’s big, rock hard cock into my mouth.  Just as I do that, I feel Sam’s cock probing at my puss. 

CRACK!

As soon as the cat lands on hubby’s ass, I feel George push his cock deeper into my cocksucker.  At the same time, Sam forces his cock deep into my cunt. 

CRACK!

Again, hubby forces his cock deep into my mouth.  At the same time, Sam plunges his cock deep into my snatch.

CRACK!

And so it goes.  Before his whipping is done, hubby cums in my mouth twice and Sam cums in my snatch three times.  God, that guy has a quick recovery time!

Next, we trade places.  Now, I am the whipping mistress, Henrietta is the cocksucker, and hubby gets to fuck her.  Only, unlike me, she wants it in her ass, not her twat.  Of course, it’s all at the expense of Sam, who’s getting his ass whipped for sucking and fucking hubby’s cock without his wife’s permission.

It talks about an hour for us to finish whipping both guys.  However, she does not let Sam down from his hanging perch.  Instead, she re-cuffs hubby, grabs him by his cock, and leads him back into her house.  I follow and see that she’s taking him into her home office, where she fires up her computer.  It only takes a few seconds before I see a photo gallery of Sam and hubby fucking and sucking together in Henrietta’s bedroom. 

The next group is a set of photos all taken with them playing out in the garage.  One is even a picture of hubby hanging by his wrists as Sam sucks his cock.  It’s probably one that was taken while I was watching the two of them earlier this morning.  I eventually look away from the computer and see that hubby’s eyes are big as saucers.  Evidently he has no idea that Henrietta has been making photos of her husband’s sexual escapades.  She only smiles and nods to me.  Now, it’s my turn.

“Well,” I begin.  “Now that you know that we have a photographic record of your cocksucking and ass fucking experiences, there are going to be a few new rules in our house.  Henrietta is emailing me all of these photos.”

“Already done,” Henrietta adds.

“OK, now that I have photo proof of your cheating on me with homos,” I add.

“Bisexuals, not homos,” Henrietta adds.  “Sam fucks me regularly.  He just likes George’s cock and ass, too.  He’s bisexual, not a homo.”

“OK, I stand corrected,” I add.  “Now that I have photo proof of you cheating on me with bisexual guys, we are going to institute some new rules in our relationship.  Yes, just like before, I will still submit to punishments whenever I fuck up.  But, you will do the same whenever you fuck up.  Or, when you fuck anyone other than me.  Male or female.  You will be hung by your wrists and whipped just like today.  Only, you won’t get your cock sucked while you’re getting whipped next time.  Pain only.  No pleasure.”

“Also,” I add.  “I am done submitting to your sexual desires whenever it suits you.  From now on, whenever we fuck it will be the way that I like it, when I like it, and where I like it.  Your wants, needs and desires no longer matter.”

“B-T-W,” (by the way) I add.  “If you do not agree to all of these terms and conditions, all of these photos will be emailed to everyone in your office, plus about four or five sex sites on the internet.  You will be the most popular cocksucker in the world if you ever violate any of these terms and conditions.  Agreed?”

Hubby’s face is white as he’s still in shock about what just happened.  He does not know what to say.

“Agreed?” I ask again.

“Agreed,” He replies meekly.

“OK,” Henrietta says.  “Now that’s taken care of, let’s go back out into the garage.  I believe that both of them deserve to hang by their wrists all night.”

Not long after that, Henrietta and I leave both guys hanging by their wrists as we head back into the house.  She shows me the cameras hidden in her bedroom, and then turns them off.  That’s so there won’t be any photographic evidence of how we are going to spend the night in her bedroom.  She then has me lay down on her bed on my stomach.  Before I realize what is happening, she pulls my arms behind my back and locks my wrists in a set of handcuffs.  Next, I feel her pull on my hair, forcing me to raise my head upwards.  Suddenly I feel a collar getting locked around my neck.

“OK, bitch,” she says.  “Earlier today you told me that you love to be a submissive slut.  For the rest of today, and probably tonight, too, you are going to be a submissive slut.  The only question now is will you be that slut for me or someone else.  Now, let’s go back downstairs and I will show you what the guys have been doing when your hubby visits my house.”

“What about the guys hanging out in the garage?” I ask.

“Fuck them!” Henrietta replies.  “Tonight is about us, not them.  Now, are you going to be a good little slave bitch, or should I whip your ass right now?”

“Whatever you want, Mistress,” I reply.  Henrietta only gives me a naughty look before tugging on a leash attached to my neck collar.  She then leads me down the stairs and into her home office.  She fires up the computer, and then tells me that slaves’ never sit on the furniture.  I am told to kneel in front of the computer monitor so that I can see the files that she’s about to open.  She then sits on a chair located directly behind me, reaches around my body, and begins to play with my tits with her left hand.  Then, she grabs the computer mouse with her right hand and activates a hidden file.

Suddenly, there it is in all its glory.  Hubby is on his knees, sucking Sam’s big, black, gigantic cock.  He alternates from tea bagging his balls to sucking his cock.  The show continues for about five minutes.  The entire time that I am watching hubby suck Sam’s cock, Henrietta is playing with my tits.  God, I’m getting hornier and hornier by the second.

“Mistress,” I ask.  “May I assume that you have sent me these files for my records, and to blackmail my cocksucking hubby, too?

“I have sent you everything you need to blackmail that cocksucking bastard you married,” she replies.  “But, there are some things that I do need to keep private.  So, no, I did not send you everything.  But, like I said before, you have enough to nail his ass to the wall – or humiliate him publicly – if necessary.  Now, is it turning you on to watch your hubby suck Sam’s cock?”

“This is great shit!” I exclaim as I watch the guys.  “My subby blood is flowing straight to my cunt right now.  I’m tempted to go out to the garage and suck his big cock myself.  Or, get him to fuck my ass like he did the other night.”

“We can do better than that,” Henrietta says.  “Have you ever fantasized what it was like for our ancestors to be black bitches during the slavery days?  Well, I know of a place that will allow us to live out that fantasy.  It’s a private theme club for re-living the days of antebellum slavery.  All black women, no matter what their ages, entering the club must voluntarily agree to be submissive, temporary slaves.  All the ‘Mastas’ are white men or women.  We will both have to agree to be sluts, slaves, and whores all night if we go in.  Interested?”

By now I don’t give a damn.  All I want is some cock in one of my holes, and I don’t care what its color.  So, I agree.  But, Henrietta does not release my wrists.  She simply pulls me in my near naked state out to where her car is parked in her driveway.  She forces me into the passenger side, gets behind the wheel, and starts the mother up.  Soon we are traveling through town in broad daylight wearing nothing but see-through G-strings. 

About 45 minutes later we pull up to a building with no markings on its exterior.  However, there is valet parking.  Henrietta gets out, tosses her car keys to the valet, then comes over and helps me out of the car.  She then leads me around the side of the building and knocks on an unmarked door.  Another totally naked black woman opens door and invites us in. She has a collar around her neck that says ‘Overseer Bitch’.

“Welcome to the Ebony Club, where African women come to re-live their slave heritage,” she says as she opens the door for us.  “Well, what do we have here?  Slave Henrietta has brought us a surprise.  What a lovely piece of chocolate.  Hell, she looks good enough to eat.  She’ll look just great at the newcomer’s auction tonight.”

While the woman is admiring my body, Henrietta is getting her wrists cuffed behind her back.  She also has a neck collar similar to mine locked around her back.  The next thing I know we are led down a dark hallway and into a room full of similarly clad naked women.  All of them are African-Americans, and all of them are in their 30’s or older.  Each of them also is cuffed with their arms behind their backs, and has a leash dangling down between their tits from a neck collar.  And, each collar bears the same word, ‘Bitch’. 

Suddenly the ‘Overseer Bitch’ steps to the center of the room and welcomes us to MILF Slave Night at the Ebony Club.  She tells us that our voluntary slavery will begin in 10 minutes, and it will last until sunrise tomorrow morning.  Next, she gives all of us a chance to back out and leave now.  No one takes her up on that offer. 

Finally she tells us that she needs six volunteers to become glory hole slaves and asks which of us wants to volunteer for that duty.  She also says that if enough of us don’t step up and volunteer, she will pick eight of us for that duty.  Henrietta leans over to me and says that she’s going to volunteer, and asks me to join her.  I agree, figuring that following Henrietta’s lead tonight probably will be a good thing until I learn more about this club.

So after we volunteer, we are led off down another hall.  Henrietta tells me that the others will be on the auction block in about 30 minutes, and some of the guys will want to get their rocks off before that action begins.  Therefore, the glory holes probably will be busy until the auction starts.

When we get to the glory hole room, I see that there are about 9 or 10 different places that slaves can be locked.  Each one has a series of four holes – all aligned so that the ‘Masta’ or Mistress can easily get access to the slave’s mouth, tits, or cunt without any problems.  One by one we are pushed forward until all of our frontal sex is forced against the glory hole wall.  Once we are in position, straps are wrapped around the back of our heads, shoulders, waists, and thighs.  These straps ensure that our bits will be available most of the night.

“Don’t forget, bitches,” the Overseer Bitch reminds us before she leaves.  “Failure to swallow a load is a whipping offense.  So, swallow everything that they give you or else.”

She no sooner closes the glory hole room door when I feel cock entering my mouth. 

“Suck me good, slave,” I am told.  “Or, I will see that you spend some time on the whipping post before the night is over.”

His comment reminds me that during the antebellum period, black women were nothing but bitches to the white landowners.  They were not considered human.  They were just pieces of property that were bought and sold purely for the purpose of doing some form of ‘work’.  Quite frequently, that ‘work’ was to be a cum receptacle for ‘Masta’s cock’.  Of course, an unplanned pregnancy only meant one more slave for the plantation. 

Right now, my ‘work’ is to get him off by giving him the best BJ that I know how to give.  Thankfully, it’s something that I learned early in my life to do.  My mamma taught me how to give a proper BJ when I was eight.  I’ve been sucking cock ever since.  She also taught me that a submissive bitch’s only purpose in life is to give pleasure to men.  I lost my pussy cherry a year after giving my first BJ, and my ass cherry a year after that.  Now, I love being a submissive bitch and Ebony slut.  So, why should tonight be any different? 

So, I just give his big cock my best lip lock and allow him to fuck my mouth.  God, he’s big for a white boy.  Or, at least I think he’s white.  After all, I can’t see the owner of this nice, big piece of man meat.  I just know that it feels good going in and out.  With each stroke, he’s getting longer and wider.  I can feel the juices in my cunt beginning to run.  My nips are getting harder, too. 

Suddenly, he pulls that marvelous prick completely out of my mouth.  Oh Fuck!  Is he unhappy?  Am I headed for the whipping post?  But, just as suddenly as that lovely man meat withdraws from my mouth, I feel it enter my cunt.  Fantastic!  He’s even better at fucking a cunt than fucking a mouth.  This guy must be a brotha!  I’ve never had a white bastard fuck like this.  Only black brothas!

Suddenly, while he’s plunging in and out of my twat, I feel a mouth on my left tit.  Then, another one starts sucking on my right tit.  Shit!  I must have the attention of three ‘Mastas’.  At least two.  And, that’s assuming that the guy fucking my twat is limber enough to bend over and suck one of my tits at the same time.  But, he definitely cannot suck both tits simultaneously.  Damn this wall!  I want to see who’s fucking me.  But, then again, the theme of this club is that I’m nothing but a black slave bitch.  My feelings don’t matter, do they?

As I am in seventh heaven, I suddenly head Henrietta scream in pain. 

“FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!” she yells.  “Suck, don’t bite!  That nipple is attached to my body, and I want it to stay that way!”

Suddenly, the door to the glory hole room bursts open.  In come the Overseer Bitch and two dyke slaves.  Henrietta is quickly unbuckled from the wall and then pulled up to face the Overseer Bitch.

“Slave Henrietta,” the Overseer Bitch says.  “You know better than to talk to any of our white Mastas like that.  I have no choice but to send you to the whipping post.”

“But, the SOB tried to bite my tit off!” Henrietta answers.

“Listen, bitch,” the Overseer Bitch answers.  “You, better than most of the bitches in this room, know that we have no rights.  You volunteered to be a black submissive slave bitch for the night.  You also know that anything goes.  You also know that in slave times any fuck-up by a plantation slave bitch always ended up with her getting a good whipping.  Well, you’re going to experience that part of the fantasy now.  Take her away and strap her to Whipping Post 3.  Her Masta will be along shortly to whip her ass.”

With that, the two dyke bitches drag Henrietta out of the door, followed closely by the Overseer Bitch.  But, before she leaves, she reminds us that any more outbursts like Henrietta’s will earn us a severe whipping, too.  She then leaves the room, and I think I hear a lock snapped shut after the door is closed.  It sounds like we’re locked in this room for the rest of the night.

Shortly after Henrietta is dragged from the room, I feel the cock pounding my puss begins to swell.  A sure sign that it’s about to cum.  Suddenly it thrusts hard and deep into my twat and begins to spit out its seed.  Thousands of little swimmers flood my cunt.  At the same time, the mouth sucking on my left tit bites down.  Hard!  Fuck, he’s trying to bite it off, too.  But, unlike Henrietta, I don’t care.  I have always loved the mixture of simultaneous pain and pleasure.  My cunt is receiving pure pleasure!  And, for some reason that I have never understood, my tit is receiving pain.  Pleasurable pain.  I don’t know why, but I love it.

After he shoots his wad into my puss, I feel that lovely cock withdraw from my cunt.  But, he’s not done.  He, or someone, suddenly begins to lap at my twat.  It must be clean-up time.  Maybe this guy is more thoughtful than I would have ever guessed.  I’ve never had any guy fuck me, then clean-up his mess by licking his cum from my cunt.  God, I’m still horny.  That tongue feels great. 

“Keep it up,” I yell through the wall, “You lovely bastard, and I will cum again. Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk! Here it comes.  Ddddaaammmmnnnn ttttthhhhaaatttt ffffeeeellllss gggrrrreeeeaaattt!!!!!”

Two cums in less than five minutes.  Hubby has never done that to me.  Maybe I need to get this guys’ name.

“Thank you,” I yell through the wall.  “My name is Nadine.  You can cum in me anytime.  Just ask the Overseer Bitch for my phone number.  I will be your slave and bitch anytime you want.”

“I am to please,” is the reply that echoes through the glory hole wall.  “I may do that.  But, I usually spank my bitches before I fuck them.  Are you into that?”

“Promises!  Promises!  Promises!” I reply.  “I can’t wait!”

“Until next time,” he replies.  “Now I need to find someone to get me ready for round two.  But, I want to watch that bitch get whipped first.  Don’t go anywhere.”

Don’t go anywhere?  Fuck!  I’m strapped in this position until morning.  How in the Hell am I going to go anywhere.  Just go watch my friend get whipped, and then bring that lovely cock back to me!

But, unfortunately, I don’t hear his voice any more the rest of the night.  Or, feel that cock either.  At least, I don’t think that he comes back.  If he does, he doesn’t say anything and his cock is not as good the second time around.  But, I don’t go unfulfilled.  Less than five minutes after he finishes cleaning my cunt, giving me my second O in less than five minutes, I feel another cock forcing its way into my mouth.

And, so it goes.  All night long.  Before the night comes to an end, I give at least two dozen BJs and at least a dozen more cunt fucks.  And, I don’t know how many guys try to bite my nips off my tits.  By the time I am released from the glory hole room, both my jaw and cunt muscles are sore.  In fact, everything between my legs is so sore that I can barely walk.  What’s worse is that with every step, both of my tits jiggle and bounce.  Each one is black and blue.  Sorer than Hell from the many bites that each received during the night.  But, once again, I love every second of it.  What a wonderful night.

When I catch up with Henrietta, I see cum dripping from her cunt, her ass, and her mouth.  Not only that, but that her back, her ass, and her tits are all covered with red welts.  She was whipped well.  But, my guess is that she loved every second of it, too.

“Well, bitch,” Henrietta says when she sees me.  “Let’s go home and let the fuckin’ cocksuckers loose.  After the cocksuckers go to work, I know the perfect place for us to go for breakfast.   If I remember right, yesterday I promised you a shopping trip.  I know just the place for us to go get some sexy shit.

“Let’s go home, release them, and then remind them about what they’ll be missing if they don’t stop sucking cock,” I reply.

“Hell, I think that they both will be happier living together and living with us,” Henrietta replies.

“If that’s the case, then I will kick his ass out,” I answer.  “Tonight proved to me that I don’t need him to get all the cock that I want.”

“I agree wholeheartedly,” she replies.  “Now, let’s go home, kick the cocksuckers out the door, and then get cleaned up and go do some serious shopping!”

Chapter Three

After returning from the Ebony Club, Henrietta and I release both of our hubbies, and then George and I return home.  I tell him that in the future if I catch him fucking or sucking another guy, he will spend more time hanging from the garage rafters.  Only this time it will be in our garage, and it will include a whipping with the cat without a BJ.  Pain, not pleasure, the next time around.

“Do you agree to those terms?” I ask.  “If not, pack up and get the fuck out of my life now!”

Naturally, he agrees.  After all, who will do his cooking, cleaning, and laundry if I’m not around?  Another pussy he can find.  Finding another domestic slave will be more difficult.

After hubby leaves for work, fatigue starts to set in, so I call Henrietta and tell her that I need some sleep and am going to take a nap.  I have been running on empty for about three days.  Although I do want to go shopping with her, I need a cat nap first.  She agrees and we decide to change our shopping trip to after lunch instead of after breakfast.  She agrees to pick me up about noon.  She then promises me both lunch and a rather unique shopping trip.  She doesn’t give me any details about the trip.  She just says that it will be interesting.

With that, I head for the bedroom for a shower and a nap, not necessarily in that order.  I set my alarm for 11, and then hit the hay.  My cunt still contains cum, but I don’t care.  As soon as my head hits the pillow, I am in Never Never Land.  The next thing that I know is the alarm is blaring away.  I want to reach over and shut the damn thing off.  But Henrietta will be here in an hour, and I need a good cleansing – both inside and out.  I not only need a good shower, but I also need a douche and an enema.

“Wear something that’s easy and quick to remove,” Henrietta tells me when she calls to insure that I am still willing and ready to go to lunch and shopping.  “No bra, G-string panties, and a sun dress will be perfect.”

Well, I don’t know what she has in mind for today, but curiosity is killing me.  So, I dig out the companion to the G-string that I wore yesterday.  That one was black silk and the one I pick for today is white.  Other than the color differences, they are identical.  This one, just like the one I wore yesterday, barely covers my cunt.And its back strap disappears in my ass crack.  I decide on a white flowered print sun dress which really shows off my chocolate tits, and, naturally, a set of 6” white FM stiletto heels.  I don’t know where we’re going, but I’m dressed to fuck!

Like last night, Henrietta keeps our final destination a secret as she quickly drives us out of our neighborhood and into a part of town where all the rich WASPs live.  However, we’re just passing through WASP-town and end up driving about 15 miles outside of town.  At this point all she will tell me is that we’re going to a topless restaurant.  Oh boy, I think.  The place will be crowded with horny young guys ogling all the tits on display by the lily white server girls. 

Eventually she pulls up to what looks like a mansion.  And, like last night, the front door is unmarked.  But, once again, there is valet parking out front.  She gets out and tosses her car keys to a very scantily clad boy.  All he’s wearing is a rhinestone lined jock.  His chest and ass are totally exposed, and he appears to have a huge bulge hidden behind that jock.  I feel my nips getting hard as I catch myself starring at his package.

As we enter the room, I see the female Matre’D / Hostess is wearing even less.  She’s totally naked except for a very skimpy G-String, and she has bells dangling from each of her nipples.  In addition, her make-up appears to be dried cum.

“Welcome to the Topless Club, ladies,” she greets us.  “The dress check is to your right.  Would you prefer a table in the Main Dining Room or the Golden Room?”

“The Main Dining Room for now,” Henrietta replies. 

Then, she walks over to the check room, removes her sun dress, and hands it to another naked guy.  She then gives me a dirty look when she sees that I am still wearing my dress. 

“We can’t go in until you take your dress off.”

“I thought we were going to a topless bar for lunch,” I reply.

“I never said anything about a bar,” she replies.  “This is a very special place.  The only customers allowed into the place are women.  And, they must be topless before they can enter.  Now, take your fuckin’ dress off so we can have some lunch.”

After I remove my sundress and hand it to the naked guy in the check room, the Matre’D / Hostess leads us into the main dining room and shows us to an empty table.  While walking through the dining room, I notice that all of the patrons are, indeed, nearly naked women.  But, what really surprises me is that some of them also have other naked women, all with their wrists cuffed behind their backs, on their knees under the table.  My guess is those women are busy eating the cunts of the ladies sitting at the tables.

As the Matre’D / Hostess shows us to our table, I look down and see that the chairs have a rather unique design.  They are all shaped like any other dining room chair on the back and top, but the front of the seat is a ‘C’ shape.  When I sit down, I notice that my ass covers most of the seat, but my pussy hangs over the opening in the front.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that this chair is designed so that my cunt can be easily accessed while I eat.

Next, I look up and see a totally naked male server standing between Henrietta and me.  Of course, his manhood is sticking straight out at us.  Naturally, Henrietta reaches over and begins stroking his big cock.  Without saying anything, she leans forward and takes his cock into her mouth.  She sucks on it for about a minute, and then pops it back out.  She then offers it to me.  I do the same.  I suck on it for about a minute, too.  Then, Henriettatells me that all we are allowed right now is a sample.  So, I reluctantly let the lovely piece of young man meat out of my mouth.

“I want this for desert,” she tells me with grin on her face.

“Would you ladies like to order from the Full Price or Lottery Special Menu?” he asks. 

“We’ve got places to go today,” Henrietta replies.  “Full Price for today.  But, we would like to purchase a Lottery Girl.”

Lottery Girl?  What the fuck is that?  Eventually we both order a steak salad with cum dressing and a bottle of chardonnay.  The waiter nods his head, then turns and walks away with his cock bouncing up and down with each step he takes.

“What the fuck is a Lottery Girl?” I ask. 

Just as I finish my question, I see two totally naked girls crawling across the dining room.  They both crawl over to our table, and, to my surprise, they both crawl under our table.  The next thing I know I feel a tongue on my twat.

“There’s two ways that you can pay for food here,” Henrietta says.  “Since we want to go shopping later, we are going to pay full price.  However, if we were in a gambling mood, we could have specified the Lottery Special pricing.  When you order from the Lottery Special Menu, you are gambling your freedom for reduced food prices.  If you win, you get the food at about one-half as much as we will pay on the Full Price menu.” 

“But, if you lose you become a cunt lapping slave for the remainder of the day.  When the server brings your bill, he also brings a set of dice.  Each diner must roll the dice.  If the number you roll is even, then you win.  If the number is odd, then you become a cunt lapping slave until the club closes.  Both of the twats under our table lost while eating here this morning.”

“OOOOHHHH!” I mumble as the slave licking my twat is getting me close.  “It sounds like fun.  Can we change our selection to the Lottery Special menu?”

“God, you’re one horny whore,” Henrietta comments.  “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Never!” I reply as two young server boys deliver our food.

When the servers place our salads on the table, I notice that neither of them contains salad dressing.  Then, each guy steps forward, points his cock at one of the salads, and proceeds to jack off.  Eventually both shoot their loads onto our salads.  Now I know what Henrietta meant when she ordered the salads with cum dressing. 

After the naked male servers leave, I ask Henrietta what it costs to belong to this club.  She tells me that it’s a combination of personal service time and money.  She says that it costs $1,000 per year, plus three days as a Main Dining Room cunt lapping slave or one day as a Golden Room slave.  I had forgotten about the Golden Room.

“Are you interested in joining?” she asks.  “After all, you are one hot, bisexual babe.  You would be really popular here working as a slave in either of the rooms.  In fact, if you agree to spend a combined 30 days in the two rooms, you can waive the $1000 fee.  That’s what I do.  All the rich white bitches love it when a chocolate drop slave is servicing their cunts.”

“Sounds interesting,” I reply.  “But, what’s the Golden Room?  What do the Golden Room slaves have to do?”

“The Golden room is where all the food and drinks have special flavoring,” Henrietta explains.  “It’s all natural, if you know what I mean.”

“You’re talking about piss, aren’t you?” I reply. 

She nods her head in agreement.

“In the Golden Room, all food is flavored by soaking or simmering it in natural Golden Nectar, or what you commonly call piss,” she explains.  “In addition, the only drink that is served in that room is Golden Nectar.  It’s usually served warm, and normally is straight from the source.  I didn’t know you were into golden games.”

“Fuck,” I reply.  “My mamma taught me to drink my daddy’s piss when I was only eight.  Hell, hubby makes me drink his piss almost every morning and night.   Now, what the fuck are the duties of the Golden Room slaves?”

“They provide the Golden Nectar for the food and drinks,” she explains.  “They also are responsible for crawling under the tables for cunt lapping duties just like the slaves in the Main Dining Room.  Only, in the Golden Room, they are also responsible for drinking any piss that their customer needs to expel.  A Golden Room slave can expect to live on a steady diet of piss.  No shit, but plenty of piss.”

“Sounds kinky,” I reply.  “Can we give it a try now?”

“Remember when I told you earlier about the Lottery pricing,” she asks me. 

I nod in agreement. 

“Well, in the Main Dining Room they use two dice,” she explains. “There are six winning and six losing combinations.  However, in the Golden Room, they only use one die.  So, you’re chance of losing is double.  So, you may be spending tonight crawling on the floor in the Golden Room drinking piss.  Are you ready for that?”

“Fuck, yea,” I reply.  “I’m getting wet just thinking about it.  Win or lose.”

When our server comes over with our bill, Henrietta asks him to call over the Matre’D / Hostess.  When the Matre’D / Hostess arrives, Henrietta explains that we would like to change our pricing menu selection.  She then tells her that we would like Golden Room Lottery Special pricing.  She quickly asks Henrietta if she understands the penalty if we lose the lottery.  After Henrietta nods her head in agreement, the Matre’D / Hostess tells the server to go get the Golden Room die and two sets of handcuffs.

While we are waiting, we hear another diner scream, ‘Ah, Fuck!’

When we turn to look, we see a woman stand up, turn her back to the server, and then place her wrists behind her back.  The server then locks her wrists together in handcuffs and then pulls the woman’s panties down her legs.  Next, the server tells her to get down onto the floor and follow him back to the slave pen.  The last we see is her naked ass crawling towards the back of the dining room.

When the server returns, he gives a cup containing one die and two sets of handcuffs to the Matre’D / Hostess.  She then tells us to follow her.  Next, we are led through the main dining hall, through a set of French doors, and then into the Golden Room.  The Golden Room looks like any normal dining room, except the floor is concrete and is sloped slightly.  The floor is designed to drain any ‘excess’ into a round, circular pit in the center of the room.  Inside the pit are several naked bitches kneeling in the puddle of urine while waiting their turn to be the next Golden Room piss slave.

“Ok ladies,” the Matre’D / Hostess says to us.  “This is your last chance to change your mind.  You can see what your fate will be if you lose.  Do you wish to continue? Or, have you changed your mind?”

I only nod to Henrietta that I am ready.  She then reaches for the cup with the die and gives it a good shake.  Out comes the die.

“Ah, Fuck!” she screams.

When I look at her die, I am surprised see the number ‘5’ showing on top.  Henrietta’s a loser and is about to become a Golden Room piss slave.  She then slowly turns her back and allows the Matre’D / Hostess to cuff her arms behind her back before stripping Henrietta of her panties.

Now, it’s my turn to roll the die.  Privately I am hoping to join Henrietta.  I give the cup a hard shake and out comes my fate.  I am not sure whether I am happy or sad when I see the die stop and display the number ‘2’.  I am a winner and will not become a Golden Room piss slave today.

“Take my car home with you,” Henrietta replies.  “I will be here until about 1 AM.  Tell Sam to pick me up then.  He’ll know why when you tell him that I gambled and lost at the Topless Club.  It’s happened before, and he knows all about the penalty for gambling and losing at this club.  That is, unless you want to come here for dinner.  If you do, I will volunteer to be your personal piss slave.”

With that, she turns, drops to her knees, and calmly crawls over to and down into the pit.  As the Matre’D / Hostess escorts me to the front door, she tells me that if I want to return tonight that I should just tell the doorman that I am her guest.  She also reminds me that the last seating for the night is at 11 PM.  She then tells me that the club officially closes at 1 AM, but it normally stays open as long as there are customers wanting to use the services of the slaves. 

When I retrieve my sundress and purse from the check room, I am still feeling horny as hell.  I decide to take another gamble and do not put the dress on for the drive home.  I want the world to see my gorgeous bronze tits.  All I can think about as I drive Henrietta’s car home is how good it will be to be eating a piss soaked dinner by myself tonight at the Topless Club.  Especially if Henrietta is lapping away at my cunt as I piss on her face.  I cannot wait.

Rather than take Henrietta’s car to her house, I decide to park it in the alley behind mine.  I will call Sam and tell him that Henrietta will not be home until late tonight.  I’m so fuckin’ horny I want to jump hubby’s bones as soon as I get in the door.  But, what I don’t know is that my life is about to change again.

When I enter the back gate, I get another rude surprise from hubby.  For, what I see is hubby getting a BJ from a neighbor boy.  He’s Charlie, the teenage son of our neighbor across the street, Amy Sue.  Now, Amy Sue is no saint.  Hell, Henrietta and I belong to a cunt-eating strip poker club with her and about six other sluts. 

Our little group meets once a week to play strip Texas Hold’Em.  The loser of each hand must tell a true-life, sex story.  After telling the story, the others vote about whether the story is true or not.  If the vote is negative, the loser must strip and become a cunt eating slave.  The game continues until there’s only one of us with clothes.  Then, all the naked cunts become her slaves.  It’s a real blast.

Thankfully, I had put my sundress back on before I got home.  I really didn’t want the neighbors to see all my goodies for free again.  But, I am not expecting to see a stark naked neighbor boy sucking off my hubby.  Hell, I’ve never even seen Amy Sue’s son naked, let alone doing anything sexual with anyone. 

But, what I see is how he is displaying his rock-hard cock as he is on his knees sucking hubby’s cock.  No, he’s sucking my cock!  That cock belongs to me!  I lose my cool and begin to scream at them both.  I call them every dirty name that I know.  I scream at them as loud as my little lungs will allow.

“Hubby,” I scream.  “Get your fuckin’ ass into the garage and get ready for your punishment!  By the way, how much money did you pay this no good, fuckin’, common, teenage, street slut and whore?  How much did you pay this bitch for your BJ?”

Hubby knows that I am pissed.  He also remembers about the blackmail pictures I have hidden away on my computer in the house.  He has no choice but to obey.  Without saying a word, he gets up and slowly walks over, and then into, our garage.  He knows that he better be hanging by his wrists when I get in there in a few minutes.

But, what I don’t realize is that I also pissed off Charlie.  He was having fun sucking hubby’s cock.  And, he really does not like getting called a ‘no good, fuckin’ common, teenage, street slut and whore’.  He really hates it when I infer that he is a whore who got paid to suck hubby’s cock.

“You stupid, dumbass, fuckin’ Ebony cunt!” he screams at me as he gets off his knees and begins to charge at me. 

Now I am worried.  He really looks mad.  Is he going to punch me or something?  He appears to be one strong kid.  If he attacks me, I will not be able to fight him off.  That is, if I want to.  But, suddenly, every one of my submissive genes awakens.  As he screams at me, I begin to want him to take control.  Soon, we’re standing face to face.  I look at his magnificent cock.  God, I’m so fuckin’ horny.  I want him to force me to my knees and make me suck his cock.  I want him to tell me to get on my knees and lick his ass!

“Strip!  Bitch!” he yells at me. 

I’m out of control now.  So without saying a word, I remove my sundress. 

“Panties, too!  Everything, including your fuckin’ shoes!” he commands.

Again, without saying a word, I remove my G-string panty and my FM stilettos.  Now, we are standing face to face and we’re both bare-ass naked.

“Now, get your fat, black ass into the garage and show me what you are going to do to your hubby after I leave,” he commands. 

We enter the garage, and we both see hubby hanging by his wrists from one of the overhead beams.  Charlie appears to be amazed at what she sees.  Hubby has used a small stool to stand up, locked his wrists into two cuffs that are hanging down from one of the beams, and then kicked the stool out from under him.  This leaves him hanging by his wrists with his feet completely off the floor.  Next, Charlie looks around and finally spots a cat o’ nine tails hanging from the wall behind hubby.

“Well, turnabout is fair play,” Charlie tells me.  “Get him down from the cuffs, and then I want you to cuff your wrists in his place.”

Soon I’m hanging from the cuffs, feet off the floor, and hubby standing beside Charlie.  Next, Charlie tells me to watch how a good lover takes care of a big, black cock.  Then, Charlie gets back down on his knees in the middle of the garage and begins to suck hubby’s cock again.

“God, this concrete hurts, and it is not the cleanest, either,” Charlie tells me.  “But, I want to make my point, bitch, so I am going to give your hubby the best BJ that I know how to give.  When he blows, I will make sure that most of his jism lands on my face.   After he blows his load, I will tell him to go back into his house and wait for that sorry ass excuse of a wife of his to return.”

Charlie then proceeds to suck hubby’s cock.  It takes him about five minutes to get hubby off.  But, when hubby blows his load, Charlie aims hubby’s dick right at his face.  Hubby coats Charlie’s face with his lovely man cream.  Charlie makes no attempt to clean it up.  He’s wearing it like a trophy as he tells hubby to go to our bedroom and wait for me.

Next, Charlie walks over to the wall, picks up the cat o’ nine tails, and decides to whip my ass good for everything that I said to him earlier.   He’s still pissed about getting called ‘no good, fuckin’, common, teenage street slut and whore’.  So, he starts whipping me.  My ass first, then my tits, and finally my cunt. 

But, a funny thing happens.  The more he whips me, the more I enjoy it.  By the time we are done, I have pussy juice leaking from my cunt.  I want to take him into the house and fuck both him and hubby.  Maybe fuck both of them at once.  But, he realizes that the time is getting late and he knows that his mom or dad will be home soon.  So, he lets me down and makes me lick my hubby’s jism from his face before telling me to go take care of hubby.

After Charlie leaves, I go into the house and get another surprise.  When I walk into our bedroom, hubby is once again on the bed getting fucked in the ass.  This time it’s by a guy that I’ve never seen before.  But, hubby is moaning – with delight.  I really lose my cool when I hear hubby telling the guy fucking his ass ‘More, Harry, more.  Fuck me harder before the bitch comes back!’ 

Well, I’ve never been confused with a member of MENSA, but I do know that the ‘bitch’ he’s referring to is me.  This pisses me off even more.  Much more than catching him with Sam.  Before I could justify his fucking around with Sam as bisexual swinging.  After all, I swing bisexually with Sam’s woman all the time.  But, I now see that he’s into guys more than me.  He also does not appear to be very particular with whose cock he sucks or fucks.  I’m not only pissed off, but I’ve had it with his fuckin’ attitude.  So, I decide that ‘Enough is enough!’

“What the Hell are you doin’?  You no good motha fucka!” I scream at hubby.  “And who in the Hell is this slut?  What the fuck’s goin’ on here?”

Hubby starts to babble.  The other guy sees how pissed I am and he pulls his big, fat, dick out of hubby’s ass, grabs his clothes, and heads for the door.  To illustrate my point, as the other guy turns and begins to head down the hallway, I pick up one of hubby’s football trophies (he was a pretty good quarterback in high school) and throw it at him.  Luckily I miss him, but the trophy smashes against the far wall in the hallway and breaks into three pieces.

Next, I grab another of hubby’s trophies and throw it at hubby as he’s attempting to get off the bed.  Again, luckily, I miss him.  But, I also realize that it’s too late.  Our marriage is essentially over.  Thankfully we don’t have a gun in the house, because if I had access to one I probably would have shot the motha fucka!

Hubby is now in full retreat mode.  As he’s getting ready to lock himself in the master bathroom, I hear the front door slam shut.  The guy with the big cock has left the building.  Later I learn that he left without putting on any clothes.  A neighbor told me later that it was funny as Hell watching him running for his life while trying to put his pants on over that big cock.  Damn!  Maybe I chased the wrong cock out the door.

After calming down a bit, I walk over to the now closed bathroom door and lay down the law.  Again.

“Listen, you homo motha fucka!” I tell hubby.  “I want your sorry ass out of this house!  Now!  Get the fuck out and stay out!  We’re done!  I don’t ever want to see your face, your ass, or your big cock ever again!  Get the fuck out and stay out!  I’m going over to see Henrietta now (which, of course, is a lie).  When I get back you had better not be here.  If you are, I am going to publish all those pictures I have of you sucking cocks!  Now, pack up your shit and get the fuck out!”

My throat is now very sore, so I quickly leave the bedroom and go down to the kitchen.  I find a bottle of wine and decide to get out of the house until after he leaves.  So, I grab the wine and head for the only neighbor that I know is home.  Jolene.  Another of my cunt-licking strip poker buddies.  Unfortunately, when I get there I discover that she’s not home either. 

I am really feeling low and still pissed off, right now.  Plus, I’ve got a bottle of wine and nobody to share it with.  I also remember that I still have Henrietta’s car, so I decide to return it to Sam and explain that his wife won’t be back until sometime after 1 AM.  After pulling her car into her driveway, I hear more sounds from his garage.  I go and check out the noises, only to see both my ex-hubby and Sam hanging by their wrists.  Both are also getting their asses fucked.  By Charlie and his dad.

“Fuck both of you.  You’re both no good homos,” I scream at Sam and George before I run back across the street to my house.  As I am locking all the doors, I realize that tomorrow I need to change all the locks on all the outside doors.  Then, I grab the bottle of wine and head for the safest place that I can think of – our punishment garage.  I hide in the dark in the garage just in case the SOB returns to our house.  I really don’t want to see him right now.

I don’t know how long I am in there drowning my sorrows, when I finally remember that someone has to pick up Henrietta at the Topless Club tonight.  I am not sure what time it is, but when I look towards the house I realize that it’s totally dark.  So, I go back inside to find my car keys.  I am still wearing the same sundress and G-string panty that I wore to the club earlier today.  I figure that neither probably will be on once I get to the club, so I just grab my keys and head for the car.

While I am driving, all I can think about is what it will be like to serve as a Golden Room slave sometime in the future.  I am actually considering joining the club on their 30-day plan.  When I get there, the valets aren’t anywhere to be found.  So, I just leave the keys in the car and go knock on the door.  When it opens, both the Matre’D / Hostess and Henrietta greet me.  Both are fully clothed, although Henrietta is still covered from head to toe with piss. 

“God, I was hoping that you’d get here soon,” Henrietta says.  “I’ve been calling your house for over an hour.  Ditto for mine.  Where the fuck is Sam?”

“What happened here tonight?” I ask. 

“Power outage,” the Matre’D / Hostess explains.  “Our main transformer blew about 90 minutes ago, and our emergency batteries ran dry about 15 minutes ago.  We were able to get everyone out safely, but we’re closed for at least 24 hours until we get a new transformer installed.  I’m going to lock up now and go home.  My offer for a visit on the house is still open for you, but just not tonight.  See ya later, cunts.”

With that, she pulls the outside door closed, key locks it, and then heads for her car in the back parking lot.

“You haven’t been fuckin’ Sam without me again, have you?” Henrietta asks. 

“Where’s the nearest bar?” I ask.  “I’ve got something to tell you, and it will be easier if we’re drunk.”

When we get to the bar, I explain everything that’s happened.  I especially tell her about kicking George out for good. I also tell her about seeing Charlie not only fucking my hubby, but how Charlie’s dad was fucking her man.  When I tell her everything, she gets pissed, too.  Probably more pissed than I was when I saw some stranger fucking my man’s ass. 

“You’re totally right,” she says.  “We don’t need those losers.  Hell, after what they’ve done to us, we ought to be able to take them for all their worth and live comfortably for the rest of our lives.  I know a good lawyer that can make that happen.  So, let’s go find the fuckers and tell them that we never want to see either of them ever again.  We’ll also tell them that if they give us any shit, all of our videos will be emailed to their offices, and they will be the next hot internet item.”

Suddenly, I am reminded again to never piss this bitch off.  She does have a bit of a vengeful, mean streak.  Right now she’s my ally, which is great for me.  But, I don’t want her pissed off so much that she wants to get even with me. 

While we drink, I also tell her about how turned on I got when Charlie, the teenage boy from across the street, was treating me like his personal slave.  How he hung me by my wrists and then whipped me with my own cat o’ nine tails.  How hot and horny getting whipped by a neighbor boy made me.  I wanted to fuck his cock off as soon as he finished whipping my cunt.

That’s when it hits us.  We don’t want a full-time hubby.  We both want just a part-time Master or Mistress.  Preferably, someone much younger than us.  We need a younger disciplinarian with benefits.  Someone who can keep a secret about whipping our asses, tits, and cunts will be perfect.  So we decide to go home and talk more about our kinky desires, and how we can satisfy our desires by becoming sluts and sex slaves to a younger Master or Mistress.

“What about our girls?” Henrietta asks.

“Fuck,” I say. 

I have forgotten that both of our daughters are scheduled to return from their trip tomorrow night. 

“How can we keep our desire to become cougar sex slaves to a teenage boy a secret from our own daughters?” I add.  “After all, we don’t know how they will react when we tell them that we kicked their daddies out because both of their daddies have become cocksucking whores?  And how we want to become cock sucking and cunt licking slaves ourselves.”

“How did George treat your daughter?” Henrietta asks.

“Hell, he’s been fucking her ass for years,” I reply.

“Mine, too” Henrietta responds.  “Now, does George ever whip her?  Or, let her watch when he whips you?”

“Both,” I reply.  “She is just as much his ass whore and sex slave as me.” 

Henrietta says the same about her daughter. 

“Have you ever eaten your daughter’s pussy,” Henrietta asks.

“I always do clean-up duty whenever that bastard fucks her ass,” I reply.  “And, yes, she always cleans me up whenever he does me while she is home.  I hope that does not change.  She’s one sweet tasting cunt.  I think she’s more bisexual than me.  She also prefers the bottom – just like her mom.”

“Us, too,” Henrietta adds.  “Sounds like our bastard hubbies compare more than cocks.  I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they swap daughters from time to time.  We already know that they swap wives.”

“Well, then,” she replies.  “It looks like we take the first step, but eventually both Gracie (my daughter) and Diane (Henrietta’s daughter) are destined to join us serving Charlie or some other young Master or Mistress just like him.”

“The more I learn, the more I think I should have shot that bastard,” I reply.  “But, then, I want to pick and choose whose cunt I eat.  Becoming someone’s prison bitch is not what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

“Well,” Henrietta replies.  “Let’s let our lawyers know all the details and let them get even for us.  Now, let’s move forward and onto more important things.  Let’s go home so that I can kick that bastard out of my life forever!”

As we are driving across town, I can see Henrietta doing a slow burn.  She’s getting more pissed just thinking about everything that has happened – or is about to happen.  When we pull up in front of Henrietta’s house, we can see the lights on in the master bedroom.  It’s my guess is that both guys are in there getting butt fucked. 

I also figure she may need some support, and possibly some back up, when she kicks Sam out of her life.  I volunteer to go in with her.  But, she tells me that she will handle it herself, and she will call me if she needs any help.  So, I drop her off and then take my car back home.  As I am entering my house, I am wondering if it’s me, not her, who may need some assistance if that SOB George is hiding somewhere in my house. 

Tomorrow I definitely need to get all the locks changed.  But, thankfully, he’s not home.  So, I make sure that all the doors and windows are shut tight, and I block all the doors with furniture.  I know that the chairs and sofa will not stop him from getting in if he wants, but at least they will give me some warning and allow me to find an escape route.

I enter Gracie’s room without turning on the lights.  That enables me to watch Henrietta’s house without being obvious.  I open the window so that I can hear if anything major happens over there.  But, as expected, all I hear is a lot of yelling.  Most of it is from Henrietta, and most of it is angry.  God, I thought that I was pissed.  She’s calling him everything under the sun.

Eventually, I see both Sam and George leaving Henrietta’s house.  Both are carrying suitcases.  I can’t tell for sure, but the one George is carrying looks like his normal travel case.  Well, maybe the two cocksuckers are getting ready to move in together.  After all, they deserve each other.  I hope they are happy with a strict diet of cock and no pussy.

While Henrietta is throwing her hubby, as well as my ex-hubby, out of her house, I come to a life changing decision and decide that I want to see if I can become Charlie’s bitch and sex slave.  I also decide that when I present myself to become his bitch and slave, I am going to do it while being bare-ass naked.  I want him to see all of my goodies and know exactly what he will, or will not, be getting if he does, or does not, accept my offer.

In addition, since I am about to become his slave, slut, and whore in the morning, there’s no sense in wearing any clothes tonight.  After all, I’ve already decided to present myself for his amusement, use, and abuse wearing only FM stilettos and wrist cuffs.  I will wear a trench coat to cross the street.  But, once we get to his house the coat will come off and I will be presenting myself au natural.  So, there’s no need to get dressed now.  Besides, I’ve spent most of the past three days naked.  I’m beginning to like it.

Suddenly the phone rings.  It’s Henrietta and she asks if I’m horny.  I tell her that I feel like walking down the street naked and fucking the first thing that I find. 

“What we need is a session at the Ebony Club,” she adds.  “It’s ass night at the club, and I feel the need for a good ass fuck.”

I agree, but I remind her that it’s already after 1 AM and I really don’t want to spend the night bent over while some rich, white SOB is plowing my rosebud for free.  Then, I tell her that I have decided to offer my body to my neighbor boy in the morning.

“Before you do that,” she adds.  “I know a place that I think you will like better than either the Ebony or Topless clubs.  Do you really feel like getting fucked tonight?  Or, do you want to wait until tomorrow to try something new?”

I tell her that I am really tired and that it’s been a couple of long and rather eventful days this past week.  I’m not sure that I can handle any more surprises or excitement tonight.  She reluctantly agrees and somehow gets me to promise not to talk with Charlie until we visit another club she frequents from time to time.

“How are you dressed right now?” she asks. 

I tell her that I am wearing the same thing that I will be wearing tomorrow morning if I go over to Charlie’s house.  

“Do you want some company tonight?” she asks.  “After all, it could get kinda lonely before the night is over.”

“F-A-R!” (Fuckin’-A-Right) I reply.  “Come to the back door and knock three times.  I have the place all locked up to keep those cocksucking bastards out right now.”

About 10 minutes later, there is a knock on my back door.  Or, should I say, there are three knocks on the door.  When I open it, I get the surprise of my life:  Henrietta is standing on the porch, still wearing the same sundress and G-string panty set that she wore to the Topless Club earlier today.  And, she still has streaks of piss running through her hair and on her face and body.  She has not taken time to clean herself up since we returned from the Topless Club.  Her appearance is begging for me to give her a good whipping, followed by a good fucking.  If I only had a cock.

“Well, bitch,” I say.  “Get your fuckin’ ass in here before the guys see you and decide to come for some pussy.”

“N-F-W (No fuckin’ way) is that bastard ever touching me again,” she replies.  “Now, pour me a drink.”

She immediately pulls the sundress off and tosses it back onto my back porch floor.  Now she’s wearing only her G-string panties and FM stilettos.

“Well,” she tells me. “Where I’m going to take you tomorrow, I won’t need this dress.  So, mind if I just leave it here.” 

“Fuck you,” I reply.  “I want you completely naked, just like me.  You made me stay that way a couple of days ago.  Suffer, bitch!  You’re going to stay that way until after Charlie’s done with us in the morning.”

“Please,” she adds.  “Let me take you to one more club before you make that commitment.  We can go there tomorrow.  I know that you will love this place.”

“Then, at least eat my cunt,” I reply.  “I’m horny as hell.”

“That I can do,” she says as she drops to her knees, crawls into my kitchen, and does not stop until her head is between my legs. 

“God, you’ve always had one Hell of a sweet tasting pussy.  It’s all I need for dinner.  I only wish it was filled with cum,” she replies.

“Patience, my horny friend,” I answer.  “Patience.”

Chapter Four

All of the events from the past couple of days suddenly come crashing down on us both, and we are both very wound up emotionally.  Neither of us falls asleep until almost dawn.  Of course, we both take turns ‘DATY’ (Dining at the Y).  God, this G2G thing is becoming a habit with Henrietta and me.  But, down deep we both know that we need to find a good, hard cock to suck and fuck, and we need to find it soon.

I’m not sure what time it is when I awaken.  But, I do hear a bunch of noise coming from the living room.  I get up, empty my bladder, and then wander down the stairs where I see two more of our Ebony friends, Carol and Jolene, ‘playing’ with Henrietta.  Henrietta is bent over the back of my sofa with her hands cuffed behind her back.  Just like I was when Henry, the pizza guy, was fucking my ass.  Only, this time Henrietta has two cocks – or should I say two strap-on dildos – pounding her.  One is skull fucking her mouth and the other is screwing her cunt.  Carol and Jolene appear to be having a ‘ball’ fucking my neighbor, best friend, and soon to be fellow divorcee.  Henrietta, on the other hand, is screaming her head off – with ecstasy.

“Well, looky who’s finally awake,” Jolene says to Carol when she sees me descending the stairway.

“Get your ass down here, bitch!” Carol orders to me.

“W-T-F,” (What the fuck) I reply.  “What’s going on down there?”

“We just heard the news,” Carol replies as she pulls her strap-on out of Henrietta’s cocksucker.  “You and this bitch here just kicked your cocksucking, cheating hubbies out for good.  That’s great news.  Jolene and I know what you’re going through emotionally, since we did the same thing to our cheating bastards a year ago.  Welcome to the neighborhood Ebony Divorcee Club.  Now, get your ass down here for the initiation ceremony.”

I just stare at the dong sticking out from Carol’s groin, realizing that very soon it would be pounding mymouth, cunt, or ass.  It may be a fake cock, but it’s still a cock.  And, a cock is what I need right now.  So, without saying a word I continue down the stairs, and then I walk over to and face the back of the sofa just to the right of where Henrietta. I immediately bend forward and place my wrists together behind my back.  Carol quickly cuffs my wrists together.  She then pulls my left leg over and ties it to Henrietta’s right one.  Next, she pulls my right leg in the opposite direction and ties it to the far right leg of the sofa’s back.  My legs are now pulled wide apart, leaving both my cunt and asshole easily accessible for whatever Carol wants to do.  The entire time I am getting prepared for my session with Carol’s strap-on, Jolene continues to fuck Henrietta with her fake dick.

“Pussy or asshole?” Carol asks.

“What?” I respond, not realizing what she is asking.

“Do you want it in the pussy or asshole?” Carol explains.

“Both,” I reply.  “Fuck my pussy until I cum, and then fuck my asshole until I cum again.”

“You were right,” Carol says to Jolene.  “These two are both nasty, kinky bitches.  They’re going to be fun at tonight’s Cougar Slut Party.”

Before I can ask ‘What the Hell is a Cougar Slut Party?’ I feel my cunt penetrated by one of the biggest fake dicks that’s ever fucked any of my holes.  Not only that, but this bitch is very talented.  She knows how to fuck like a man!  I can feel her thrust it deep into my puss, then give it a twirl before drawing it backwards.  I can’t tell that it’s not the real thing.  I keep waiting for it to explode.  But, of course, unlike my ex-hubby, this one will stay hard forever.

Carol keeps pounding me.  Over and over.  In and out.  Up and down.  God, this is great!  Who needs a hubby when you have a friend with benefits like her?  As I begin to lose myself in the moment, I hear Henrietta cry out.  She’s cumming.  I can’t wait for my turn. 

“No! No! Don’t stop!” Henrietta yells.  “Fuck you, Jolene!  Bring that big dick back here.”

Suddenly I see why Henrietta is begging.  For, suddenly Jolene is standing in front of me, pointing her big latex dick at my face.  When I came down the stairs, Henrietta was getting finger cuffed by two strap-on dongs.  Now it appears that it’s my turn for a good, old fashioned DP.

“Suck it clean, Bitch!” Jolene tells me. 

As she pushes her fake dick into my cocksucker, I notice it has a slight odor and taste.  An odor and taste that is very familiar.   For, unless I am mistaken, it’s got Henrietta’s ass juices on it.  Juices that I have tasted many times in the past.  I guess she, like me, asked to get banged in both of her boxes.  No wonder Carol called us both nasty, kinky bitches.In the meantime, Carol keeps banging my cunt.  She gets me to the point where I am about to cum.  Then, with no warning, she pulls out of my twat and pushes the fake dick into my ass.  I want to scream about the Big O that I should have had by now, but, damn, that thing feels good in my back passage, too.

Henrietta is still begging Jolene to do her some more.  Suddenly I find out why.  Just as I am about to cum – this time from a good assfuck – Carol pulls out. 

“That’s not fair!” I scream.  “Bring that fucker back here!”

Henrietta and I are both begging to get fucked by their fake cocks.  But, both Jolene and Carol simply ignore our requests.  In fact, as they are removing their strap-on dildos, they also announce that it’s time for them to get cleaned up so that they can go to tonight’s Cougar Slut Party.  Jolene even asks if they can use the shower in my master bedroom.  Naturally, I figure that they will uncuff Henrietta and me so that all four of us can take turns cleaning our bods before the party.  But, they don’t uncuff either Henrietta or me.  In fact, Carol brings two collars over to us and snaps them around our necks.  Next, she attaches leashes to the collars.  Finally she unties our ankles before giving our leashes a slight tug.  

“Com’on sluts,” Carols says.  “It’s time to clean out your holes.”

Jolene then grabs our leashes and leads us up to the main bathroom.  She tells us to bend over the side of the tub for a good ‘ass cleansing’.  Just as she says that, Jolene enters with two very large enema bottles.  She fills up Henrietta first, and then me.  We’re both told to hold it in our bowels for at least five minutes.  Next, when Henrietta tells them that she cannot hold it any longer, she has me get into the tub on my hands and knees.  Then, she has Henrietta stand with her back to my face, bend over, and then step backwards until her ass is about an inch from my nose.  I know what’s coming.

“OK, bitch,” Carol tells Henrietta.  “Release.”

“I’m sorry, Nadine,” Henrietta says to me.   “I can’t hold it any longer.”

Just then Henrietta releases her sphincter and I receive an enema shower.  Thankfully, Henrietta warns me before she releases her ass muscles, so I am able to close my eyes and mouth, plus I am also able to hold my breath, so that I did not get any of her ass residue in any of my facial cavities.  But, my hair and face must be covered with her enema solution, and I know I also must smell terrible.By now my groin is begging for release.  So, Carol orders us to change places and now I must coat Henrietta with my enema solution.  After I am done coating her face, we are ordered to kneel facing outwards from the tub.  Then, Jolene stands before Henrietta and Carol stands facing me.  Both of us are now face level with their pussies. 

“OK, cunts,” Jolene says.  “Rinse time.”

Suddenly, we both get a blast of piss directly on our faces.  God, I never knew that these two Ebony friends of ours are as kinky as the two of us.  But, neither Henrietta nor I complain, ‘cause, like Carol said earlier, we both are nasty, kinky bitches.  After they finish giving us a golden shower, we are lead back downstairs and into my living room.  Then, she leads us over to the stairs and ties our leashes to the stair railing.

“Now, don’t go anywhere, you Dirty Cunts,” Jolene says as she and Carol begin climb the stairs towards my bedroom area.  We’ll be back as soon as we take a quick shower.”

“What the Hell’s going on?” I ask Henrietta after Carol and Jolene disappear upstairs. 

“Ever hear of The Cougar’s Den?” Henrietta answers.  “We’re all going there tonight.  Carol and Jolene are going to serve as Cougar Girls and you and I will be Dirty Cunts.”

“I take that this is the place you told me about last night,” I reply.  “W-T-F (What the fuck) is The Cougar’s Den?  And, what the Hell are Cougar Girls and Dirty Cunts?”

Henrietta explains that The Cougars Den is a special club where young adults can solicit sex from cougar women.  All those entering the club are classified by age groups.  No men over 30 are allowed in the building.  Both males and females under the age of 30 are the club’s patrons, and all women 30 or older are their cougar prey. 

“If we’re lucky tonight,” Henrietta continues to explain, “we’ll be fucked, sucked, whipped, and generally abused by young bucks and babes all night.  I love serving as a cougar sex slave at this club.  It will be very similar to just want you want Charlie to do to you.  Only, we probably won’t know who’s fucking or whipping us.”

“Why won’t we know,” I ask.

“Because everyone will be wearing masks,” Jolene says as she and Carol descend the stairs. 

Jolene explains that all of the cougars are required to wear facial masks to protect their identity.  For, it seems that not all of the cougars are single, and many are prominent civic or business leaders who must remain incognito.  Many of the young patrons will be doing the same.  She also explains that the masks are the solid rubbertype that covers most of the head.  However, there is a large opening below the nose which leaves the mouth ‘available for duty’.

“I’ll go get the van,” Carol says to Jolene.  “I’ll meet you and the Dirty Cunts in the driveway.” 

“Aren’t you going to let us take a shower, too?” I ask.

“Dirty Cunts don’t take showers,” Jolene replies.

“Dirty Cunts?” I ask.

“Let’s all get into the van and get this show on the road,” Henrietta replies to me.  “I’ll explain it all to you once we get rolling.”

“What should I wear?” I ask.

“What you’ve got on now is perfect,” Jolene adds.  “We all are required to be naked when we’re in the club.  So, we usually go ‘au natural’.”

‘Fuck,’ I think.  ‘Ever since that night with the pizza delivery guy, I have been spending more time naked than dressed.  Why should tonight be any different?’

As Carol heads for her van, Jolene unties our leashes and leads Henrietta and me out through the kitchen and into the driveway.  Once we are in the van, with Carol and Jolene sitting in the two front bucket seats while Henrietta and I are left to kneel on the carpet covered floor in the back, Henrietta begins to explain the tradition of The Cougar’s Den. 

She explains that the club’s cougars are always divided into two categories – Cougar Girls and Dirty Cunts.   The Cougar Girls are those who arrive freshly showered and are available for primarily vanilla sex.  It’s also a tradition that the Cougar Girls also arrive with their mouths, assholes and pussies cleaned, rinsed, and smelling very fresh. 

The Dirty Cunts, on the other hand, are the cougars that love naughty, nasty, and kinky sex, and they also are available for almost anything.  It’s tradition that the Dirty Cunts come to the club without showering first – usually covered with sweat, cum, piss, and more.  They also are expected to obey any order given by a patron.  In fact, disobeying any order is a whipping offense.

“But,” Henrietta adds.  “That’s half the fun.  I usually arrange to get whipped a couple of times a night whenever I visit The Cougar Club.”

Because the back of the van doesn’t have any side windows, I am not sure where in town we are driving.  Eventually I am able to look out the back window as we pass the Topless Club, which appears to be still closed.  Eventually we pass an unmarked building with a long line of people standing outside waiting to get in.  I suddenly realize that this must be the place when I notice that there are no men or women our age in the line.  Just as we pass the line, Carol turns the van into a gated parking area.  If my guess is right, my evening is about to get more interesting.

After the van is parked, Jolene comes over and opens the door for us.  She then pulls us out by our leashes and leads us over to a dark building where we see two separate doors – one labeled ‘Cougar Girls’ and the other ‘Dirty Cunts’.  Carol rings the bell, and we are greeted by a middle-aged (probably mid-40s) totally naked woman.  She’s got all kinds of piss, cum, and maybe even some enema residue, stains all over her body.  She’s also wearing a hood on her head.  She introduces herself as Chief Dirty Cunt JoAnn.

“Welcome back, Dirty Cunt Henrietta” JoAnn says. “Who’s this lovely Ebony creature?  Will she be joining us as a Dirty Cunt tonight?  Good.  Come on in and make yourself comfortable.  We are expecting a full house tonight, so there should be plenty of action to go around.”

As she’s greeting us, I see Carol and Jolene enter the club through the door marked ‘Cougar Girls’.  Henrietta leads the way, stepping inside a small entry area where JoAnn has us wait while she pulls hoods over each of our heads.  JoAnn then opens another door and leads us into what appears to be a long, but narrow, dark room.  As I look around, I see that there are about 10 other women sitting on a single bench located in the middle of the room.  All are covered with dirty residue of some kind.  I also see that the floor is wet, and since the entire place smells like piss….  Once we take our seats, the main slut closes the door and the room goes dark.

“Where are we?” I ask Henrietta. 

“Ah,” the woman sitting on the other side of me says.  “We’ve got a Dirty Cunt virgin here?  Let’s save her for a Bloody Mary.

“Well,” Henrietta begins to explain.  “First of all, officially this is the Dirty Cunt Waiting Room.  We just sit and wait here until a patron or two tells the club manager that he or she would like our services.  That usually takes about an hour or so before we’re selected.  Until then, just sit still and enjoy the view.  But, as you can smell, this room is more than just a waiting area.  We’re actually sitting in the bottom of the patron’s latrine.  So, from time to time we will each receive a fresh coat of ‘dirt’ from above.  Don’t fight it.  Just ‘go with the flow’.”

“But, what’s a ‘Bloody Mary?” I ask.

“Yep,” the woman sitting on the other side of me says.  “We definitely got us a Dirty Cunt virgin here.”

“A Bloody Mary is bitch who’s on the rag,” Henrietta explains.  “Another club tradition is that all newcomers must eat the cunt of any bitch on the rag. So, if one comes to the club tonight, you will probably get the honor.”

Suddenly, a beam of light shines down from directly over Henrietta and my heads.  The light only lasts a second or two, and then that area goes dark again.

“Incoming!” another of the Dirty Cunts yells. 

“Nadine,” Henrietta warns.  “Close your eyes just in case.”

SSSSSPPPPPLLLLLLAAAAASSSSHHHHH!!!!

It’s a direct hit.  I feel my entire body soaked with a liquid residue.  I lick my lips.  Yep, I just got pissed on.

“Thank, God,” Henrietta says.  “It’s only piss.”

Suddenly another beam of light shines down from above.  This time it’s over two other sluts sitting at the other end of the room.  Just like before, the light is brief, and then the room goes dark again.

“Incoming!” another yells.

SSSSPPPPLLLLOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!!

SSSPPPPLLLLLAAAATTTT!!!

“Oh, fuck,” one of the sluts at the other end of the room yells.  “Mother Fucker!  I just got enemaed!  I probably look like an ebony bitch, now!”

“You should be so lucky, cunt,” Henrietta yells back. 

Obviously she takes offense to racial comments – even while sitting in the bottom of a latrine covered with piss and more.

Just then the side door opens, and JoAnn enters. 

“OK, Dirty Cunts,” she explains.  “I just got a request for two Ebony cunts for an ATM Machine session.”

‘ATM Machine?’ I mime the question to Henrietta.

‘Ass to Mouth Machine,’ Henrietta mimes back.  ‘We’re going to the ass fucking room.’ 

JoAnn looks around the room and sees that Henrietta and I are the only Ebony bitches in the room.

“OK, you two,” she says to Henrietta and me.  “Get your asses moving!  You both have a date with an ATM Machine.”

“But, that one’s a virgin,” one of the other sluts says to JoAnn while looking at me.  “She hasn’t tasted a Bloody Mary yet.”

“Don’t worry,” JoAnn replies.  “The night’s still young.”

JoAnn grabs our leashes and leads both Henrietta and me past the other sluts.  As we pass the sluts who just received the results of someone’s enema, we both can see that their formerly Caucasian skin is now light brown and yellow.  I want to rub it in, but then I could be next for such a direct hit.  I finally realize that we are walking the length of the latrine towards another door located at the far end. 

After exiting the Dirty Cunts waiting area (aka latrine), we are led up a set of stairs and into the dungeon area.  There we spot our ‘home away from home’ for the next hour or so.  It’s a room with three pillories.  Each one is labeled with the words ‘ATM Machine’ over the openings for the occupant’s head and hands.  One of the devices – the one in its center – is already filled by a big-assed, Caucasian BBW.  Or, at least I think she’s Caucasian.  But, it looks like she’s also been the recipient of an enema aerial assault in the Dirty Cunts Waiting Room before being brought up for ‘play time’.  However, right now we can’t tell for sure, because she’s a bit busy.  She’s got one young stud pounding her in the ass while she’s sucking another one’s big dick.

Without saying a word, JoAnn goes over to Henrietta and unlocks her cuffed wrists.  She then pulls my friend and neighbor over to one of the open pillories, has her bend over and place her neck and wrists in the designated openings, then closes the top – locking Henrietta in one of the ‘ATM Machine’ pillories.  Then, she comes to me and repeats the performance.  Soon I am also locked into the last remaining pillory.  She then takes what looks like a window caulking gun and squirts some sort of grease or lube into Henrietta’s ass.  Naturally, I get the same treatment.

“OK, bitches,” JoAnn tells the two of us.  “You’re all lubed and ready for a night of ass fuckin’ fun.”

Moments later in walks a cougar couple – a young guy and his Dirty Cunt playtoy.  He’s not only a young buck, but he also looks like he’s barely old enough to get into the club.  His Dirty Cunt ‘date’ is one red hot mamma – even though she appears to be in her 40s.  The male has a big dick and I can see some ass residue sticking to it.  She’s also covered with dirt from head to foot – just like the rest of us Dirty Cunts.He walks over to Henrietta, sticks his dick into her mouth, and tells her to ‘get him ready for round two’.  However, what’s even more surprising is that the Dirty Cunt walks over to me, turns around so that I am staring at her ass, and then bends forward at her waist.  I can see that her asshole is still engorged, and there appears to be cum and ass juices leaking from it.  She then turns her head long enough to tell me to ‘get me ready for round two’, and then backs her ass into my face. 

Just as I am about to begin tongue fucking her bung hole, two young white studs with big, young, and rock hard dicks enter the room.  One goes over and stands behind Henrietta’s ass while the other does the same to mine. 

“They say that if you go black, you’ll never go back,” the young stud standing behind Henrietta says.  “Let’s find out if that’s true of assfucking black bitches, too.”

Moments later I feel a cock probing my poop shoot.  He’s no gentleman, nor is he inexperienced.  He plunges his rock hard monster deep into my backdoor.  He probably thinks that he’s raping my ass.  But, what he doesn’t know is that I am an ass fucking fool from way back.  Right now I’m in seventh heaven as I tongue fuck a Dirty Cunts’ ass while mine is getting pounded by a big, hard, young cock.  Life cannot get any better than this.

The ass that’s smashed against my face relaxes so that I can breathe a second or two.  But, I am still in seventh heaven as the young stud continues to pound my ass without mercy.  While her ass is momentarily pulled away from my face, I glace to the side and see that the white slut in the middle pillory is no longer sucking on the cock in her mouth.  Instead, she’s getting a very rough skull fucking.  The lucky bitch!  I can’t see Henrietta, but I imagine that she’s also getting skull fucked by a big cock, too.

Just as quickly as the ass is pulled away from my face, it’s pushed back into it.  As my tongue plunges deep into her rosebud, I can feel the cock pounding my ass getting bigger and harder.  I know that this guy must have been very aroused before coming into the ATM Machine room.  He’s not going to last much longer.  Soon I will have his man cream in my bowels.

But, he’s not the first to blast off.  Next, I hear one of the guys skull fucking either Henrietta or the other dirty cunt yell ‘Oooohhhhhh ffffuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!’  From the way he says it, I know that he’s just shot his wad into one of the other Dirty Cunts’ mouth.  I think it’s the one getting blown by the white chick, but I am not sure.  Then, I hear it again.  Also from one of the young bucks getting his cock sucked.  This time I think it’s the one skull fucking Henrietta.

Next, I feel the buck fucking my ass grab me by the hips and plunge his rock hard monster deeper and deeper into my bung hole.  Suddenly, he grabs my hips like his life depends upon it and then I feel him hold on for sheer life as he blasts his baby makers deep into my rectum.  It feels great.  Better than anything that the old hubby ever did.  For a young buck, he’s probably fucked a lot of young cunts and asses.  This old broad is very appreciative.  Now, I want to suck him clean so that he can do my puss.

“It’s clean-up time, bitch,” the guy behind me announces. 

Suddenly, the ass smashed against my face pulls away.  Next, I see the guy that just unloaded in my rosebud standing in front of the dirty slut that I have just ass tongue fucked.  She obediently drops to her knees and begins to clean his cock with her mouth.  Now, the situation is reversed.  For now she tastes my ass residues.  But, suddenly I feel a pang of jealousy.  I want that cock in my cocksucker.  Especially if it’s got my ass juices on it.

As she kneels there sucking his cock, for the first time I see that she’s got red stripes running horizontally across both of her tits.  Fuck, this bitch got whipped before she got her ass fucked earlier.  Now I am really jealous.  I need a good pussy fuck, but I also would like to feel the lash across my ass and my tits.  What a lucky bitch!  I’d love to be in her shoes tonight.

As she finishes cleaning his cock, I hear him tell her that it’s time to ‘Return to St. Andrew’s’.  Now I am really jealous.  But, as they leave another couple enters.  This time the guy is an Ebony buck and he’s escorted by a beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian cougar chick.  She looks to be about my age – late 30s or so.  And, I can see cum leaking from her cunt.

He walks directly over to me since I am the only ATM Machine not in use.  He plunges his rock hard black cock deep into my cocksucker as he orders me to ‘get him ready’.  I’m not sure if I’m getting him ready for my ass or hers, but his cock tastes great.  It must be completely covered with their creampie.  A mixture of his cum and her pussy juices.  A cum cocktail served on a stick.  One of my favorite hors d'oeuvres.

Suddenly, I feel him getting rock hard again.  He begins to pull out of my mouth.  I want to yell ‘No, let me suck that black beauty until it breathes fire down my throat!’  But, I don’t get a chance.  He pulls it out and immediately walks around to my ass.  Even better.  Now, push that thing into my cunt.  But, once again, I feel its helmet probing the crack in my ass.  I guess that in this room we are limited to ass fucks only.  But, what I really want is a rock hard cock in my cunt.  Oh, well, take what you can get when you can get it, right?

Just has he plunges his black monster deep into my bowels, the white cougar chick walks over to me and sticks her cunt in my face.  I am expecting her to make me eat her creampie.  But, suddenly she reaches between her legs and pulls her cunt lips wide apart.  Then, she shoves her slit directly into my face and opens her flood gates.  Once again, I am getting a golden shower.  This time from a middle-aged blonde bombshell.  No wonder why this black buck loves fucking her.  She’s almost as nasty as me.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and push my tongue as far forward as it will go in an attempt to lap up as much of her golden nectar as possible.  But, most of it splashes off of my face.  After the last of her golden nectar drips down and forms a puddle on the floor directly under my face, she slowly pulls her cunt away.  I try to reach out with my tongue even more.  I want to tell her that ‘I need to clean you up’. 

But, before I can get the words out of my piss-coated mouth, I hear a command from behind my ass telling her ‘Rim me!’  She quickly walks to my rear.  I can’t see what she’s doing, but I can imagine her on her knees directly behind her black buck’s ass as she tongue fucks his bum hole.  Damn, why do all the beautiful blondes get all the good jobs?  Why do all the black bucks prefer the cunts of blonde-haired, blue-eyed white bitches so much?  Hell, I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me if he just gives me a chance. 

Of course, I’m thinking about this shit the entire time he’s fucking my asshole.  I guess I need to stop complaining and just enjoy the ‘ride.’  Besides.  The way he’s pounding me tells me that he’s not a rookie at ass fucking.  He’s probably been doing it with his mother and sisters for quite some time.  The same way that my mom, my sisters and me sucked and fucked my daddy and my brothers when I was living at home.  But, none of the sucking and fucking I did with them can compare to one I am getting from the buck plowing my ass right now.  God, it feels so good.  Keep it up, you ‘motha fucka’!

The more he plunges into my ass the more I can envision him standing directly behind me fucking my poop shoot while the blonde bitch is eating his asshole.  I close my eyes so that I can better imagine the scene that my pillory does not allow me to see.  But, it feels so damn good.  Keep it up.  Now I can feel him getting even harder.  He’s growing.  Longer and wider.  I would like to think that he’s reacting to my muscle action.  I am trying to clamp down on that monster with my sphincter.  But, I also know that he’s probably also reacting to the tongue fucking his ass.

As I am lost in my pleasures, I do not hear Henrietta bitching to the guy fucking her ass about pulling out too soon.  She’s reaming him a new asshole verbally while he’s withdrawing his cock from her ass physically.  Finally, he has heard enough and leaves the ATM Machine room.  About five minutes later Chief Dirty Cunt JoAnn returns with two very large dyke guards.

“You just couldn’t go one night without a turn on the whipping post, could you, Dirty Cunt Henrietta?” JoAnn asks.  “OK, bitch.  This is your third offense.  Tonight the whipping is on your cunt.  Take her to the whipping room, suspend her upside down with her legs pulled wide apart, and then give her 100 lashes on the cunt.”

‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) I think.  ‘I’m a bigger pain slut than Henrietta, and I don’t know if I could stand 100 lashes on the cunt.  Especially if my legs are pulled wide apart, which means that many of those lashes will be landing on the inside of the twat.’

As the dyke guards are leading Henrietta away, she only gives me a naught smile and mouths the words, ‘See you later.  This place is fuckin’ boring.  Wanna join me?’

Naturally, the more I think about what she is about to endure, the more jealous I am becoming.  Yes, I am tempted to create a scene just to see if I can join her.  But, I’m also enjoying the ass fucking that I am receiving right now and don’t want it to end.

Just as I am beginning to really get turned on, anticipating a rocked launch in my poop shoot, two teenagers enter the ASM Machine room.  And, my jaw just about drops onto the floor.  I am totally surprised, for neither of them is wearing a mask.  I recognize both of them.  Both of them are near and dear to my heart.  Both of them are from our neighborhood.  I know them both well.

One is a young Caucasian guy.  But, not just any young Caucasian guy.  He’s a neighbor from down the street.  In addition, he’s more than just a neighbor.  He’s the object of my sexual fantasies.  In fact, if Henrietta, Carol, and Jolene hadn’t brought me to The Cougar’s Den tonight, I probably would have spent the day on my knees serving his every whim. 

For, I am staring directly and the face of my neighbor’s son, Charlie.  Amy Sue’s pride and joy.  The teenage boy who I caught giving my ex hubby a BJ.  The very same teenage boy who whipped my ass in my garage right after I called him a whore.  Right now I’m staring at his lovely blonde locks of hair.  And, of course, his big teenage cock!

Before I can say anything to either of them, he steps forward and places that lovely cock at my lips.

“Suck it, bitch,” he orders.  “Get me ready for my Ebony whore.”

Again, before I can say anything, he steps forward and pushes that lovely cock into my mouth.  I willingly oblige.  I can’t wait to taste his teenage cum dripping down the back of my throat.  Or, better yet, that rock hard cock plunging into and out of my cunt.  I’ve fantasized about fucking him on more than one occasion.  Tonight it may become reality.

Of course, when he plunges his rock hard monster down my throat, I get a mixture of flavors.  Dried cum, dried pussy juice, and, naturally, dried ass juices.  I don’t know how many Dirty Cunts or young girls have serviced this rod.  All I know is that right now it belongs to me, and I am going to enjoy every second that it’s in any of my holes.

“Rim me, bitch,” Charlie orders to the Ebony teenager who is accompanying him. 

Without saying a word, she immediately drops to her knees directly behind his ass.  She quietly, and very submissively, times the actions of her head to match the actions of his ass.  It does not take long for her to begin tongue fucking his bung hole.  What a sight we must make.  A black buck is fucking my ass while his white slut is rimming his asshole.  And, a young white teenage buck is skull fucking my face while his Ebony slut is tongue fucking his ass.

But, that’s not the most amazing thing about this sight.  For, the Ebony slut tongue fucking his ass is someone near and dear to my heart.  She’s a young, teenage bronze goddess with beautiful, long black straight hair.  She’s also got gorgeous tits for her age with dark, long nipples.  Her very slender waist is a good contrast to her very fuckable bubble butt. 

But, most of all, her fully shaven, bald as a baby’s behind cunt is just begging to be fucked.  Of course, her face is absolutely beautiful, and her big, round lips are just perfect for sucking cocks.  In short, she’s a bronze, teenage goddess that reminds me of me when I was younger.  Much younger. 

Thank God that I am wearing a mask.  As he plunges his rock hard cock deep into and out of my piss and cum coated cocksucker, I am truly glad that neither of them can recognize any of my facial and body markings. 

For, the bitch tongue fucking Charlie’s ass is none other than my very own daughter, Gracie!

Chapter Five

About an hour after sucking Charlie’s cock while my very own teenage daughter was rimming his ass, Chief Dirty Cunt JoAnn comes and releases me from my ATM Machine pillory.  When I realize that Henrietta has not yet returned, I know that something is up.  It does not take me long to remember how when JoAnn was asked about my Bloody Mary initiation, she replied ‘The night’s still young.’  Now I am about to find out what she meant.

She leads me into another special room – naturally this one is labeled ‘Reserved for Bloody Marys and Friends’.  Upon entering, I see a rather unique set of floor stocks and know that my freedom is short lived.  I quickly find myself locked in a kneeling position with one set of stocks securing my ankles and a second set locking my calves just below my knees.  There’s also a chain running from the center of the ankle stock to the back of my collar.  With my wrists still locked behind my back, I have no choice but to service whatever cunt, cock, or asshole that is presented to my face.

Shortly after JoAnn leaves me locked in position, a young Caucasian girl and her ‘friend’ enter the room.  She does not say anything.  She merely walks up to me, presents her blood covered cunt to my face, and tells me to ‘clean me up, bitch.’  That’s when the nasty, kinky side of me takes over, for I quickly lean as far forward as my neck chain allows, stick my tongue into her slit, and begin my chore.  Before the night is over, I am forced to clean three bloody cunts and three blood-covered cocks.

By closing time I have a very sore asshole, very tired facial muscles, dried cum, blood, and piss on my face, and cum and my own ass juices leaking from my bung hole.  But, the submissive slut in me loves every minute of it.  And, without a doubt, my biggest delight of the night was seeing my totally naked daughter kneeling, and then rimming, my teenage fantasy Dom while I suck his cock clean.  Now I know that she’s just like her mom – a naturally submissive slut.

Once the club is officially closed, JoAnn leads me to the Dirty Cunts entry/exit door where Henrietta, who spent the entire night locked in an ATM Machine pillory, is awaiting along with several other Dirty Cunts.  She finally removes our masks, but keeps our wrists cuffed behind our backs.  We are also still wearing our collars and leashes as we exit the building.  All of us also both look and smell terrible, for none of us are allowed to shower before exiting The Cougar Club.  That’s when I see that Henrietta has a very large Dirty Sanchez completely encircling her mouth.  I figure that I have one, too. 

Eventually both Jolene and Carol also join us in the cougar’s parking lot.  But, unlike us, they are still relatively clean.  Both have dried cum on their faces, pussy lips, and thighs.  Both also have cum still dripping from their cunts – proof that they were recently fucked.  Other than that, both are relatively clean from head to foot.

Now that the club has closed, I am expecting Jolene and Carol to release us from our cuffs.  But, instead they grab our leashes, lead us over to the back of their van, force us to our knees, and then tell us to clean their cunts.  Creampie duty, once again.  ‘Why not?’ I tell myself.  ‘Hell, these are probably the two cleanest cunts that I’ lick all night.’

By this time we are all dead tired, so neither Henrietta nor I are able to get either Carol or Jolene to cum.  But, we do get their snatches clean – inside and out.  Eventually they get bored with our licking and tell us to get into the van.  Finally they uncuff our wrists and tell us that we can clean each other with our tongues if we want.  But, Henrietta says that she’s too tired to play and just wants to take a nice, long, hot shower.  I agree, so we both rest while the van takes us home.

It’s just about sunrise when we finally pull into my driveway.  I am not sure if I will find Gracie, Charlie, or Henrietta’s daughter, Diane, in my house.  Thankfully the house looks totally dark and unoccupied.  But, when we look across the street we see lights on in Henrietta’s house.

“Hey Henrietta,” Jolene teases.  “I thought you kicked that SOB out last night?”

“I did,” Henrietta replies.  “If he’s there, I’m calling the cops.”

“Fuck him,” I add.  “Why don’t you just stay at my place and we’ll worry about who’s there sometime tomorrow.”

Henrietta agrees.  However, I decide to enter through my back porch door and do a quick search just in case Gracie is in the house with the lights off.  Thankfully, no one is home.  I also decide to wait until morning to track her down because I’m too tired for any explanations or arguments with her right now.  My only priority is to get up close and personal with a nice hot shower.  That is, unless Henrietta decides to join me.  Then, it could get interesting.

“Mind if I shower first?” Henrietta asks.  “I feel like my skin is about to explode.” 

I agree and decide to do a detailed room by room search just in case Gracie has returned home and is hiding or sound asleep in one of the upstairs bedrooms.  However, all I find is her suitcase.  She obviously had returned home earlier, but probably is spending the night with Henrietta’s daughter or Charlie.  I can’t get too mad at her if she’s with Charlie.  After all, I did suck his cock earlier tonight.

About 10 minutes later, Henrietta comes back downstairs.  She’s now wearing her panties.  Nothing else.  Just her panties.  But, for the first time in nearly 24 hours she’s wearing something.  However, I’m still bare-assed naked and covered with all sorts of stuff.  Now it’s my turn for the shower.

“You’re turn,” Henrietta announces.  “Tell you what.  I don’t believe that I’m saying this, but for the first time in quite a long time I want something in my mouth other than cock, cunt, or cum.  How about I fix us some bacon and eggs while you get your pussy and ass clean and ready for me?”

“Just leave my asshole alone,” I reply.  “I cannot take another bum fuck tonight – or is it tomorrow already?”

By the time we are done eating, both of us are too tired to play.  Henrietta heads into Gracie’s room to snooze while I plant my ass in my bed – alone.  I don’t know how long we are asleep, but it appears that it’s late afternoon when I hear some voices downstairs.  It doesn’t take me long to realize the voices are those of our two daughters and Henrietta.  The wander kids are home at last!

Knowing that I need another shower first, but still wanting to see how my daughter survived her night at The Cougar’s Den and her Girls Club trip, I just throw on my bathrobe and head down the stairs.  Of course, since I always sleep in the nude, I’m totally naked under the robe.  Eventually I find Henrietta, Diane, and Gracie all in the kitchen.  Henrietta is frying something on the stove while our two daughters are sitting around the kitchen table.  To my surprise all three of them are only wearing thong-style panties.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) I exclaim upon seeing all three of them wearing nothing but thongs.

“Mother!” Gracie replies.  “Remember.  Language.  Remember our house rules.  Cussing earns you a spanking.”

Of course she does not mention that those rules were instituted by my ex-hubby as an excuse to spank either Gracie or me whenever we used four letter words.  I just ignore her comment.  Neither Henrietta nor Diane pays any attention to her either.

“Com’on in, slut,” Henrietta says.  “This is a ‘girls only’ party.  Besides, we have some news to tell the girls and I was waiting for you before making our announcement.”

“Well, if you’re going to tell us about kicking our homo dads out of the house,” Diane responds to her mother.  “You’re too late.  Dad called me last night, crying his eyes out, and tried to blame you for everything.  But, what he didn’t know is that Gracie and I caught both of those two fags sucking each other’s cocks at least a month ago.  I’m surprised it took you two so long to kick their cocksucking asses out.”

“Diane!” Henrietta yells.  “He may be a cocksucker, but he’s still your father.  I don’t want you to grow up without knowing and loving him as your father first.  Everything else is secondary.  I don’t love him anymore.  But, I still want you to spend a lot of time with him, and I want you to keep loving him as your father.  He’s a good man in many ways.  Just ignore his preference for cocks over cunts.  Too many kids grow up not knowing their fathers.  I don’t want you to be one of them.”

“Language, Henrietta,” Gracie reminds her.

“Well,” Diane replies.  “I will miss my weekly whipping from that sadistic SOB.”

“So will I,” Henrietta replies.  “But, we can always find someone else to whip our ass.  It’s just not going to be him – at least for me.”

“How about you?” I add, looking directly at Gracie.  “What do you think of the situation?  Do you want to know exactly what happened and why I kicked your dad’s ass out of the house?”

“No offense, Mom,” Gracie replies.  “But, you need to do a better job of learning how to protect documents on your computer.  While you and Henrietta were sleeping earlier, Diane and I were able to see all of the videos of our dads sucking and fucking each other on your computer.  It was gross.  TMI.  But, I already knew that Dad liked to suck cocks.  So, no, I don’t need any explanation.”

“Well, then,” I reply.  “I also want you to remember that he’s your father.  I also want you to keep loving him as your father and ignore all of the kinky stuff he does.  I have stopped loving him, but I want to remain friends with him.  He still will be a part of my life.  He just won’t be my life partner or fuckbuddy anymore.  I hope you will do more than that.  He has many good qualities.  He just likes boys more than girls.  But, don’t hold that against him.  He’s still you father.  Please keep loving, and respecting, him.  For your own sake, if not for his.”

“OK, Mom,” Gracie replies.  “I get the picture.  I, too, will miss getting whipped by him.  But, I will try to keep loving him like a father.  A cocksucking, sadistic father.  But, my father, none the less.  Now, let’s talk about something more interesting.  Like why are you overdressed for this party?”

“Yea, bitch,” Henrietta says.  “Lose the robe.”

“But, I’m totally naked underneath,” I reply.

“Just as you should be, slut,” Diane replies.  “Lose the robe now!”

“Fuck,” I reply, looking at Henrietta.  “Like mother, like daughter.”

“Mother!” Gracie says.  “Remember.  House rules.  Watch your language, or I’ll have to spank you,”

“Well,” Diane adds.  “If she’s like her daughter, she’ll love that.”

Realizing that I’m outnumbered, I simply give in to their demands and take off my robe.  I’m now standing in front of my best friend, her daughter, and my own daughter in all my naked, bronze glory.  But, all three of them are still wearing their thong panties.  So, I decide to push them a bit.

“OK, you three,” I reply.  “Didn’t you all get the memo?  This is a naked party.  All three of you are over-dressed.  Take it all off.  Now.”

Diane and Gracie each look at each other.  But, Henrietta just smiles at me and reaches down and begins pulling her panties down her legs.  Soon she’s standing before the girls au natural – just like me. 

“You heard her, girls,” Henrietta says after removing her panties.  “Strip.  Now.”

Diane simply gives Gracie a very evil-looking grin and then reaches down and pulls her panties off.  Gracie finally realizes that she’s outnumbered and does the same. 

“OK, bitch,” I say to Henrietta.  “We’re all dressed appropriately for the party.  I’m hungry as hell.  How about serving that stuff you’ve been burning on the stove for the last five minutes.”

“Oh, shit,” Henrietta replies.  “This is what happens when I’m staring at three sets of very lovely tits and asses.”

“Maybe we should spank her for burning our food,” Diana replies.

Then, without saying another word, both girls descend upon Henrietta.  Each one grabs one of her wrists and quickly pulls her arms behind her back.  Before she knows what’s happening, Gracie holds both of Henrietta’s arms while Diane grabs one of the recently discarded panties and ties Henrietta’s arms behind her back.  Next, the take another pair of discarded panties and stuff them into her mouth.  Once she is secured, Gracie turns and looks directly at me.

“What about her?” Gracie asks.  “Shouldn’t she be spanked for cussing in the house?”

Again, before I know what’s happening, the two girls quickly attack me, pull my hands behind my back, and tie them together with a set of discarded panties.  I also get my mouth stuffed with the last pair of discarded panties.  Then, one by one Henrietta and I are marched into the living room and forced to bend over the back of the sofa. 

“Gracie,” Diane says.  “How cum these two bitches aren’t fighting or yelling and screaming?  I think they want us to spank their asses.”

“Keep them like that,” Gracie says.  “I’ll be right back.”

Next, I hear her running through the kitchen and out the back door.  I know where she’s headed.  Out into our garage where hubby keeps a cat o’ nine tails that he uses when he whips me. 

“No!” I try to scream.  “Not that!  Hand spanking only!”

Of course, the words get mumbled because I still have a panty wad in my mouth.

“Look what I found in the spanking garage,” Gracie tells Diane. 

I look up and see her holding two dog collars – or should I say bitch collars – complete with leashes.  She quickly puts one of the collars around my neck and the other one is fitted around Henrietta’s.  Then, she hands the leashes to Diane and tells her to lead us into the garage.  To ‘motivate’ us, she gives each of us a whack with a riding crop that she found in the garage. 

It’s now evident that my days of getting whipped by hubby are over.  But, not my days of hanging by my wrists in the garage while I get a good cat o’ nine tails flogging.  And, yes, Diane is right.  We do – or at least I do – like getting spanked.  Diane keeps pulling us forward, and about every third step I get a crack across my ass.  I’m tempted to intentionally fall down just to make Gracie crop my ass more. But, before I can put that plan into action, Diane pulls us off the back porch. 

Only she does not take us into the garage.  Instead, we are pulled out to a large oak tree in the center of the backyard. She then takes our leashes and throws them over one of the low-hanging branches.  Ng She then pulls down on the end of Henrietta’s leash, which in turn pulls Henreitta’s collar upwards until Henrietta is standing on her tip toes.  She then ties off Henrietta’s leash, keeping her in the tip-top position.  Next, it is my turn.  When we are standing side by side on our tiptoes, she then forces us both to turn towards each other so that we are now standing face to face, tit to tit, cunt to cunt.

“OK, Gracie,” Diane says.  “I bet you that I can make your mother cry before you can make mine cry.”

“What’s the stakes?” my daughter asks.

“How about this?” Diane replies.  “If your mom cries or begs for mercy first, we free my mom and you and your mom become my mom and my slaves for the rest of the day – until sunup tomorrow morning.  If my mom cries or begs for mercy first, then my mom and I will be slaves for you and your mom.”

The moment I hear this I know that both Gracie and I will be spending most of the evening and all night serving the needs of Henrietta and her daughter.  First, I know that Henrietta’s pain threshold is much higher than mine.  And, last night I also learned that Gracie is just like her mom – a natural subbie.  There’s no we that we’re going to win this contest.  That, plus I am fantasizing about licking Diane’s twat.

“OK,” Gracie says.  “You’re on.  May the best Domme win.”

But, before either of us receives our first lash, Henrietta leans over and whispers into my ear “Last as long as you can.  I want to see how submissive my daughter really is.  But, we must make it believable just let me know before you’re about to give in and I will submit at that time.”

CRACK!

“One,” Henrietta yells.  “Thank you Mistress.  May I have another?”

CRACK!

“One,” I yell.  “Thank you Mistress.  May I have another?”

‘Damn, that hurts’ I tell myself.  ‘This little teenage bitch knows how to wield a whip.’

CRACK!

“Two,” Henrietta yells …

…CRACK!

“Thirty,” I scream.  “Thank you Mistress.  May I have another?”

As soon as I say those words, I lead forward and tongue fuck Henrietta’s mouth.  I hope she is paying attention, and realizes that I am telling her that I cannot take much more.

CRACK!

“Oh, fuck!  Oh fuck!” Henrietta cries.  “I can’t take any more!  Please stop it now!  I beg you!  Please stop it now.  I give up.  I will do whatever you want if you stop whipping my ass!  Please stop it now!”

‘Boy,’ I think.  ‘What a phony act.  I hope the girls don’t see through our actions.’

“God, what a phony!” Diane says.  “I declare a mistrial.”

“N-F-W!” (No fuckin’ way!)  Gracie replies.  “Your mom begged for mercy first.  I win.  A bet is a bet.  Not only did you agree, but you named the terms.  Nobody said anything about whether or not she sounds honest.  Just whichever is the first to beg for mercy is the loser.  You’re mom begged for mercy first.  We win and you lose.  Now, get ready to spend the rest of the night as my slave.”

“She’s right,” Henrietta replies.  “I’m sorry, honey.  But, I just can’t take any more.  But, Gracie did a better job of whipping me than you did of whipping Nadine.  They won and we lost.  Now, honor your bet and release Nadine.  We are their slaves for the rest of the night.”

As I hear Diane coming over and beginning to loosen my leash from the tree, Henrietta leans forward and whispers into my ear “You own me, bitch.”  I just give her a one-word acknowledgement:  “Later.”

As soon as I am released, Gracie turns to me and asks, “What about her?” while pointing to Diane.  I take off my collar and place it around Diane’s neck.  Then, I tie her wrists behind her back with the same panties that had secured my wrists earlier.

“Just string her up with her mother,” I reply.  “Then, let’s go inside and get something to eat.”

However, my daughter really surprises me.  She not only leads Diane to stand directly in front of her mother, but she also forces Diane down onto her knees so that her face is even with Henrietta’s cunt.  She then pulls each of Henrietta’s legs over Diane’s shoulder and ties her ankles together.  Lastly she pulls Diane’s leash around the tree trunk until Diane’s mouth is tight against Henrietta’s cunt.

“Have fun, bitch,” Gracie says to Diane.  “See you in the morning.”

Once we get inside, I am cooking up some bacon and eggs – after all, it’s ‘breakfast’ time to me even though it’s near sunset – while Gracie sets the table.  I look over and see four places at the table.  I tell her that slaves never eat with their mistresses.  When Gracie asks what our two slaves will eat for dinner, I politely tell her that their nourishment will be found between our legs.  Gracie just gives me an evil grin when she realizes what’s to cum.

“Mom,” Gracie asks.  “I know that you spent a lot of time submitting to Daddy’s sexual desires.  Did you like it when he whipped you?”

“I loved it,” I reply.

“So did I,” she responds.  “I also know that both you and Henrietta play those games together.  Are you usually her top or her bottom?”

Well, I can’t admit that Henrietta and I are two birds of a feather – African-American submissive cunts that would have made perfect slave bitches if we’d lived in the antebellum era.  But, if either of us had ever had a chance to become an ‘Overseer’ during those slave days, it would have been Henrietta.  I am a natural follower, not a leader.

“Why do you ask?” I reply.

“Well,” Gracie answers.  “I have done both, but I prefer to be the slave rather than the master.  The only reason that I agreed to Diane’s bet is that I thought that you would be the loser of the contest and we would be the slaves tonight.  I was hoping that you and I would be hanging from that tree together right now.  I know that I am a natural bisexual submissive.  I like it when others have control of me whenever we’re playing sexual bondage games.  Especially if I am made to eat pussy.”

“Just how long have you been playing sexual bondage games?” I ask.  “Of course, I must ask the big question: Has anyone fucked your cunt yet?”

“Mother,” she replies.  “You really need to smell the coffee.  B-T-W, that wasn’t a band camp that Diane and I attended this week.  It was teen week at the bondage camp.  Diane and I spent the week totally naked and serving as sex slaves for both guys and girls.  God, I never sucked so many cocks and ate so many pussies in my life as I did this past week.”

“So did Diane,” she adds.  “But, don’t worry.  Everything we did was oral or anal.  One of the rules was ‘N-P-P’ (No pussy penetration).  But, my tongue is probably about two inches longer now.  It’s much more talented now, too.  Don’t worry.  Neither one of us got fucked in our cunts.”

“You poor baby,” I reply.  “You’ve never been fucked?  Maybe we’ll have to change that soon.”

“Promises.  Promises.  Promises,” she replies.  “Maybe I can get Charlie to be my first.” ‘

“You say you’re sure you’re a bisexual submissive,” I state.  “How about Diane?  Is she a natural sub, too?”

“For guys she prefers to sub,” Gracie explains.  “But, she prefers to Domme other pussies.  She hated taking orders from the top cunts at the bondage camp.  Tonight will be sure Hell for her – subbing to us.  She really wanted to make you and me her slaves.”

Suddenly, I feel like shit.  I am partially responsible for making Diane miserable.  I hate it when that happens.

“OK,” I say to Gracie.  “Confession time.  The whipping contest was rigged.  Henrietta wants to see how her daughter will react when forced into a submissive role to women that she knows.  I was about to beg for mercy.  I kissed Henrietta to tell her that I was about to give in.  Henrietta could have taken a lot more whipping.  But, she wanted Diane to be a loser, so she begged for mercy first.  We really lost the contest.  But, Henrietta threw it just to see how her daughter would react.”

“OH, fuck,” Gracie says.  “That’s not fuckin’ fair.”

“I agree,” I comment.  “Follow me.  When we get out there, just follow my lead.”

When we get out to the tree, I see that Diane’s face, hair, tits, and body are all wet.  As I get close up I can smell that the wetness is piss.  Henrietta has pissed on Diane’s face and it splashed all over her head and front.  Now I really feel bad.  That should be me covered in piss, not Diane.

Without saying a word, I immediately untie Diane’s collar leash from the tree, and then release her head from between her mother’s legs.  She’s no longer locked against her mother’s pussy.  Then, I untie her wrists from behind her back before removing the collar around her neck.  Next, I put the collar around my neck and then turn around and ask Diane to tie my wrists behind my back.  Diane is puzzled, but she’s still thinking that she’s a slave and does as she’s told. 

“Mistress,” I say to her.  “I beg your forgiveness.  Please do with me as you wish.”

Gracie sees what I am doing and she steps forward, grabs my collar leash, pulls me forward, pushes me down onto my knees, and then forces my face into Henrietta’s cunt.  She then pulls Henrietta’s legs over my shoulders before tying her ankles together behind my back.  Lastly she pulls my collar leash back around the tree trunk until my face is smashed tight against Henrietta’s cunt.  I am now in the same position that Diane was in a few minutes ago.

“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) Diane asks.

“Let’s go inside,” Gracie says to Diane.  “I’ll tell you all about how our mother’s fucked us during that whipping contest earlier tonight.”

I’m not sure how long the girls are gone, but when they return I hear Gracie calling Diane ‘Mistress’.  Gracie somehow has managed to become a slave for the night, too.  But, she already admitted that’s what she wanted earlier, so this must be a good thing.

Next, I feel movement on the other side of Henrietta’s body.  I cannot see anything, for my face is smashed tight against Henrietta’s pussy.  But, suddenly, I feel someone else kneeling directly in front of me.  Of course, with Henrietta’s lower torso between us, I can only imagine that the one on her knees is getting her face smashed into Henrietta’s ass the same way that mine is smashed into her pussy.

Then, I also feel the leather portion of a collar leash getting wrapped around the back of my neck.  In doing so, Diane accomplishes two things:  She locks Gracie’s face against Henrietta’s ass, and she further insures that my face is embedded in Henrietta’s pussy.  We are both now locked in position for anything that Diane wants to do to any of the three of us.

“I’ll see the three of you in the morning,” Diane says.  “I’m going to go over to Charlie and get him to fuck me silly.”

“Diane,” Henrietta yells.  “Get your ass back here.  I told you to never leave your bound subs alone.  It’s dangerous.  Someone could get seriously hurt or killed.  Now, if you want to go to Charlie’s for a fuck.  Fine.  But, release us first.”

Of course, the person that Henrietta is most concerned about is herself, for she’s got a collar around her neck that’s attached to a tree limb over her head.  If either of her legs slides off my shoulders, she could end up strangling herself.  That would mean she’s probably going to die, and the three of us probably will end up in jail.

“Well, fuck you, Mommy,” Diane replies.  “You weren’t thinking about me when you fixed the whipping contest earlier.  You weren’t thinking of me when you pissed all over my body.  So, fuck you.”

Diane then goes over to the other side of where her mother is dangling in a pussy sandwich configuration.  She then releases Gracie from her bondage and then tells Gracie to be sure that the two adult women are still in that position when she returns.  But, she also tells her to be sure that neither of us hurt each other. 

“Charlie promised to fuck all three of my holes tonight,” Diane adds.  “How about whipping the moms while I’m gone.  If you do a good job, I will see if Charlie wants to come over and fuck your holes, too.”

After Diane leaves my backyard, Gracie comes over and begins to release my bindings.  As soon as my face is free of Henrietta’s ass, I ask her what she’s doing.

“First of all, that fuckin’ slut ain’t gonna get fucked by Charlie,” she replies.  Charlie likes his pussy older.  I’ve tried everything I know to get Charlie to fuck my cunt or ass.  But, all he’ll ever let me do is suck his cock or lick his ass.  Not only that, but the only time he lets me suck his cock is right after he’s fucked someone else.”

Finally I am free, and I just stand back, watch, and listen, as my daughter is now releasing Henrietta from her bindings.

“Well, that happens, sometimes,” I reply.  “Just because we love, or want to fuck, someone doesn’t mean that they feel the same.  Hell, that’s the way your Dad and I are now.  I didn’t kick him out because I stopped loving him.  Hell, if he was here right now and wanted to fuck any of my holes right in front of you and Henrietta, I would have a hard time telling him ‘No!’. 

“God, I wish that were true,” Gracie replies.  “I’d love to watch him bang your box.”

“Silly, girl,” I reply with a smile on my face.  “That ship has passed.  Now he’s a man’s man.  That is, he only wants to fuck and be fucked by men, not bitches.  That happens sometimes. If you now know that Charlie doesn’t want to fuck you, then it’s time for you to find someone new to take your cherry.  How about Diane?  If she can handle a strap-on like her mother, she has to be one great fuck.”

“Hell, no!” Gracie replies with emphasis.  “She may be my friend and neighbor, but when it comes to sex, she’s a taker, not a giver.  I want my first to be someone who will give as much to me as I give to him or her.”

“Smart girl,” Henrietta chimes in.  “She may be my daughter, but she’s more like her dad than me.  She’s always been a taker.  What she needs is someone who will force her to be his or her slave and beat her ass whenever she fucks up.  Just like her dad did with me for the longest time.  Now, what’s this about Charlie only wanting older pussy?”

“Charlie doesn’t want any young pussy,” Gracie explains.  “He’s addicted to ‘cougars’.  He wants all of the cunts and asses he fucks to be at least 30.  Usually even older than that.  Hell, last night Diane and I went to The Cougar’s Den with him.  All he let us do with him was lick his asshole or clean off his cock after he fucked some old twat.  I spent most of the night with my nose and tongue between his ass cheeks while he was fuckin’ or getting’ sucked by some old bitch.

“Well,” I say to Henrietta loud enough for Gracie to overhear.  “How about us two old bitches taking this young chick into the house and teaching her some respect?”

“With our tongues?  Or, our belts?” Henrietta replies.

Gracie just gives us both a very naughty look before dropping to her knees.

“Why not do both?” she replies.  “Why don’t one of you whip my ass while I tongue fuck the other?  It can’t be any worse that what I did last night.  Remember?”

‘Remember?’ I ask myself.  ‘Does she know that Henrietta and I were serving as Dirty Cunts at The Cougar’s Den last night?’  My surprise must have given me away, for Gracie get’s an even naughtier look on her face.  That, and she’s got a shit-eating grin from ear to ear.  You know, the kind you get whenever you know something about your friends that they were trying to keep secret from you.

“That’s right, you silly, old twat,” Gracie says to me.  “I know that you two, plus Carol and Jolene, all were at The Cougar’s Den last night, too.  I ran into Jolene around midnight.  Or, should I say Charlie was into her about midnight.  He fucked her silly.  All I got to do was clean up duty on them both when he was done fucking the old bitch.”

“I also know that you both were Dirty Cunts last night,” she adds.  “And, from what I hear, there was a black cunt in the Bloody Mary room that matches your description, Mom.  I’m probably gonna start my period tomorrow.  Wanna eat my bloody snatch, too?”

“Well,” I say to Henrietta.  “Wadda think?  Should we tie her to the tree and whip her ass until it bleeds for talking that way to us?”

“Promises.  Promises.  Promises.” my daughter replies.  “Now, answer my question.  If I start my period tomorrow, will you eat my bloody snatch, too?”

“Promises.  Promises.  Promises,” I reply. 

“I’ve got a great idea,” Henrietta replies.  “Gracie’s already admitted that she loved it when your ex hubby whipped you and her together.  Why don’t I take you both into the garage and let you both re-live those times together?  Maybe I’ll just let you two hang all night in the garage.”

“OK by me,” Gracie replies.

“Normally I would agree,” I reply.  “But, last night was one fuckin’ long and busy night.  Not only that, but I have some plans for tomorrow.  So, I need my ‘beauty rest’.  But, I do like the idea of giving this smart-assed young bitch a good wuppin’.  Let’s take her into the garage and string her up.  Then, when Diane returns, we can do the same to her.  We can whip them together.  Maybe even whip them in a G2G 69 and see how long it takes them to get their friend to cum.”

“Sounds great to me,” Gracie says.  “It’s like I told you earlier.  I am a natural subby – just like you, Mom.  I am much happier when I am the one getting the wuppin’ rather than when I am givin’ it.  You can even hang me upside down and whip my cunt if you want.”

So, that’s exactly what we do.  Five minutes later Gracie is in the garage hanging upside down by her ankles – with her legs spread as far apart as we dare to pull them.  But, we decide to just leave her there until Diane returns.  Then we plan to hang Diane in opposite fashion, so that both bitch’s faces will be in the cunts of their friend.  Then, we will whip them together until they both break down and cry their eyes out. 

While we are waiting for Diane to return, Henrietta and I go back into the house for some ‘R&R’ (aka mutual pussy eating).  As we are walking between the garage and the house, Henrietta asks me what I have planned for the morning.

“Didn’t you hear that bitch?” I ask.  “She can’t get Charlie to fuck her because he only fuck’s cougars.  Not only that, but he wants all of his cougars to be in their 30s or older.  Hell, we both qualify for that.  So, I am now going to follow-up on my earlier plan and volunteer to be his love slave.  I plan to go to him in the morning, bare-ass naked, and tell him to do whatever he wants with my ass.  Wanna join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Henrietta replies.  “But, here comes Diane.  We’ve got two smart assed young pussies to whip first.”

Chapter Six

The next morning both Gracie and I are getting ready for a busy day.  She is headed off to school, where she will be serving as Diane’s pet and slave for most of the day.  I, on the other hand, am planning to do the same to one of the neighbors – Amy Sue’s son, Charlie.  Last night Gracie told me that Charlie has a fetish for middle-aged cougar cunts.  I plan to volunteer to become one of his cougar slaves.  Henrietta has volunteered to join me in our kinky fetish.

While Gracie is getting ready for school, I am getting ready for Charlie.  My preparations not only include a regular shower, but also a double dose of enemas and douches.  I want to be perfectly clean and ready for anything that he wants me to do – or wants to do to me.  My game plan is to go to his house wearing only my FM (Fuck Me) stilettos and a set of wrist cuffs.  Henrietta has agreed to do the same.

Gracie comes down the stairs wearing one of her specially made sundresses.  It’s a bit unusual, for it really does not fit.  But, that’s by design.  Her dress looks normal when she’s standing upright.  But if she moves at all, it’s designed to give the casual observer a treat.  The top is about three sizes too big, so if she bends forward she give any interested observer a good view of her titties.  The bottom, naturally, is about three sizes too small – aka short – so that if she bends over at the waist, anyone looking will get a good view of her ass.  Other than the dress, she’s only wearing a thongpanty that barely covers her twat.  She also is wearing two-inch heel sandals and a slave collar around her neck.

“Mommy,” Gracie asks when she sees me wearing nothing but my stilettos.  “Where are your clothes?  Aren’t you going to take me to school today?”

“It’s such a pretty day,” I respond.  “Why don’t you and Diane walk to school together this morning?”

She quickly agrees, and I walk her to our front door.  I watch as she crosses the street and goes over to Henrietta’s house.  I am not surprised to see Henrietta answer the door in her birthday suit.  She’s just about ready to join me in my kinky desire.  Soon Diane exits the house.  But, before they leave Henrietta’s house, Diane pauses to snap a leash onto Gracie’s collar.  Next, she forces Gracie to place her arms behind her back, and then snaps a set of cuffs onto her wrists.  Diane then leads Gracie down the street by her leash en route to a day of bondage fun at school. 

About five minutes after we watch the girls head off to school, there’s a knock on my back door.  I look out and see Henrietta standing there wearing nothing but a trench coat – just according to plan.  I know that the only other thing that she’s wearing is her FM stilettos.  Also, according to plan.  I pick up my trench and put it on.  But, I don’t put my arms through the sleeves.  I just snap a couple of button in the front – just enough to hide my tits and pussy.

“Already cuffed?” I ask Henrietta. 

She acknowledges that she’s already got her wrists cuffed behind her back.  I do the same to mine.

“Well, bitch,” I reply.  “Let’s get this show on the road before that kid with the big prick leaves for school.”

I have been watching Charlie’s morning routine for quite a while now, and I know that he’s always the last in his family to leave the house in the morning.  Just as we are walking down the street we see Charlie’s mom, Amy Sue, driving away.  ‘Great’ I tell myself.  ‘He should be alone now.  Our timing is perfect.’  We causally walk to his house, up his driveway, and onto his back porch.  We both get down on our knees and wait. 

Then, there he is.  He’s in his kitchen making his last preparations before leaving for his school day.  I look at Henrietta, and give her a quick nod.  Henrietta nods back in agreement.  He finally opens the door – only to find two Ebony cougar slaves awaiting his desires.

“Greeting, Master Charlie,” I proclaim.  “These two very horny Ebony cunts would love to volunteer to be your newest sluts and sex slaves, if you will have us.  We are already prepared and ready to serve your most kinky desires.  Just remove our trench coats and you will see that we are ready to serve.”

He does not say anything.  He just stares at the two of us sitting on our knees with our legs spread wide open.

“Master Charlie,” Henrietta adds.  “We already know that you prefer cougar pussy.  These two Ebony cunts are gladly volunteering to be your personal cougar slaves.  Your wish – no matter how kinky or perverted – is our demand.  Just say the word and we will do it.”

He still has not said anything.  He just steps forward and removes our trench coats – dropping them on the back porch. 

“Follow me, slaves,” he demands. 

He then turns and walks back into his house. We both follow – while still on our knees.  He leads us into his living room, where he has us stop in the middle of the room.  He places us about three feet apart.  He then goes over to a closet in the corner and returns with two slave collars and leashes.  He shows us the collars, and we can see the words ‘Charlie’s Bitch’ embossed on the front of the collar.  Next, he places the collars around our necks before taking a picture of each of us separately on our knees wearing only our stilettos and slave collars.

Then, he drops his pants and boxers, allowing that magnificent cock to spring free.  It’s already hard and ready for action.  He then has us crawl together, points that magnificent piece of man meat at our faces, and then tells us to open our mouths as if we’re about to take his cock into our mouths.  He also tells us to be sure to look up at him at the same time.  When he sees that our mouths are ready for his cock and our faces are totally visible, he snaps two more pictures. 

“Stay, slaves,” he orders. 

We know better than to move without permission.  He then hits the send button on his camera phone before going over to a computer in the corner of the room.  Suddenly we see all of the pictures that he’s just snapped of us up on a wall-mounted display panel.  Suddenly a file labeled ‘Charlie’s Bitches’ pops up and he adds our pictures to his collection.However, what really surprises us is the other people in the collection.  There before us is almost every female in the neighborhood, including his own mother, Amy Sue, her next door neighbors, Sally Ann and Debbie.  All of the other members of our neighborhood all-female strip poker club – including our two best Ebony friends, Carol and Jolene, are also pictured in this file.  (Our strip poker club meets once per week, with all the losers becoming cunt eating slaves).

In addition, some of them are also pictured together with their totally naked daughters – including Sally Ann and her daughter, Beth; Debbie and her twin daughters, Cindy and Candy;Carol and her daughter Beatrice; and Jolene and her daughter, Rene.  Both of our own daughters, Diane and Gracie, are also pictured naked, on their knees, and wearing one of his slave collars.  His collection is not limited to just pussies.  Also included in the collection is his own father, Bill, and our two ex hubbies, George and Sam.  All are on their knees wearing a ‘Charlie’s Bitch’ slave collar.  (Later we learn that his father, Bill, is a cum eating cuckold cocksucker from way back.)

But, what he does next is the most surprising thing of all.  He then opens up his Facebook page and copies our pictures.  He then labels the pictures ‘Charlie’s Newest Bitches’, dates it for today, and then hits the send button.  Fuck!  I don’t know how many friends he has in his Facebook, but they all now know that we’re his sluts and whores for the day.

He then opens a new Facebook page, where he once again copies our pictures.  Then he types in a message pronouncing ‘Two More Cougar Slaves Available at Ebony Slave Auction, Tomorrow, 9 AM, My House’ and then hits the send button.  Fuck! What are we getting into with this kid?

“OK, slaves,” he announces.  “Your first chore as one of my slaves is to have a little contest.  It’s one I love.  I call it a ‘Risk-Reward BJ Contest’.  Here’s how it works.  You both will be on your knees next to my cock.  When it’s your turn, you have 30 seconds to suck my cock and make me cum.  If you can’t get me to cum in 30 seconds, I pull out of your mouth and let the other one suck for 30 seconds.”

“We do that over and over until I finally cum in someone’s mouth.  The bitch that makes me cum is the winner and get’s to fuck me.  The loser get’s punished.  Trust me.  You will want to be the winner.  Slave Nadine, you get to go first.”

With that, he points his cock directly at my mouth.  I quickly open wide and begin to suck.  God, it feels so good.  He’s got more mouth fucking skill as a teenager than hubby ever had as an adult.  I don’t want it to end.  But, 30 seconds later, and no cum, he pulls out of my mouth and sticks his lovely man meat into Henrietta’s mouth.  Suddenly I am jealous of my best friend.  Why did I bring her along today?But, 30 seconds later, it’s my turn again.  His cock now feels both longer and wider.  He’s one of the lucky guys that get bigger as he gets closer to the blast off point.  But, once again, it’s short lived.  He’s now getting sucked by Henrietta.  This back and forth continues for about 10 minutes.  Finally, just as I feel him getting ready to explode in my mouth, he pulls out.

“Nnnnnnoooooo!” I shout.  “Give me that cum!”

Henrietta just smiles as he plunged deep into her mouth.  It only takes her about 10 seconds to get him to explode in her mouth.  She gulps it down.  I don’t get anything.  Well, I did win a free trip to his dungeon.  But, I did not get the grand prize.

He leads us both down into his basement, over to a corner room, and unlocks the door.  Inside we see one of the best equipped home dungeons that can be imagined.  Almost everything imaginable for sexual BDSM fun and games is in his room.  What really catches my eye over in the corner is a very elaborate wooden pony, similar to the ones used by Japanese warlords on their female prisoners.  A ride on that thing will really hurt.

But, he leads me over to stand beneath a large wooden ceiling support beam.  I look up and see several sets of cuffs dangling down from the beam.  I also see a couple of retractable hooks attached to the beam too.  I immediately figure that he’s going to hang me by my wrists and then whip my ass, tits, and cunt.

But, Charlie goes over to a cabinet in the corner and returns with several very small, but sturdy looking cords.  He then begins to wrap the bases of my tits with the cords.  Eventually I am standing there with two very bronze, very blood engorged, knockers jutting out into the room.  He then pulls one of the hooks down from the ceiling.  Oh, Fuck!  He’s not going to hang my by my wrists.  He’s going to hang me by my tits!

He then goes back over to the cabinet and returns with about six nipple clamps with weights attached.  Well, my ex hubby has done this many times, so I’m not too worried.  He attaches one clamp to each of my tits, and then attaches the other four to my cunt lips.  ‘Fuck!’ I want to yell.  ‘These weights are much heavier than any ever used by my ex hubby!’

He then pulls one of the ceiling hooks down and attaches it to the cords binding my tits.  Then, up and away I go.  He pulls me up by my tits until I am about three feet off the floor.  He then anchors the rope and leaves me hanging by my tits.

“OK, bitch,” he says to Henrietta.  “You’re turn.  It’s reward time for being such a good cocksucker.”

  He takes her over to a parallel horse style spanking bench, makes her bend over at her waist, and then locks her wrists and ankles into cuffs attached to the legs of the bench.

“It’s three-hole fuck time,” he announces.  “I want your best from each of your three holes when my cock is in it.  If I feel that you’re not giving me your best, you will trade places with your friend hanging by her tits over there.”

Then, he quickly plunges his man meat into her cocksucker.  She immediately begins to work his cock just as vigorously as when we were having our cocksucking contest.  She’s not quite the pain slut that I am and is probably afraid of receiving the same treatment as me.  But, I am hiding my emotions, for I am getting off hanging by my tits while watching her get all three of her holes fucked by my teenage fantasy lover.

Suddenly I see Charlie grabbing the back of Henrietta’s head and forcing his cock deep into her throat.  ‘Fuck,’ I think to myself.  ‘That kid’s skull fucking her.  He must be getting close to blasting his baby makers into her throat again.  Boy, how is it that teenage boys can recover so quickly?’  Less than a minute later, I see him clutching the back of her head and cum begin to leak out between her lips.

“Well,” he says after blowing his load into Henrietta’s mouth.  “That was nice.  Tell you what.  I am going to give you a real treat.  But, again it’s going to be a ‘Risk-Reward’ treat.”

With that, he releases Henrietta’s wrist and ankle cuffs and allows her to stand.  He does not, however, allow her to clean the cum off her face and chin.  Next, le leads her over to a cabinet and tells her to choose a whip.  She chooses our favorite – a cat o’ nine tails.  He then leads her over to where I am suspended by my tits.  But, they choose to stand directly behind me.

“Ok” Charlie says.  “I counted 26 cock exchanges while you two were having your BJ contest earlier.  So, Slave Henrietta, I want you to give this rather bad BJ slut 26 punishment lashes with that whip on her ass right now.  Or, you can choose to trade places with her before I fuck somebody else’s pussy.  It’s your choice.”

Of course, I know that even though Henrietta likes to be whipped by guys, she does not like to get it from other bitches.  Especially if that bitch is me.  So, I am not surprised when she says, “Sorry, Nadine.”

CRACK!

Of course, not only does the cat o’ nine tails hurt when it bites into my ass cheek, but since I am hanging by my tits in open air, my entire body begins to sway forward and backwards.  This also causes the nipple and cunt clips and their weights to sway, too.  Both cause even more pain in my tits and cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream while pain shoots through ass, tits, and pussy. 

“One.  Thank you, Mistress Henrietta.  May I have another?”

CRACK!

Damn you, H,” I scream even louder.  Those fucking nipple and pussy lip weights are really painful right now.

“Two.  Thank you, Mistress Henrietta.  May I have another?”

CRACK! …

…CRACK!

“Fuck you, Henrietta,” I yell again.  The pain in my ass is immense.  But, it’s nothing compared to the pain throbbing in both my tits and my pussy.

“Twenty-six.  Thank you, Mistress Henrietta.  May I have another?”

“OK,” Charlie says.  “That’s enough for now.  Slave Henrietta, let’s go get some coffee.”

The next thing I know I am the only one in the dungeon.  I am still in pain.  I am still hanging by my tits.  Only now I am now the only one locked in the dungeon.

It seems like an eternity, but probably is only about 30 minutes or so later, when Charlie and Henrietta return from whatever they were doing in another part of the house.  Although I can’t get a good view of her ass and pussy, it appears that there is cum leaking from both of her fuck holes.  They must have gone upstairs for rounds two and three of Charlie’s three-hole conquest of Henrietta.

However, Charlie is about to prove that Henrietta is truly one of his slaves – just like me.  He leads her over to a big, black wall located on the far side of the room.  The only thing attached to the wall are about 8 sets of wrist cuffs anchored into the wall about 10’ above the floor.  There also appears to be about 8 sets of ankle cuffs anchored into the wall about 6” above the floor, too. 

What I can’t see from my tit hanging perch is that the wall is also painted with very rough textured stucco paint.  So, anyone locked in any of those cuffs will need to keep away from that wall if they don’t want that stucco finish to scratch their sensitive body parts.

Upon returning to the dungeon, Charlie immediately takes Henrietta over and locks her wrists in one of the sets of cuffs hanging down from the top.  Instead of locking her ankles into the adjacent ankle cuffs, he temporarily leaves her there.  But, about two minutes later he returns with what appears to be a giant dildo mounted on the top of a long, floor mounted stand.  Then, he makes Henrietta move her feet backwards until her ass is sticking out into the room. 

Charlie then places the floor-mounted dildo directly under her twat before forcing it upwards into her cunt.  Once in position, he activates a floor suction cup, anchoring the device to the dungeon floor.  Henrietta is now locked in place by cuffs attaching her wrists to the wall on the top and a giant dildo that’s attached to the floor while penetrating her cunt.

Next, he comes over to where I am still hanging by my tits and lowers me until m feet are touching the ground.  He then releases the ceiling hook from the ropes still binding my tits.  But, he does not free my tits nor my wrists from their bindings.  I am, however, led over to stand directly behind Henrietta in her rather unique bondage position.  From this new location, I can now verify that there is cum leaking from both Henrietta’s pussy and ass.

“OK, bitch,” Charlie says to me.  “Decision time again.  This cruel bitch didn’t hesitate to whip your ass when you were hanging by your tits earlier.  I’ll give you a choice.  You can either whip her ass now, or you can give her a pass on the ass whipping while you clean up my cum from her pussy and asshole.  Which do you prefer?”

What a choice.  I want to do both.  My preference is to perform ‘clean-up duty’ first, and then whip her ass good.  But, he did not mention that as an option.  But, I’m dying to feel cum in any of my holes.  So, I decide to get it second-handed, or should I say second-holed, just to taste that male elixir of the gods.  So, I immediately drop to my knees, stick my face into her ass, and begin to tongue fuck her rosebud.

Now I am starting to wonder if I am the slave to both Henrietta and Charlie.  So far I’ve received pain, but no pleasure, from them both.  Maybe this will be the turning point and I will begin to receive sexual satisfaction, too.  But, either way, I have been ordered by my teenage Master to clean Henrietta’s ass.  It’s something that I have done many times before.  It’s also something that I enjoy.  I just wish that floor-mounted dildo wasn’t blocking access to her cunt.  For, I figure there’s a lot of Charlie’s man cream embedded in it – cream that I want to taste.

As I begin tongue fucking Henrietta’s ass, I suddenly hear Charlie drop to his knees directly behind me.  Next, I feel his helmet rubbing against my own ass.  Is he teasing me?  Is he going to ass fuck me?  God, I hope so.  He continues to play with my ass for several minutes, and then he pulls his cock away – but just long enough to stick it between my legs as he begins to tease my cunt with his cock.

“Put it in,” I ask.  “All the way in.  Either hole.  Please, fuck me.  Either hole is OK with me.  Just do it.”

“Listen, bitch,” he replies.  “You don’t give orders around here.  I do.  Now, I am going to fuck you while you’re cleaning the other bitch’s ass.  I’m going to fuck you because I want to.  Not because you want me to.  Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply.  “You may do whatever you want with this lowly Ebony bitch.  My mouth, my ass, and my cunt all belong to you.  You may do whatever you want to any of them, whenever you want, however you want.  I am sorry for demanding anything more.  You may whip my ass for such insolence if you want.”

Just then I feel his cock penetrating my cunt lips.  He gives me a very hard trust.  He pounds me deep.  I can feel the helmet bang against my cervix.  God, hubby never was able to thrust that far.  Or, that fast.  It feels great.  I will give him at least five years to stop the ‘torture’.  Well, maybe ‘torture’ is not the right word.  I will give him at least five years to stop the pleasure.

I am just about done cleaning Henrietta’s asshole when she suddenly gives a gigantic shudder, and then pushes her ass back against my face.  At the same time, Charlie grabs my hair and gives me a very hard thrust into my cunt.  God, life can’t get any better than this.  Why did I waste all those years with that fuckin’ George?  Charlie may be young.  But, he’s the best fuck that I’ve ever had. 

I’ve been fucked by a lot of different cocks – and pussies – in my life.  There’s an old saying that ‘once you go black, you’ll never go back’.  Well, Charlie is proving that saying wrong right now.  All I want for Christmas is his big white cock.  I want to be his permanent Ebony bitch and get fucked by him each and every day from now on.

Suddenly, Henrietta surges her beautiful, black ass back hard into my face.  About the same time Charlie thrusts as far forward as his cock will go, and then he grabs my hips hard and holds on for dear life.  He’s blasting his lovely baby makers deep into my cunt.  Damn.  It’s too bad that I had my tubes tied a year ago.  I would love to have his baby.  Between my body and his cock, that kid – male or female – would be one popular fuck when he or she gets older.

Just when I think he’s empty, he starts surging again.  God, this kid has tremendous staying power.  It’s no wonder the cougars were all fighting over the right to fuck him the other night at The Cougar Club.  Damn.  Henrietta and I really missed a treat.  But, then, we’ve never gotten our asses fucked so much as we did that night.  I guess I cannot complain since I have always been a true ass slut.  I’ve always enjoyed a good ass fuck as much as a good pussy fuck. 

When he is finished and his big, beautiful cock begins to go soft, he pulls completely out of my pussy.  He then orders me to turn and face him – or, rather, face his cock.  I am then ordered to do ‘clean-up duty’.  Of course, some bitches hate to suck a guy’s cock right after he’s fucked a cunt or ass.  But, I love it.  I quickly engulfed his man meat, taking as much as my throat will allow, and began to suck our joint juices off his rod.  God, I love this taste.  His prick tastes a lot better than my ex hubbies.  Maybe I can marry this prick when he gets old enough.

“Enough bitch,” he orders after I get his cock clean.  “Stand and face the Whipping Wall.  I look at the wall.  Yup, calling it the Whipping Wall makes sense.  That does appear to be its primary purpose.   Next, he cuffs my wrists directly over my head – positioning me right next to Henrietta.  Then, he has me backmy ass and feet away from the wall.  This stance also pulls my arms and wrists outward.  I’m now duplicating Henrietta’s position, except I don’t have a floor-mounted dildo buried in my cunt.

But, that’s a temporary situation.  It doesn’t take him long to embed one of the floor-mounted dildos in my pussy.  Now, Henrietta and I are in similar bondage.  Our wrists are cuffed to the wall, but our asses are pulled out and a floor-mounted dildo is deeply embedded in our cunts.  But, he’s not done.  He now returns with the damned nipple and cunt clips and weights.  Before he leaves, both of us have weights dangling down from each of our tits and cunt lips.  We also have spyder gags holding our mouths wide open.

“OK, cunts,” he says.  “I have to go to class now.  I will see you in about two hours.  Have fun!”

After he leaves the dungeon we hear him lock the door.  Fuck, what are we going to do for the next two hours while we wait for his return?  Ah, the life of an unconditional sex slave. Our pain is his pleasure.  And he seems to know how to get pleasured.

All of the sudden, the dildo embedded in my cunt comes alive.  It begins vibrating.  Next, I begin to feel pangs of pain surging through my twat.  It’s emitting a small electrical charge.  Now I know why Henrietta was forcing her ass back into my face while I was licking her poop shoot.  She was not reacting to my tongue.  She was reacting to the vibrations and electrical charges in her puss.  But, unlike her, I love every second of it.  Yes, it’s painful.  But, it’s that unique mixture of pain and pleasure that I love so much.

Just as my dildo finishes its chore, I hear Henrietta let out a moan.  The unit embedded in her twat is now alive and giving her a similar sensation.  Only, the way she’s reacting, I am guessing that hers is more powerful than the one that I just received.  O-M-G! (Oh, my God!), these things must be programmed with an escalating program.  Each charge must be programmed to be more powerful than the last one.  By the time Charlie returns, our pussies will be very wet – and very sore.

I’m not sure how long we are left in that position, and I have lost track of how many times that damn dildo comes alive to tease and torture the insides of my cunt.  All I know is that each time it happens my puss gets more and more sensitive.  However, the real torture is that it’s a fake dick.  Now I am willing to do anything for the real thing.

Eventually Charlie comes back down the stairs, unlocks the dungeon, and enters.  But, he says nothing about what he plans next.  He just quietly walks over to us and removes the dicks on a stick.  Our pussies may be sore, but they’re also soaking wet and ready for action.  But, instead of fucking us, he makes Henrietta move here feet to the base of the Whipping Wall and cuffs her ankles spread wide open.  She now has no choice to lean forward, and I can hear her moan as her tits – which still have weights clamps dangling down from both of her nipples – begin to rub against the rough, stucco painted wall.

Next, he uncuffs my wrists and leads me over to the center of the room, where he has me lay down flat on my back on the floor.  I can see his dick is rock hard and in dire need of attention.  Attention that I want desperately to give it.

“OK, bitch,” he orders.  “Piledriver.”

Well, I am surprised.  Not that he is ordering me to assume the Piledriver sex position.  But, I am really surprised that a boy his age even knows what the Piledriver position is.  But, since I am still wearing a spyder gag, I cannot answer or ask him any questions.  But, before I can react, he lashes my tits with a cat o’ nine tails.

“Did you hear me bitch?” he asks.  “I said Piledriver.  Now!”

Well, it’s been a while since anyone has asked me to assume the Piledriver sex position, and I know that it can be very tiring.  But, right now I need that rock hard boy cock in one of my bottom holes.  So, I quickly show him that my middle-aged, cougar body is still pretty agile and I quickly kick both of my legs up into the air and swing them both back by my head.  I also use my arms and hands to support my back so that the only thing touching the floor is the back of my head, neck and shoulders.  Both my asshole and pussy are now the highest parts of my body and both are probably wide open and ready for action.

“I knew you could do it,” he replies.  “That old bitch over there refused to assume the Piledriver position.  When we’re done here you can give her a good whippin’.  I never take ‘No!’ for an answer.  Who knows:  Maybe you will become my top cunt before we’re all finished.”

Next, I hear him walk up behind me and I feel the tip of his cock running back and forth over my pussy lips.  Of course, my cunt lips, as well and what’s inside their lovely entrance, are wet as hell from the dildo ‘torture’ earlier, and are anxiously awaiting his lovely cock.  But, he has other ideas.

After coating his cock with my pussy juices, he pulls it back until it’s wedged against my rosebud.  But, he’s in a teasing mood right now, and just plays with my asshole with his lovely piece of man meat.

“Would you look at this,” he teases.  “Two holes, no waiting.  I wonder which one will appreciate my cock the most?”

‘Just fuck me!’ I want to yell.  ‘I don’t care where you fuck me!  Just pick a hole and put it in.  Now!’

Of course, I can’t yell those words.  First, the spyder gag in my mouth keeps me from saying anything.  All I could do if I tried is to grunt.  But, in addition, he’s already warned me about giving him orders.  I’m the slave, and slaves don’t give orders.  So, I simply bite my tongue and wait to see what he plans to do.  But, I need it somewhere, and I need it bad!

Now he’s simply teasing the Hell out of me.  He keeps going back and forth between the gaping wide holes at the entrance of both my cunt and asshole.  He continues to tease me by starting to stick the head of his cock into one opening, only to withdraw it.  He then does the same to my other hole.  Whenever he sticks the helmet partially into one hole, I try to use my muscles to clamp down and pull it inside.  But, he doesn’t stick in far enough in either hole for me to capture my target.  Of course, in the meantime my neck and shoulder muscles are beginning to get tired.

Suddenly I feel it against the opening of my pussy.  But, to my surprise, this time he does not pull it back out.  He drives it deep into my cunt.  He drives it deeper and deeper into my puss.  I can feel it rubbing against the front of my cunt.  O-M-G!  (Oh, my God!)  It’s rubbing back and forth across my G-spot.  He’s gonna make me cum.  And, quickly, too.  Maybe more than once.  God, I love this kid!

Back and forth.  In and out.  Up and down.  Around and around.  With each stroke I am getting closer and closer to that special moment.  My breathing is getting faster and faster.  Deeper and deeper.  That fucker is hitting my spot with each thrust.  Both inwards and outwards.  God, I don’t know if I can hold it any longer!

Suddenly, there it is!  The Big O.  My goal in life.  A slut’s dream.  It’s why Ebony bitches are made.  We’re not walking, talking baby machines like some of our white counterparts.  Our bodies are made for fuckin’.  Big tits, bubble buts, big lips, and horny asses and cunts.  Not only that, but all of those parts on my body work just fine.

I am still in seventh heaven.  As my body slowly begins to recover from a fantastic eruption, I begin to get hyper sensitive.  I want to tell him to slow down.  I am nearing that point where each thrust is getting harder and harder to stand.  My entire cunt is super sensitive right now.  But, it appears that he’s not about to slow down.  In fact, he’s starting to pump my puss harder and harder.  Faster and faster.  He’s getting closer and closer to his own explosion point.

Suddenly, I realize that I, too, and getting wetter and wetter – all over again.  I am heading down the same road.  Will he explode first?  Or, will I enjoy a second orgasm first?  Maybe we can both go into blast off mode together.  Won’t that be great?

But, that’s not to be.  Moments later he explodes.  Thousands of baby makers are now flooding the insides of my cunt.  In this position, I have no choice but to except them all.  Shit!  Why did I have my tubes tied a while ago?  I would love to have his baby.  Right now I am in the middle of my cycle.  My most fertile point.  But, there’s nowhere for those bastards to go. 

It takes him about two or three minutes after shooting his load down deep into my fuck box to begin to go soft.  Fuck!  Keep pounding my puss.  I want a second O.  Give it to me, you bastard!  I want a second trip around the world.  Don’t stop now!  But, he’s getting softer and softer.  Our friction is slowly easing.  Eventually, he pops free.  With nothing inside of me anymore, he stands up.  I want to cry.

“Stay right there, bitch,” he orders.  “Stay in the Piledriver.  Don’t you dare move.”

Then, he goes over and uncuffs Henrietta from the Whipping Wall.  But, instead of freeing her, he cuffs her wrists behind her back again.  He then leads her over to me and has her stand directly over my face.

“Clean up time, bitches,” he tells us both. 

He then forces her to her knees and makes her squat with her puss directly over my face.  We are both still wearing spyder gags, but both of us do have use of our tongues.  Suddenly I feel her cunt getting pushed directly onto my mouth.  Simultaneously, I feel her mouth on my cunt. 

“It’s clean up time, whores,” he orders us both.  “Do a good job and you may get to come back tomorrow.”

God, I can’t wait until tomorrow.