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For you guys still interested, thanks for the interest, support and patience. I hope this is a little payoff .
Most of you know I’m owned, most of you know every few months I get to spend some time with him either in DC or when he visits LA.
Every visit is a little different from the last, but they all have the same elements, like having a steak with different sides. There’s an analogy for you meat eaters!
This last visit, right before school started was the roughest yet. I’ve spent a little time writing about how it lead up, built up to that, but haven’t actually written about “that part” yet. Guess I’m struggling to verbalize it. I’ll get there. Bare with me.
I learned some things about myself. Unfortunate thingsm like my facade of female independence, strength and intelligence mean little when I’m wearing nothing but a dog collar and ridiculous 4” stripper heels.
After a whole night of debauchery at the hands of J, Mr Ray and Ms Rhonda (check my older post for the background on these folks) I was already ******* from multiple orgasms, my knees rubbed raw from being on the ground in their favorite position for a white girl, my jaw aching, my vagina and butt sore from relentless use. It’s not easy keeping up with 3 alphas.
I was grateful for the hot bath a little privacy they gave me in the morning. I had about 3-4 hours of sleep, briefly interrupted by someone’s hard cock pushed into me as i lay on my side. A few mins of urgent thrusting, a large palm pressing my head to the rug and Mr Ray’s familiar groan as he climaxed, his warmth flooded me. I shuddered as i came with him, his warm cum seeped out of me, my fingers touched the damp soreness between my legs, i was glad he didn’t decide to suddenly use my butt like he normally would. I rolled the slick cum between my fingers, brought it to my mouth for a brief taste, then fell back asleep.
It must have been around 9AM when i smelled bacon frying, then also smelled the cigarette smoke. Gross, Ms Rhonda was smoking and frying bacon, real classy.
I was naked laying curled up like a cat under a thick blanket. Mr Ray had thrown it over me when he was done using me in the early morning. His cum was crusty on the inside of my thighs. I was so tired i hadn’t even moved. There was a clean towel next to me and a torn section of pizza box with J’s hand writing. “CLEAN YOURSELF UP”. I picked it up and stumbled to the bathroom, taking note of how my body ached.
There was a ring of soap scum in the bathtub, but now really wasn’t the time to complain. This was the same bathtub they make me lay in when they want to piss on me...
I turned on the faucets poured some suds into the swirling water and a few minutes later I was laying with my chin just above bubbles, eyes closed letting the warmth sooth me.
I dunked my head under the water, closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. When i broke the water, slicked my hair back from my face Ms Rhonda there standing in the doorway. “Orange Juice or coffee?” I rubbed the She was holding both in her hands, her long nails clutching the glass of OJ like claws. I usually ******* Chai Tea, but I wasn’t going to be rude.
“OJ please” I smiled, a little disturbed that she just walked in and remembering what those claws felt like as she vigorously worked her talons inside me making me squirt like only she could.
She walked over, sat on the edge of the tub and placed the glass on the edge. I looked up at her “Thank you Ms Rhonda” Taking a sip. It was sweet, lovely and cold. Pulpy, like i like.
“Sure thang baby girl” With her same hand she dipped into the warm water, running her fingers tips over my bruised breasts, gently squeezing as she went, then trailed along my side following the curve of my body.
“MmmmMMM!” She had a smirk on her face as caressed me. “You pussy eat’n skillz gettn better each time I see you. She sblackmaned. “You made me cum reeeal good....Getting some practice on the side with some other college cutie?”
“No Ms Rhonda. Only with you!” I answered truthfully. Only with your floppy, disgusting vagina, I wanted to say, but didn’t.
“For real? You doing thangs I ain’t never taught you.” Her thick eye brow raised.
“For real Ms Rhonda, I just try my best to listen to your breathing and do what makes you breath faster and harder”
“Good little ginger bitch.” She grinned again, licking her lips and trailing her fingertips between my legs, teasing my sore opening. “Little white bitch, like nigg@ viagra for dem boys you know dat?”
She stood up, drying off her hand on the towel over head. “Use the hair dryer under the sink, a robe behind the door. Imma bring you your purse. Take your time, J’s at the gym and Ray out walking Ruger (the pit bull). There gonna be breakfast when you ready. You gonna need it.”
“Thank you Ms Rhonda” I was in there for a while, re-filling the tub with hot water a couple of times. What did she mean by I’m gonna need it??
I struggled with the weak hair dryer not used to the cheap $15 piece of ******* store junk she owned. Ms Rhonda came back with my purse and placed it on the sink, taking the hair dryer from my hands. “Feeln betta? You know I used to work at a salon, dontcha?”
“Oh...that’s so cool, no, i didnt.” Why do you own this piece of crap then? I thought.
While I stood in the the nude in front of the dirty bathroom mirror, Ms Rhonda ran her fingers through my hair and worked that hair dryer. “thanks for helping me dry my hair, Ms Rhonda”
“Course we never had no white girls at my place, your hair is easy!” She was actually having fun with me, like i was some Barbie doll.
I put the hair dryer away and reached in to my purse for a little make up, just a touch, just like J likes. The Redskins robe on the back of the door was huge on me but it was the only thing I had to wear. I must have been an interesting sight, a little redhead swallowed by this huge bathrobe sitting next to a large black woman.
The front door opened and I shrieked as Ruger came bounding through the house, he came sniffing around me as usual when Mr Ray grabbed his collar and yanked him to the back of the house. I am just terrified of Pits! Why does anyone own them??
He sat heavily on the chair next to me with a big sigh and Ms Rhonda had a cup of coffee in front of him a moment later. “J back yet?”
Ms Rhonda glanced at the clock on the wall, “probably soon”
Mr Ray took a sip of his coffee and watched me chew on a piece of toast. “You eat like a bird. Rhonda! Give this bird some bacon or some *******!
I smiled “oh that’s ok, I’m vegan, the toast is fine for me really...thanks!” Bacon smells good, but I’m just not into it.
“Vegan?? G’damn, crazy white bitches” Mr Ray laughed. “Open up that robe baby, don’t hide dem pretty titties” he tugged on the collar of the robe, pulling it off my shoulder.
I shrugged it off and let the other side drop, it fell around me held in place by my butt. My skin puckering in the chill. There were already bruises from the night before, finger print sized blotches and deeper blue spots where large hands had grabbed.
“Nips getting hard..haha...” he took hold of my nipple...tweaking it in his meaty finger tips.
“Oow” I flinched..
“Let the girl eat nigg@! You been fuckn her and fuckn wit her all day AND all night, dont think i didnt see you slippn yo nasty dick up in there at 3am in the g’damn morning all gruntn and *******, keepn me up!“ Ms Rhonda cuffed his shoulder and laughed.
A second piece of toast with jelly, a second glass of orange juice that was plenty for me. The next couple of hours seemed uneventful. J got back 30 mins or so later, he was horny but restrained. I had dropped the robe and straddled him naked, face to face as we kissed, he had his finger in my collar holding me in place, his tongue exploring my mouth...his cock lengthening and thickening between us. Pressed between our bellies. How come he wasn’t making me ride him? Had i worn these guys out? I smiled.
Ruger, the Pit barked from the backdoor then the door bell rang. J with his hands around my waist picked me up as he stood and placed me off to the side.
“Go on gurl, door ain’t gonna answer itself!” Nodding his head in the direct of the front door. I knew this game, Ms Rhonda ordered a pizza and she loved watching the unsuspecting college kid stutter and grin as i answered the door naked.
Ruger continued to bark ferociously, triggering Ms Rhonda to yell out “shut the fuck up, mom fucker!” She now made it obvious that this was a black household and me answering the door was going to get an interested reaction from the kid.
I walked over to the door in nothing but my collar and ridiculously high heels, the carpet making it a little dangerous despite all my practice. Already i was blushing...not just my face, i swear my whole body was blushing.
Thanks for sharing honey. Not the roughest sex story ive heard but it was a hot read.
