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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
It was already dark when Bernadine turned the Volvo up James Hutz's driveway. Terri had called her after work, instructing her to report to her employer's home. The black woman had been fretting over what he wanted, realizing only that it would be degrading and shameful.
After being used as enticement to sign up a new client, Bernadine couldn't be certain there was any limit to the depths she'd be plunged to in the service of her employer.
Bernadine looked forward to the day when Ebony's tuition was taken care of and she no longer had to submit to the attorney. Until then, however, she had little choice but to comply.
Cars lined the driveway forcing Bernadine to proceed slowly. She drove around the back to where she usually parked. She was shocked to see her sister's beat up Buick there. What could Jolene be doing here?
The colored lady went to the kitchen door and knocked. Jolene answered the door, still dressed in her maid's uniform.
"Dina!" exclaimed the big black woman. "I din't 'spect to be seein' you here!"
"I didn't expect to be here tonight, either," answered Bernadine, stepping into the kitchen. She was still puzzled at her sister's presence. "What are you doing here, Lena?"
"I's jus' pickin' up some extra cash on da side, girl," replied Jolene. "Mister Hutz be havin' hisself a party here, an' Beulah asked me if I be wantin' da work. So, I says yeah, an' here I be."
"You know Beulah?" asked Bernadine.
"Oh, yeah," Jolene told her. "I knows her, all right. I done work here plenty o' times. Dat white man be payin' pretty good."
"I bet he does," said Bernadine. "He has to, considering what he expects you to do."
"Maybe you right," allowed Jolene. "I got a good idea what you gots to be doin' fo' him. Beulah been tellin' me all 'bout it. I din't think you be puttin' up wit' dat, girl! I knows how you be hatin' it."
"What else can I do, Lena?" sighed Bernadine. "I've got to get Ebony into Smithmore and break the cycle. All I need is enough money to pay the tuition. There's no other way to get so much. If I don't do this now, she'll have to be doing it later. If I've learned anything in from this town, I've learned that."
"Now you kin un'erstan' how it is fo' us," Jolene replied. "You was always thinkin' you too good to be doin' like us. Maybe we ain't mindin' it so much as you, but it ain't like we got nothin' else."
Bernadine started to speak, but, just then Beulah walked in. The old colored woman barely disguised a smirk when she saw Bernadine.
"Why, Mrs. Johnson!" exclaimed Beulah. "How nice o' you to be stoppin' by! Now, git yo'se'f outta dem clothes. I gots to make sho' you presentable."
"Must we do this here?" asked Bernadine with resignation. "I've... taken care of that. I assure you."
"Don't make me tell you twice, girl!" scolded Beulah. "You is gonna be doin' like you tol'. Now strip!"
Bernadine felt the familiar knot in her stomach. Only this time, she was to be humiliated in front of Jolene. She sighed and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
"I gots to check her coochie, Lena," Beulah explained. "Las' time, dis girl showed up wit' her stuff all scratchy. Massa James ain't gonna be likin' dat at all, 'specially wit' his guests here."
Placing her blouse on the kitchen table, Bernadine blushed and glanced back and forth between Beulah and Jolene. Both women were watching her with expressions of mild satisfaction on their faces.
"Git a move on, Mrs. Johnson!" ordered Beulah impatiently. "What's wrong wit' you? You ain't shy 'bout gittin' naked in front o' yo' own sister is you? Lawdy!"
Bernadine realized there was no point in prolonging the agony and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. She stood there, naked, and waited for further instruction.
Beulah stepped up to her and placed her hand on Bernadine's pubic mound. It was actually pleasant to feel the old black woman's touch on her pussy. The negress felt ashamed and humiliated to be taking pleasure from the degrading treatment she was being subjected to.
"Good girl," Beulah praised her. "Nice an' smooth. You learnin' after all. Massa James gonna be pleased wit' dis coochie."
Bernadine blushed at the older woman's words. Beulah put her hand in her apron pocket and fished out what appeared to be a bright red ball with black leather straps attached to it.
"All right, missy," said the old colored maid. "Massa James say he don't want you sassin' nobody so you gots to have dis on. Now, open dat mouf up so I kin git dis on you."
"You can't be serious!" objected Bernadine.
"I's real serious, girl," Beulah replied sternly. "If you ain't gonna do it, I gotta tell Massa James. An' if I do dat, you ain't gonna have no cushy office job no mo'. So, what's it gonna be?"
Beulah stood with her hands on her hips, still grasping the ball gag. Jolene looked on expectantly, waiting to see if her sister would submit this latest humiliation. Bernadine knew she was beaten. Whatever the perverted attorney and his sadistic maid wanted her to do, she knew she had no choice but to comply. The negress submissively opened her mouth wide.
"Dat's better," smiled Beulah triumphantly.
The colored maid stuffed the red rubber ball into the hapless black woman's mouth. Her thick negro lips stretched around it and her nostrils flared. Beulah fastened the strap behind Bernadine's head and cinched it up tight.
"There!" Beulah exclaimed with satisfaction. "Don't you look nice! Dis way da guests knows jus' what you is, Mrs. Johnson. Nothin' but a pair o' titties fo' dem to look at an' a coochie to do dere bidness in. Pick up dat tray o' snacks, Lena. Let's git goin' an' take care o' dem white folks."
Beulah grabbed Bernadine's upper arm and walked her out of the kitchen towards the living room. Jolene picked up the tray of hors d'oeuvres and followed.
Bernadine resented being controlled this way. Beulah had summed it up accurately, she was nothing but piece of meat being taken to the wolves. Having her sister witness it all only added to her feelings of helplessness and humiliation.
Except for her appearance, Bernadine found the setting in the living room eerily normal. A dozen or so middle aged white people, mostly men in formal suits and a few women in evening gowns, stood around in several groups conversing amongst themselves. She watched as Jolene made her way through the crowd offering the contents of her tray to the guests.
Bernadine remembered the last end of the school year party she attended with her husband. All the principals in the school district had gathered at the superintendent's home. Formal dress, servants carrying trays of appetizers and drinks through the crowd. It was all the same. Except for her. The gagged naked black woman.
James Hutz noticed Beulah's arrival with her charge and excused himself from the small clutch of people he was talking to. As he did, Bernadine could see all eyes moving to her, examining her, taking in the bare breasts, the shaved pussy, and the bright red ball gag filling her mouth and stretching her lips. She was thoroughly embarrassed to be seen in such a state, but was powerless to do anything about it.
"Well, hello, Bernadine," smiled James. "I'm glad you could make it. You look absolutely stunning this evening. I hope you'll forgive the gag. I wanted to make it clear to my guests, and to you, that you're here as something to be appreciated and enjoyed, not a guest or servant. Naturally, I'll be sharing your charms with them, but you won't be taking an active role. Is that clear?"
The anger and frustration at her predicament boiled within the naked black woman. She was an intelligent, educated woman. And this perverted, sadistic, low life of a man was going to display her like a piece of living pornography! He was really pushing the boundaries of what she'd take in order to insure Ebony's attendance at Smithmore. There was a limit to what she'd do for money.
"Mmmff," replied the gagged negress. "Mmmff, mmmff."
"Good!" exclaimed James. "I'm glad we understand each other! Beulah, bring Bernadine along so that folks can get a nice look at her."
Her face hot with humiliation, Bernadine allowed herself to be marched over to the small clutch of people James had been chatting with. She could feel a strand of saliva hanging from her chin and was mortified with the knowledge she was drooling like an idiot.
Instantly she recognized Marcy. The white woman was wearing a bright red evening gown, the neckline seductively low cut. Smiling coyly, she and looked right into the negro's eyes. Bernadine looked away from her, shamed to be seen this way by the brunette.
A short fat man, balding and graying, leered at Bernadine's naked body. The look on his face reminded her of the expressions of dirty old men looking at girlie magazines in the back of a book store. Even without touching her, he made her feel used and dirty.
"Damn, Hutz!" choked the fat man. "You weren't joking about showing off your collection of erotic objects! I thought you bought a nudie statue or something! This nigger is great!"
"I figured you'd appreciate my play on words, Fred," replied James. "I'm glad you're so impressed."
"Oh, I'm impressed, all right!" agreed Fred. "You mind if I touch her?"
"Not at all," James told him. "That's what she's here for."
Fred wasted no time in reaching out and grabbing one of Bernadine's breasts. He squeezed it painfully, causing her to wince. He then forced his hand between her thighs, roughly rubbing her pussy.
"Nice!" exclaimed Fred. "Can I fuck her?"
"But, of course!" said James. "What kind of host would I be if you couldn't? Beulah, take her to the lounge."
The old colored maid steered the gagged naked black woman through the crowd of elegantly dressed white party goers and pushed her on towards an archway that opened onto a hallway. The short pudgy bald man followed behind. Beulah stopped at the first door they came to and opened it.
"Look at you!" exclaimed Beulah. "You droolin' like a li'l child!"
Humiliated, Bernadine stood there while the old housekeeper mopped the saliva off her chin and breasts.
"In you go, Mrs. Johnson," ordered Beulah. "Go git on yo' back an' spread dem legs fo' da gen'leman. I kin tell you gonna be real busy tonight!"
Bernadine stepped into the room. It was fairly small and dimly lit. Two double sized beds were set with the headboards against the wall with a small night stand between them. It was almost like a hotel room. A couch was against one wall. She chose the one furthest from the couch and lay on it.
"I said spread dem legs, missy!" said Beulah sternly. "Now, you do like you tol'. I kin tie 'em open if'n dat's how you want it."
Bernadine felt a lump in her throat as she opened her legs wide. Fred pushed past Beulah at the door, his eyes glued to the negress's naked form, his gaze clearly focused between her splayed thighs.
"Enjoy yo'se'f, suh," smiled Beulah. "I be right outside if'n you need anythin'."
Fred didn't appear to be paying any attention to Beulah and quickly dropped his pants. The old black housekeeper winked at Bernadine and closed the door. The fat balding man climbed between the colored woman's legs and jabbed his short stubby cock at her crotch.
It didn't take Fred too many tries before his dick was pushing into Bernadine's pussy. She wasn't in the least bit aroused or lubricated. Although short in length, his cock was thick and the negro's vagina stretched painfully to accommodate its girth. He immediately began humping her with more energy than she thought a fat man would have.
Fred grunted with each thrust and was soon red faced and sweating. Bernadine's breasts flopped in rhythm to his strokes. It didn't take long before his eyes widened and his breath became ragged.
"Uh... Uh.." he gasped. "Uhhh...."
Bernadine felt him release inside her. A warm flood of semen was deposited in her vagina. Fred didn't wait around at all. He quickly got back on his feet and pulled up his pants. Without a word, he opened the door and let himself out, leaving it open.
The black woman remained on her back on the bed, legs spread, cum oozing out of her pussy hole and pooling up on the sheet. Just then a middle aged white lady wearing a black dress and pearls around her neck poked her head in the room.
"Oops!" she said, embarrassed. "This isn't the ladies' room!"
The white lady hurried away. Bernadine blushed with shame. How she must look! What people must think of her! A thing. A thing to be fucked. The white lady's expression looked as if she'd just accidentally found her husband's stash of dirty magazines. A mixture of surprise and disgust. The colored woman was humiliated to her core.
Bernadine got to her feet and started towards the hallway. Semen drooled down the inside of her leg. Just as she reached the doorway, she came face to face with Beulah.
"Where you think you goin', Mrs. Johnson?" asked the old black maid. "Your party's jus' startin'. Dese two gen'lemen is gonna use you now, so git back in dere where you belong. Lawdy! I gots to be tellin' you everythin'."
Beulah guided Bernadine back towards the bed. The housekeeper glanced at the bed that had just been used and called out.
"Lena!" Beulah summoned her. "Bring fresh sheets in here, girl."
Bernadine stood facing the two white men. Both were in their thirties, one blonde and clean shaven, the other had dark hair and a mustache. They sat on the couch in front of her and eyed the naked negress hungrily.
Jolene appeared, still in her maid's uniform, carrying a couple of bed sheets. She expertly stripped off the soiled sheets and made the bed up quickly. She stole a glance at her big sister as Bernadine waited for her to finish so she could be used. The nude black woman turned her head in embarrassment, unable to face her younger sister.
The bed changed, Jolene and Beulah left, closing the door behind them. The two white men continued their visual examination of Bernadine's naked body.
"I want this nigger ridin' my dick," said the blonde. "I love seein' them udders bounce while I'm drillin' that cunt."
"Go for it, Eric," said the dark haired man. "I wouldn't mind seein' that either."
"Well, Steve," started Eric, "now that's decided, let's get started!"
Eric undressed and piled his clothes on the couch next to where Steve was seated on the couch. Bernadine could see he was already erect and quite well endowed. He lay on the bed closer to the couch and patted his thigh.
"Come an' have a seat, nigger," he winked. "I gots somethin' for you, so saddle up!"
Bernadine hung her head and slowly walked over to the bed where Eric lay outstretched waiting for her. His dick was like standing like a flag pole. Realizing that her humiliation was just light entertainment for these men shamed her.
The black woman climbed up and straddled the blonde haired man. Grasping his cock in her hand, she lowered her pussy to it, gradually impaling herself on his erection. Bernadine was still wet from being used by the fat bald man, so Eric's large dick slid in easily. Still, she could feel her vagina stretch as he filled her.
"Start humpin', girl," ordered Eric. "An' don't stop 'til I nut. Got it?"
"Mmmff," replied Bernadine, nodding.
Slowly, the negress started stroking the white man's cock. Masturbating him with her pussy. After a time she was bouncing on his dick vigorously, trying to get him off quickly and ending this part of her degrading ordeal.
"That's the way, slut," Eric encouraged her hoarsely, "ride me good."
"I can't take any more, buddy," said Steve, standing. "I gotta have me some now."
The dark haired man had removed his clothing without Bernadine noticing. He stepped over to the bed, his erection bobbing with each step.
"She got another hole," suggested Eric, breathlessly. "Stick it up her ass an' fuck her. We'll use this nigger good."
Bernadine was shocked at this development. But she didn't have any time to react to it. She felt the bed sag behind her and then Steve's hand was at the middle of her back, pushing her forward. She bent down, her nipples brushing against Eric's chest, her ass cheeks spread wide.
In an instant, Steve's hard cock was pushing into her asshole. He slid it in slowly and deliberately. Eric continued pounding her pussy the entire time. Bernadine had only experienced anal sex a few times before and never at the same time she was being used vaginally. She whimpered through the ball gag from the pain of the double penetration
Steve gradually filled Bernadine's ass with the entire length of his dick. She moaned pitifully as she felt her two holes stretched to accommodate both white men's cocks. At least she could stop humping Eric, since the thrusts of his friend seemed to keep her moving on him.
"Oh, shit!" cried Eric. "Fuck! I'm cummin'!"
Bernadine felt the white man shoot off in her pussy, his sperm mixing with the load left by the fat man earlier. He pushed his cock in as far as it would go.
"Take it, bitch!" growled Steve. "Take it!"
Again the negress felt the warm flood as the white man ejaculated deep in her ass. In spite of the pain and humiliation at such degrading use, Bernadine felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, much to her shame. She was relieved that these two perverts hadn't been given the idea that she actually liked this kind of debasement.
Steve pulled his dick out of Bernadine's asshole and stood up. He wiped himself off with the top sheet from the bed. He went to the couch and started dressing.
"Ride's over, honey," grunted Eric. "Off you go."
Bernadine got up on her knees and felt Eric's cock slip out of her vagina. She climbed off the bed and stood naked with her head bowed, not wanting to look at either of them. She could feel the semen leaking out her pussy and asshole. She'd never felt so thoroughly used.
Eric went over to the couch and put his clothes back on. Steve was already dressed by then. They left without a word to Bernadine and she could hear them talking and laughing as they walked away down the hall. Their voices had barely faded when Beulah arrived at the door with Jolene.
"Clean her off, Lena," instructed Beulah. "More guests is comin'."
"Lay down, Dina," said Jolene softly. "Let me git you cleaned up."
Bernadine lay on the clean bed and opened her legs for her sister, turning her head away from her. Jolene used a warm wash cloth to wipe off her big sister's pussy. It felt good to the black woman and it soothed her swollen sex.
Suddenly, the orgasm that had been building previously started stirring again. Unconsciously, Bernadine started bucking her hips and straining a little to increase the pressure of Jolene's ministrations. She responded by pressing harder and stroking her big sister's pussy even after the remaining semen had been mopped up.
Bernadine turned her head back and looked up into her little sister's face. Jolene smiled warmly at her and continued working her pussy. The negress moaned with pleasure into the gag as she felt herself getting close.
"That's right, girl," cooed Jolene quietly. "It's okay."
"Mmmff! Mmmff!" cried Bernadine. "Mmmff!"
Screaming through the gag, Bernadine felt her orgasm explode inside her. Jolene kept rubbing her pussy until her big sister started to relax and calm down. Her sex still throbbing, she lay passively as the younger woman finished up, wiping the semen still oozing from her abused asshole.
Exhausted, but regaining her senses, Bernadine looked around. Jolene stood beside her, still smiling down at her. Beulah stood at the foot of the bed with a self satisfied look on her face. James Hutz and Marcy had come in at some point and were standing next to the old black housekeeper.
The attorney was grinning. The young white lady's eyes sparkled and she had her hand over her lips to cover her own smile. The negress was embarrassed to see that an audience had witnessed her private moment, an orgasm at the hand of her own little sister.
The real shock was when she saw George Walker and Leeza Rice standing in the doorway. Her face burned hot with humiliation at the knowledge that those two had seen everything, too.
"God damn!" exclaimed George. "I didn't know ol' Dina had it in her! She's a real screamer, ain't she?"
"She pretends to hate it," added James. "But, it's just an act. In reality, she can't get enough of it."
"Ain't no diff'rent dan any other nigga, boss," observed Leeza. "When dat coochie gits goin', we jus' can't hol' back. Niggas love dat white dick, but dey take what dey gits."
"Man, I been waitin' to fuck that bitch for a dog's age," George sighed. "An' I think now's the time. Mind if I partake in that poontang, Jim?"
"Be my guest, George," said James graciously. "She's all cleaned up an' rarin' to go!"
"All right, then!" said George, excitedly. "Oh, yeah... Where are my manners? You wanna piece o' ol' Leeza here, Jim? She got a fine coochie an' knows how to use it! Nice tight asshole, too. Get out o' them clothes, girl. Show the man what you got for him."
"Yes, suh, boss!" replied Leeza enthusiastically.
Leeza quickly stripped off the jacket and skirt she was wearing. Bernadine wasn't surprised to see that the skinny black woman wasn't wearing panties and had her pussy shaved smooth. Unbuttoning her blouse revealed that she had no bra on either. Clearly she kept herself ready for easy access. As soon as she was naked, she put her hands behind her head and stood with her feet apart.
"What's yo' pleasure, suh?" Leeza asked James. "How you want to use dis nigga?"
"Uh, you don't mind if I do, do you, Marcy?" asked James.
"Not at all, Jim," Marcy replied. "Have your fun. Why should I mind? She's just a nigger. I know you'll be impossible if you don't. I'll be in the living room with your other guests."
Marcy glanced at Bernadine, making brief eye contact. The white woman smiled for an instant making the negro blush self consciously. She then turned and left the room.
Leeza waited submissively in the display position. James grinned broadly and drank in the skinny negro's naked body.
"Get on your back, girl," instructed James. "I wanna see that face of yours while I fuck you."
"Yes, suh, boss," Leeza grinned. "Right away, boss!"
Leeza lay on her back in the middle of the wet spot left by Eric and Steve when they'd had their way with Bernadine. She gave no indication of noticing. She just grinned stupidly and grabbed her thighs behind her knees, spreading her legs wide, splaying her sex open obscenely.
James couldn't get his pants off fast enough, almost tripping over them as he climbed between Leeza's open legs and rammed his dick into her pussy. Her smile broadened as she was penetrated, mouth open, eyes half shut.
"Dat's da way, boss!" cried Leeza. "Fuck dat coochie! Jus' beat it wit' you big white dick!"
The bed creaked as James rode Leeza relentlessly. Bernadine had been mesmerized by the sight of it, but was quickly snapped out of her reverie when George got up on the bed with her.
Bernadine had always despised the cocky white man ever since she first met him when they were school children. Up to now, she'd always managed to avoid the ultimate humiliation of submitting to him and allowing him inside her. Today, however, there was no escaping it. George was going to do as he pleased with her helpless body.
What he lacked in size, George made up for with strength. He slid the head of his dick into Bernadine's vagina and slammed it home. He pounded into her already tender pussy like a man possessed. It was as if he was delivering blows to her sex with each thrust.
"I been waitin' a long time for this, Dina," croaked George. "The nigger who thinks she's better 'n me. Now you're jus' another piece of ass to fuck. Jus' like yo' mama an' jus' like yo' sister. Nigger fuck meat. That's all you is."
George hammered her without letting up. Bernadine hated him and was disgusted to have him inside her. Still, her recent orgasm had left her aroused and it wasn't long before she felt another building up. She struggled to fight it off, but it was no use.
"Mmmff...," Bernadine whimpered through the gag. "Mmmff..."
Bernadine's own climax had barely started when she felt George shoot off into her. Feeling her pussy fill with the hated man's seed was almost too much to bear, but her vagina was still pulsing, squeezing his dick all by itself, milking it dry.
"Oh, yeah...," he murmured. "Jus' lay there an' take it, bitch..."
"Mmmff...," sighed Bernadine.
Again, she turned her head away in shame. Bernadine hoped that George was so wrapped up in himself that he didn't notice that he'd made her cum, much to her chagrin. She found herself looking at the other bed where James was still slamming into Leeza. The skinny negress was still grinning idiotically while her saggy little breasts flopped back and forth in time to the lawyer's thrusts.
"Oh, Massa James!" exclaimed Leeza. "You fuckin' dis nigga good! You makin' my coochie hurt, boss... Please don't stop! I like it. I want my coochie to be hurtin' fo' you boss. Use dis nigga hard! Make it hurt, massa!"
"Get ready, you slut!" growled James. "'cause here it comes!"
A happy dumb look crossed over Leeza's face. Her mouth opened in a silent "o" and her eyes fluttered as the white man grunted and ejaculated in her vagina.
"Oh, thank you, boss!" cried Leeza in delight. "Thank you fo' cummin' in dis nigga's coochie! You usin' her good!"
James stood up beside the bed and looked over at Bernadine. George was just getting up of her. Leeza got up on her knees on the bed and looked up at James.
"Kin dis nigga clean yo' cock up fo' you, massa?" she asked sweetly. "I be honored if'n you lets me. I do a good job, boss. I promise."
"Sure, go ahead," allowed James.
Bernadine watched in disgust as Leeza slurped James' slime covered dick into her mouth and noisily cleaned it off. At least with the ball gag in her mouth, George wouldn't insist on that kind of treatment.
"Massa George?" asked Leeza. "Please kin dis nigga clean yo' cock, too? It be a real treat for her. You know I be doin' it right fo' you."
"Of course, girl," said George magnanimously.
Leeza got down from the bed and crawled on her hands and knees to where George stood. She opened her mouth and pushed her face into the white man's crotch. Soon she was sucking and slurping the combination of his semen and Bernadine's pussy juice off her master's dick. When she finished she kissed it on the tip and sat back on her knees, like a dog sitting at her master's feet.
"Good girl," George praised her, putting his hand on her head.
He turned to James, who'd finished dressing.
"Man, I need a drink!" exclaimed George, putting his pants on. "C'mon, Jim, let's go."
The two white men walked out of the room as George finished buttoning his shirt. Beulah turned and went after them.
"What you waitin' on, Lena?" said Beulah from the hallway. "Git a move on, girl!"
Jolene looked at the naked form of her big sister sprawled out on the bed, George's cum seeping out of her pussy crack. She quickly turned and followed Beulah.
"I see you're learning to be a proper nigger now, Bernadine," said Leeza, her dialect gone now that they were alone. "And that's the way it should be. We were made to serve men like that. You don't need a PhD to figure that out. Look at the world around you and you know it's true."
"Leeza!" called George from down the hall. "Get your black ass in here! An, don't bother gettin' dressed. We all wanna see my nigger naked!"
"Yes, suh, boss!" Leeza called back. "I's a comin', boss!"
Leeza looked back at Bernadine from the doorway for a moment.
"You just have to accept your place," she said finally. "The rest is easy once you've done that. Being a nigger is perfectly natural. Just let go and accept it. You might even like it."
The skinny negress disappeared down the hallway, leaving Bernadine all alone. Leeza didn't know what she was talking about, thought the black woman. In spite of everything, she refused to believe that the likes of George Walker to be her superior. He was a buffoon and she was intelligent and educated. Still, she realized, he was off enjoying himself at the party and she was naked and gagged with his cum leaking out of her.
* * *
Jolene still hadn't returned home by the time Bernadine pulled the Volvo into the driveway. Her jaw ached from the prolonged time her mouth was stuffed with the ball gag. Her pussy was still swollen and tender. Her asshole hurt. She could feel it all with every step she took going up the stairs and into the house.
Bernadine stripped and went into the shower before she even checked to see if Ebony and Taneesha were in their beds. The hot water splashed on her aching body.
Unconsciously, her hand moved to her pussy and she idly played with it. Bernadine thought about how it felt to have two dicks in her at once. How it felt to have her younger sister gently stroking her. How it felt to lose control of herself and cum in front of all those people, especially Marcy. Even how it felt to have George use her hard against her will.
The orgasm came suddenly and surprised her. She hoped she hadn't made so much noise that anyone knew what she was doing. Embarrassed at her arousal, she quickly dried off and went to bed.
As she drifted off to sleep, Leeza's words echoed in her mind. The skinny slut was right about one thing. It would be easier to just let go and accept things as they so clearly were. But she'd never grow to like it. Never, she told herself.
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