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Caught on Camera

My neighborhood is quite integrated for a Suburban community.  Before 
Shirley and Donovan moved in, a very nice Indian couple had owned 
their house.  I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body, and it was 
only my frenetic work schedule that had kept me from introducing 
myself to them.  I took it as a kindly thing that Donovan caught me 
when I was coming home from my morning run to introduce himself and 
ask my wife Jane and I to a dinner party that weekend.  I had seen 
Donovan, and so I wasn't frightened when the very large black man 
stopped me in the pre-dawn darkness.

Jane had worked the neighborhood gossip mill, and coached me before 
the party.  "Donovan is a security expert," she told me, "and he has 
been working as many hours as you have since September 11.  You should 
a lot to talk about."

I worked in the airport design business, and security was a hot topic 
these days.  "Gotcha," I agreed.

"Shirley is very nice," Jane continued, brushing on some makeup or 
something womanly.  "She was president of a club of some kind in her 
old neighborhood."

"OK," I said.  My interest in Shirley was limited, having seen her a 
few times.  She was a very large woman around the middle, not at all 
pretty, and probably in her 40s.  Her bulbous butt would have 
attracted some men, but not me.  Her saggy breasts weren't appealing 
either.  She was a caricature of a black woman from a 70s sitcom.  I 
wondered if she had worked in airport security, because she was shaped 
like every one of those I had seen too.

I know Jane went on to describe their children, but I wasn't really 
listening despite the occasional noises I made.  The week had wiped me 
out and a dinner party didn't sound half as good as vegging out and 
watching TV.  I hoped it would be an early evening.

Jane finally finished getting ready and we went next door.  Donovan 
answered the door, and we exchanged civil words as we wandered deeper 
into his house to meet Shirley.  She was kind and gracious, as Jane 
had led me to expect.

We were apparently the first guests, and Donovan gave me a brief tour 
of the house.  They had done a lot of work, upgrading the normal 
crappy contractor-grade stuff for more luxurious appointments.  
Donovan's media room was very nice, and he showed me his custom 
security system, with CCTV cameras panning around the perimeter of his 
house.  I made a mental note to stop letting the dog out in my 
underwear while he explained that security experts were now particular 
targets for domestic terrorism.

The other guests arrived, mostly other neighbors, and eventually my 
bladder filled up on beer.  When I found the downstairs bathroom 
occupied, Shirley suggested I try the upstairs one.  It was occupied 
too, and Donovan directed me to their master bathroom.

I peed like a racehorse, even enjoying the shiver that accompanied the 
last few drops.  I had plenty of time to look about.  The bathroom was 
very nice (I would steal some decorating ideas, especially the low 
voltage halogen lights).  Oddly, there was a wadded up ball of cloth 
next to the hamper.  Finally flushing the commode, I went to pick it 
up and throw it in, seeing they were Shirley's panties. Undoubtedly, 
she had missed when she went to toss them in, and had overlooked them 
on the final check of tidiness.  She'd be mortified if she knew I'd 
seen her panties on the prowl and I would be doing her a favor to 
deposit her panties them in the hamper.

My act of good will took an unexpected pause when I noticed they were 
clammy to the touch.  Curious, I opened them to see what was up.  In 
the crotch were a tremendous amount of cum ("Attaboy Donovan!") and a 
thin yellow strip of yeast/urine/secretion.  It was both gross and 
captivating.

Without really thinking, I took a deep sniff of the crotch, thinking 
back to college days when I would find panties from my roomy's lovers.  
Shirley's crotch had the same sweet overtones, but were certainly more 
pungent.  I wondered what she ate, and then I wondered what the crotch 
tasted like.  Knowing I was being a sick fuck, I took a long lick of 
her crotch.  I smiled, thinking of how outrageous it was to lick my 
neighbor's cum-filled panties.

Feeding now on my self-image of sexual depravity, I quickly dropped my 
pants and masturbated as I sucked at the crotch of Shirley's panties.  
I quickly rose to orgasm, dropping her panties to my dick just in time 
to catch my cum in them.  My final act of lust was to suck my cum out 
as well, then I wadded them up and tossed them into the hamper.

I rejoined the party, feeling a little titillation for the rest of the 
evening.  Thankfully, my wife felt loose at bedtime too, and responded 
to my overtures by letting me fill her with cum.  She even urged me to 
clean her pussy afterwards, a rare treat.

Monday morning, I got a later start than normal.  Donovan had left 
before I got back, and I cooled down like normal by walking briskly a 
few times around the southern pine in my front yard.  I heard the 
neighbor's door open, and Shirley called to me.  I walked over, waving 
my arms and wishing her a good morning.

"Could you come up to the den and look at something on the screen?" 
she asked.

"Sure," I smiled, feeling neighborly.  Shirley led me upstairs and to 
the den.  She typed some commands on the computer, and one of the 
monitors began a playback of a recorded image.  It was, I saw, their 
master bath that was being recorded.  In the lower right corner was 
the date and time, and I saw it was Friday night she was playing.  I 
didn't like how this was going.

I got nauseous watching my actions that night, and light headed when 
Shirley asked if I was as excited now.

"I am awfully sorry," I apologized.

"What did you think you were doing?" she asked, her formerly kind eyes 
piercing me.

"I don't know," I said lamely.  "I feel terrible," I added.

"You feel terrible, ummm?" she said disapprovingly.  "Well, I feel 
downright violated."  I blanched, not really even able to think.  She 
berated me for a full ten minutes about how I had practically raped 
her, and how I was going to hell.  She concluded with "I ought to call 
the police.  No, I ought to show this to Donovan."

"No!" I panicked, imagining how much a beating from him would hurt.  
He was a very large man.  "Please don't!" I begged.

"You skinny white cracker," she derided me.  "You are a real wimp, you 
know?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, feeling terribly low.

She regarded me for a what felt like an hour, then said, "Well, I 
won't tell Donovan, but I need some assurance that you won't degrade 
other women."

"I promise," I said.

"Naw, that's not good enough. I need something I could give to the 
police if I find out you raped another woman like you raped me."

"Oh God!" I moaned.  I didn't feel like I had raped her, but I wasn't 
sure if I was thinking right.  She had me scared.

Without warning, she slapped me, hard.  "Don't you ever, EVER, use the 
Lord's name in vain!" she thundered.  "What sort of sinning bag of 
shit are you?" she asked.

"I am soooo sorry," I groaned, wondering if her hand print would be 
visible on my face and if Jane would see it.

"I was thinking you need to confess in case you try to weasel out of 
this tape and I need to help another woman."

"Anything," I pleaded.  And so I recounted the sordid affair as she 
filmed, standing next to the video screen and pointing out what I was 
doing as it played.  At the end, I apologized, giving Shirley the 
right to use this video if I was ever caught raping a woman.  Then, 
she pulled out the tape and put it in a floor safe.

"Now," she said, turning to me, "you gotta make restitution."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, you took my privacy, and now you got to pay."

This whole conversation made my head ache.  I was no longer quite sure 
what the infraction was that I had committed.  I had licked her 
panties and blew my wad into them.  Now, she was making it into a big 
mishmash.  I had been bullied into confessing to something that was 
more than just a lapse in judgement.  Frankly, I was sick of it.

"Sorry, I've done what you wanted," I said firmly.  "Now, I need to go 
to work."  I turned to head down the stairs.

"Alright," she said, "play it that way."  She waited until I left the 
den.  "I can't wait until Jane watches this nice video of you," she 
said.  I could almost hear her laughing even while my stomach 
threatened to expel everything in it.

"Now hold on," I protested, returning to the den.  I could see she 
wasn't playing.  "What more do you want?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask," she said.  "You got me all riled up, and now 
you gotta pay for that too."  I just stared, wondering where she was 
going with this.  She clicked a few buttons, and the image of me 
licking my cum from her crusty panties was displayed.  "Now, what we 
have here is a man who likes to lick things.  Is that what you are?  A 
man who likes to lick things?"

I shrugged, unable to answer.

"See, Donovan is a fine man.  A powerful man."  She smiled at me, and 
I noticed for the first time the gap between her front teeth.  "But he 
isn't the kind of man who likes to lick things.  He'd much prefer to 
put that big dick in a woman."  Again, she smiled.  "But now, a woman 
likes a little tenderness now and then.  Sometimes, a woman would like 
to know a man who likes to lick things."  Shirley stood and pulled 
down the shorts she was wearing.

"Oh god," I said, feeling woozy.  I could see a very wet spot in her 
gray panties.

"Oh yeah, baby," she cooed.  "Sometimes a woman would like a man who 
isn't afraid to lick some cum.  Especially after a powerful black man 
has spent an hour making her all raw and shit."  She sat down on the 
den chair, and spread her knees.  "Come here and make me feel better."

Let me frame the image for you.  Shirley was not attractive to me.  
She was five feet tall and heavy, with a bulbous caboose and saggy 
teets beneath her T-shirt.  Her face was flushed with excitement, 
which did nothing to increase her attractiveness.  I could see curly 
hairs brimming around the crotch of the soaked panties, which almost 
made me gag seeing them.  This woman wanted me to pay homage to her 
gooey crotch.

I hesitated, and she offered again to give my wife a present.  Feeling 
filled with self-loathing, I dropped to my knees and confronted her 
pussy.  She spread her legs wider, letting me see ripples of 
cellulite, and grunted "go to it boy".  With a conscious effort, I 
leaned in and began to suck at her cotton-covered crotch.

Her flavor was intensely bitter.  I had thought the bitter flavor in 
her discarded panties were due to fermentation or something, but now I 
realized it was her normal taste.  The crotch was spongy with her 
husband's pudding, which excited me more than I wished her to realize.  
But maybe my eagerness betrayed me, because she started to ask me 
insistently if I liked it.  I answered her 'no' over and over, until I 
finally conceded that I did like it.

"That's a good boy," Shirley praised me.  I looked up at her, from 
where I was licking and sucking her panties avidly.  As I tried to 
suck the cum through the fabric, she pulled her shirt over her head, 
showing me her hairy armpits as she did.  Her pendulous breasts were 
heavy, with very large nipples and areolas.  She gripped them in her 
hands and offered them to me.  "Come here and suckle my breasts," she 
said.

I practically lunged up, smacking my lips on her rubbery titflesh and 
nipples.   I bounced from one to the other, intent on pleasing this 
woman who was blackmailing me.  "Damn boy," she exclaimed, "you sure 
know how to use that mouth of yours!"  That was music to my ears.

Somehow, Shirley managed to remove her panties without me knowing it.  
She suddenly pushed my head down and I was face to face with a very 
well fucked pussy, steaming hot, and oozing Donovan's cum.  Her 
tangled and matted bush was sticky with cum, which disgusted and 
excited me.  "Do it," she ordered, "clean my pussy.  Or do you just 
suck panties?"

She was mocking and humiliating me, but I didn't care.  Maybe that 
even excited me.  Regardless, I moved in and buried my face into her 
gooey crotch.  My tongue was bathed in Shirley's and Donovan's juices, 
which were tangy and creamy.  I licked and sucked and smacked at her 
like she was my lover, determined to make her cum.  Finally, she 
gripped my hair and fucked my mouth, directing my tongue where she 
wanted it.  She orgasmed soon after, burping more sperm and juices 
from her hole.

It was heaven!

"God," I panted, "I gotta cum."  I licked slowly as she spasmed.  "I 
gotta cum.  Let me fuck you," I whined.

"Naw," she replied, smiling.  "You don't get to fuck a black woman."  
She looked at me.  "Stand up, let me see your pecker."  I did as she 
told, pulling down my shorts to reveal my raging hard-on.  "It sure is 
small," she laughed, which made me all the harder.  "Tell you what, 
though, you can cum on my pussy and then eat it off."

I spurted moments after that, sprayed her pubes with my semen.  I was 
immediately worn out, but she berated me until I caved, dropping to my 
knees and cleaning her pussy of my own cum.  In the process, she came 
again.

As she got dressed, I asked for the video tape.  "You gotta be 
kidding," she laughed.  "Why would I give it back?"

"Because you promised," I replied, feeling like a swindled fool.

She laughed again.  "I did no such thing.  Why would I, when having 
the tape means I got me a pussy cleaner whenever I want it?"

I felt utterly defeated, and she sent me home.  The whole event left 
me anxious and confused.  Over the next few days, I managed to kid 
myself into believing it had been a bad dream.  Then, she caught me 
going into the house at the end of the day.

"Donovan is leaving early tomorrow for a trip," she told me.  "Wait 
for him to leave then go for your run.  But come in here instead of 
running."

Despite my misgivings, I did as she said.  I knocked at her door, then 
tried it when she didn't answer, and entered.  "I'm in the bedroom 
upstairs," I heard her call.

I went upstairs and found her walking around in panties but nothing 
else.  She was setting up a video camera.  "I've been wanting to try 
some things, and I want to get them on film," she told me.

"What kind of things?" I asked, afraid to ask.

"You don't need to know until I tell you," she told me harshly.  "Now, 
I'm getting on the bed, and you focus the camera on my pussy.  Then, 
you just follow directions."

"I don't know." I temporized.

"You enjoyed it last time," she pointed out, "and I still have a 
little thing that I doubt you want Jane to see."

"OK," I croaked, fearing I'd never live it down.

Shirley got on her hands and knees on the bed, facing away so that I 
could see her wet spot on the camera.  I started the film, and she 
told me to get on the bed, like in a 69.  "Now, suck it," she told me.

I had to lift my head up to get at the wet spot.  Her taste was still 
bitter, but now I wanted to suck at it.  I sucked hard enough to 
gather flavor and to feel her fat labia.  I did it until I lost 
strength and fell back.  I watched her pressing her panty crotch into 
her chubby, gooey pussy, and flung myself back up for more.  For a 
while, she praised me for being a good boy, then fell silent.  Out of 
nowhere, she came, squeezing out more cream for me to eat.  It flowed 
around the crotch of her sticky panties.

She caught her breath, then told me to take off my clothes and get 
into the position she had just been in.  Although I was apprehensive, 
I felt like I had to do it, or else.  Besides, after eating a woman, 
my blood gets boiling despite what my brain says.  Thus I crawled onto 
the bed, getting on my hands and knees facing away from the camera.

I heard a sharp snap, like recoiling rubber.  I turned to identify the 
sound, and saw that Shirley was putting on medical gloves.  This was a 
bad sign indeed, and I began to shiver.  My fears grew as I saw her 
grinning maliciously, and I about crapped when I saw her take a tube 
of lube into her gloved hands.

"It's probably better if you don't look," she told me.  I faced away, 
pressing my eyes shut and hoping I was wrong in my fears.  When I felt 
her touch her dry finger to my rosebud, I knew my fears were correct.

The next minutes were awful, as Shirley opened my virginal asshole 
with her fingers, squirting lubricant on and in me until her index 
finger was sliding in and out.  I was humiliated, being prodded by my 
neighbor as much as she wanted.  When I begged her to stop, she 
guffawed and added a second finger.  I could only imagine how it 
appeared as she corkscrewed two fingers in and out.

I only thought the worst was over when she showed me the bullet 
vibrator, then worked into me.  I grimaced at the pain, and then she 
pressed the throbbing toy into me.  She was fucking me like a girl!

The actual worse moment was when she announced it was time for me to 
"get milked."  Her lubed hands began to jack at me as she fucked my 
butt.  Literally, I envisioned my cock looking like a cow's udder.  
And yes, I did spray out a tremendous load of cum, which I saw later 
on video.  It looked like a milk parlor film, as a stream of white 
squirted out of me.  It was disheartening, especially when I realized 
how good the entire thing felt.  My orgasm was quite literally the 
strongest one in my life.  I felt like my entire butt area was 
clenching, and I felt like my balls turned inside out.

The pleasure was momentary, of course.  Because I had cum on her bed 
linens, she had me lick it off.  As I did, she gleefully pressed my 
face into it.  My cheeks burned with humiliation.

Before I left, she had a few words for me.  "Did you like it?" she 
asked.  I didn't answer, so she kept at me until I admitted aloud that 
the orgasm was hard and satisfying.  That won me praise, which oddly 
made me feel good.  "Good, so next time you might want to be sure to 
bring a condom when you run, so that you don't have to clean it up."

"Next time?" I asked, knowing this time wasn't the last.

"Yeah, tomorrow might be good," she grinned, gap-toothed.  "Donovan 
will still be away and I could use a boy who is good with his tongue."

Wordless and feeling defeated, I turned and left.  Her laughter 
followed me.

The next morning was more of the same, except she put the condom to 
good use.  After milking me into it, she got into the hands and knees 
position, then poured my cum over her furry asshole.  The acrid taste 
was far worse than her pussy.  Then I used the vibrator in pussy and 
clit until she came.  Her jiggly buttocks clenching about my face was 
vile and humiliating.

Thus began a new pattern in my life.  When Donovan was in town, I 
could live a life that approached normalcy.  When he was gone, Shirley 
would force herself on me, making me suck her pussy either bare or 
through her panties.  The morning Donovan left, there would be a slimy 
wet spot to suck off.  Then she would violate me with the vibrator, 
and later, a bigger dildo.  Each time I would go away feeling 
disgusted at how much I had orgasmed.  Shirley took to pointing out 
how much I enjoyed it, making me feel even more degraded.

Finally, I had to make it stop.  "I can't do this anymore, Shirley," I 
said after steeling my nerves.

"Sure you can, sissy," she smiled.  Sissy?  My cheeks burned red, 
which she noticed.  "What are you getting' all red-faced about?" she 
snickered.

"I'm not a sissy," I hissed.

"Sure you are!" she laughed.  "Would a strong black man get forced to 
come here and let me fuck his fine black ass?  No!  But a white sissy 
like you, well, I figure you must enjoy it 'cause you come back her 
time and again."

I couldn't imagine any black man I knew doing what I was doing.  But 
still, it had to stop, and now she gave me cause to think that my 
servitude had been optional all along.  "I'm not a sissy," I insisted, 
"and this is the last time I'm doing this."

Surprisingly, she agreed.  "All right," she said, holding up her hands 
as if to fend me off.  I let out the breath I didn't know I was 
holding.  "But."

"But, what?" I asked forcefully, feeling back in control of my life 
for the first time in quite a while.

"But," she said, her face a mask, "there's one last thing I need you 
for.  You see, I've been bragging to my garden club, how I have this 
sexy man who comes over to help me when Donovan isn't enough."

I was not surprised one bit.  "So?"

"So, I need you to come to the next meeting, and do me one last time 
so that the ladies don't get to thinking I'm a liar."

Oh, was that all?!  "Forget it!" I said, angry.

"Forget it?" she asked complacently.  "How could I forget it when I 
have thirty or so hours of movies?  How could I forget it when I could 
just sell copies?  I mean, the stuff is good!  You're there, begging 
me to put my dirty panties in your mouth.  You're bent over, moaning 
as I fuck you with a dildo.  You're squirting gallons at a time, and I 
got lots of film of that.  I bet I couldn't ever forget something like 
that, and I wonder if Jane could either?  I mean, with decent editing 
I could probably get me a Lexus, and I could probably even sleep at 
night knowing how I wrecked your fucking marriage to a woman you don't 
deserve."

I could only stare at her as she unveiled her plan.  My mind had been 
trained now to imagine the worst, and having a video sold of me 
looking like I loved the treatment. well, I could imagine how I would 
feel.  I knew my feeling of well-being had been an illusion, and the 
familiar feeling of being trapped consumed me again.

"When is the meeting?" I asked.

Two weeks later, I faked a daytrip to Dallas.  Instead, Shirley picked 
me up mid-morning at a shopping center near my office and drove me to 
the garden club meeting.  It was in her old neighborhood, which was 
comprised of older houses struggling to regain their former charm.  
They were neatly kept up even in the midst of urban decay and 
subsequent renewal attempts.

Shirley stopped in front of a Georgian-looking house, and turned to 
me.  "There's something I forgot to mention," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"I forgot to tell you that the girls are expecting you to dress up 
like a French maid," she said.  Noticing my reaction, she quickly told 
me, "but listen, this is the last time I'll make demands on you.  If 
you fuck it up, though, I'll go to Costco and buy me a boatload of 
blank video tapes."

Anxious to win my freedom, I grudgingly agreed.  Shirley led me into 
the house via the back door, and to the half bath.  She handed me the 
maid's outfit, sternly telling me (again) that her pride was on the 
line and that I'd better not screw it up.

I went onto autopilot, and emerged from the bath five minutes later, 
dressed in the outfit.  I pirouetted clumsily for Shirley on the heels 
I wore.  She approved of my mesh stockings and garterbelt, silk 
panties, short black bib dress, white puffy-shouldered blouse, black 
choker, a blonde bobbed wig, and the freakin' maid's hat.  She handed 
me the du rigor black apron and tied it with a large bow in back.  
"You make a good-lookin' maid, sissy," she smiled.

"Thanks," I said gruffly.  Then, I was introduced to the ladies of the 
garden club.  All were larger middle-aged black ladies who appeared 
affluent.  They had good manners, except when addressing me.  They 
reserved potty language for me.  I began to serve them while trying to 
ignore their comments.

"Jeez Shirley, you sure lucked out."

"Damn, but I wish I had me a white boy."

"I hope he don't drop none of my glasses."

"He better have a better tongue than his dick; that dick of his must 
be pretty scrawny to fit in those panties."

I served them cocktails, then a second round before the appetizers.  
The main course was not much beyond appetizers, and the ladies seemed 
increasingly liquored up.  It was odd to listen to their talk of 
flowers and shrubs while they felt me up.  Midway through the garden 
club business, Shirley made a motion for me to remove my panties, 
which was quickly seconded.  I mentally pretended they disappeared 
while I slid my panties off.

Of course, I was derided heartily for my "little white dick".  I knew 
my cock was statistically average-sized, but it was humiliating to 
hear their comments.  Shirley sent me for another round of drinks, and 
when my tray was loaded down with breakables, many of the women took 
advantage of my vulnerability to squeeze my bare ass, yank my balls, 
and fondle my pecker.

"Shirley, I need to go to the potty," one of them finally said.  
"Would it be OK if your sissy helped me for a bit?"

"Sure," Shirley smiled, her eyes letting me know that something bad 
was about to happen to me.  "Sissy, help out Monica, would you?"

"Yes ma'am," I agreed, curtsying awkwardly.

Instead of going into the half bath downstairs, Monica took the 
liberty of leading me to the full bath upstairs.  I watched as the 
semi-intoxicated black woman pulled up her skirt and pulled down her 
panties.  She sat on the pot, and I heard the splash as she urinated 
while totally ignoring me.  The stream slowed to a trickle, and only 
then did she look up at me.

"Clean me up," she smiled, showing widely gapped teeth.  Turning red, 
I pulled out a length of toilet paper, intending to wipe her off.  
"Not with that, you presumptuous sissy, with your mouth!"

"No way!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Oh, now what would Shirley have to say about your back-talkin'?" she 
asked.

"Oh, please," I said, feeling my stomach flop.  Shirley had warned me 
to not embarrass her.  "Please?"

"Now, I'll be forgivin' this time," she said haughtily.  "Come here 
and lay over my knee.  You need to learn a lesson about bein' uppity!"

Shame filled me as I laid across her lap like a big sissy baby.  She 
adjusted me so that my semi-rigid pecker was between her legs, then 
she pulled up my skirt.  After a few hard swats, my shame turned to 
pain!  Tears came to my eyes as my buttocks began to glow.

"Get that moisturizing cream," I heard her say.  I looked up through 
bleary eyes to see after-shaving moisturizer sitting on the edge of 
the bathtub where I could reach it.  After I handed it to her, Monica 
gave me a couple more swats.  "Now, hold your cheeks apart," I heard 
her say, her voice husky.  I knew what to expect, and sure enough she 
lubed up my asshole then inserted a finger into me.  "Boy, you are one 
easy asshole," she chuckled.  I squirmed as she pumped her finger in 
and wriggled inside me, but that shifted my pecker between her legs 
and caused me to surge.  "You like it, eh?" Monica commented.  "Well, 
Shirley said you did and I can't wait for you to see your surprise."

Surprise?  What surprise?

Monica grew tired of fingering me, and urged me off her lap.  This 
time, when she spread her knees, I knelt on the cold tile and put my 
tongue between her salty folds.  Besides the taste of urine, there was 
the musky flavor I recognized as aging semen.  Monica moaned 
repeatedly for me to suck out Jamal's cum.  I understood Jamal to be 
her husband or lover, but it didn't really matter.  I closed my mind 
to the distasteful fact that I was cleaning a soiled pussy; a very 
black, hairy, sweaty, nasty, soiled pussy.  I just did it until she 
orgasmed.  It didn't take that long, thank God.

"Boy, now Jamal would never do something like that!" she smiled, 
pulling her panties back on.  "Shirley was right.  You are one nasty 
fucker."

"Thanks ma'am," I mumbled, curtsying.

Monica laughed and led the way back down.  She didn't point out my red 
behind, but Shirley noticed straight off.  "Did my sissy misbehave?" 
she accused.

"No, but he did get a few good licks.  Not as many as he gave, mind 
you." she laughed.

"Damn, Monica!" one of the other ladies said, frankly envious.  "Now, 
Shirley, I need to go to the potty.  Can I take the maid?"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea," Shirley said.  "We'd never get 
our business done if you all kept running to the potty with the 
maid."  Everyone grudgingly nodded their agreement.  "But I have 
another idea.  Why don't we take turns letting the maid in under our 
skirt, and we can sit back and talk while he does his business?"  I 
saw heads bobbing everywhere.  "And you can go first, Evangeline," she 
concluded.

"Oh good!" said the woman who was moments ago headed for the loo.  
Without any embarrassment, she lifted up her skirt and gripped her 
panties by the waistband.  She pulled them down, letting the skirt 
fall to cover her nakedness.  "Come here, boy," she laughed.

The woman approximated my mother in attractiveness.  I found the 
thought of sex with her unappealing, but I crawled under her skirt 
when she sat on a folding chair.  In the murky darkness of her tented 
dress, I found her sweaty pussy and went to work.  She too seemed to 
have male sex residue crusted on her pussy, but by now I was no longer 
afraid of gagging on it.  Instead, I tongued her, concentrating on the 
freedom I would enjoy when the afternoon completed.

Monica got very wet, and I imagined her disrupting the meeting with 
her moans and grunts.  She came quickly, and I was only required to 
lick her for a few moments before being directed to go under a new 
skirt.  So it went, crawling under skirts to tongue stinky pussies.  I 
guessed that Shirley had suggested they all get fucked in the morning 
before the meeting, because all had the sticky sweet taste of cum in 
their pussies.

I was buried between the legs of a particularly fat woman when I felt 
my skirt flipped back and a pair of hands pry my butt cheeks apart.  I 
tried to pull back, but the gelatinous thighs trapped me.  Quivering, 
I felt fingers opening my backdoor, lubing me.  Soon, a hand whapped 
me hard, stinging my butt.  The woman I was eating jiggled, and I 
understood that I was to go back to tonguing her enormously wet cunt.  
Her legs released their smothering grip as I resigned myself to anal 
intrusion.  I tried to ignore it as fingers loosened me up.

When the fat lady "sang" things took a dramatic turn for the worse.  I 
was pulled from under her skirt and feeling a bit dazed, I looked 
around.  Immediately, I saw Shirley, her hands on her hips and a lewd 
smile on her face.  Her skirt was removed, and sticking out from her 
loins was a dildo affixed to a strap-on harness.  I knew this was her 
surprise: she was going to fuck me in front of her friends.

Not even bothering to protest, I followed her instructions to lean 
over the arm of the couch.  It took her a moment to find the angle, 
then she slid the tool up my backsides.  The ladies hooted and 
hollered as she took me.

"Look, the sissy is getting fucked like the sissy he is!"

"Damn, I can't wait for my turn!"  (I blanched at that thought!)

"Fuck 'em Shirley, like the slut he is!"

Shirley humped me for a while, and I found myself getting hard despite 
myself.  Of course, that was noticed.  The horniest woman asked 
Shirley if I could eat her while Shirley had her fun, and so I found 
myself tonguing another matted black furball.  My face was mashed into 
her over and over as Shirley pressed her thighs against my cheeks, 
shoving the dildo deep into me.

Eventually, I switched to another cunt, and another woman got a shot 
at manfucking.  I was providing both oral pleasure and the pleasure of 
letting them take their aggressions out on a unprotesting man's 
asshole.  Each of the women learned the best angle to use when driving 
a cock home, and I was the dummy who let them.

Despite the shame I felt, I was horribly turned on.  That led to even 
more shame.  I finally gave up all pretenses, and moaned openly as 
these middle-aged black women screwed me.  The fattest woman wasn't 
athletic enough to ride me, so I obliged her by letting her lay on her 
back while I rode her.  That led to more calls of derision, but 
frankly I didn't care.

Finally, Shirley pulled off her panties and laid on the coffee table.  
She told me to enter her and lay still while Monica put on the dildo.  
I trembled, holding back my orgasm while I waited.  Then, Monica slid 
in and Shirley ordered me to fuck her and myself until I came.  As I 
pulled out of Shirley, I pressed onto the dildo.  It was unbelievable!

I didn't last more than a minute before I grunted and came hard.  I 
buried myself deep inside Shirley, pouring my seed into her as Monica 
fucked me hard.  It was the most satisfying orgasm I had ever felt, 
and seemed to begin in my ass and spread to the rest of my body.  My 
entire body spasmed for what seemed like five minutes.

Finally, I was done, spent.  Shirley let me fall to the floor, and as 
I lay gasping she lowered her dripping snatch onto my face.  It was 
gooey and sweaty and pussy-cum flavored.  Honestly, I loved it.  As I 
recovered, I sucked hard at her hole, bringing her to the last orgasm 
of the day while capturing the semen I desperately sought.

Wearily, Shirley stood up and composed herself.  I lay on the floor, a 
total mess.  My ass was leaking lube, my cock was draining sperm, and 
my face was slick with creampie. I couldn't remember when I felt so 
delightfully drained.

After Shirley pulled on her panties and made an effort to tidy up her 
appearance, she addressed her friends in the Garden Club.  "Ladies, I 
have to make an announcement."  She waited for silence.  "It pains me 
to tell you that my white sissy has paid off the debt he owed me, so 
this is his first and last appearance."

"Damn!" many ladies cursed.  I heard one mutter that she had hoped 
that next time she'd bring a man around to "make that sissy another 
creampie".

"Now, ladies!" Shirley said forcefully.  "He kept his end of the 
bargain (pretty well, too!) and now I need to keep mine."  The ladies 
grudgingly agreed, after which she asked.  "So, white boy, do you have 
anything you'd like to say?"

"Yes," I answered.  I felt the corners of my mouth curl up.  "When is 
the next meeting, and do you think you'll be needing a maid?"

---- THE END -----




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