All characters are over the age of 18 years old.
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We were laying in her bed, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms after we got to her house after school. I trailed my fingers lovingly over her dark skin, admiring the contrast between my milk white skin against the dark chocolate color of her skin. My name is Christine, but I went by Christy. Chantel and I had been best friends since kindergarten. We had been so alike that is was only natural for us to gravitate towards each other. We were practically inseparable growing up. We were always together and if we weren't together at my house, then we were at hers. We had spoken about every subject growing up, and we both admitted to not being interested in boys. Neither of us knew it at the time, at least I didn't, but from a young age we had both been total lesbians. Our sexual experimentations together, from playing doctor to investigating each other's pussies had always been incredibly fun. We had shared our first orgasms together in a night of mutual masturbation, one of the many nights of our sleepovers throughout our lives.
We had lost our virginities to each other, in a very special night of love making. I know we didn't realize what we were doing at the time, but that night had sealed our relationship for both of us. Over the years our sex life had grown and matured, until we could barely spend a day without burying our faces in each other's pussies for an intense orgasm. We had grown up cheer leading and were both on the high school cheer squad. Being the product of an unhappy marriage and absentee parents, I had come to view her house as my sanctuary. My parents were in the midst of a very messy divorce, so most of my time was spent with her. Her mother Brenda had literally become like a second mother, and some would say my real mother, as she had always welcomed me into their home without complaint of how much time her daughter and I spent together.
I had even come to casually calling Brenda mom, and she had been referring to both of us as her daughters for years. Over the years, Chantel had also developed an aggressive and dominant streak in her that I adored. Both of our sex drives were so intense, that we were constantly adding more and more risquΓ© acts of sex to our love making. Chantel was definitely the more dominant of us, whereas I preferred to submit to her will. I had come to really enjoy her aggression and need to dominate me sexually. It was nothing for her to grab me and pull me into the girl's bathroom at school and order me to go down on her. I was always so turned on by her aggression when she got horny. I loved it when she would push me to my knees on the dirty bathroom floor in a stall and hike up her skirt for me to lick her delicious dark pussy.
We were both very well proportioned, though her breasts and ass were just a little larger than mine. I was a solid D cup and she was a double D. My ass was nice and had enough weight to it for a very sexy wiggle, but hers was amazing for it's large size. She was very vocal during our love making, and I was surprised that her mother never caught us. Her cries of pleasure and demands for me to do certain things, surely could be heard throughout the house. I loved it when she called me dirty names like "slut," "pussy girl," and "nympho." But when she would call me some for of white girl or commented on my Caucasian ancestry, usually in the form of my submission to her, I felt my pussy heat up and literally drip with my juices. She loved to declare that I was her own personal sex slave, but our sensual sessions of lovemaking were never one sided. My god, could she eat a pussy!
Neither of us had ever seen the need to date, especially not guys. We had been asked out numerous times in our lives, but we always turned them down. We had come to be very territorial about each other, and one such time occurred when a varsity football player had tried to force himself on me during school. I obviously turned him down, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He ended up back handing me, causing me to suffer a split lip and swollen bruise on my cheek. Luckily for me, Chantel had heard me tell him off and had seen the smack that left me sprawled out on the floor. I had never seen her so angry. She had literally bashed his face into a locker and beat him mercilessly, before having to be physically pulled off of him by our cheer squad coach.
There had been talk of Chantel facing expulsion and criminal charges, the jock had his nose broken, several cracked ribs, and a severely bruised and sore area between his legs. Chantel had kicked and stomped him between his legs, before grabbing his dick and balls and threatening to rip them off if he ever touched me. All talk of Chantel being disciplined had ceased when Brenda had shown up at school along with a news crew. Over the shrill screams and threats of lawsuits, both on my behalf because of the physical assault on me and the way the school tried to say I was partially to blame and for Chantel's coming to my aid, the principal had dropped all disciplinary proceedings against Chantel and expelled the jock. When Brenda saw my split lip and swollen cheek, she almost went after the boy herself. My parents were too busy with themselves to worry about "high school drama," as they called it. Chantel and I had pretty much been untouchable ever since then.
We had never "officially" came out to anyone but each other, but we were known to be together. So here we were in her bed, wrapped in each other's arms without a care in the world. Chantel then decided to amp it up a notch, as she grabbed her sets of handcuffs and proceeded to secure my wrists above my head to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of the bed. My legs were spread eagled, and I knew we were about to get really kinky. We were no stranger to restraints and light BDSM, so I was really excited with what was to come. Chantel then grabbed a ball gag, to secure me from getting too loud. She leaned forward once I was completely immobile and unable to cry out, and whispered "You know it's mom's birthday today. I thought you would enjoy giving her a special present."
I was confused at what she was implying. But I felt a double feeling of excitement and a little dread, at what she might mean. I was completely naked and restrained to Chantel's queen size bed, so what exactly was she talking about? Surely she didn't mean what I was inferring from her actions. My inner musings were cut off, as her door opened to reveal Brenda completely naked and smirking at my current situation. I tried to mumble through the gag and pull at the restraints, but it was useless. Brenda continued to smirk at my reaction, as she stalked towards the bed. She placed her hand on Chantel's shoulder and asked, "And what do we have here? Are you finally letting mommy join the fun, my little slut?"
I thought she was speaking to me, as "slut" was a name that I was used to and enjoyed being called my her daughter. But Chantel then answered submissively, "Yes, mistress mommy. I thought that you would like to have us both for your birthday. My slut loves being treated like a fuck doll."
My eyes were wide, as I looked at both mother and daughter standing over me. Brenda was taller than both of us, with larger breasts and ass. I had always hoped that Chantel would fill out just like her. Brenda was incredibly sexy, but I had never expected this. Brenda continued to smirk as she began to explain to me, "Don't worry, my sweet slave. Slut here has been servicing me for years now. How did you think she got so good at pleasing a woman? I always knew what the two of you were doing, from her loud screams and demanding personality to your quieter moans and submissive attitude. Mmm...now you get to find out what it's like to truly submit to us. Don't worry, slave, mistress mommy and mistress Chantel will take good care of you. I've already settled it so you will spend the entire weekend. And by the time the weekends over, you will be a good little submissive slave to both of us. In fact, I bet you won't feel happy unless your face and tongue is pleasuring one of our bodies."
I tried to scream in protest as I shook my head, but I only ended up mumbling through the gag and thrashing around a bit in the restraints. I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure."
Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you as 'slave.' Chantel is my slut and obeys me just as you will whenever I refer to her as such. I am the head mistress, Chantel is the secondary mistress, and you me dear sweet daughter are our slave girl. You will do exactly as we command without complaint, but I know you will enjoy it. Is that understood?"
I again tried to say "no," but was still unable. I looked at both of them with a growing fear, as they continued to smile down at my helpless body. I tried to plead with my eyes to both of them, but that only seemed to make them hornier. Mistress mommy continued, "Now obviously neither one of us want to keep you in your slave position, so you will only be required to submit to us when you are referred to as 'slave.' in all other occasions my sweet daughters will act normally, or as normally as a household full of horny lesbians act. Chantel and I have enjoyed a long history of mutual sexual gratification together. We have been having sex, since the two of you first took each other's virginities. I waited until Chantel told me that the two of you had finally sealed the deal, before I made my move on her."
"I am so happy that the two of you have each other. I truly think the two of you are meant to be. But now we can have so much more fun, the three of us. Now I know that some of this may be a shock to you and maybe a little scary at first, but I also know you are turned on by the prospect of this. I know that you find me attractive. I've seen the way you have looked at me, ever since you have accepted yourself as a lesbian. So none of this should be a real labor for you, my sweet. Am I right?"