les histoires de chrislebo

As Summer lay on the bed, she felt her hands being fastened together. When she tried to move them, she found that they had been fastened in hand cuffs, which were attached to a chain hooked into a ring mounted in the wall. "Why are you handcuffing me," Summer asked.

"Well slut, those electrodes are about to start vibrating and your hands will want to start touching your slut pussy. Your Master does not want you to be able to cum without his permission," Sandy replied.

Suddenly, the electrodes sprang to life. They started with a low vibration and Sandy was right. Her first instinct was to touch herself. The vibrations alternated between high, medium and low for the entire twenty minute tanning session. Summer's body writhed in the bed for the fully twenty minutes. Every time that she was about to orgasm, the vibrations from the electrodes either slowed or turned off. The electrodes kept Summer on a sexual edge that she had never experienced without hands, cocks, tongues or verbal ************ stimulating her. Summer was about to reach the needed orgasm when the tanning bed shut off.

She had been in the bed for twenty minutes on an erotic roller coaster as the electrode stimulation kept Summer at the peak of an orgasm, but never allowing her to achieve it. As soon as the bed turned off, Sandy walked into room seven. Sandy unclasped Summer's hands, pulled the electrodes off of Summer's body and raised the bed's top.

"Give me your tanning thong and you are allowed to get dressed now slut," Sandy said as she held her hand out towards the teacher.

Summer slipped the tanning thong down her legs and handed it to her black mistress. "Well, that device really had an effect on you didn't it slut," Sandy said as she rubbed the thong's crotch between her fingers.

"Get dressed and go outside to wait for your master," Sandy ordered.

Summer quickly slipped on her sheer red thong and sat down to slip on the red, open toed stripper platform heels. She thought it would be easier to put them on before the skirt. Summer slipped the heels on her feet, fastened the ankle straps and then slipped her feet through the waist band of the spandex skirt. As Summer stood, she pulled the skirt up her legs, wiggled her hips and successfully pulled the skirt in place though its hem was only two inches below her ass cheeks. Next Summer pulled the white, almost sheer tube top over her arms, over her head and into place. Though it gave coverage of 75% of her breasts, she still felt topless because the bottoms of each of her breasts were very visible, but what made the top almost illegal was the way her nipples appeared. Summer looked into the mirror behind the tanning room door and she could easily see the outline of her silver dollar sized nipples and she could very easily see the piercings in each nipple.

Summer fluffed her hair, refreshed her make-up and headed out the door. Summer walked down the hallway towards the front door of the salon. While she had been tanning, the salon had gotten busy and the front waiting area was filled with customers waiting to tan. Summer saw the looks of disgust as she made her way to the front door. She could hear the whispered word of slut from several of the people in the lobby.

Summer exited the salon and expected to see her young master waiting for her in her BMW. But, her young master was nowhere in sight. Now Summer had to stand outside the salon entrance, dressed as a Saturday night whore and felt the high hot sun bearing down on her. She had not been allowed to wear sunglasses so she had to squint into the daylight looking for her young master to arrive. Several customers came and went through the front doors while she waited. Finally, her young master arrived. He pulled up parallel to the front door of the salon and waited.

Summer walked the short distance to the car, opened the passenger door and quickly sat down on the seat. Just as Summer was able to fasten her seatbelt, her young master hit the accelerator and roared onto the road. Summer immediately spread her legs as had been required earlier today. Todd noticed her compliant position and smiled.

Summer did not question where she was being taken. She knew that she would not have a choice in where she went anyway.

Todd drove about fifteen minutes to a strip mall that Summer had never been to. It was not in an area where she normally went, but she recognized that it was in the same general area where she had been pierced last weekend. She was glad that she was not being taken to Marcos' tattoo and piercing parlor. She did notice that there were lots of retail stores in the center and lots of traffic. She also noticed a wide assortment of nice cars so she was somewhat relieved.

Todd parked in front of Midge's Salon and put the car in park. Todd did not bother to put the top back down on his slut teacher's convertible. He opened the driver's door and exited the car. He paused only briefly to allow time for his slut to exit the car. He was afforded a very good view up Summer's skirt and he could plainly see the red thong barely covering her hairless pussy mound.

Todd caught himself thinking about how the upside down rose blossom Summer was getting tomorrow and how it was going to look on that mound. Todd also thought about the twin blue butterflies that will adorn each of his teacher slut's breasts. He also planned to tattoo his initials TS on the back of her neck like the Tiger Woods TW logo. Finally, Todd planned to have the school Tribal Eagle tattooed on his slut's back intertwined with the now very visible thin tan line. He continued to think about the clit piercings Summer would receive that would match the piercings in her nipples. Todd also would have her belly button pierced with a loop with an elongated "S" attached to the loop. Finally, Todd would have three small hoop rings inserted in each of Summer's ears further identifying her as his slut. He could not wait. He knew that for all that work to be accomplished, he would have to get her to Marcos by noon as he had said that the work would take almost six hours.

"Ok, slut. We are going to give you a new hairstyle today that more in keeping with your position as my slut, but also based on how I want you to look," Todd said.

"But, Master T, I have been growing my hair a long time to reach the length that my husband wanted. He likes that it reaches the middle of my back," Summer said.

"I don't give a **** slut. You will wear it however I tell you to wear it. If you give me a hard time today, the stylist will shave your head," Todd said as he walked into the salon.

Summer knew that her young master was quite serious and that to cross him would have dire consequences for her. And, how bad could a new style be given that she was being taken to what appeared to be a nice salon.

However, Summer's relief was short lived. When she entered the salon she was met with a line of six stations with one facing directly towards the front window of the salon. Todd was talking with a very tall striking, short haired platinum blonde with sleeve tattoos on both of her arms, a piercing through her nose (similar to Summer's nipple piercings), a red silk, sleeveless blouse that was tied tightly below her breasts, a belly button piercing with the letters "TS" attached to a loop, red mini skirt and white high six inch heels. If she did not know better, Summer assumed that Todd had dressed her.

"Summer this is Midge and she is going to give you a transforming hairstyle today. Also, she is going to give you a manicure as well as a pedicure to make you feel pampered," Todd said with a smile.

"Yes Master T," was the required response given by Summer as expected by Todd.

"Hi Summer. It is nice to finally meet you. Todd has told me so much about you. I am looking forward to giving you the hairstyle that suits your personality and his desires," Midge said almost disarmingly to the nervous teacher.

"Hi Midge, it is nice to meet you. I am nervous about a new hairstyle, but I will do whatever Todd wants me to do," Summer said.

Summer winced when she realized her mistake. "I am sorry Midge, Master T's direction are what I desire to follow."

Summer quickly looked at her young master and her look was met with a wry smile.

"Ok Midge. I leave my slut in your very capable hands," Todd said.

Todd then looked at his teacher slut, "Do whatever Midge says when she says it with no hesitation. Do you understand my teacher slut?"

"Yes Master T," answered the compliant teacher.

With that, Todd Spillers turned and left his teacher slut in the very capable hands of his former slut Midge. She had been a teacher and had been discovered sucking another teacher's pussy in her classroom. The scene was captured by Todd when he was just beginning his junior year at the high school. So, Todd has been gaining experience for some time with a teacher that exposed her submissive side to him.

"Well Summer it looks like you belong to me for a while this afternoon," Midge said.

"Now I know you are nervous and I understand. But, you will relax for a bit here in the lobby while I get things ready for your treatments."

Midge handed Summer a glass of chardonnay and told her to ***** it all down. Midge said that she would be back in about 10 minutes.

Summer sat unsteadily on the deep cushioned sofa there in the lobby. Summer was not paying attention when she sat down, but the hem of her spandex skirt rode up to her crotch. Summer happened to look down and saw that she was exposing her pussy to anyone that happened to look. Fortunately, there was no one in the lobby at that moment. Summer quickly pulled the hem down as best she could and decided to cross her legs to be more lady like.

Summer took a couple of sips of the chardonnay and was pleased with its flavor. Summer quickly took another couple of sips and leaned back against the back cushions of the soft couch.

Summer was not paying attention when the front door of the salon opened. To her dismay and surprise, Melanie Hart walked into the salon. She did not see her English teacher at first and Summer tried to screw herself deeper into the cushions hoping to not be seen by her senior student.

Unfortunately, Midge walked back into the lobby and called Summer Wayne's name. Melanie turned to her right and saw her teacher sitting there. She just stared at Summer taking in her attire not believing what she was seeing. Todd had told her he had a surprise for her today, but she did not realize it would be her favorite teacher dressed the way she was.

"Summer it is time for you to come on back," Midge said.

Summer hesitated, but saw the look on Midge's face. Summer slowly, unsteadily inched her body forward. Each movement hiked the hem of her skirt up closer to her crotch again. Summer could not bear to look at Melanie, but it was impossible as she was standing right in front of her.

Then Melanie spoke, "Wow Ms. Wayne you are really stepping out today dressed like that. What kind of party are you attending? Can I come?

Melanie giggled as she saw Summer's struggles and stared intently first at the white almost see through tube top. Then her gaze lowered to the hem of the skirt and she saw that her teacher was wearing red panties that matched her red heels.

"Well, I am going to enjoy my hair treatments today Ms. Wayne. Todd said that you would be here and would be very happy to pay for my treatment. Thank you so much," Melanie said with a loud giggle.

Summer could only shake her head and follow Midge into the salon area. Unfortunately, Midge's station was in the front at the exterior window so anyone walking by could see her work. "Sit here Summer so I can take a good look at your hair," Midge said.

Summer got into the large salon styling chair. Midge waked around Summer playing with her long strands of hair that she had let grow out to please her husband James. "Summer, it will be a shame to shear off so much of your gorgeous hair, but your Master T has given me specific instructions for your hair treatment. We will also be giving you a manicure and pedicure," the hairstylist said.

"Now follow me back to the wash area so we can get rid of all of the current chemicals you have sprayed on your hair," Midge said to the teacher.

Summer stepped off of the chair and followed Midge as she walked through the salon. Summer watched the ass covered by the red mini skirt. Summer was intrigued by all of the tattoos wondering how long it took and if it hurt.

Each chair of the salon was filled with customers. Summer saw Melanie sitting across from one of the styling chairs waiting her turn. Summer wondered what kind of treatment Melanie would be receiving hoping that it would not be too expensive. Summer could see how Melanie looked at her as well as a slight giggle. Summer could feel her *********** growing, but she also noticed that though her breasts were bounding, her nipples continued to stiffen. She just knew that her nipples were going to poke straight through the thin material of the tube top.

When Midge stopped walking Summer realized she was at the back of the salon with two chairs with deep sinks behind each one. The sinks had curved fronts in which one would lay back into for the hair to be washed. "Sit here Summer," Midge said pointing to the first chair. Summer sat down where instructed, but she remained sitting upright with her hands settling between her legs close to the hem of her skirt trying to provide some coverage of her panties.

"Lay back Summer so I can go to work," Midge said.

"Aren't you going to give me a smock to cover me up," Summer asked.

"No, your Master T wanted you fully on display in the salon. So, lay back now," Midge said.

"Great," Summer mumbled to herself.

"What was that Summer," Midge asked.

"Oh nothing Midge," Summer replied.

"Be careful with your smart mouth. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure that I am able to meet your Master T's expectations. If you don't comply with directions, there are things I will do to you to ensure your compliance. Do you understand Summer," Midge finished.

"Yes Midge, I understand," Summer said as she leaned back to place her head in the curved slot to have her hair washed.

Summer still had her hands snugly placed between her legs trying to be ladylike rather than to have anyone walking by to see her exposed panty covered pussy. Summer forgot that in this position, the white tube top stretched even more and the bottom of her breasts come more into view. Midge noticed how the teacher's nipples were prominently displayed by the stretched material of the tube top and she could clearly see the piercings in each nipple. She noted the work and realized that it was Marcos who had pierced the teacher's nipples with jewelry similar to the nose piercing Todd had made her experience.

Midge rinsed the teacher's long brunette hair and then applied the nurturing shampoo to prepare Summer for the cut and highlighting that would take place over the next hour. Summer had no idea that the cut would take the length of her hair to just off of her shoulders. This would provide some coverage for the tattoo that would be applied permanently on the back of her neck by Marcos on Sunday. As a former teacher, she could envision Summer's future misgivings about turning her back to her classroom and having her shorter cut reveal her master's initials permanent affixed to his teacher slut. Midge smiled to herself over the constant *********** Summer's tattoos would cause her during her classroom lectures. Midge also knew that it would provide the teacher's young master with the opportunity to further control the teacher at school.

Midge began to vigorously scrub the scalp of the teacher. She was purposefully being vigorous to see how much the teacher's breasts would shake. Midge noted that though she was in her early forties, Summer's breasts were still firm. Midge rinsed the shampoo from the teacher's hair and then applied conditioner. Midge took her time in massaging the conditioner into the brunette hair of the teacher. Midge saw that she would be shearing of about six inches of Summer's hair to achieve the length that Todd required.

Once she was satisfied that the teacher's hair was ready for the color treatment, she said, "Ok Summer, we are ready to head back to my station."

Midge went quickly out of the wash area and left Summer laying with her hair still soaking wet. Summer was perplexed as to what to do. With her hair soaking wet, she would have water running down her body, onto the top making if further revealing. "Come on Summer, I don't have all day," Midge quickly stopped to say.

"But Midge, my hair is soaking wet. Can't I have a towel," Summer asked.

"No," was Midge's quick reply.

Summer laid there for a bit hoping that more water would drain from her hair. "Get up now Summer," Midge said quite loudly.

Resigned to more ***********, Summer started to rise from the chair being mindful of covering her panties with her hands, which made rising up impossible. Summer had to move one hand to the arm of the chair and help herself up. The skirt was too short to provide any modesty to the teacher so she just got up. Fortunately, there was no one at the ***** station to see her panties.

Summer felt the water begin to run down her back. She knew that the tube top would become almost completely see through, which she guessed was her young master's intent. Summer walked the long walk back to the station at the front of the salon and in clear view of the front windows to anyone passing by. Summer was a little wobbly on her stripper shoes on the linoleum floor of the salon. The shortness of her skirt and the egg anchored in her pussy required that Summer attempt to keep her thighs pressed together as she walked. Summer hoped that by doing this the egg would not slip out and the hem of the skirt would not rise up. Unfortunately for Summer, all she accomplished was to draw more attention her as she was paraded the full length of the salon past the customers of the salon who gave her varying looks of disgust or curiosity.

Before she sat down, Summer was handed her wine glass and told to finish it. She needed it too, so Summer drank it right down. Her glass was refilled and she took several more sips. Summer was standing in full view to the outside world and had been noticed by several teenage boys as they walked the sidewalk of the center. They were all older, but appeared to all be high school students. Summer saw them looking at her through the window and turned her back to the window.

"***** up Summer," Midge said.

Summer lifted the glass to her lips and downed the rest of the wine. Midge took the glass from Summer's shaking hand and placed it on the counter. "Ok, sit in the chair so we can get started," Midge said.

Summer was relaxed and thankful that the chair was facing the interior of the salon. She knew that she would be on display to the interior store patrons, but at least she would not be splaying her legs open to the outside world through the window.

Summer sat down and the scooted back completely into the chair. She looked down and the hem of her spandex skirt rode up to reveal her red panties to everyone in the salon. Summer placed her hands in between her legs trying to cover up her panties. She suddenly felt the chair begin to rise as Midge adjusted its height. Then Summer felt the back of the chair slide backwards which made it impossible for her to keep her hands securely between her legs. Summer decided that the best approach would be to cross her legs, but this caused the hem of the skirt to rise up her legs even more. Summer just decided to let the hem fall where it may and relax.

Summer watched Midge as she worked at her station. She noticed the hem of Midge's skirt was riding up the back of her thighs. As Summer watched, she became captivated by the extensive tattoo art on Midge's arms. She followed the tattoo up Midge's arms all the way to her shoulder.

Midge noticed that Summer's panties were fully visible because of the short skirt in the reclined position. That is what Todd had ordered. Midge decided to exacerbate the exposure of the teacher's body by further reclining the chair, but also raising it up to give her access to the brunette locks. Midge also noticed that the front of Summer's tube top was wet, which made her nipples even more visible and erect if that was physically possible.

Midge then spun the chair around to face the exterior window so that Summer's panties were on full display to anyone looking into the salon. Summer realized what had just happened and said, "Midge, please give me a smock because everyone can see up my skirt."

"Summer, Master T has told me that you get off on being on display. Your master told me that the more humiliated you are the more turned on you become. So today, you will be putting on a show for all of the people who shop in this center. You will be surprised how many man come here to buy their hunting supplies as well as their golfing supplies. They are going to love your panties and nipples for sure," Midge advised the teacher.

"Oh God, not more public ***********s," Summer mumbled to herself.

Summer tried to relax and just get through the hairstyling ***********. She felt Midge's comb move through her long wet hair as the stylist began the work on whatever style Summer's young master had in mind for her.

Midge handed the teacher another glass of chardonnay and Summer quickly sucked the contents through the straw and swallowed one half of the wine. Summer's lips felt a little numb and the chardonnay's taste was just a bit more bitter than she remembered.

Above, Midge continued to work the long brunette locks of the teacher. She kept her eyes on Summer's face as she watched the telltale effects of the Ambien tablet that she had been dissolving in Summer's wine while she had washed and combed it out. Midge watched as Summer fought off the drowsiness caused by the ***** medication. But, to make sure that she was completely under its influence, Midge instructed Summer to finish the wine as quickly as possible because she could not be disrupted by her hand movements.

Summer quickly complied with the instructions of the hairstylist. Summer did not dare want to make Midge mad because she did not want to think about what Midge could do to her in the chair or what her young master would do to her. Summer could feel her eyelids becoming very heavy, but she just felt more relaxed as she handed the glass to Midge indicating that she had followed her instructions.

Once Summer's eyes closed for good, Midge manipulated the teacher's shoulders upward so that she could put the teacher's head in the proper resting position of the chair. To accomplish this, Midge lowered the back of the styling chair and pulled Summer's body so that her neck rested on the head rest of the chair. In this position, all of the scantily clad teacher's hair could be combed and draped behind her. When Midge completed placing Summer in the appropriate position, she noticed a couple of young boys were passing by the front of the salon. Midge watched as their heads turned to look in the window and she saw them focus on the sexy teacher who sat sprawled in the styling chair.

The salon's manicurist came to Midge's station and went to work on Summer's nails. Siting with her back to the window, the manicurist first placed Summer's fingers into warm bowls to loosen the skin around her nails. Next, the old skin of the cuticle for each finger was removed by small scissors. The manicurist poked and prodded the skin to form a more rounded look for the nails as they protruded from the skin. The manicurist then began to apply a strong glue to hold Summer's new three quarter inch acrylic nails. When the acrylic nails had been applied to each of Summer's fingers, the manicurist then went about edging each nail to make sure that each nail was smooth.

The manicurist applied the bright red polish that she had been instructed to use on the teacher's new nails. Once finished, Summer's hands looked like long drips of ***** were flowing from the ends of her fingers because of the bright color of the polish as well as the length of the new nails.

The manicurist moved to the bottom of the styling chair as Midge began her work on the teacher's hair. The manicurist spread Summer's feet, took off her six inch platform heels and placed each of the teacher's feet onto a platform attachment affixed to the base of the styling chair. Once the manicurist had accomplished this, Summer's legs were spread wide and she could see the teacher's panty covered pussy. The manicurist noticed that the thin strip of material of the crotch had worked its way between the teacher's pussy lips and she thought she saw something shiny peeking around the material of the crotch of Summer's panties. The manicurist pressed on the inner skin of each of Summer's knees to get a better look. Sure enough, the manicurist could see a ring piercing in each of the teacher's pussy lips that were fully exposed by the lewd position she had been placed in and because the thin strip of material of the crotch of Summer's panties had been worked up between her pussy lips. The manicurist also noticed a thin black wire extending out and around the material of the panties. She wondered to herself what that could possibly be.

The manicurist went about her job of cleaning the teacher's feet and toes. She paid particular attention to the teacher's ankles as that allowed her to manipulate the legs further spreading them as well as causing the hem of the skirt to rise almost to the crotch of Summer's panties. After fanning the painted toenails, the manicurist checked to make sure that each toe was dry. Once sure that the color was fully dried, the manicurist slipped each of Summer's feet back into the six inch, opened toe platform heels

Once satisfied that she had painted each toe as she had been instructed, the manicurist looked up at Midge and asked, "Is that all mistress?"

"Yes that looks perfect Yoko. Now make sure the nails are dry and then you can be off," Midge said.

Midge watched as Yoko blew on the teacher's nails as well as utilized the portable hand held fan on the teacher's hands. She watched as Yoko expertly manipulated each of Summer's fingers directly under the blades of the fan. Midge watched as Yoko performed the drying procedure on the nails all the while gazing up Summer's skirt.

Midge looked down and saw that the hem of the teacher's skirt had worked its way up to her pussy. Midge watched as several young boys were peering into the salon window and she saw their eyes widened as they saw the red panties of the teacher quite clearly. When Midge had positioned the styling chair appropriately, she decided that she needed a quick soda break. She knew that in the current position, Summer's pussy would be on full display like Todd had instructed and she noticed that the nipple piercings were quite evident even though the moisture had begun to dry.

Melanie had been watching Midge and the manicurist while they manipulated her English teacher around and she could clearly see that Summer was fast a*****. Now it was her turn to add to the *********** of the teacher as Todd had instructed.

Melanie walked up the Midge's station, reached into Summer's purse and withdrew the teacher's phone. Melanie switched the phone into camera mode and quickly snapped off several pictures of the teacher's exposed panties. Oblivious to the young boys staring through the window, Melanie reached down and tweaked both of Summer's nipples and pulled them to make sure that they were fully erect.

Melanie then took several more pictures detailing the teacher's erect nipples. With a smile on her face, Melanie decided to take the *********** a bit further and pulled the tube top down so that the tops of Summer's silver dollar sized nipples peeked over the top of the tube. Melanie took two quick pictures and then quickly sent all of the pictures detailing Summer's latest *********** on to Todd.

Melanie looked down on the teacher and could not wait to see Midge's final work on Summer's long brunette locks. Melanie placed the phone back in Summer's purse and walked back to the styling station where her hair was being luxuriously treated by her stylist as a treat from her favorite English teacher. Melanie's hair was now about the length that the teacher's hair would be in a little over an hour. She wondered how the teacher would react when she saw that her hair would barely reach her shoulders and that the jagged styling would give glimpses of her neck as she walked, stooped or sat. Melanie silently wondered if the neck tattoo would be partially visible to anyone casually looking or if Midge's styling would purposefully hide the ownership tattoo on the back of Summer's neck.

Midge watched as Melanie manipulated the teacher for her pictures. She wondered who would see the pictures and how they were being used. But, her instructions were pretty simple: radically alter the teacher's hair style by shortening and streaking the teacher's brunette hair. She was to also layer cut the hair to give it a younger appearance. Then Midge was to do a jagged cut line in the teacher's hair so that she would have a wilder look about her. Midge knew that this style would be a drastic change for the teacher not only in length, but the resulting coloring would give her the appearance of a blonde bleaching job gone badly.

Midge went to work applying the color. Pretty soon, Summer looked like a radio reception tower with all of the aluminum foil in her hair. Midge paid particular attention to the top of Summer's hair as she knew that whenever Summer would be giving a blow job, Todd wanted to see very obvious signs of the highlighting.

Midge twirled the styling chair around so that Summer now faced the interior of the salon. Next Midge rolled over the portable hair dryer and placed it directly over Summer's head so that its heat could dry the long, now highlighted locks of the teacher. Midge set the timer for the dryer to its longest setting as she knew that the Ambien would wear off in about an hour and she had been instructed to make sure that Summer was awake when she began to trim off her long locks.

About 45 minutes later, Midge walked back to her station and noted how the sprawled legs of the teacher had widened and that the hem of her skirt had worked its way up her legs almost to Summer's panty covered pussy. Midge could just make out the tops of Summer's dark nipples peeking out over the white tube top. Quite a sight she thought to herself.

As she turned off the dryer and began to roll it away from her station, she saw the initial signs of the teacher waking up from **** induced *****. Midge knew that it was time to starting trimming, well actually cutting off the long lengths of the teacher's now brightly streaked brunette hair.

"Ok, Summer, wake up darling. I have to start trimming these beautiful locks as your master has directed," Midge whispered into the still drowsy teacher's ear.

With that, Midge adjusted the chair causing Summer to sit more upright and in the same motion, Midge twirled the styling chair around to face the window again. Once she had Summer properly positioned, Midge opened her drawer and extracted the remote control for the black egg that she had been told was buried deep inside the teacher's pussy.

Summer was then able to see her newly manicured fingernails. "Oh my God, what happened to my fingernails," Summer asked. Continuing, "They are so long, I might poke myself in the eyes applying my make-up."

"Don't worry Summer, your master wanted you to have long nails to make it more difficult for you to stroke your clit. These longer nails will require you to be more cautious," Midge said matter-of-factly.

Summer looked down and saw that each of her toenails had been painted the bright red that matched the polish of her almost dagger like finger nails. Gone were her weekly manicured French tip styled toenails and they had been replaced by stripper style red polish. The open toes of each of her platform heels only provided a more provocative appearance for Summer's toes.

Just then Midge flicked the switch and the egg jumped to life in Summer's pussy. Midge noticed an immediate sharp intake of air by the teacher. "Now, just relax Summer as I give you a new style as demanded by your young master. Don't jump around as I make my cuts as I would hate to disappoint Todd with a report that you were not cooperative," Midge told the now fully alert teacher.

As Summer became adjusted to the light coming in through the exterior window, she saw her legs were spread wide because they were still in the platform that was utilized by the manicurist and her skirt was raised up to her panty covered pussy. She carefully moved her hands to her hem and made an effort to pull the tight garment back down for some modesty. Her actions were met with an immediate finger flick to her neck rebuke from the stylist, "I told you to be still," came Midge's harsh words.

"But Midge, my skirt is up too high and anyone looking in your window will be able to see my panties," Summer said.

"Summer, I don't give a **** if someone sees your panties. All I know is that I have a job to do and your FULL cooperation is required," Midge said. Continuing, "If I need to call your master I will."

"No Midge, I promise to be good, I just would like to cover myself some is all," Summer pleaded.

Summer's comment was met with silence from Midge. Summer felt her hair being pulled up over head and then she heard the snip of Midge's scissors. Summer saw a length of almost six inches of her hair land on her legs. Summer's eyes welled with tears as she realized that her beautiful long brunette hair that she had been growing for years was suddenly being shorn from her head. Summer noticed that some of the lengths being cut had highlighted streaks of a color white. Summer was shocked to think that her hair had taken on a light streaked look and would now be cut off.

Summer's despair was suddenly interrupted when the vibrations from the egg buried deep in her pussy increased in their intensity. Summer's pussy grabbed at the egg and tried to control the vibrations. Summer pressed her thighs together trying to reduce the noise being emitted from her pussy because of the intensity of the vibration of the egg. But, Summer realized that the tighter she pressed her thighs together, the tighter her pussy walls tried to grip the egg. In doing this, the vibrations of the egg only intensified the stimulation of her pussy. Summer soon found herself grinding her ass down into the styling chair as her body was reacting to the egg's stimulation. Summer also had to be careful not to move her head lest she suffer Midge's wrath who held scissors in her hands.

Midge noticed that Summer had gotten quieter and she also noticed how her hips were beginning to grind into the chair. She knew it was time to increase the intensity of the egg's vibration, but she wanted to extend the teacher's *********** for as long as she could.

Midge leaned down and with her free hand, she rubbed the top of Summer's breast as she purred into the teacher's ear, "So, Summer doesn't that egg feel good in your pussy. I bet the crotch of your panties is already wet with your pussy juices."

Summer just leaned her head back against the chair, closed her eyes and let the feeling of the egg run through her body. Summer noticed Midge's fingers gently rubbing the top of her breast and she audibly moaned from the pleasure of being touched by another person. The egg was pressing against the walls of her pussy and vibrating through-out her body. Summer's hips ************* began to push harder against the seat of the styling chair while Midge continued to stroke the top of her breast.

Summer was not aware that Midge's actions were causing the white tube top to slowly begin to work its way over her nipples. In a matter of seconds, Summer's left nipple was fully visible with the bar bell piercing clearly visible. The top of the tube top rested just below the piercing in Summer's left nipple and it caused the nipple to hang lewdly for anyone to see.

Midge stopped playing with Summer at that point and went back to her job of giving the teacher the new look her master wanted. Midge was feeling sorry for the teacher because with each snip of the scissors, months of care and growth were chopped away.

Summer's body was moving closer to orgasm with each minute that the egg was vibrating in her pussy. Midge had adjusted the setting on the egg to be intermittent, which caused both pleasure and frustration for the teacher. Summer pressed her hips downward and ************* her hips also pressed back up so that she was producing a fucking motion in the styling chair with her hair falling around her body, her left nipple supported by the top portion of the tube top and the *********** of being seen by anyone that walked by was edging Summer to the brink of another very public orgasm.

Midge watched as the teacher's body was betraying her. Midge was amazed that even though she was in a very public place, the teacher seemed to be oblivious to her surroundings. It looked to Midge that Summer wanted to cum and the situation only heightened her need to reach an orgasm.

As Midge worked around the teacher's head, she continued to make sure that the cut met just onto or just above Summer's shoulders. Todd had been specific in saying that the cut should be short enough to reveal her sexy neck and the new piercings she would be receiving in her ears on Sunday. Midge also knew that Todd intended on placing a permanent mark on the teacher's neck that would reflect his ownership of the teacher. So, Midge paid particular attention to the hair that ran down the back of the neck of the teacher.

"Alright Summer, I need you to lean forward and hold very still as I am going to work on the back of your hair. Your young master has a specific cut in mind and I cannot afford to make him mad and neither can you," Midge said to the writhing teacher.

As Summer leaned forward she felt the vibrations intensify from the egg. In the bent forward position, Summer's pussy was pushed down harder against the seat of the styling chair and her legs were ****** open slightly.

A man walking by the store was captivated by the scene. He stopped with his bags of fishing gear that he had just purchased and stood to watch the stylist working on the head of the bent over woman. He noticed that the woman's left nipple hung suspended out of her top and that her red panties were quite visible.

As the man watched, Midge finished chopping off almost seven inches of the teacher's brunette, highlighted hair. She believed that the length would meet with Todd's approval as the tip of her hair now only reached to the base of her neck. Midge could imagine the location of the MT tattoo and she believed that it would only be visible if Summer carelessly flipped her hair, if she were to wear it up in a bun or if she were made to wear it in a ponytail.

Midge leaned Summer back up straight and began to blow dry the teacher's now brightly highlighted hair. You could tell that she was a brunette, but just barely. Midge turned up the volume on the vibrating egg and whispered to Summer, "Slide your fingers up to your pussy and let's see if your pussy is wet."

"Please don't make me do that Midge. That guy is looking in the window and I don't want to perform for him," Summer begged.

Summer's statement was met with a slight tug of her hair by the stylist. Summer's hands had been in her lap as she had tried to achieve some modesty, but with such a short skirt it was impossible to hide her panties from public view. Summer felt the vibrating egg begin to increase and then decrease in its intensity. Summer's body was reacting to each change in intensity with either a call for more intensity or craving the intensity to return. Summer was approaching the point of no return as her body was being edged closer and closer to orgasm. Her mind was telling her that it was wrong and to stop, but the walls of her pussy as well as her erect clit told her otherwise.

Summer slowly spread her legs ever so slightly, and almost unnoticed ran the fingers of her right hand up to the front of her panties. "Touch your crotch Summer, Todd wants to know if you are wet," came Midge's instructions.

Summer suddenly felt something being attached to her left nipple. She did not realize that the nipple had worked its way out of her top. Summer looked down and she saw that Midge had attached a large hair clip to her nipple and it was causing the nipple to be pulled downwards as is was attached to her nipple behind the piercing. The man outside noticed the stylist's move and watched intently as the big hair clip closed shut around the base of the customer's nipple.

Summer looked up from her nipple and out the window. Her eyes met those of the man with the shopping bags. She looked at him as he watched her fingers trace the crotch of her panties. To be able to reach her crotch, Summer of course had to spread her legs and slide forward in the chair. This action, caused her skirt to rise even further up her body and the hem of the skirt was now even with her pussy. Summer continued to look in the man's eyes as her fingers found the slit of her pussy. She felt the vibration of the egg become steady and hard. Midge reached down and with her middle finger, she flicked the end of the hair clip with caused it to pull harshly on Summer's nipple.

"Are you wet Summer," Midge asked.

"Yes Midge I am wet," came the teacher's reply.

"Let me see your finger Summer," Midge said.

Without further instructions, Summer pulled her fingers away from her panties and raised them up so that Midge could see her juices on her fingers. The man outside noticed what Summer was doing and also saw that Summer did not attempt to close her legs which gave him a direct view of her panty covered pussy and he could just make out what he thought was a ring piercing peeking out of the material of the sheer thong material.

"Ok Summer spread your legs further, put your fingers back on your clit and give that man a show," Midge ordered as she lowered the back of the styling chair lining summer's exposed panties directly in a line to the man standing outside looking through the window.

Summer hesitated, Midge leaned down, grabbed the hair clip and turned it ever so slightly pulling the nipple as it was twisted. Midge did not stop turning the clip until she saw Summer's hand slid between her legs. The fingers of Summer's right hand found her erect clit poking against the thin material of the crotch of her thong. Her body reacted immediately to the stimulation of her nipple being ******** by the stylist, her fingers on her clit, the vibrating egg stimulating her body and the eyes of the stranger looking in the window. The egg jumped to its highest intensity, Midge twisted the hair clip more strongly and Summer's fingers began to rub her clit in earnest. "Open your eyes and look at him Summer," Midge whispered.

Midge put her free hand on Summer's cheek and pushed her ever so slightly towards the man's eyes. Summer watched as her eyes met his and then she watched as the man lowered his eyes to see her hand manipulating her clit. The vibrating egg in her pussy was pushing Summer ever closer to the orgasm her body craved. Summer stared straight ahead as Midge manipulated her into a humiliating show of exhibitionism as she rubbed her clit and continued to spread her legs wider with each manipulation of her clit.

The man's eyes were staring directly at Summer's fingers as they stroked her clit feverishly. Summer pushed back against the styling chair, pressed her knees outward until they found the edges of the chair's upholstery and her body erupted in orgasm. She tried to conceal the squeals that were slipping out of her mouth, but to no avail. Several customers turned their heads to see Midge leaning over her client with her mini skirt pulled up as her hand played with her pussy as it pressed up against the back of the chair. Summer's whole body shook as the orgasm rocked it while being watched by the complete stranger.

As Summer's body calmed down, the vibration of the egg also started to slow until it went motionless. Summer removed her fingers from her panties, pulled her skirt down as best she could and then reached up to take the hair clip off of her nipple. Summer pulled the white tube top back in place knowing that her erect nipples were clearly visible.

"That was some show Summer. Maybe one day I will get you all to myself with Todd's approval," Midge cooed.

Summer shivered at the thought of serving Midge. She had felt her hot body pressing against her as well as the chair while she ****** Summer to stroke her clit. Summer wondered if Midge came at the same time as she did.

"Alright Summer. Are you ready to see your new style," Midge asked.

"Not really Midge. I am afraid of what I might see," Summer replied.

With that, Midge released the brake on the chair, raised the chair back to the upright position and slowly turned Summer to face the big mirror of her station. The man on the outside gave one final look and then walked away frustrated with the hard-on that pressed against the front of his pants. He was sure that he had seen the woman in the styling chair before, but he could not place her.

Summer did not want to look. She knew that her long tresses were gone and she knew that her husband was going to be terribly disappointed. He had always wanted Summer to grow her hair long and she had been working on this length for several years. Now, in a moment of time, her hair style had been changed by her young master. Summer's eyes welled up in tears. The view in the mirror was one of a stranger.

Her hair no longer cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Gone were the slight natural curls of her brunette hair replaced by a jagged cute that looked like the style of the young women she had seen on the news who had been caught walking the streets. The highlights only made her hair look that much more out of line for a style of a woman her age. Summer noticed that only just little bits of her hair touched her shoulders and the back of her neck. She had always liked the feeling of full coverage of her neck and shoulders by her brunette locks because it gave her a feeling of conservative appearance. But now, they were gone replaced by a style that she felt like it belonged on the streets!

"Don't worry Summer. Your new style meets the desires of your young master, so you should be happy that you are pleasing him. Here, take this controller, my invoice and make your way to the front desk. You are to pay the invoice, please pay Melanie's also. Once done, you are to then walk down the street to Meehan's and sit at the bar. Once you are in Meehan's you are to order an Irish whiskey and a draft beer. Sit there patiently until your master joins you. You are not allowed to ***** your *****s until your master tells you to do so," the stylist said.

With that, Summer was pulled out of the chair and nudged by Midge's palm towards the front area of the store. Summer felt every eye on her. She glanced to her side and saw the full profile of her outfit as well as her new hairstyle. She almost did not recognize herself. At that moment, Summer realized the full extent of her ********** and the *********** at being displayed only caused her pussy to continue to moisten.

Summer walked unsteadily to the front desk. The heels were difficult for her to walk in anyways, but with the tight fitting, short skirt stretched across her thighs, Summer was only able to make short clicking steps across the salon's floor.

When Summer reached the front desk, she noticed that the lobby was full of customers. She could see how they each looked at her and Summer could see the look of disgust from the older customers. The younger customers were staring at Summer's breasts as her nipples continued to try and poke holes in the thin material of the white tube top.

Summer was handed the final tally and she was shocked. Not only had she been charged with color, cut and styling, but she also had to pay for Melanie Hart's hair treatment, coloring, styling and cut. Her total for the day was over $400. She was being made to pay for her humiliating style as well as the styling of one of her students. Her young master must know that this was potentially a big problem for Summer if the school found out about her paying for the student. Then Summer wondered if Melanie's ******, Sandra Wilson, would become problematic.

As the credit card machine spit out the receipt, Summer leaned forward on the counter to sign the form. Summer was not really paying attention, but by leaning onto the counter, the hem of her skirt was being raised up to almost the cheeks of her ass. One of the young girls pretended to accidently drop her purse and while bending over to retrieve it got a great view of Summer's ass cheeks. The teenage girl was able to see the thin strip of sheer red material that ran in between the teacher's cheeks. Summer turned to exit the salon and she saw the young girl whispering none too quietly to her friend and they both giggled.

Summer was relieved to be out of the salon. But, she saw that Meehan's was on the other side of the center, which meant that she would have to walk by the golf shop and fishing gear store. The tall open toed, ankle strapped stripper heels would not allow her to walk at a brisk pace. The tight skirt prevented Summer from taking long strides due to its short length and tight fitting around her upper thighs. Summer prayed that she could keep her balance and not fall flat on her face on the side walk where the whole world could see her exposed ass.

Summer walked every so gingerly across the parking lot of the center. She did not want to be jostled by the patrons on the sidewalks as they looked in the windows of the shops. With each step, the egg buried deep in her pussy felt like it was going to slip out. This made Summer close her thighs tightly together and attempt to grip the egg with the slippery walls of her pussy. These actions caused Summer to sway her hips almost lewdly to accomplish the effort of keeping the egg inside her dripping wet pussy. Also, Summer did not want to be seen by all the men who were the two sporting goods stores.

She finally made to Meehan's without an incident. Summer walked straight to the bar and took one of the stools that was farthest from the front door. Summer sat with her back to the door. Sitting was quite an effort because the skirt rode up several inches as she hiked herself up on the stool and Summer could feel the cool of the wood seat on the back of her legs as well as the bottom of her ass cheeks.

As required, Summer ordered an Irish whiskey and a small draft beer from the female bartender. Summer situated both glasses in front of her and casually looked around the bar. She did not see any familiar faces which gave Summer a great deal of relief. Summer sat on the barstool rehashing the events of the past ten days.

It was Thursday a week ago when she sent the picture of her face in response to an inquiry she had made at one of those lonely housewives sites. She had meant to send a picture of her fucking a black dildo into her pussy without her face, but her hand had slipped and she attached the wrong picture. The email found its way into the hands of one of her students and she had been under his direction ever since. She had never dreamed that she could be blackmailed, but the young man, her student, was quite demanding. Summer found herself falling further and further under his control as well as deeper into trouble. Her young master had her nipples and pussy lips pierced only last weekend.

Now this weekend was started with a re-styling of her hair after she had experienced her first gang bang while secured to her young master's sex contraption last night at the school during the second half of the football game. Her pussy was becoming wetter as she thought about the sexual things she had experienced as well as the humiliating things her young master was ******* her to do. Summer could feel her body reacting to the thoughts she was having and she shook her head to try and clear her head.

"Nice hairdo if I do say so myself," came the voice that she did not recognize.

Summer turned slightly away from the bar and came face-to-face with the man who had watched her achieve her orgasm as she sat in the styling chair as Midge manipulated her. Summer did not know what else to say but, "Thank you."

The man did not bother to ask for her approval as he sat on the stool directly in front of her. She could not really tell him that she was waiting on someone because she did not know what her young master's plans were for her at that moment.

"I hope you don't mind that I sit here, but I just wanted to get a good look at you because you put on quite a show just a few minutes ago," the stranger said to her.

"I am sorry that you saw that. I lost control and had been ****** to ***** too much wine before my styling session," Summer replied hoping the stretched truth worked.

"Oh, I see, you were made to sit there, flash your pussy and were directed to allow men to watch you rub your clit. Is that right," the stranger asked.

Summer was squirming on the bar stool. The man was pushing all the right buttons and she knew that he would continue to press her on the details of her **********. The man leaned forward and introduced himself, "I am Mike Roberts. I run a charter operation on the lake. Maybe you have heard of me," Mike said.

Summer tried not to let him know that she suddenly realized who he was. She and her husband James had rented a large power boat from this man during the summer before James left for Asia. It was their summer vacation so to speak as they had spent an entire week on the large area lake drifting from cove to cove finding intimate spots to spend the night out on the lake. Their power boat had a very nice cabin and she had made love the whole week with her husband, even finding time to skinny deep when no one was around.

"Well that sounds like a very good business to be in given you are so close to the lake," Summer said without trying to sound like she knew too much about the lake.

"I feel like I know you. Have you ever rented from my company? I lease large boats for weekday or weekend excursions," Mike said.

"No I am sorry, but I have not been out on the lake," Summer lied.

Mike edged closer to Summer and whispered, "I loved watching you rub your pussy. Did you enjoy looking at me while you did it?"

Summer tried to avoid eye contact now. She knew this man and more importantly, he knew her husband. "I am sorry, but I got carried away in the moment. Please don't think badly of me," Summer said to the boat owner.

"Oh my, I could not think badly of you. I just cannot imagine how that felt to be showing off your panties knowing that a man was watching you as you had that orgasm," Mike continued.

As he sat with Summer, Mike inched closer to the now newly styled woman. He looked from Summer's trimmed & highlighted locks, to her neck and to the tube top. His eyes focused on the protruding nipples and he could clearly see that each nipple was pierced. He looked back up into Summer's eyes and asked, "How long have you had your nipples pierced?"

Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She was taken aback that the man had first witnessed her *********** in the hair salon, but now he was in the bar sitting next to her staring at her nipples. Summer tried not to look at Mike and avoid the question, but she was brought back to reality when she felt his hands touching her shoulders softly when he asked, "Does your husband like the piercings?"

Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable. She was being touched by a stranger while sitting on a bar stool in a place she had never been. She had been directed to go to the bar by the hair stylist and Summer knew that those had been her young master's instructions. Now, she was being touched by the man that she had so humiliatingly entertained with her orgasm through the front window of the salon.

"I have had them about a week," Summer finally answered, "But my husband does not know as he has been out of town."

The situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable as well as humiliating to the teacher. The bar was quite cold as it was obvious that the air conditioner worked quite well and it was making her nipples stand out even more than before. Now she was being touched by a new man in her life and she could not leave because she had been ordered to sit at the bar by her young master. Additionally, she had been told to order an Irish whiskey and a draft beer, but had not been told she could ***** it. Summer so needed to ***** the whiskey badly.

Mike moved even closer to the teacher as he kept up his soft massage of her shoulders. She seemed to be responsive to his touch, or at least not ********* to accept his touch which meant to Mike that he could continue. He looked into Summer's eyes and said, "Does that feel good? I like touching the soft skin of a beautiful woman, and you are quite beautiful."

Summer did not know which way to turn. On the one hand, she was expecting her young master at any moment and did not know if he would be pissed off because she was seated with another man while he touched her. But, on the other hand, the man's touch was soothing and she could feel her body reacting positively to the unsolicited touch. Summer realized that once again another man was being able to do whatever he wanted to her and she was unable to resist, or more importantly, she did not want to resist.

"Yes your touch feels good, but Mike I am a married woman who just came in to have a quick ***** before heading home," Summer said.

"Well, I don't believe you for a minute that you just came in for a *****. Anyone dressed the way you are is begging to be touched and talked to," Mike said.

"I am sorry if I have given you that impression, but I really am here for only a moment," Summer said less authoritatively, but as firm as she dared.

"Oh, don't apologize Mrs...? I don't even know your name, what is it?" Mike asked.

Summer knew now that she was going to be trapped if she gave him her full name. She had not been in this situation before and had no guidance from her young master as to what she could or should do.

"My name is Summer and it is nice to meet you," Summer said as she extended her hand to shake Mike's.

"Very nice to meet you Summer. What did you say your last name was?" Mike asked.

"Let's just keep it on a first name basis Mike," Summer responded.

"Well, have it that way Summer, but it would be nice to know your full name. I just know I have met you before," Mike replied.

As he sat with the teacher, Mike was searching his brain for where he had met the startlingly beautiful teacher. He knew that he had met her earlier this year, but could not for the life of him remember how or when. And, Mike wanted to know more about Summer after having seen exhibition in the salon window.

Mike looked down from Summer's eyes, passing a view of her still erect nipples and down to her legs. From the side, Mike could see the side straps of the teacher's red thong had slipped above the waistline of the spandex skirt. Mike saw that the hem was up to the top of Summer's thighs and he knew that it would only be minutes before he would once again get a good look of the woman's red panty covered pussy. So, Mike decided to step up the pressure on Summer in an effort to not only find out more about her, but also to get her more relaxed.

"Why aren't you *****ing your whiskey and beer Summer," Mike asked.

Now Summer was in another compromising situation. She was seated at a bar with an Irish whiskey and draft beer in front of her. Yet, Summer knew that she was not allowed to ***** either because she had not been instructed to do so. "No particular reason Mike. I was just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere I guess," Summer sheepishly replied.

"***** down the whiskey Summer. I can see that you are a little chilled in the bar and it might warm you up," Mike said firmly, but with a sly grin.

Summer did not immediately get Mike's meaning until she saw him looking at her tube top. Summer followed his eyes down and saw that her pierced nipples were poking against the thin fabric of the top. She could see the outline of the barbell piercings so Summer was sure that not only could Mike see the piercings, she was pretty confident that he could see the outline of her nipples. Summer quickly brought her arms up to her chest and just smiled sheepishly at the boat salesman.

"Oh, don't go all shy on my Summer. I have been watching you for the past hour and a half as you sat in the salon window. Put your arms down by your side, pick up your whiskey and shoot it right now," Mike said more demandingly.

Summer once again did not know what to do. She had been instructed to order the Irish whiskey and draft beer by her young master, but he had told her when she could ***** it. But, Summer's mind was reacting to the constant stares and now the words of the boat salesman. About that time, Summer felt like she was being rescued as her phone rang. She quickly retrieved the phone from her purse and saw that it was her young master calling. Now what was she to do? Should she answer as she was required and let Mike hear her address her young master. Or, did she answer the phone as she normally would and risk making the young master mad.

On the third ring Summer answered quietly, "Hello Master T."

"Slut, I am tied up at the moment and cannot get to Meehan's," came Todd's reply.

"What do you want me to do Sir," Summer replied in her lowest voice.

"Why are you whispering slut," Todd asked.

"Master T, I am sitting at the bar like you directed me, but there is someone sitting close and I am embarrassed that he might hear how I address you," Summer said.

"Do you know the man's name," Todd asked.

"Yes Master T, it is Mike Roberts," Summer responded.

Mike was watching the conversation and could make out portions of Summer's responses. He did hear quite clearly Master and Sir, which he found very interesting. He watched as Summer continued to whisper into her phone and Mike noted that Summer's nipples seemed to get harder as she talked.

"Do you have the remote control for your egg slut," Todd asked.

"Yes Master T, it is in my purse," Summer replied.

"Slut, hand your phone to Mike," Todd instructed.

"Please Master T, don't do that to me. I have done everything you have instructed me to do. Please do not humiliate me here with a stranger," Summer pleaded.

"Oh, but slut, you do know Mike don't you. I bet he does not remember you and your husband renting a boat from him this past summer. He hasn't recognized you yet, but I bet he would remember the very short shorts and tank top you wore the day you picked the boat up," Todd said.

"How do you know that Master T," Summer asked.

"Slut, when are you going to realize that I know everything about you? Now give him the goddamn phone like I told you or you will not like the consequences," Todd screamed into her ear.

"Mike, Master T would like to speak with you," Summer said in compliance with her instructions.

Summer watched as Mike carried on a conversation with her young master on her phone. Summer watched as Mike's eyes roamed her body with each sentence he exchanged with her young master. There was a pause and then Mike said, "Your Master T has told me to tell you to give me your remote control device."

Dejected and humiliated, Summer reached into her purse, pulled out the controller and handed Mike the remote control to the black egg that was buried deep in her pussy. Summer was sure that the juices of her pussy were fully coating the device and she prayed that it did not somehow slip out of her. Summer felt sure that her juices were pooling on the barstool as the more humiliated she became, the more turned on she was becoming.

"Your Master says to now ***** your shot of whiskey and then chase it with the draft beer," Mike said.

Summer immediately, held the whiskey shot glass to her lips, tilted her head back and quickly downed the shot. The whiskey immediately burned her throat and she made the low coughing sound so often accompanied by that burning sensation you get when you do a shot. "Now, chase that shot by chugging your beer and make sure to let some of the beer run out of the corners of your mouth and onto your tits slut," Mike said.

That last instruction Mike had made on his own, but it was met with a "Right on," from Todd.

As Summer drew the cold mug to her lips, she watched as Mike fumbled with the remote control. As she tilted her head back and the beer began to flow into her mouth, Summer watched in agony as Mike's thumb found the power switch and the egg jumped to life in her pussy. "***** up slut," Mike ordered.

As Summer started swallowing the cold beer, the vibrations in the egg increased in its intensity. The setting had to be nearly on the highest position as she held the mug to her lips and the last one third of the beer began to slide into her mouth into her throat. The sheer stimulation of the vibrating egg gave Mike his wish as beer spilled from both sides of Summer's mouth, ran down her face, over her chin and then dripped steadily onto her breasts. The cold beer gave additional stimulation to her nipples, which now felt to Summer like they would push through the thin material of the tube top very soon.

The beer that had escaped from her mouth was now running down her neck and into her cleavage. Summer shivered as the ice cold beer slowly dripped between her breasts and started running down her stomach where it started to make the upper waistband of her skirt wet.

Just as quickly as the glass of whiskey and beer were emptied, replacements quickly followed. Summer was instructed to ***** them one right after the other. Summer could not gulp down all of the beer and her upper breasts were getting coated with cold beer which of course was hardening her nipples even more. The vibrating egg was also stimulating Summer to the point that she had to uncross her legs and press her pelvic bone downwards towards the seat of the bar stool.

Mike got the view that he had been anticipating as he watched Summer uncross her legs. He noticed that she spread her thighs slightly and had begun to bite her lower lip. Mike watched as Summer slowly rocked her ass against the seat of the stool in a slight fucking motion. Mike saw that Summer had locked the heels of her platform shoes against the support rung of the stool. Summer's hands were pressing downward on her thighs in the hope that it would help to keep her from screaming due to the vibrations of the egg.

"Summer, turn towards the bar, spread your legs and rock your pussy against the stool until you cum," Mike ordered, which Todd heard over Summer's phone. As Summer began to turn, she had to raise one of her feet over Mike's foot as he had placed it between her feet on the support rung. When Summer did this, Mike could make out the full length of the crotch of her panties.

As Summer turned and faced the bar, Mike handed her phone back to her. With his right hand, Mike slowly slipped it inside the waistband of Summer's black spandex skirt. He grasped the straps of Summer's thong and gently pulled it upwards so that the material of the crotch pressed deeper inside her pussy as well as pressing harshly against her ass hole.

Summer put the phone up to her ear and heard her young master say, "Ok slut, spread your legs wide and cum for me while I listen."

"Please Master T, not here in the bar," Summer begged.

Her plea was met with silence and she knew her fate was sealed. This new man in her life, who still did not know who she was, had run his hand inside the waistband of her skirt and had pulled the back strap of her red thong deep into her ass crack as well as deeper between her pussy lips. Summer spread her legs further as she had been instructed and she felt Mike's hand slide further down inside her skirt. Summer leaned forward as she felt Mike's fingers slip between her ass cheeks and he was able to slip his middle finger against her anus.

Summer felt the familiar effect that the probing finger as well as the vibrating egg was having on her body. She could feel the vibrations of the egg deep within her pussy and how it was causing a vibrating sensation on her clit because the crotch of her thong had been pulled so deeply between her pussy lips. Then Summer felt Mike's other hand start on her mid-thigh and he began to work it up towards her pussy. Mike's touch was electric on her skin as the vibrating egg, his finger on her anus, the palm of her right hand placed on the bar and hearing the voice of her young master in her ear was driving her towards the orgasm that she now needed as well as craved. Mike's middle finger finally found Summer's pussy and he concentrated on the erect clit as the teacher splayed open her legs affording Mike direct access to the teacher's soaking wet panty crotch.

The female bartender stood in front of Summer and watched as the teacher bit her bottom lip. The bartender noticed Summer's pierced nipples pushing against the thinning material of the white tube top. The bartender saw that beer had dribbled down her neck and onto the tube top making it more see through. The bartender watched as Summer's body began to rock and back and forth on the bar stool. She saw the man with his hands wrapped around the teacher's waist and could tell that he was rubbing the teacher's pussy.

Summer continued to wait until her young master allowed her to cum. Summer was being mauled in a public bar and she was fighting back against the manual manipulations of Mike's two hands as well as the black vibrating egg buried deep in her pussy. Now her public *********** was being increased by the knowing gaze of the bartender.

"Please Master T let me cum," both Mike and the bartender heard the wanton teacher plead.

"Slut, I am not sure you really need to cum," was Summer's young master's reply.

"Please Master T. I need to cum badly," Summer pleaded.

Mike increased his assault on Summer's asshole and finally was able to wiggle his middle finger inside the teacher's ass. He was able to insert his finger just past the middle knuckle of his right hand. Mike then pressed harder against the thin material of the teacher's red thong which was pressed firmly against Summer's clit. Mike began to rub more rapidly up and down on the clit and he could feel it's hardness as he rubbed. The bartender continued to stare into Summer's eyes when she asked, "Do you need to cum?"

Summer bit her lip and once again pleaded with her young master, "Master T, PLEASE allow me to cum."

"Ok slut, you may come was the simple response," Summer heard through her phone.

Summer's body was wracked by the intensity of the orgasm. Her bright red fingernails of her hand tightly gripped the phone as it was pressed against her ear and her other hand was pressed tightly into the top of the bar. Summer's legs were spread wide and Mike's fingers were continuing to manipulate her clit as well as poking further into her anal passageway. Summer's *********** at the hands of strangers and the instructions of her young master had put her over the top to enjoy the immediate release right at the bar.

Next, Summer is taken to an adult theater and is prepped for the tattoos as well as additional piercings she will receive on Sunday at Marcos' salon...she had no clue that she would be permanently marked as Todd's slut on Sunday. Thanks to everyone who continues to read my Summer story. I am sorry that I am unable to post quickly, but I am delving deeply into her ********** and each chapter takes her further. Keep those comments and suggestions coming.

Summer Wayne is a 40 year old married high school Senior English teacher that is being blackmailed by one of her students. She is required to call him Master T and she is completely under his control. In just a little over ten days, Master T has had each of Summer's nipples pierced, each of her pussy lips is adorned with ring piercings and her left ear has been pierced with a large loop earring that includes three red beads that signifies to Master T that she is his. Summer has had her hair cut into a much younger cut that barely reaches her neck, it is jagged in style and her hair has received extensive highlighting to further change her appearance. Her fingernails have been lengthened by acrylic nails of almost ¾ inches in length and painted a bright red to match her toenails. She has been subjected to more public *********** in a bar near the hair salon at the hands of a boat salesman and bartender. Summer has no way to know, but her weekend will be filled with additional piercings, tattoo and additional ***********s...thanks to my friends for recommendations/suggestions for story lines especially Mike, Jack, John, Rebecca, Slut jenni, Susan and Elly.

(I apologize it took me so long to finish this chapter. I am working on exit strategies and when her husband comes home, so I do not want to screw up the story line with unanswered ideas and themes - keep them coming.)

As Summer's body stopped convulsing from the effects of the public orgasm and ***********, she continued to feel the finger sliding deeper into her ass and the fingers on her clit continued to manipulate her erect clit through the thin material of her red thong. Additionally, though at a lower setting, the black vibrating egg was still working deep inside her pussy.

Mike Roberts, the boat salesman, continued to manipulate the holes of the slut teacher right at the bar. There was no way he was going to stop until he was able to at least have the slut suck his cock. Summer still had her phone pressed to her ear while her young master listened and directed her actions as Mike manipulated her body under the watchful eyes of the bartender.

"Hand the phone to the bartender, Slut," Summer heard from her young master.

Summer took the phone away from her ear, handed the phone to the bartender and said, "Master T told me to give you the phone."

Quizzically, the bartender took the phone and said, "Hello".

"Hi, this is Summer's Master. To whom am I speaking," Todd asked.

The bartender responded, "My name is Barb".

"Well Barb, I am sure that you are a bit confused by what you are seeing from my slut. She is a teacher, but she really is my slut and does exactly what I tell her to do without question. Sometimes she hesitates and that irritates me, but all in all she is not too bad at this point in her training," Todd said.

"That is interesting for sure. What do you want from me," Barb asked.

"Well Barb, I am going to ask you to do a couple of things for me and to my slut. Can you do that for me without getting into trouble with Jack your owner," Todd asked.

"No Jack is not here and there is plenty of staff around to cover for me," Barb replied.

Todd then detailed to Barb what he wanted done to his slut and for him. Barb was to tell Mike to turn the vibrator off, but the egg was to remain inside Summer's pussy. Barb was then told to send Mike to the men's bathroom and to wait on Summer. Todd then told Barb to take Summer back to the bathroom area, lead her into the men's room. Barb was to take a picture of Summer standing inside the door making sure the men's room sign is visible. Next Barb was to make Summer pull her tube top down making sure that it fell below her breasts and she was to take a picture of Summer like that making sure to capture the look on her face.

Barb listened to the rest of Todd's instructions and then walked to the end of the bar to tell her partner that she was going to be away for a few minutes. He had noticed what had been going on at the end of the bar and had not been shocked by it as Meehan's had a reputation for erotic events happening there. But mostly those events happened at night and not in the middle of the afternoon. He smiled inwardly as he knew that Barb was into women just as much as she was into men. He had been with her when she had dominated one of the former waitresses at the bar and how she had ****** the young college student to submit to her demands. He wondered if the woman at the bar was going to be Barb's next conquest.

Mike continued to stroke Summer' clit and kept pushing his middle finger deeper into her ass. Summer for her part tried to remain calm under the physical attack by the boat salesman. She could not afford for him to find out who she was so she just allowed him to have his way with her hoping he would tire and leave. Summer was not one to look too far ahead these days as she fell further under Todd's control as well as her desire to please dominant men whenever she was confronted by them.

Barb walked back to the couple wrapped in intimate touching and said loud enough for most people to hear, "Mike, Summer's Master told me to tell you to go to the men's room. We will join you shortly. You should turn off the vibrating egg, but she is to leave it in her pussy."

"Really, he told you to tell me that," Mike asked.

"Yep, he has some more plans for his slut that involve you and me. So, please turn off the vibrator and go to the men's room as he has asked," Barb replied.

"Oh man, that sounds like fun," was Mike's quick reply as the flipped the switch on the controller and placed it on the counter in front of Summer.

As he pulled his finger out of Summer's ass, he could hear a slight moan emitted from Summer. He continued to rub her clit until he was able to adjust his cock so that it did not stand out directly in front of him. He stuck his fingers into the beer that was placed in front of Summer to wash her fluids off and then he wiped his fingers down the side of her face. "See you in a few minutes slut," Mike said to the humiliated teacher.

Barb then told Todd that Mike had left the bar and that the egg had been turned off, but it is still in her pussy as he had directed. She told Todd that she had poured another Irish whiskey and it was sitting right in front of Summer. Barb also told Todd that Mike had rinsed his fingers in the mug of beer. Todd felt like that was a really good touch.

"Slut, your master says for you to ***** the whisky now," Barb emphatically said.

Summer looked into the eyes of the cute bartender hoping to find some sympathy there, but saw none. Resigned to her fate again, Summer took the shot glass, which was twice the size of the previous two shots and poured it down her throat. Summer felt the whiskey burn all the way down into her stomach. It mixed with her stomach acids that were clamoring for food, but were only receiving ******* to satisfy the hunger there.

Summer was still seated on the wooden bar stool with the heels of her slut pumps still gripping the support bar between the legs of the bar stool. The hem of Summer's skirt was almost up to the red thong covered pussy while the side straps of her thong were clearly visible over the waist band of her spandex skirt. The white tube top clung to her body as it was at least one size too small and her breasts were straining against the front of the top, which only caused her erect pierced nipples to stand out more prominently.

Summer was feeling just a little tipsy from the two cold draft beers and the three shots of whiskey. She felt somewhat numb to the fact that she was on display in a fairly public bar being directed by another stranger, but the *********** of the situation was not lost on her. Summer was beginning to understand that the more she came under the directions of dominant personalities the more compliant she was becoming. Summer felt a strange sense of comfort knowing that Barb was talking to her master and that he would surely not ***** her to do anything that would cause her any legal problems. At this point, all Summer cared about was not being discovered by her ********, her husband and her employer. Summer was thankful that she did know anyone at the bar really as she had only briefly met Mike Roberts when she and James had rented a boat from him over the summer.

"Ok slut. We are going to go to the restrooms now. I am going to turn your vibrating egg back on and you are to rub your ass against the seat of the bar stool until I tell you to stop," Marg said as her thumb found the switch on the controller.

Summer felt the egg jump to life and once again the feeling of orgasmic need began to sweep over her body. "Put your hands on the bar to give yourself some balance," Barb ordered.

Summer grabbed the edge of the bar, pressed her ass down harder onto the wooden sea, began to rock slowly back and forth. This motion caused the already taunt crotch of her red thong to become even tighter against her clit. The rocking motion caused her clit to become erect again and her body was easily moving towards another orgasm. Summer noticed the flash and saw that Barb had taken a picture of her with her camera phone. Summer watched through glazed eyes as apparently Barb texted the picture to who knows who, but she figured it must have been to her Master T.

Summer watched as Barb pulled another draft beer and set it on the bar in front of her. Summer heard the "***** up," command and reached for the cold mug. Summer slowly began to ***** the cold liquid, but was soon prodded to make it quick. Summer had never been a real big beer *****er and now she was being ****** to down her third beer in less than 45 minutes. The beer had a harsher and darker taste. It was stronger than the other two beers.

Little drips of beer slipped around the outside rim of the beer mug and ran down Summer's chin falling into her cleavage. Summer could feel her nipples harden even more because of the cold shock of the beer hitting her breasts and draining down her cleavage. Summer's eyes came upon Barb's eyes and she noticed the steely look she was being given.

"Your master says that we are to go to the bathroom now," Barb advised the now slightly inebriated teacher.

Summer placed the mug back down onto the bar, turned to her left and stepped down off of the stool very unladylike as she lost her balance because the hem of her skirt had stretched too tightly across the top of her thighs to allow her much freedom of movement. Summer's motion caught the attention of a group of men seated at a booth down the row of booths that led to the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Summer pulled down on the hem of her skirt with both hands trying so hard to cover more of her body. But, what Summer did not realize was that when she tugged on the hem of the skirt, it only made the waist band of the skirt ride lower on her hips there by exposing more of the side straps of her bright red thong.

Summer reached back for her purse as it hung on the back of the bar stool and it slipped from hands to tumble to the floor with a loud splat. She froze not knowing what to do when she heard her newest tormentor call out, "Slut, pick it up and get your ass over here," Barb said quite loudly.

Summer looked around the bar and noticed the four men in the booth all looking at her. She tried her best to bend down ladylike, but the short skirt just would not allow her any dignity. She stooped to pick up her purse and her breasts almost popped over the tube top. The hem of the skirt rode up almost to the cheeks of her ass and more of the material of her thong appeared above the waist band of the skirt. Summer summoned her nerve once more, started walking towards Barb albeit more staggering because of the three shots and three beers she had been ****** to *****.

When Summer came even with Barb, she looked to her left and saw the eyes of the four men as they roamed over her body. Summer felt like she was being mentally stripped by the men as she walked. "Stop right there slut," Barb ordered.

Summer did as instructed and waited for the next instruction. Barb put her left hand on the small of Summer's back and slowly slide it down inside the waist band of the spandex skirt. Summer felt Barb's fingers hook the thin material of her thong and roughly pulled it upwards digging the material in her crotch deeper between her already fully swollen pussy lips. Barb left her hand there and nudged Summer down the hallway towards the bathroom.

As Summer reached for the door handle that opened the woman's bathroom door she felt Barb's hand withdraw from her skirt and then she heard Barb say, "No not that one slut, the men's room is where we are going."

"Please don't make me go in the men's room Barb," Summer begged.

"Slut, I am not making you go in the men's room. Your master is. Now push the door open and stand in the doorway," Summer was ordered.

Summer did as instructed and immediately saw that Mike Roberts was waiting in the bathroom with his pants unzipped slowly stroking a very large cock. Summer's eyes froze on the erect member as it stared at her with a small amount of pre-cum leaking from the slit on top of the big purple head. Summer was startled when Barb ordered, "Slut, pull your top down below your tits."

Summer looked pleadingly at Barb who still held Summer's phone to her ear with her young master at the other end of the cell signal. Summer dropped her head and reached up on both sides of her top and pulled it down over her breasts. Her nipples were already fully erect, but the cold air of the bathroom as well as the humiliating exposure in public seemed to make them harder.

"Put your arms above your head and grab the doorframe slut," Barb ordered.

Summer raised her hands above the door, still holding onto her purse and grabbed the grimy frame of the men's bathroom door. Summer felt the flash of the camera and then heard Barb say, "Turn around, face Mike and pull your skirt up over your hips."

Summer neither hesitated nor pleaded as she knew her fate was sealed by the mere fact that Barb was instructing her based on instructions she was being given by her young master. Summer grabbed the hem of her skirt and struggled to pull it up over her hips. Once she had accomplished the demand, she was told to spread her legs, pull the crotch of her thong to the side and show Mike her piercings. Mike could see the ring piercings quite clearly as well as the moisture that was seeping out of the teacher's pussy and he could also see the control wire of the egg that was still buried deep inside Summer's pussy.

Summer looked directly at Mike as she complied with her young master's instructions as they were relayed to her by her newest tormentor Barb. Summer watched as Mike continued to stroke his cock and soon she felt Barb's hand on her ass cheeks as she pushed her all the way into the bathroom. Summer heard the bolt lock on the door click and knew that she was trapped here in the one stall men's room. There Summer stood with her skirt up around her waist, the crotch of her thong pulled to the side revealing her swollen pussy lips as well as her piercings, her top pulled down below her breasts, nipples standing at attention by her piercings, Mike with his hard cock along with the cute bartender who was turning out to be quite a dominant.

Mike was the first to speak, "Nice piercings slut. Turn around and show Barb."

Summer did as she was instructed. "Spread your legs wider and put your hands behind your head slut," Barb ordered.

Summer released the wet material of her crotch and complied even though she still maintained a death grip on her purse. Barb reached up and tugged the purse from her hands. Summer saw Barb's eyes roam over her body first from her breasts and then down to her pussy lips. Barb then said, "Bend over at the waist with your hands still behind your head slut."

Summer bent over as directed knowing that her ass was fully exposed to Mike and that she was basically spread eagle while in this position. Summer felt Barb's hands softly massaging her back and shoulders. Summer could hear Barb's sharp intake of air as her hands squeezed and massaged different areas of Summer's back leading down to her ass cheeks.

"Reach behind and spread your ass cheeks for Mike," Barb ordered.

Summer slipped her hands from behind her neck, ran them down the sides of her torso and to her ass cheeks. Summer grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart. In this position, the string of her thong that formed her crotch was pulled tighter against her pussy cavity as well as her ass hole. Because earlier she had been instructed to pull the panties aside to show Mike her pussy, the control wire to her egg peaked around the material of her thong. "Spread those legs wider slut," came Mike's demand.

Summer struggled with the position and the effort to spread her legs wider. Her skirt was no longer the issue, but the platform stripper heels made it hard for her to be able to balance herself while bent at the waist and spreading her ass cheeks at the same time.

"Look up at me slut," Barb demanded.

As Summer raised her head, the flash of the camera reminded her of the situation she was in and the pictorial documentation of her ********** to these two new strangers. Summer continued to look up as Barb took several more shots of her in this position. Barb took a couple of minutes to text the newest pictures to not only Summer's master but to her phone for future viewing.

As Barb paused in her digital recording of the event, Mike moved around in front of Summer while continuing to stroke his cock. As he stepped in front of Summer, there was a bang on the door and a call for the person to open the door. Mike ignored the request and grabbed Summer's now shorter hair pulling her face towards his erect cock.

"Open your mouth slut. It is time for you to take care of my cock," Mike ordered as he pushed his hips forward while pulling Summer's hair towards him.

As Summer opened her mouth, she started to slide her hands from her ass cheeks. That action was met with quick slaps on each of her ass cheeks. "Who told you that you could remove your hands slut," Barb said angrily.

Summer's mouth opened to protest the slaps, but she was ***** fed Mike's large cock. He slowly fucked the head of his cock in and out of the teacher's mouth. He was giving her time to get adjusted to the size of the head because he knew from prior experiences that women had a hard time initially taking the full length of his cock without first showing her that he was not going to attack her mouth.

Summer tried to fight the invading cock because it was so large, but in her position with her hands grasping her ass cheeks and her hair being pulled towards the cock, she had no other option other than taking the cock in her mouth. For his part, Mike took it easy on Summer's mouth as he worked the head of his stiff cock into her mouth. Each thrust ****** his cock deeper into the teacher's mouth.

Barb knelt down beside Summer and aimed the camera display of Summer's own phone and took several pictures capturing the action. Barb texted those pictures to both her own phone and Todd's to further document Summer's **********.

Barb watched a little while longer as Mike began to fuck Summer's mouth in earnest. He had been promised by Todd that if he played along, she would reward him with a world class blow job. Mike had to admit that the teacher was performing quite well. He was hopeful to make the blowjob last longer, but there was a steady knock on the door from an impatient customer who had to empty his bladder.

Barb worked her way around behind Summer and started massaging the now reddening ass cheeks of the teacher. She began to spank Summer again as she was being ****** to take more and more of Mike's cock. Summer was being rocked back and forth by Mike's thrusts. As a result, each time she was ****** back, Summer felt the sting of Barb's hands on one of her ass cheeks.

Summer then felt hands pulling on the sides of her thong as Barb began working the thong over her hips and down her legs as far as it would go given her spread eagle position. Summer allowed her hands to move away from her ass cheeks to assist Barb in lowering the thong. Summer next felt the egg jump to life and fingers rubbing her clit. Barb began to manipulate Summer's clit between two fingers while her other hand continued to spank the teacher's ass cheeks. Mike increased the tempo of his thrusts as he grew ever closer to orgasm.

Summer's grunts from the hard spanking were muffled by the cock sliding down her throat. She had been able to accommodate the cock deep into her throat because of the position that she had been placed. The only issue for Summer was the constant spanking at the hand of Barb, which was ******* her closer to yet another orgasm. The sheer *********** of being ******** by these two strangers was more than she could stand. Summer's body erupted in orgasm just as Barb's fingers slipped inside her pussy.

Barb's fingers pushed the egg deeper inside Summer's pussy causing the egg to find just the right spot to cause Summer to lose control of her body as she fell to the floor. Summer was supported by the big cock buried in her throat and the three fingers that had been stuffed deep inside her pussy. Summer's legs were splayed wide open with the thin strings of the red thong stretched tightly across her lower thighs.

Barb was the first to change positions. She watched as Mike continued to fuck his cock in and out of Summer's mouth. Summer was almost completely passed out due to the intensity of her most recent orgasm. Her body was still shaking in response to the cock, the fingers, the egg and circumstances of her ********** as well as the *********** of complying with the directions of her young master again.

Barb reached down and grabbed Summer's wrists and pulled her hands up over her head. Looking directly at Mike, Barb gave Todd's final instructions that he was to start cumming in his slut's mouth, but he was to pull out, splash his cum all over Summer's face and breasts marking her for the slut she was.

Summer did not resist Barb's manipulations as she was too spent to care. Summer rested her head against Barb as Mike continued to fuck his cock into her mouth. Summer's saliva was sliding out the corners of her mouth and her throat gripped the cock head each time it was ****** there. Summer wanted to receive Mike's cock so that she could satisfy her craving to please as well as to bring this *********** session to an end.

Summer felt Mike's rhythm pick up and soon she felt his cock get even harder, which Summer did not think was possible. Barb pressed her abdomen forward giving Summer's head no place to go, but to accept the cock deeper than before. Mike looked directly into Barb's eyes and said, "I am cumming."

Mike was tempted to let the first couple of eruptions splash against the back of Summer's throat. But who was he to change what Summer's young master had required for him to be able to experience such an erotic encounter. So, Mike jerked his cock out of the teacher's mouth, grabbed it with his right hand and began stroking the saliva covered cock while aiming it at Summer's face. The first eruption hit Summer's nose and then dribbled down over her lips. Mike's second eruption splashed on the teacher's chin and then began to run down her neck. Mike then aimed his cock at Summer's chest and splash after splash of his hot cum fell on Summer's breasts. Mike tried to take careful aim at her nipples, but he was too caught up in the ecstasy of the orgasm, that he did not really take careful aim.

At the same moment as Mike pulled his cock away from Summer, Barb released the teacher's wrists. Summer remained kneeling on the floor of the men's restroom with Mike's cum dripping down her face onto her breasts. Barb once again picked up Summer's camera and snapped off a couple of pictures, which she quickly texted to Todd that depicted Summer's ********** in the restroom. It was quite apparent that Summer was a slut and that she had been marked by another man's cum.

Mike and Barb helped Summer to her feet. They leaned Summer back against the counter top next to the sink. Summer's skirt was still up over her waist, her tube top was below her breasts, her pierced nipples had sprinkles of Mike's cum on them, her red thong was pulled tightly across her lower thighs and her engorged pussy lips were highlighted by the ring piercings. The black egg continued to send vibrations through-out Summer's body, but her mind could not comprehend the message at this point.

Mike stood back, pulled his camera phone out of his pocket and quickly snapped off a couple of pictures as a memento from the experience. His now semi-erect cock was still extended through the opening in his pants. "Do you want me to help you dress her before I leave," Mike asked Barb.

"No, you have completed your part of the *********** of this slut. Her Master has a few other things she is to suffer, but none that you will help with," came Barb's reply.

Barb let Summer rest against the counter top. She knew that she would have to open the door to the bathroom before creating a scene where the other male patrons of the bar could not come to relieve themselves. But, that was the next part of Summer's ***********. Barb had been told to make Summer rub her pussy while the other male patrons came into the restroom. Summer was not permitted to cum, but the men who came in were not allowed to fuck Summer, but they were allowed to touch her.

As soon as Mike stepped to the door but before he unlocked it, he heard Barb's new instructions," Slut, put the fingers of one hand in your pussy and with your other hand rub that hard clit of yours until you are told to stop. You are not allowed to cum until you beg to do so."

Summer watched as Mike exited the restroom while winking at the slut teacher. Summer did not move immediately because not only was she stunned by the new instructions, her body was still in the throes of orgasm. She was brought back to reality when Barb slapped each breast making sure to flick each nipple. "Do it now slut," was Barb's command.

Summer, with her breasts smarting from the two slaps, lowered her hands to her pussy. The two middle fingers of her left hand slipped easily between her swollen pussy lips and found her inner pussy soaking wet. Her fingers could feel the vibrations of the black egg as it continued its assault on her body. Summer's right hand found its way down to her clit and she began to stroke it slowly as it was super sensitive from all of the recent orgasms.

The *********** of being directed by another woman in the men's restroom hit home with Summer. She was submitting again to a total stranger and she could not control herself. The fingers in her pussy and on her clit were bringing her once again towards another orgasm.

As Summer thrust her fingers deeper into her pussy, the door to the restroom opened. Two men walked through the door and shouted at Barb, "Why the fuck is the door locked Barb?"

"Hey wait a minute Barb. What the fuck is she doing in here," asked one of the men.

"She is being punished by her Master," Barb replied.

"Doesn't look like it is much punishment if you ask me," the other man added.

"Well, she has to stand there rubbing and fucking her pussy while any man is here doing his business," Barb said.

"Can we touch her Barb," the men asked.

"Sure, you just cannot fuck her," the waitress replied.

Both men closed in on Summer. Her hands were driving her to the brink of orgasm and the continuing *********** now with more strangers was having the all too familiar effect on the teacher. She closed her eyes and stroked her erect clit in earnest. Summer felt the men's hands on her breasts as they pawed at them while pulling her nipples by grasping the piercings, but avoiding the obvious cum still moist on her chest. She felt hands on her ass and fingers spreading her ass cheeks. Then she felt a finger wiggle its way against her puckered asshole and into her ass.

The hands, the egg, the situation, her hands all were bringing Summer closer and closer to orgasm when Summer heard Barb tell them to take their hands off of the slut. Barb told the men that the slut was not allowed to cum.

"Hey Larry, let's get the slut to help us piss," the other man said.

"Yeah Spike that is a great idea," replied Larry.

"Barb is it ok if we get this slut to hold our cocks as we piss," Larry asked.

"I do not see why not," Barb responded.

Barb then addressed the teacher who was still rubbing her clit furiously, "Slut, take these men's cocks and help aim them into the urinal. If you don't do it right, I will let them piss down your throat."

The men pulled Summer's hands away from her pussy, but with some effort as Summer did not want to stop rubbing herself. Each man fished out his cock, both semi erect, positioned Summer between them, placed one of her hands on their cocks and then had her position the cocks aimed at the water in the cup of the urinal. Both men's urine flows started at about the same time. Summer could feel the splash of moisture from the urinals as the men's hot piss hit the back of the urinals.

All the while Summer was aiding the two strangers in their urination, she felt fingers kneading her ass cheeks and twisting her nipples. One man managed to work a finger inside her ass and he was fucking it into Summer as he pissed.

As Summer continued to hold the two cocks, she felt the egg in her pussy stop vibrating. She looked to her right and she watched in horror as Barb continued to film her *********** with the video recorder of her phone.

"Ok slut, clean the piss from my cock head," Summer heard one of her newest tormenters say.

The men backed away from the urinals and they turned Summer around. With hands on her shoulders, Summer felt downward pressure as she was ****** onto her knees in the bathroom right in front of the urinals. She felt moisture on her knees and that added to the *********** that she was enduring, but at the same time craving. The more *********** she received the more turned on she became.

The first man offered up his cock by rubbing it across the teacher's lips. Summer opened her mouth and tasted the salty head of the man's cock and she concentrated on the pee hole opening. Summer pulled her mouth off of the first cock and repeated her cock cleaning action with her mouth.

Satisfied, both men released their hold on Summer's shoulders, zipped up their pants and exited the restroom leaving Summer kneeling on the floor.

"Well that was certainly disgusting slut," Barb said to the still kneeling teacher.

"But your ********** here is done. Clean up, re-apply your make-up like the slut you are, fluff your new hair style and then meet me at the bar," Barb said as she walked out of the men's restroom.

Summer quickly scrabbled to her feet, pulled up her thong tugging tightly between her pussy lips. She ran water in the sink, grabbed some paper towels and quickly wiped the grime from her knees. Summer used additional paper towels to remove the remaining caked cum that was still splattered on her breasts that Mike had deposited there a few minutes ago. Summer quickly toweled the moisture off of her breasts, neck and face. She pulled her thin, white tube top up over her breasts. Looking in the mirror she saw her very erect nipples and the outline of her piercings.

Once Summer had pulled the tube top in place her nipples and nipple piercings were again prominent, which reflected that she was still turned on and the circumstances of her ********** further heightened her erotic state. Summer pulled the spandex skirt back down as far as she could trying to make sure that her ass cheeks were covered by the short skirt. She felt the hem of the skirt rest against the upper portion of her thighs, but this meant that the side and back straps of her thong would be clearly visible over the waist band of the skirt. It was a catch-22 for Summer. Either she exposed her ass cheeks and the crotch of her thong or she allowed anyone looking to see the material of her thong resting on her hips above the waist band of the skirt. Summer chose covering her ass cheeks.

Summer went about reapplying her make-up making sure that her cheeks were rosy and that her eye shadow evoked a slutty look highlighting her hazel eyes. Summer started to work on her hair, but the woman that appeared in the mirror was so different from the one who had started the day. Her brunette hair had been chopped off so that the ends barely touched her shoulders. The cut was jagged and her hair had almost white highlights through-out. She looked like a millennial, not a high school English teacher. Summer's eyes welled up in tears, but she knew her fate was sealed because she could not control her *********** nor could she stop the constant feeling of the need to please. It was like a **** to the teacher. The more she was degraded, the more turned on she became.

Once she was satisfied that her make-up and hair would be satisfactory to her young Master, Summer exited the men's room. As she walked back across the bar, Summer could feel the eyes of the two men who had ****** her to hold their cocks while they pissed and then had made her clean the piss from their cocks. The bar was fuller than when she had been sitting with Mike, but still not full.

Summer felt her breasts bouncing as she walked across the bar and she could hear her heels clicking on the tile floor as she walked. She felt her nipples harden as her body felt the cool air of the bar. Her pussy was still gripping the black vibrating egg buried deep inside her.

Summer walked up to the end of the bar and stood there until Barb noticed that she was there. Once she noticed, Barb poured a tequila shot for the teacher and set it before her. "Now slut, you are to take this down in one swallow, march out the front door and stand there until your master arrives," Barb instructed Summer.

"Oh and slut, your Master is pleased with your pictures as well as your performance," Barb added.

Barb's last comment brought a brief and slight smile to Summer's face. She reached forward, grabbed the shot glass, brought it up to her lips and threw the harsh liquid against the back of her throat. Summer felt the tequila burn all the way down to her stomach. She was still tipsy from the whiskey and beer that she had had earlier while sitting at the bar with Mike.

Summer composed herself, grabbed her purse, pulled at the hem of her skirt and headed for the front door. The walk across the bar's tile floor was agonizing for Summer. She did not think anyone she knew would be in the bar, but what would happen if she did see someone she knew.

Fortunately, Summer made her way out of the bar, out the front doors and onto the sidewalk that ran the length of the strip center. Summer edged away from the front door to the side of the entrance to the bar. She stood there as the Saturday afternoon shoppers walked by her. Summer saw leers from the women and gazes up and down her body from the men. The young boys who had watched her in the salon came by several times. She knew that her young Master was making her wait purposefully.

Summer's phone rang at that moment and she saw that it was her Master T. "Yes Master T," Summer said as held the phone to her ear.

Holding the phone up to her ear ****** the tube top upwards slightly exposing more of the under-side of her breasts. "Walk back to the salon slut using the sidewalk keeping the phone up to your ear," Todd ordered.

Summer heard the line go dead, but knew that Todd wanted her to further expose herself as she walked. There was no way to conceal the fact that her nipples were pierced as holding the phone up to her ear further stretched the material of the white tube top. The side straps of her thong were fully revealed as she walked. The stripper platform high heels made walking down the crowded sidewalk very difficult. She kept bumping accidently into people as she walked. But she noticed that men went out of their way to bump into her making sure that their elbows found one of her breasts.

By the time Summer had made her way back to the salon, she believed that she had been jostled by every man that walked by as she had been ****** to stroll down the very busy sidewalk. She was trembling as the walk in the heels had made her calf's burn, but the muscles of her pussy had continued to grip the black vibrating egg (even though it was not vibrating at the moment) which caused her pussy to flow and continue to keep the thin strip of material of the thong's crotch soaked with her juices.

Once she found her way to the front of the salon, Summer took the phone away from her ear. Her arm was tired and there was just a little bit of sweat that had accumulated in the crack in her elbow area. The temperature for late September was still hot and sweat had formed on Summer's forehead and between her breasts. The walked had caused her top to slowly work downward exposing more of her breasts. Summer could see that her nipples were prominently displayed for all to see. She could easily see the outline of her nipples as they were held erect by her barbell piercings.

Summer was startled when she heard the sound of a car horn. It got her attention as well as the many people on the sidewalk. She looked toward the sound and she saw her BMW convertible in the middle of the parking lot with her young master at the wheel. He motioned to Summer with a brief wave of his hand.

Summer steeled herself and stepped away from the front of the salon towards her waiting master. Summer hoped that her day of *********** was over. She thought about the locks of her brunette hair lying on the floor of the salon from the jagged styling that Midge had administered. The highlights in her hair had made Summer to appear less professional and more likely to be thought of a tramp. The edge of the hair style barely touched her shoulders and the thought of the time that it had taken to grow the former length was now a distant memory.

Summer could hear her platform heels click across the hot asphalt parking lot. She had to watch her step as there were a couple of occasions where the man driving a car was distracted by her appearance as well as the sight of her nipples pressing hard against the skin tight material of her white tube top.

As Summer reached the passenger side door, she heard, "What a nice style you have. Those highlights really make you look like a slut. Midge deserves a bigger tip."

Summer started to open the door, but before she could she heard her young master say, "Slut, turn around and let me see the back of your head."

Without hesitation, Summer turned around to face away from her young master, but towards an SUV parked next to hers. The occupants of the SUV were staring at her as she followed her young master's directions. Her nipples were almost poking through the thin material of her white tube top. The hot afternoon sun was causing little drops of sweat to form on her upper lip, forehead and between her breasts.

Summer just looked straight ahead as she waited for her master's next instruction. "Slut, turn around and bend over at your waist as I want to see the highlights up close," was her next instruction.

Summer slowly turned around which was awkward because of the tightness of her skirt and the high platform heels she was wearing. "No, lean into the car and let me see your hair," Todd said.

Summer hesitated at that moment. If she did as instructed, the hem of her skirt would rise up exposing her ass and thong to the occupants of the SUV. If she did not, she would face punishment from her young master. She hesitate too long and she heard the car start and when Todd put the car in reverse, Summer knew that she had no choice.

"Master T, I am sorry I hesitated, but there are people in the SUV behind me and I will be exposing myself to them. I do not want to get arrested for public indecency," Summer said pleadingly.

"I don't give a **** what you think slut. Bend over into this car or I will leave you standing her in the lot and you can get your own way back to your house," Todd said sternly.

"Master T please do not make me do this," Summer begged.

"You have until I get to one to do what you have been told to do slut," Todd said.

As Todd opened his mouth to shout one, Summer acquiesced and leaned into the car, feeling the hem of her black skirt rise up and over her ass cheeks. Summer holding on tightly to her purse placed her hands onto the passenger seat. Summer felt a slight tug on her hair as her young master pulled her further into the car. Summer was leaning into the car standing almost on her tip toes as the heels of her platform shoes came off of the asphalt surface.

Summer felt the muscles of the back of her thighs begin to tighten under the strain of the position she was ****** to endure, but the greater concern to her was the view she was affording the occupants of the SUV.

The couple in the SUV at first was shocked, but then intrigued by the beautiful woman as she stretched her body into the convertible. The man leaned across the woman to get a better view of Summer's legs and ass. Sure enough, the skirt came up almost to her hips and the couple could clearly see the thin material of Summer's red thong.

Summer heard commotion in the parking lot, but did not dare try to rise up from her bent position. Todd continued to tug on Summer's newly shorn and highlighted hair. He told Summer to give him her purse, which she easily did as it was in her hands on the passenger seat.

Todd fished around in the teacher's purse and found the control to the black egg that he knew was still buried in his slut teacher's pussy. He began to wonder what the couple in the SUV thought about the site of this sexy woman draped across the door to the convertible. He could only imagine what they were thinking, but he knew they were being entertained.

Todd found the dial and turned the egg back on to a medium setting. He kept his hand tangled in the teacher's newly shorn and highlighted hair. He was punishing her for not immediately complying with his instructions again. He twisted her more tightly in his hand and put the controller on the dash of his teacher's BMW convertible. He then reached up behind Summer and began to pull the white tube top upwards which caused her to stretch even further on her toes to keep her balance without falling into the car. He was able to work the top over the tops of Summer's breasts and into her arm pits. Now he had her splayed fully exposed to the SUV occupants and the egg beginning to work its magic on the slut teacher.

Summer felt the tug of her tube top just when the black egg jumped to life. Her immediate reaction was a deep intake of air as well as to try and squeeze her legs tightly together to keep the egg from further stimulating her body. Her actions only caused the egg to push tighter against the inner walls of her sopping wet pussy.

The occupants in the SUV were now being treated with a direct view of Summer's ass as well as the thin material of her thong pressed between her ass cheeks. The woman lowered the passenger window so that there would not be any obstruction to their view. They could just make out moisture on the inside of the woman's thighs as they pressed together tightly as well as being pressed against the door of the car.

"Spread your legs slut. This is your punishment for not following my instructions immediately," Todd ordered.

Summer slowly opened her legs while trying to maintain her balance as the pressure from Todd's grip on her hair as well as the position she was in draped over the passenger door was causing the muscles of her legs to feel like they were on fire from the stress of the position. As Summer's feet moved outward, the intensity of the egg's vibration increased. Todd began to pull and release the pressure on Summer's hair making it appear that she was giving a blow job while bent over the side of the car.

The couple in the SUV were straining their necks to get a better view of Summer's ass. The man slid his hands under his wife's light summer sweater and began massaging her breasts. The woman kept her eyes glued on Summer's ass and on the ring piercings that had peaked out from between the woman's legs surrounding the red material of the thong.

Summer's body was reacting to the stimulation being applied by Todd's firm grasp of her hair as well as from the vibrations of the egg. Additionally, the *********** of being watched by complete strangers only added to her sense of arousal from her degradation as the student's slut.

"Fuck your hips against the car slut. Show the couple how you fuck," Todd ordered.

With that, Todd began to pull and release Summer's hair to ***** her to push up against and then back away from the side of the car. Each action only served to hike her skirt up further and draw her ever closer to another orgasm.

Todd slid a pink butt plug into Summer's mouth and told her to suck it. He pulled more forcibly on Summer's hair ******* her to fuck her hips harder against the side of the door. He could hear Summer slobbering on the butt plug which was buried all the way to the base of the plug in the teacher's mouth. Todd looked at the couple leering from the passenger window of their SUV and he just smiled at them. He ran his free hand down the sides of the teacher and tugged at the waistband of her skirt, which hiked the skirt up so that her entire ass was exposed to anyone looking especially the couple.

Summer's body was reacting strongly to the physical, emotional *********** of her young master's actions. Her body was drawing ever closer to orgasm and she knew that she could not cum without his approval. How could she ask for approval when her mouth was filled with her pink butt plug?

Having pulled the waistband of his slut teacher's skirt until the hem was totally over her hips, Todd raised his hand and gave each ass cheek a quick slap and said, "Cum slut."

Without further thought or action, the exposed and humiliated teacher's body erupted in another public orgasm. Her body fucked hard against the side door panel of her own car as her young master pulled her hair again. Summer's thoughts were on her surroundings and who might be looking, but those thoughts did not keep her from cumming when allowed by her young master.

The woman in the SUV was in flames as her husband had successfully released her breasts from her bra. He had been pulling on her nipples as he kissed her neck all the while watching the show just outside of the passenger window of the SUV. His wife's nipples were very erect and she had slid her hand between her legs and was rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her slacks.

Without so much as a pause, Todd released Summer's hair, pushed her backwards so that she almost fell to the ground in mid orgasm and told her to get in the car. Summer started to straighten up her clothes, but her action was met with the stern look from her young master that she knew would be trouble if she did not immediately comply. Summer opened the passenger car door, slid around it and collapsed into the seat. Only then did she look up to see the man and woman peering out of the SUV's window. Summer thought she could see that the woman was in mid orgasm as Todd backed her BMW out of the space and headed out of the parking lot.

Summer was sitting with her skirt pulled up to her waist and her tube top pulled up over her breasts. Her pierced nipples were poking directly forward facing the oncoming traffic. Summer's legs were splayed outward in an almost obscene manner showing off her red thong and her pussy lips as they wrapped around the thin material of the crotch.

Summer remained that way through the silence of her young master. The afternoon air was still hot for the middle of September. Summer could not believe that the school year had started at the first of August and now 45 days later she finds herself being driven by a student who is blackmailing her into being a slut. She is laid out on the leather seat of her own convertible for anyone to see her pierced nipples, her panties and her new hair style. Summer did feel satisfied because of the most recent orgasm, but the place and the manner in which she had received her orgasm caused her to shiver about the possibilities of being caught by the police and charged with indecent exposure. Thankfully, her young master had selected a semi-private place to park so there was some comfort in knowing that she had not been seen by anyone else other than the couple in the SUV.

Afraid to do anything without first being told to do so was unnerving for the teacher. The car was careening down a four lane road to some unknown place that was not in the direction of the home that she shared with her husband, James, who would not be back from Asia until the first part of November.

Summer noticed that her young master was slowing the car as he made a sharp left hand turn into an older, long suffering shopping center. The center was comprised of several Korean eating establishments, the obligatory massage salon, a Mexican restaurant, a strip club called Extreme and an X-Rated theater called Smith Lane Ultimate Theater or SLUT Theater for short. How appropriate Summer thought.

"Slut, pull yourself together. I thought we would go and enjoy some light entertainment on the big screen today. Fix your fucking make-up. You are a slut, not a whore," Todd ordered.

Todd's comment struck Summer as odd as she always felt like she was being pushed towards being a whore. Sometimes, she felt like she was a whore because she always seemed to be paying for sex in some way.

Summer pulled her tube top back into place, but her nipples remained erect. Summer tried her best to pull the spandex skirt back into place, but it was impossible given that she was seated in her car. Summer pulled the sunshade down and flipped open the mirror that was on the reverse side. As Todd closed the convertible top, Summer looked at the state of her make-up. She was shocked by her appearance as she looked like she had slept in her make-up.

Summer quickly went about cleaning up the make-up that had run down her face from her eyes and lipstick. She quickly reapplied the eye shadow that Todd required her to wear. Summer freshened her cheeks and then reapplied her fuck me now red lip stick. Once finished, she turned and looked at her young master, "Master T, does this please you," the poor teacher asked.

"Yes slut that is better. So, get out of the car and let's go inside the theater. Couples get in free," Todd replied.

Todd exited the convertible leaving the teacher to fend for herself. Summer quickly climbed out of the passenger seat, shut the door and tried her best to catch up to her young master. She had never been in an adult theater before, but she remembered the glory hole experience and Summer was hopeful that this experience would not be as degrading. But, no matter the circumstances, Summer knew that her role was to make sure her young master was pleased.

Todd continued to walk ahead of the hurrying teacher. He was enjoying hearing her rush up to him as her platform stripper heels prevented her from running, but she managed to shuffle across the uneven pavement of the theater to join her young master at the ticket window.

Summer stood beside her young master as he conversed with the man behind the ticket window. As Todd talked, Summer watched the man leer at her through the thick glass wall. Summer could feel her nipples hardening under the degrading gaze of the stranger, but Todd only took more time to allow the man a longer view of his teacher slut.

Todd moved towards the door and opened it to allow Summer to enter the theater first. Summer's body was met with the cold air of the theater. Summer felt goose bumps rise all over her body and her nipples pressed firmly against the thin white tube top that barely covered Summer's breasts.

"Do you need to pee slut," Todd asked.

"Yes Master T. Please let me go to the bathroom," Summer answered.

Todd turned, told the ticket taker his slut needed to go to the bathroom and asked where the bathroom was. The man told them that it was around the corner just before the entrance on the left side of theater one. The ticket taker also told Todd that the couples' only section was down that aisle and was limited to the first six rows as well as the first six seats on each row. The ticket taker also said that it is not uncommon for men to wander into the couples' only section and if they bothered them, Todd should just tell them to leave.

Todd walked to the left side of theater one and stopped at the women's bathroom door. "Slut get in there, do your business, take your egg out and bring it out to me when you are done," Todd ordered.

Summer rushed past her young master and made her way into the bathroom. Summer was surprised at how clean it was as she had feared that it would be unclean. Summer stepped into one of the stalls, pulled her tiny soaked red thong down her legs, spread her legs, reached between them to locate the receiver cord and pulled the egg from her pussy. Summer was pleased that she was able to retrieve the egg so easily and she was amazed at how much pussy juice was on the egg.

Summer sat down on the toilet, relieved her bladder, stood up, pulled her thong back into place and flushed the commode. Summer then walked to the sink, turned on the water only to find that there was only cold water. She placed her hands under the faucet, washed her hands, turned off the water and then reached for the paper towels only to find that there were none. Summer just took her hands and rubbed the cold water onto her arms and legs to dry her hands. Of course the cold water gave her another chill which sent stimulation to her already erect nipples. Summer realized that she was still quite tipsy from all of thet shots and beer she had been ****** to ***** at Meehan's.

Summer headed out of the bathroom and with an open palm, handed her black egg to her young master. Todd looked at the egg and asked, "Did you clean the egg slut?"

Summer looked at Todd and hesitantly replied, "No Master T I forgot to do that."

"Slut, how dare you give me a nasty egg covered in your slut juices? Lick this clean now," Todd shouted at the teacher.

Todd's voice attracted attention from men who had been in the lobby as he and Summer had walked into the theater. They had followed them around to the left side of theater one and were just loitering around watching Todd and his older slut.

Summer turned to go back into the bathroom when she heard, "Slut where are you going? Lick that egg completely clean now."

Summer was now trapped again. She knew that she had made her young master angry, but she also knew that she would now be putting on a show of ********** to several men who were in the lobby area inching closer and closer to her. Summer raised the egg to her lips and began to systematically lick her pussy juices from the egg. She made sure to lick every inch of the egg before offering it back to her young master.

Todd held the black vibrating egg up by the receiver cord and pretended to carefully inspect the stimulation tool. He turned it first one way and then the next. He moved it closer to Summer and pointed to the tip of the egg as he held it above her head. "You missed a spot slut. I said lick it completely clean," Todd said quite loudly.

As Summer moved her tongue up towards the egg, Todd raised his hand which distanced the tip of the egg from Summer's tongue. Todd raised the egg just high enough so that Summer was ****** to inch up on the tip toes of her platform heels and stretch her tongue upwards fully to barely be able to touch the tip of her tongue to the tip of the egg. "Clean it until I tell you to stop slut," Todd ordered.

Todd kept her in this position as the men began to inch closer to Summer. By ******* her to stand on the toes of her heels, Todd was ******* Summer's breasts outward and the tube top was stretching tighter and tighter across her breasts. Todd could see Summer's erect nipples straining against the thin fabric of the top and he could easily make out the outline of both her nipples as well as the bar bell piercings in each one.

Once the crowd of men had moved to within just a couple of feet, Todd said, "Ok slut. Let's go in and watch some porn."

Todd opened one of the double doors leading into theater one. Summer followed nervously behind her young master as the men had drawn closer to her as she had been put on exhibition while being made to clean her black vibrating egg. The men were right behind her and Summer's nerves were on high alert as she was concerned about her safety.

As she entered the theater, the sheer darkness made her very uneasy. She did not immediately see her young master and had to call out, "Master T where are you?"

"Right here slut," Todd answered.

Summer felt his hand grab her right arm as he walked down the aisle pulling her behind him. Summer was having trouble seeing where she was going because it was so dark and the incline down the aisle way was a little steeper than a normal theater she thought. Summer stumbled behind Todd as her platform heels did little to provide her with sound footing on the carpeted aisle way. A couple of times Summer's heels caught in little tears in the carpet.

Todd stopped suddenly and Summer stumbled into him. She had not been prepared for such a sudden stop. "Fuck slut watch where you are going," Todd admonished the teacher.

Todd pushed Summer into a row of seats by nudging her in the back. She felt seat cushions against the outside of her right leg as she bumped into the seats. Todd grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her down onto one of the seats. When Summer sat down she looked straight up at the screen and saw a woman bent over an ottoman while being fucked from behind and sucking a cock at the same time.

Summer nervously looked around the theater and saw that she was sitting in row five of the theater. Todd was next to her and he leaned in to say, "Don't worry my slut. This is the couples' section where the first six rows as well as the first six seats are reserved for couples only."

Hearing those words gave Summer some sense of security even though she was in an X-rated movie theater that smelled funny and looked to be way past its prime. Summer concentrated on the onscreen action to help take her mind off of her surroundings. She was mesmerized by the action on the screen as the woman seemed to be impaled on two gigantic cocks as they fucked in and out of her body.

Summer saw motion to her right and she glanced over to see that several men had sat down near the couples' section, but had not invaded the reserved space. "My God they are so close to me and I am sitting here dressed like such a slut," Summer thought to herself.

As the on-screen action continued to get hotter and hotter, Summer could feel her body begin to respond to the stimulation her eyes and brain were receiving from the big screen. She felt so exposed in the theater as her skirt had ridden up her legs and she glanced down to see the red crotch of her thong peeking from the hem of her spandex skirt. She started pulling the hem down her legs which was met with a quick as well as stern rebuke from her young master.

Summer then felt Todd's right hand as he placed on her leg mid-thigh. He squeezed Summer's thigh quite firmly and then began to inch his hand up her leg stopping only to squeezed her upper thigh as his hand felt the hem of his slut teacher's skirt.

"Spread your legs slut so I can get to that wet pussy of yours," Todd ordered.

Summer had no choice but to do as she was being instructed. As she spread her legs, the hem of her skirt raised higher further exposing more of her panties. Even though the theater was dark, the bright light from the onscreen action illuminated all of her features. The men were moving closer to her and Summer's mind was on high alert. She felt uneasy with all of the leering eyes, but at the same time, her young master's touch was having a profound effect on her body as her eyes stayed glued to the screen.

Todd continued to slide his hand up Summer's leg until he found the crotch of her panties. After a couple of strokes of her crotch he said, "Nice wet pussy slut. Spread your legs further and start playing with yourself while you watch the movie."

Summer hesitated ever so slightly which was followed by a terse, "Now," command by her young master.

Summer then felt Todd's hand disappear from her pussy and she saw out of the corner of her eye that he had turned and was fully facing her. On the screen she saw that the men had switched places and the man that had been receiving a blow job had ****** his huge cock into the woman's ass. The other man had grabbed the woman on each side of her head by her hair and was forcibly fucking his cock into her mouth. The moans of the woman could be heard through-out the theater on the speakers attached to the walls. Summer could see saliva escaping from the sides of the woman's mouth as the camera took in all of the action.

Summer slowly lowered her right hand down between her legs. She kept her eyes glued to the big screen trying to avoid eye contact with the men gathering around her. Summer's fingers found the wet crotch of her panties and began to slowly make a circle playing with her pussy lips and lightly touching her erect clit. She felt the crotch of her panties slipping between her pussy lips and she was then able to feel her ring piercings in each pussy lip.

Summer continued to concentrate on the screen as she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder. Summer let out a soft moan at the touch of her young master. The hand slowly massaged her shoulder and then worked its way up along her neck. The hand moved up and down her neck pausing every so often to massage a different area.

The soft touching of her young master's hand allowed Summer to relax further and she began to concentrate on the fingering of her clit. She pushed her legs further apart ******* the hem of her skirt further upwards where it no longer covered her red thong. Her fingers started slowly and then began to build up speed in stimulating her clit.

The woman on the screen began to moan even more loudly and Summer was amazed that any sound could escape from her lips based on the size of the cock being shoved down her throat. Summer watched as the man fucking her ass grabbed each of the woman's hips and he began a vicious assault on her ass. Summer concentrated on the cocks as they pumped in and out of the woman on the screen. The cocks looked like they were ten feet long and the heads were buried deeply into the woman.

Summer's fingering pace was quicker as she drew closer to orgasm. She had slid her left hand down and had pulled the crotch of her thong to the side which gave her full access to her clit. Out of the corner of her eye, Summer noticed that her young master was positioned facing her, but that one hand was slowly stroking his cock while the other was propped on the seat in front of him. Summer then realized that the hands massaging her neck and shoulders were those of another man.

Summer tensed at the realization and took her hand away from her sopping wet pussy. This action caused an immediate rebuke from her young master, "Slut, keep stroking my cunt. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Master T," was Summer's only reply as she closed her eyes to comply with her young master's direction.

The men that had gathered around Summer heard her response and immediately the hands of the men became more aggressive. The man that had been massaging her neck, slid up and grasped her newly styled hair and pulled it backwards pinning her head to the back of the chair. The man on her right reached over and began massaging Summer's right breast while a man behind her reached over the seat and began massaging her left breast. Summer felt a hand on her right leg and she opened her eyes to see three men sitting in front of her. Summer now had at least six strange men sitting within arm's length of her under the watchful eye of her young master.

The attention and the degradation were having the now normal effect on Summer. Her body began to react to the strange hands caressing her body. She felt the hands on her breasts reach inside and find her erect nipples. By moving their hands inside the tight white tube top, the top fell below her breasts fully exposing them to the hands as well as the men's eyes. When her top slipped down, Todd noticed the increased attention that the men surrounding Summer were exhibiting. Men were leaning in to look or standing near to her to get a better view. The men playing with her breasts were pulling on the piercings stretching Summer's nipples. The men in the row in front of Summer pulled her knees further apart so that all the men could get a better view of her playing with herself.

One of the men sitting nearby said to Todd, "So you are her master. What does she do for you?"

"My slut does everything I tell her to do," answered Todd.

In anticipation of the next question, "Don't you slut," Todd asked his teacher.

"Yes Master T," was the poor teacher's response.

"Well make her stand up so we can get a better look at the slut then," came another voice from the crowd.

Summer heard the call, but hoped beyond hope that her young master would not heed the call. In an attempt to stave of being ****** to stand before all of these men, Summer began to stroke her clit in earnest. She hoped that if she brought herself to orgasm, even without Todd's approval, she would be saved from the *********** of being presented to the group of strange men.

But, alas, Summer's fears were realized when she heard, "Yes. I think that that is a great idea. My slut loves showing off. Stand up slut so everyone can see you."

Summer hesitated ever so slightly. She felt a strong grip on her left arm that still held her thong to the side and it was pulled upwards. The grip was tight and in a twisting manner, her hand pulled away from the crotch of her soaked thong. Summer's arm was pulled forward by her young master and then upwards. Summer had no choice but to follow the pull of her arm until she stood in the dark theater for the gathered men to see her. The light from the screen illuminated the teacher and the men got a terrific view of her exposed breasts and red thong crotch or her ass with the thin material of her thong pulled tightly between her ass cheeks.

There was a low murmur in the group of 10 or so men that had gathered around Summer. There were more men in the theater than that based on the number of cars that had been in the parking lot, but only these ten had been brazen enough to work their way into the couples' only section.

"Make her take that skirt and top off so we can see that beautiful slut's body," another man called out.

"Go ahead slut, you heard the man," Todd advised.

Summer not knowing what else she could do but to slip her thumbs in the waist band of her black spandex skirt and work it down over her hips. Summer worked the skirt past her thighs and had to bend over to work the skirt completely down her legs. Summer bent at the waist, which placed her ass in the direct line view of the men that had gathered in the row behind her. While bent over at the waist, her head rested against the back of the seat in front of her. She used the seat for balance as she struggled to slip her feet still laced into the platform heels through the skirt. Summer could feel men stroking her hair as well as her ass as she was displayed in the bent position.

Summer stood back up and handed her skirt to her young master who simply said, "Now the top slut."

Summer used both hands to grasp the tube top and pull it over her head. As it slipped past her nipples, it lingered there just a slight moment until Summer was able to ease the top over her erect and pierced nipples until she pulled it over her head. Summer handed the top to her young master and stared straight ahead at the action on the screen. The woman was now lying down on top of one man with a cock buried in her pussy and the second man had mounted her from behind jamming his massive cock into the woman's ass.

Summer just stood in the row of seats with men gathering around her with her breasts bouncing with every sharp, deep breath she took. The impact of the *********** and being placed on exhibition was being felt directly in her pussy. She did not move nor did she look to her young master for guidance. She only stared at the screen awaiting the inevitable instructions that would further degrade and humiliate her in front of more strange men. Summer did not understand how her body could be reacting the way it was, but she felt her breathing pick up and her nipples seemed to harden even more. Without instructions from her young master, Summer slid her right hand from her side inside the front of her red thong panties.

The men continued to watch the sexy woman looking for any kind of signal from the young man sitting next to her. Todd just watched as Summer's hand disappeared into the thin material of her red thong. He saw a quick intake of breathe when it was apparent that her fingers found her clit. It was time for him to give her instructions so he could further install in the teacher's mind that she was his to order as he saw fit.

Todd knew that the movie, the *********** that he was subjecting his slut teacher too was only making her more excited. Todd knew that all he had to do was nudge the teacher just a little further by applying more degrading directions and she would lose herself in the humiliating environment of the theater. Todd's goal was to continue Summer's training in understanding that she was his slave and that she would do anything he told her to do immediately. Todd, though quite young, understood Summer's mindset and he had be able to learn how much of a submissive she really was. All that on-line reading of stories and internet sites had been right.

"Slut, take your hand out of your panties. Who told to rub my pussy," Todd asked.

Summer immediately withdrew her hand from her panties. She left a trail of moisture on her tight lower abdomen as her fingers left her pussy. "Suck that juice off of your fingers slut," Todd ordered.

Summer paused ever so slightly and drew a firm rebuke, "Do it now slut or I will leave you her with these men and let them fuck you to death."

Summer immediately raised her fingers and placed them into her mouth. Summer began to suck them as she had been instructed. She continued to take in the action on the screen and was mesmerized by the size of the cocks that were pounding into the blonde's pussy and asshole at the same time. The men around her stared intently at the woman stripped to her thong and heels at the direction of her young master. Hands began to reach out and fondle Summer's body.

"Suck my cock slut," Todd said to his slut teacher.

Summer pulled her fingers from her mouth and bent over at the waist and took her young master's cock into her mouth. Summer's legs were pressed against the back of the chair from the row in front of her and the bottom of the chair on her row that had folded up when she stood to take her spandex skirt as well as her white tube top off.

The moment that her master's cock hit the back of her throat, Summer felt it begin to jerk and she felt his hot jism splashing against the back of her throat. Summer was surprised by how quickly her young master had cum, but she thought that she would be spared further *********** because he had cum.

"Don't swallow it slut. I want you to hold it in your mouth. Stand up now and let these men see how you like to take cum in your mouth," Todd ordered. Todd continued, "Stand up, open your mouth and turn around to show all of these strange men my cum in your mouth slut."

Summer paused for just a moment. She had thought that the quick cum of her young master would end her ***********. But, it was apparent to Summer that her *********** was only beginning. She felt hands on her ass pulling her so that she began to turn in the aisle. She opened her mouth, leaned her head back slightly and gave the strangers a good view of a mouthful of cum.

As Summer turned, men touched her breasts, pulled on her nipple piercings, squeezed her ass cheeks and one man was bold enough to slip his finger into her pussy for a brief moment. Summer was becoming alarmed as she thought she counted twenty men surrounding her.

Once she had made a complete circle Summer heard, "Ok slut swallow your master's cum."

Summer tilted her head back just a bit further and allowed her young master's cum to easily slip down her throat. Summer licked her lips to make sure that she had gotten all of her young master's cum.

Still standing, Summer heard her next instruction, "Slut, turn around and face the movie screen. Place your hands on the back of the chair in front of you."

Summer turned slowly making sure that she did not stumble and lose her balance in the aisle The worst thing she thought about was falling on the floor and landing in cum. As she complied with her young master's demand, Summer noticed that the men in the row in front her all had their paints unzipped and they were stroking erect cocks. Next, Summer felt hands on her hips with fingers finding the thin side straps of her red thong and then pulling the thong down over her hips. The hands continued to pull the thong down her legs until it was between her ankles hovering just above the floor of the theater.

"Spread your legs slut," was her next command.

Summer spread her legs slowly and carefully. Her legs stretched outwardly until the material of her thong prevented her from spreading her legs any further. Summer was now propped against the seat back in front of her with her red thong panties stretched tightly between her ankles. Her pussy and ass were fully visible to the men in the row behind her. Summer felt fingers sliding down her ass crack as well as hands squeezing her ass cheeks.

The men in front of her continued to stroke their cocks only inches from Summer's face. "Slut, look at those cocks right there in front of you," Todd ordered.

Summer concentrated on balancing with her hands as the men behind her were becoming more aggressive in touching her. Fingers were invading her pussy and a finger was slowly being inserted into her asshole. A man directly in front of her grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her forward until his cock slipped between Summer's lips. Summer tried to pull away, but she felt a hand on the back of her head and then heard, "Slut, enjoy the cocks."

Summer was being groped by so many hands at this point that her body was in stimulation overdrive. She had men pulling on her nipples, fingers in her pussy, a finger in her ass, a cock in her mouth and cocks all around her. The strange men were taking the teacher over the edge once more. Summer felt a cock positioned at the entrance to her pussy when she heard, "If you do not have a condom, do not even think about it. If you don't have one, you can just jack off on my slut as she likes to feel cum on her body."

Summer was relieved that her young master was protecting her, but she ached to have a cock in her pussy. Summer pushed back towards the cock as I pulled away from her pussy. Unfortunately, the man did not come prepared to fuck a slut in the theater today.

The cock in her mouth began to saw in and out rapidly ******* its way deeper into Summer's throat with each thrust. Summer heard Todd speak a little louder to the group this time, "Men, this is my slut and you will respect her. She is here at my direction and it is for my pleasure that we are here. She is my slave and enjoys *********** at the hands of strangers. You may do anything to her so long as you do not cum inside of her or leave permanent marks on her body."

Summer felt a cock at the entrance to her pussy. She could feel the mushroom head push inside her pussy and she suddenly became concerned with safety. She pulled off of the cock that was pushed into her mouth and asked, "Master T, does he have a condom on?"

"Yes slut he has a condom on his fat cock," came Todd's reply.

With that, the man previously fucking Summer's face grabbed her newly styled hair and pulled her mouth back onto his cock. Summer was now impaled on two cocks that were working in conjunction with each other just like the woman on the screen had been subjected to. When one thrust into her body, she was ****** onto the other cock. The two cocks got into a rhythm and soon Summer was rocketing towards her first theater orgasm.

True to Todd's instructions, the cock in Summer's mouth was pulled out and it erupted onto her face, in her hair and on her neck. Summer could feel the man fucking her from behind quicken his pace as he drew nearer and nearer to his orgasm. Summer's orgasm had subsided when the cock in her mouth was pulled out. But, she only had to wait a few moments before another cock filled her mouth. This cock was smaller in circumference than the first cock, but it was at least four inches longer. The head of the new cock easily slid to the back of her throat and Summer had to fight the urge to gag.

The man fucking Summer from behind grabbed both of her hips and started fucking her in earnest. His cock pulled her pussy lips inside her pussy with each thrust. She knew that the ring piercings in each of her lips were rubbing against the shaft of the cock as it was fucked in and out of her. Suddenly, the cock erupted inside Summer's pussy though completely encased in the required condom.

For the next several hours, Summer's pussy was filled with cocks of varying sizes. She could not see who was fucking her from behind because the cocks kept being ****** into her mouth with load after load of cum hitting her face, hair and neck.

There was a brief pause in the assault on her body and Summer was ****** to stand up and then ****** back into the seat beside her young master. Her panties were removed from her ankles and then her legs were draped over the arms of the chair. Todd gripped Summer's left leg while the man on her right held her right leg. Summer watched as a man stepped over the row in front of her, knelt down between her legs and then use his tongue on her ****** pussy.

This sudden tender touching caused Summer to moan loudly and men standing on either side of her in the row behind her continued stroking their cocks as they watched the man licking her pussy. Todd and the man to her right began pulling and twisting each of Summer's nipples. The man kneeling between her legs began to fuck his tongue in and out of Summer's stretched hole. The man then slid his tongue up her slit until it reached Summer's clit. He was surprised to find it very erect and when his tongue flicked the end of the slut's clit he felt her erupt in orgasm.

As Summer came, so did the men on either side of her. Gobs of hot jism shot from strange men's cocks landed on Summer's neck, breasts and stomach. The man kneeling between Summer's legs quickly raised out of the way to make sure that he was not bombarded by the semen erupting from the cocks.

"Slut, finger your clit and cum for me," Todd ordered.

Summer's right hand quickly moved down to her pussy and she began to make quick circular motions to stimulate her clit. Summer slid forward slightly to stretch her legs and to give her the ability to fuck her hips up and down as her finger manipulated her clit. Summer felt an object at the mouth of her pussy and when it jumped to life, she knew that her young master was inserting her black vibrating egg into her pussy. The insertion of the egg, the stimulation of her clit, the stranger's eyes watching, the pulling of her nipples, the cocks rubbing against her neck and head caused Summer's body to erupt in orgasm again.

Todd released Summer's left leg and stood up. He motioned to the men around Summer and they all started aiming their cocks at the slut teacher. In a matter of moments, Summer's entire chest was covered in the cum of twenty strangers who had been watching the teacher play with herself, suck cocks or had been fucked by cocks. Summer had continued to rub her pussy because the egg continued to vibrate deep inside her. As more and more cum from the strangers flowed onto her body, the more intense was Summer's desire to have an orgasm. Her body went into almost a continuous orgasm as man after man dumped his hot load of cum onto the teacher.

Todd just stood in the aisle watching his slut perform for as well as submit to the demands of her young master.

Summer came so hard and so many times that she finally lapsed into ***************. Todd let her lay there in the seat of the dark theater as the last of the men completed their orgasms dumping the last cum onto his slut teacher.

Todd was able to get a couple of the men to escort her out of the theater and into the parking lot. Todd opened the passenger door and had the men put the teacher in the car seat. Todd fastened the seatbelt around his teacher's naked and cum covered body, backed the car out of the parking lot and drove to the house that his slut shared with her husband.

Todd knew that Summer's body would never forget the explosions of orgasms ****** onto it by the surroundings, the men and the *********** of being degraded in public. Next on the agenda was the appointment with Marcos on Sunday at 1:00 PM for Summer's tattoos and new piercings.

When they arrived at Summer's house, Todd woke her. He got her out of the car and walked her through the garage and into the house. It was almost 9:00 PM and his slut was completely exhausted as well as completely covered in cum. Todd made Summer climb the stairs and told her to go into her bathroom. Todd followed her with his digital camera. He wanted to document the stains of her degradation.

As Summer entered the bathroom, Todd made her pause and turn to face him. Summer's eyes were blinded by the sudden flash of the camera. Todd was able to fully document her degradation and *********** for posterity. "I have got to set up a website for all of these shots. I bet I can make a million dollars with a paid site," Todd said to himself.

"Ok slut you may take a hot shower. Once you are finished you are to put on your slut thong and nothing else," were Todd's instructions.

Once she stepped into the shower, Todd went downstairs to make himself a sandwich and get a couple of Corona beers. As he reached the top of the stair landing, he heard the water turn off in the shower. He stepped into the bedroom and he could hear Summer crying loudly and saying to herself, "Oh God what have I done. I have become such a slut."

Todd walked into the bathroom and handed Summer one of the Coronas. "Here ***** this slut," Todd said to the defeated teacher.

Once Summer finished her dinner, Todd watched as she slipped on one of her white lace slut thongs. Todd then placed the fur lined hand cuffs on Summer's wrists, ****** her to lay down next to the bed she shared with her husband and he attached the teacher's ankles to the spreader bar. Next Todd attached the handcuffs to the chain that connected to the spreader bar. Todd rolled Summer over onto her back and watched as the slut teacher was asleep in seconds.

Sunday morning... fin.....

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My ****** the slut

Okay, so I'm a bad ***, admitted. But on the other hand, she wasn't the best of ******s either. This was the third time in the last two weeks that I'd been waked by... sounds, coming from my ******'s bedchamber. And this night, like the two others – and so many others before that, to be totally honest – I snuck up to get a peak.

Her door didn't shut which served me quite well. Lots of doors didn't shut in our house, it's kind of old, so standing out in the hallway I had a clear view of the action in the bedroom. Like usual, I'd never seen the guy before – it seemed to be a new-comer every time. I think she picked them up in local bars, but I couldn't say for sure. What I could say was that I envied them.

She seemed to be a great lay. Moaning, cumming, denying nothing to her lovers, it wasn't a wonder she became popular. One night, I saw her take a load in the face, kneeling in front of this fat, ugly guy – porno-style. Why would she even take him home? And why would she debase herself like that for him? Slut...

There was something different this night though. Usually she moaned like a cheap whore about to get paid but tonight she was lying quite still, on her back with a guy pounding away between her spread thighs.

The guy didn't seem to care though, in fact, he may have liked her being immovable like that. Not soon after I arrived, dick in hand and sperm-cup ready (yes, I had a sperm-cup, I had grown tired of cleaning the carpet outside her door night after night) he grunted in that loud way that let you know he's done. And I'd just gotten ready...

Before he left (they usually leave when they're done, although I had met a guy in the kitchen on the odd morning...) he checked that she was okay – he seemed to have gotten a little nervous as well. I guess he figured she'd just had a ***** too many, took on his clothes (leaving me time to get out of the way) and left.

What could I do? I was still horny – Mr. Speed of Lightning hadn't given me any time at all – so I went into her room. To check on her, of course, you understand? I was nervous, and it was purely a coincident that I still had my dick out. No, scratch that: I had forgotten all about having my dick out in my worry for my ******.

She was breathing steadily, even drooling a bit, but one can never be too careful. I placed my hand over her heart – to check her pulse, of course – but somehow I must have missed. Suddenly I was standing with my ******'s hard nipple between my fingers, softly caressing it. She had big boobs, more than my hand could cover, though I tried. It felt so soft, so good... and before long, I was kneading her bare tits like I'd never let go.

My cock was hard as iron, and dripping pre-cum and her soft flesh felt so good when I started rubbing my cock across her breasts, taking extra care on her nipples. I liked those; dark-brown and very hard.

Suddenly her naked cunt caught my eye. Naked in more ways than one, there was not a single hair on it.

"Only sluts shave like that!" I told her and let my hand glide down between her legs. She was warm, wet, inviting, everything a bitch in heat like her should be.

Gingerly, afraid to wake her (though the speedy guy hadn't managed), I probed her with a pair of fingers.

She was just as I had imagined her. Warm, giving, yet tight – perhaps the guy hadn't managed to widen her? Heh, perhaps she couldn't really feel him and she'd fallen asleep from boredom?

I liked that thought; it made me feel superior to the stranger who'd just done my ******. Hell, I figured, if that guy had gotten a piece of this, why shouldn't I?

Taking my wet fingers out, I spread her pussyjuices on my cock – it felt so naughty!

Looking around, feeling like a kid with a stolen cookie-jar, I crawled up between her spread legs. Unlike the guy I didn't have a condom, but I was her ***, I didn't need a condom, did it? Nah...

She was everything I knew she'd be. I realised this when I pressed my hard cock into her soft, tight opening.

*****, you're a fine piece of meat, Mum" I told her loudly and started rocking back and forth, deep inside her. And she was. God, this was so much better than my hand.

*****, Mum, you're taking your own ***'s virginity! Does that make you a slut or what!" I moaned into her face as I fucked her. For some rea***, talking to her felt good, very good!

"So this is what you've been giving strangers, huh?" I continued, "but not your own ***, oh no, he has to take it himself!" My own words were actually pissing me off a little – if she were so desperate, why hadn't she just come to me?

"Guess that just means I'm more of a man," I deducted, feeling good about myself as I proved my manhood by ****** my *********** ******, "hadn't thought of that, had you? I'm the new man in the house, and I deserve some respect! Oh *****" the last came out in a long moan as I emptied my balls deep inside my ******, my orgasm taking me completely by surprise. It was a good one though, better than the ones I normally got by lurking outside her door.

And here's where I made the mistake that turned out so fortunately. Unlike her chosen guy of the night, I did not get up and out... I fell asleep, right then and there, a top of my ******'s naked body – and inside her!

I awoke by something moving beneath me. Yes, of course it was her, what else? She wasn't completely conscious yet but had started moving around, as if wakening. Her soft thighs rubbed my cock between them and laying there, a top of a naked, forbidden woman, I quickly got hard. Within seconds I was inside her soft cunt again, and this time she did respond.

"Mhm!" she moaned, still half asleep.

"Yeah, you like that?" I demanded, feeling her pussy get moist around my dick as it quickened its pace, running in and out of her delicious snatch.

"What, Andrew?" she asked, clearly confused when she saw it was me, "mhm... what's going on?" Then the penny dropped, her naked, getting fucked, me fucking her.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted at me, but I ignored her and kept my pace, hoping that her hornyness would overcome her prudeness. It always did in the stories I'd read! And from what I had seen, it usually happened to her when she was out on the town as well...

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed at me and tried to throw me off. Except that she wasn't that strong and had no leverage. Me? I had my weight and my all-consuming desire to continue what I was doing.

"Shut up!" I told her in a harsh voice. It wasn't talking to my ****** anymore, I was talking to an annoying woman who tried to keep me from the best feeling I'd ever felt. I gathered her hands in mine and pinned them to the bed over her head, effectively keeping her in place.

Then I continued my pleasant journey in and out of her now very wet cunt.

"You want it too, don't you, bitch?" I asked her, feeling hopeful as a small, content sigh escaped her lips, "didn't get enough last night, so now your *** has to make it up to you?"

"Huh..." she moaned, seemingly getting aroused by the turn of events and the fact that she was helpless to stop them.

I hammered into her, hard, lost in my feeling of power and control... and slowly, undetectably at first, she began to fuck me back – guess the instincts of a slut can't be suppressed.

"Oh yeah, you little slut!" I happily exclaimed as she really started to live into it, squeezing my cock with her well-trained cunt-muscles and moaning loudly like she did with all the other guys she fucked.

"Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her eyes closed. Maybe she was trying to forget the fact that she was enjoying being fucked by her own offspring?

"Yeah, mum," I groaned, "take your ***'s cock, you dirty whore! You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it!"

"Yes... Yes, I want it! Fuck, yes!" she screamed as she opened her eyes again, staring at me, "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy!" It seemed she was caving in completely, getting as much dirty, guilty pleasure out of the situation as she could. Responding I increased my already fast pace, trying to please her – what *** doesn't want to please his ******, I ask?

"God, yes! Oh, oh, more, more!" she encouraged me, like the horny bitch I knew she was, "so dirty, so wrong... so GOOD!"

Without stopping, without slowing I bent down and pressed my mouth hard against hers in a kiss Oedipus couldn't have done better. My ****** opened her mouth, and I pressed my tongue inside her in a French kiss. Her tongue eagerly met mine and they played around in their erotic dance.

****, I'm kissing mum! I thought in disbelieve. Somehow that seemed far dirtier than fucking her – then again, considering how often I had jacked off to her being fucked by random strangers, perhaps that isn't so weird after all.

"Mhm..." her moans into my mouth grew louder and more intense, and from my experiences from outside her bedroom door, I suspected she wasn't far from cumming.

Good! I didn't know how much longer I could hold back myself, and I wanted her to cum first. I wanted this to be a good for her – I didn't plan for this to be a one-time performance!

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" I demanded as I pulled off her eager mouth.

"Yes, oh yes! Fuck your mum, make her cum!" she responded honestly, causing my own budding orgasm to come closer.

"Ugh!" I groaned loudly as she began thrashing around under me, and I cried my pleasure out: "I'm cumming! Take my cum, you filthy slut, take it all!"

My vision darkened for a second as I shot my seed deep into my own ******, and I collapsed a top of her, totally spent – until I noticed the alarm-clock next to her bed.

*****, I gotta get to work!" I shouted as I jumped off her and hurriedly made my preparations for another day at the video-store in the mall.

So tell me, how would you manage to work, knowing that you'd just fucked your ****** and left the house without even a chance to, well talk to her about it? I walked around in more or less a daze for most of the day, wondering what was going to happen when I got home.

The drive home was one of the longest I can remember. Would she be mad? Would she throw me out, maybe even report me for ****? Would all my stuff be out on the sidewalk? Or – and I really enjoyed this thought – would she be waiting for me in her bed, naked and ready for another round?

It turned out to be neither, actually. I locked myself into our house, entered the kitchen... and froze.

She was standing in the kitchen, almost as if she were waiting for me, very dressed up. I'd never seen her wearing anything so slutty (and I'd seen her come home from her nights out on the town quite a few times).

Her bottle-blonde hair was made up in a wild style that probably was supposed to look accidental but most likely had taken the better part of an hour to perfect.

Not even in porn I'd seen anyone painted as trashy as her – her eyes were almost black, her long lashes very defined, and her lips were bright red.

The main event however was her top. It was a flimsy, pink one, so tight I half-expected her tits to burst through it any minute. If the idea was to hide the big bombs beneath it, it failed utterly. If the meaning was to get everyone to stare at the deep cleavage created by the pink bra then it certainly succeeded.

Her skirt was white, ridiculously short and very tight, and her white fishnet stockings and white heels made her look like a cheap whore. Well, not only that: A cheap Barbie-whore.

When she saw me, her lips curled in disdain and she just said: "I'm going out," before she tried to push through me and out.

But have you ever had that feeling where everything seems to slow down and suddenly everything becomes clear, the little details join together to form a bigger picture?

There was cigarette-butts in the ashtray – she'd been standing there for some time – waiting?

There was mouthwash next to the ashtray – she knew I hate the smell of her when she's been smoking.

She stopped waiting the moment I came in – she was waiting for me?

She was dressed like a white-trash whore, making anyone who saw her think of one thing and one thing only: sex. She knew I'd see her.

My dear Dr. Watson, the only solution that made sense (especially to my sex-craving brain) was that she'd been waiting for me – to continue what we'd left off this morning – but she couldn't admit that she wanted to fuck her own ***. So she'd tempt me to make the first move.

As she tried to get by me, I grabbed her, pushed her up against the wall and pressed my mouth against hers in a demanding kiss.

"No, Andrew!" she tried to get free – rather weakly – and refused to open her mouth for my invading tongue. So she was gonna play hard to get, eh?

Pretending to be angry I dragged her into the living-room while she continued to fight for her virtue – hard to do convincingly when dressed like a sex-maniac – and threw her down on the couch, and quickly followed, my hands all over her sexy body, groping, pinching, stroking.

"You want this, you cheap bitch!" I shouted at her, continuing the roleplay she evidently saw as necessary. Her arms flailed around but like last night, I caught them and pinned them to the couch. My other hand quickly ventured up under her short skirt and found her soppingly wet cunt. As soon as I touched her wet snatch, she began moaning loudly, undermining her earlier attempts to resist completely.

"Oh, I know what the problem is!" I suddenly smiled and found my wallet, taking out a pair of twenties, "I haven't paid you yet, and you're worried I'll cheat you of your hard earned money!" With a rock-solid cock I crammed the two twenties down her bra, in effect treating her like the whore she was looking like.

"There! All good!" I cheered," now let's see what I've bought..." I exclaimed, once again bringing my mouth down to hers and this time meeting nothing but eager acceptance. Seems the whore just needed to be put into her place...

Her mouth tasted of sweet mouthwash, and her tongue was eager to meet mine, caressing me all it could. As I once again found my way up under her skirt, she tried to spread her legs – not that it was needed but a nice gesture nonetheless.

"Oooh," she moaned into my mouth, proving that she really was a cheap whore in heat when my fingers slid into her wet hole.

"So tell me," I said as I pulled off her mouth, "what you want!"

"Mhm..." she sighed, ignoring my question. She wasn't ready to admit in words what her body was screaming to me? Not good enough...

"Tell me!" I hissed and pinched her clit, making her cry out in pain. Well, serves her right: she should learn to obey.

"I want your cock!" she screamed at me, "I want you to fuck me!" I didn't need to be told that twice, so I quickly stripped out of my pants, showing her my proud erection.

"Oh, baby!" mum exclaimed at the sight of it, "is all that for me? I never knew you were so... big!" She parted her legs for me, more than ready but I had another idea. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Instead of gliding back between her legs like she wanted me to, I went to her other end of her, sticking my stiff dick in her face. She smiled at me, definitely knowing what to do and took it in her mouth. Oh God, she sucked dick like a pro!

"Yeah, mum!" I groaned, as she took it all down her throat in the first go. The tight, wet feeling all around my shaft, her busy little tongue rubbing in arousing spots I didn't even know I had, oh Lord! Knowing my own limitations, I abruptly pulled out from her greedy lips, not ready to cum until I'd sampled her delicious pussy once again. I crawled between her legs, and entered into her, immediately overcome with the wet, strong feeling of her cunt-muscles. I began a fast, powerful rhythm, pushing my cock into in fast, unstoppable strokes.

"God, mum!" I grunted, ******* myself to think of baseball, of my job, of the way my whorish ******'s cunt tried to squeeze my cum out of me – NO! Baseball, job, my friend Michael...

"Yes, Andrew!" the slut under me cried out in pleasure as I upped the speed, unable to resist. I knew I should slow down, take it easy, but it was so damn good!

"Oh, we're so dirty! I can't believe I'm fucking my ***. Oh, my son's gonna make me cum, oh God, I'm such a whore!" she called out, grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. She might be more experienced in the whole sex-game than me but it seemed that the whole ******/son-taboo got her very hot.

"Yes, yes!" she screamed and convulsed, clearly cumming, "oh FUCK! Fuck your ******, fuck your little whore! Oh God!"

Finally! With her cumming I could focus on my own orgasm. Grabbing her around her waist, I hammered my dick into her, as hard as I could, feeling how her little body shook from the sheer ***** of my thrust. I pounded in and out of the wet hole, enjoying hearing her small whimpers every time I pummelled into her.

"Fuck!" I shouted as my own orgasm overwhelmed me, less than fifteen seconds after she'd cum, "fuck, fuck, FUCK!" As I fired my cum into her, I collapsed a top of her, resting on her soft tits and marvelled over the greatness of my – our – new life. With an eager slut like this in my house, things were finally starting to look up...

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"Things are gonna change around here," I informed the fucked-out slut beneath me as we both slowly came down to Earth again.

"Hmm?" she asked, "what d you mean?" My cock had shrunk back to pocket-size and dropped out of her well-greased pleasurebox.

"Since dad left there hasn't been a man in the house," I reminded her, "well, there's one now. And as such, you'll do as I say." Puffing my chest out like a peacock, I stared into her eyes. She raised her well-plucked eyebrow in doubt, clearly baiting me. Whether about me being a man or her doing as I said, I didn't know – but probably both. That pissed me off – hadn't I just proved that I control her? And hadn't I at least admitted to my desire instead of trying to manipulate, like her?

"You have a problem with that?" I hissed at her and clamped my hand around her throat, holding her head in place in a primitive show of dominance. Forgetting that she was my ******, forgetting the great sexual experience I'd just had with her – even forgetting the undoubtable great ones to come, I stared into her eyes, for once not flinching at her or hesitating. We stared at each other for a good while before she finally looked down.

"No," she said slowly and clearly, "I don't have a problem with that..."

"Good!" I smiled and released her. Today I don't think it would have mattered at all if I had hit her or picked my nose instead of holding her by her throat – it was the way I for once didn't step down but just waited 'till she did. Back then of course, I held no doubt that I'd taken my position as the alpha male by sheer *****.

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"So how are things gonna change?" mum asked me as she served pizza for me. With her preparing herself for luring me to sex and us then having sex, she hadn't had time to cook, so she'd found some frozen pizzas and warmed them.

"Well, first of all," I said, looking into her eyes (only possible 'cause I'd cum less than fifteen minutes ago. Within the next fifteen minutes, her tits, so neatly presented would claim my attention again, without a doubt...), "there'll be no more clubbing or whatever for you. No more meeting strangers for quick fucks – if you want some cock, you come ask me."

She stared at me and nodded her accept. Considering how hard I'd made her cum each time I'd fucked her, there was no real reason for her to seek out strange cocks. That's what I told myself, at least.

"And I think I'll buy a... crop, or a whip. Something that packs a sting," I thought out loud, as she sat down with her own piece of pizza. However, instead of sitting across from me at the small kitchen-table, she sat next to me. Very close to me...

"Oh?" she asked, leaning forward a bit, so when I looked at her, I would have to choose between looking down her top or into her eyes, "why would you do that?"

"You're not always nice to me," I told her – a shrink would have been proud, I'm sure. However, a good deal of the effect was lost since I couldn't help but look down her top at her tits that she so nicely offered to me... it seemed I had overestimated myself when I claimed I could keep eye-contact thirty minutes after cuming. Damn...

"If ever you're mean to me, I'll punish you. Spank you, whip you, slap you... whatever I want. Got it, mum?"

She smirked at me, "isn't it the wrong way 'round? Isn't the ****** supposed to spank the ****"

"No," I smiled confidently at her, "not if she wants his cock in her again. But then again, most ******s don't want that... what about you?"

She blushed at that. Only a little, but I could clearly see small specs of red on her cheeks. Hah!

"Okay, I'll give you that. I'll be nice to you and you'll be... good... to me," she winked at me and licked her lips, the not-so-subtle meaning coming through very clearly.

We ate in silence. I don't know why she stopped talking but I found it very hard to form an intelligent sentence while I was staring at her impressive melons, rising and falling with every breath. Whenever she moved, they moved – and their movements were awesome. I might've almost been twenty but I was still very much a horny teenager, oh yes...

---

"Oh it's not enough that I make the food, I have to clean up after your highness as well?" she remarked at me sarcastically, after we were done eating. I was on my way into the living-room when she made her snide comment, but I immediately turned back to her.

At the look in my eyes, she took a step back, a little nervous of what she saw there – anger, pure and bright.

"What did I just tell you?" I asked as I walked towards her.

"Ehh... that I should, eh, should be nice to you..." she muttered, looking down.

"And if you weren't?" I asked, scanning the kitchen-desk for something suitable and finding a flat, heavy wooden spoon.

She didn't answer, so I assumed she remembered. Taking a hard grip of her bleach-blonde hair, I pulled her with me into the living-room and threw her down on the couch we'd defiled with our wild sex less than half an hour ago. She landed on her stomach and stayed down, either wanting to get the punishment over with or not daring to piss me off further. Probably both...

"I did warn you, mum. I told you I was the new man of the house... but you?" I told her in a cold voice, "you're still the bitch of the household. Well, maybe this'll help..."

Pulling her short skirt up across her wait, I hit her with the spoon – hard!

"Ouch!" she whined when it connected with her ass, making it ripple in all kinds of interesting ways, "that hurt!" She didn't offer any resistance though, guess she accepted her fate...

"It's supposed to, mum," I told her, as I struck her again. And again. Each hit resounded through the room, a sexy 'wap!' sound, and she made a little pained grunt every time. Punishing my ****** like she was a naughty schoolgirl or a bad servant was a real turn-on to me – no surprise there, I guess?

I let the hits rain down over her exposed buttocks, five years of gathered frustrations finally getting out, while my cock was growing in my pants.

"Fuck!" I finally groaned and threw the spoon away, got my pants unzipped and knelt down behind her in what little space was left on the couch. She didn't really react.., guess I might have overdone the punishment a little? With a grip of her waist, I got her up on her knees and fed my fat woody to her pussy. I was surprised and very pleased to find that she was gashing, with pussyjuices running down her legs.

"Ahh!" she moaned as I buried the entire length of my cock in her warmth.

"Yeah, you like that, slut?" I demanded of her, not quite sure if she was angry, hurt or just turned-on.

"God, yes!" she cried out, "oh God, I needed a punishment, I've been bad, I've been very bad!"

"I know, you filthy whore!" I exclaimed and slapped her reddened ass with my bare hand, while riding her cunt, "you're the dirtiest mum ever! You're a disgusting slut-mum, aren't you? Getting horny when your own *** spanks you!"

"Yes, I'm bad, oh so bad! Oh, but you're so GOOD!" she cried out as I once again pounded into her, making the thrust as hard as possible.

"Huh, you're *** is good, is that it?" I asked, reminding her again and again that she was my ******. It got her hot!

"Yes! Oh God yes, you're so good, ***! Fuck mummy, make her your bitch!"

"Guess that makes me the man, huh mum?" I asked, wanting her to admit it. When she didn't respond fast enough, I suddenly pulled out of her cunt with a slurping noise, and started spanking her upturned ass with my flat hand.

Slap! Slap!

"Au, yes! Yes, you're the man, you're MY man, the only one I need!" she ranted, either wanting to stop the pain and resume the fucking. Probably the latter, that whore didn't mind pain but take away the cock? That'd break her...

Her cunt eagerly greeted me as I re-entered her, and she sighed loudly with pleasure as I took possession of her pussy again. With my grip of her hips, I quickly reached an impressively good pace as I battered my new slut to **********.

"Yeees!" she suddenly started screaming and thrashed around in a powerful orgasm, unable to control herself. I didn't slow down, not at all. I was on the fast road to a cum myself and nothing could stop me at this point.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she whined every time my pelvis bone crushed into her ass with all the ***** I could muster.

"Yeah!" I groaned, "yeah! Fuck, mum, you're the nastiest fuck-puppy ever!" My insults – or compliments, that really depends on your point of view – hardly made sense anymore, I was losing all control.

"Arrghhh!" I finally let loose with a loud groan and emptied my balls deep inside my ******, the slut.

This story could end here or go on for a while, that'll depend completely on the feedback I get.

Also, for once I don't really know how the story continues, what the characters will do... nope.

So please, if you like it, leave me ideas as to where we're going from here.

"This has all gone wrong," I told the mirror, and my reflection more than agreed. Why was I putting on make-up, dressing up, generally making myself sexy... for my ***? I was standing in our bathroom, adding the last touches of my seductive outfit that was to make Andrew take me as soon as he got home. The very thought of it made my pussy moist and I almost changed my mind again...

But no, this had gone far enough. I shed my see-through skirt and pulled my ridiculously small top over my head. I quickly walked back to my bedroom, finding some much more suitable clothes for a mom to wear when her *** came home... though I kept the heels on. I just like how they sound when I walk, (okay, and how they make my ass look, but I was hiding that well-shaped ass under a pair of loose jeans, so no big deal!) is that wrong?

---

Andrew was not happy with my decision, not at all. When he came home, I met him in the hallway, determined to try to explain how a *** fucking his ****** is wrong. I got as far as: "Andrew..."

"How's that you're dressed?" he interrupted me with a disapproving look at my very unsexy clothes. His stern visage stopped my rea***able objections dead in my mouth -- suddenly all I could think about was how I was about to lose the best sex of my life... voluntarily! His angry eyes stole all willpower away from me.

"Ehh..." I mumbled, trying desperately to think of a probable explanation, "I- I thought..." Staring into my teenage ***'s eyes, I realised that no excuse was acceptable. Only my complete surrender and ********** to his command would do.

Blushing scarlet, I did the only thing I figured might ease his anger: I knelt down before my own ***, hoping that it'd be enough to get me back in his good graces.

How quickly I'd gone from deciding to end everything to humiliate myself in front of him -- I hadn't even been able to say my piece before he broke me, just by looking at me! Despite my good intentions there had been no discussion, no argument, no fight, just me completely submitting to him. Still wearing his coat, he looked down at me, his willing slut, with a smirk, clearly satisfied to see how his mere will literally had brought me to my knees.

"Maybe we should go through your clothes... see to that such a mix-up won't happen again," he told me, thoroughly pleased with himself. Well, who wouldn't be in his situation? My own pussy was very happy with how it had all worked out...

---

"Nope. No. Not that one either," my beloved *** muttered, mostly to himself as the 'throw-away' pile grew taller and taller for every item of clothing he discarded... for every piece of my clothes he discarded! I winced as he took up my expensive, black Victoria's Secret-panties and studied them.

He was standing in my bedroom -- a place he'd had no business in just a few days ago but now walked around as if he owned it. Okay, admittedly he did...

He was throwing away all my 'boring' clothes -- boring to his eyes. Apparently everything that was comfortable to wear and didn't show off my body was too modest in his eyes. So far the pile contained almost all my panties and a lot of my bras (all those he'd come across without enough of a push-up effect to please him) and he was still only on the lingerie!

"Here, try these on, mom," he told me as he threw the flimsy panties to me. I was kneeling on the floor, watching as more and more of my collection of garments was being discarded by my commanding ***. It was a very strange situation but there was no way I could tell him no; not only was my entire body aching for his touch -- and if I made him mad again, he might not give me what I craved! -- but he just... well, he was in charge. My clouded little mind was in no doubt about that.

"Yes," I eagerly agreed and picked them up, stood up and slid them on. It was a pair of tight, hip-hugging boy-shorts, very low-cut and made from a flimsy see-through material. They just oozed sex and I knew he could clearly see the outline of my pussylips -- especially now, as I was quickly getting them quite wet under his satisfied eyes.

"Keep them," he demanded after having studied my crotch intimately and turned back to my underwear-drawer and I once again knelt down, waiting for something else to model for him. Or whatever else he might require of me...

I was kneeling on the floor, just wearing the pair of spiked heels (they were at least 4" and was now the 'standard' -- all footwear with shorter heels was to be discarded -- "sluts wear high heels," as he'd said) I'd been wearing when he came home, the panties he'd just given me and a red push-up bra that gave me the cleavage he desired. I was gracefully allowed to keep on whatever he'd made me try on last -- hence the mismatching clothes... and me actually wearing anything!

"Heh, I guess that means you have one pair of panties left!" he laughed to himself as he threw the last of my underwear on the pile and reached the end. He looked at me and I ****** a smile, showing nothing but acceptance and adoration. Please fuck me before going on to the tops! I tried to tell him with my eyes.

I don't think it worked though, mostly because he wasn't interested in my eyes; he was looking very hard down my cleavage. I guess it was fair though, my eyes were constantly darting from his eyes to his crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of the manhood I'd become so addicted to. Was it hard? It was difficult to tell through the jeans he wore but I think I could see the outline of his long cock. It looked good... it looked promising!

"Phew, I need a break," he told me, still staring at my tits, "this is thirsty work... I need a ******"

"Would you like a coke, dear?" I asked, trying to sound humble and pleasing. If I could please him, he might do that same for me...

"No, beer. Men don't ***** coke!" he said, sounding insulted that I had insinuated he wasn't man enough for a beer.

"Sorry!" I smiled, "So silly of me. I'll get you one right away!" I stood and left the room to get him a cold beer, all the while cursing myself. Of course he wanted a beer; he was trying very hard to show me -- and himself -- that he was the man now. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Evidently it wasn't enough to fuck the house's woman, bring her to her knees and tell her how to dress and behave... he had to act like a stereotypical man too. He had to act like the man he thought any woman wanted.

Out in the kitchen I found him a beer in the fridge and also a glass of wine for myself. I needed a little liquid courage, so I downed it quickly before going back with his beer.

What a sight I would have been, should any of the neighbours happen to look in on me as I hurried through the house, dressed like a mix between a porn-star and a whore with an open beer in hand, eager to please my *** and lover.

I needed him. I needed a good, hard fuck. Seeing how easily he took control of me, of the entire situation, how he overcame any of my objections without a word... it was so hot! Right now, in my bedroom, he was busy making sure I'd never be known for anything but a slut again, by throwing away any and all decent clothes I might have had... and all I could think of was how much I wanted his big, hard cock, hammered into me.

Plastering the sexiest smile I had on my face -- one that had always worked in the bars when I was looking for a little fun -- I went back into the room, swaying my hips for his benefit, acting sexy. He was sitting on my bed (a good sign!), awaiting me and his beer.

"Here you are... a strong beer for a strong man!" I said in my most flattering voice while sitting down in his lap, my soft ass grinding into something that quickly became rather long and deliciously hard! Mhmm... what could that be?!

I handed him the beer but kept my seat, my intentions made very clear: A scantly-clad woman, almost humping his fat cock through his pants. I turned around in his lap, planting my soft lips against his in a long, loving kiss. Without hesitating he kissed me back, far more demanding than me, and I readily opened my mouth for his probing tongue.

"Mhm..." I sighed, enjoying his warm lips, his curious tongue and the intimate feeling of the kiss. My hands went exploring, feeling his hard chest and toned arms. He was far more buffed than I'd ever realised!

"So strong and masculine," I whispered to him, truly meaning it and knowing that he'd like to hear it, "you're such a man!" I could see his self-esteem swell at my admiring compliments... and something else was certainly swelling too!

"Why don't you enjoy your well-earned beer?" I suggested and slid down on the floor, ending on my knees between his spread legs with my face very close to his crotch, "and let me help you... relax?" My greedy fingers were already working on his jeans-button and zipper before I had finished speaking. He smiled his superior smile and took a sip of his beer, while I found what I sought: A very hard cock, more than ready for me.

"Yummy!" I muttered under my breath as it stood proudly into the room while I scooped his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Studying it carefully, I could see little drops of precum ooze out of the little slit. It was clearly looking forward to this as much as I was!

I know how to give blowjobs; Lord knows I've spent enough time on my knees. Yet there was something special about this. Maybe it was because I hadn't initiated sex with my *** before (not that he knew at least, though when I dressed up the night before, that might have been my goal...), maybe it was because this was the first time I was going to taste the dick that had given me so much pleasure...

Ignoring my sentimental feelings, I took the huge, mushroom-shaped head in my mouth, getting my first salty taste of that wonderful tool.

"Mhm!" I sighed in delight, as I began sucking on his magnificent cock. My tongue gently massaged the head and added pressure to the soft parts, just below.

"Ahh!" Andrew moaned loudly above me, clearing enjoying himself, "that's great, mom, right there..." He put his hands on my head and pressed my face further down on his cock, encouraging me to take it all into my mouth. Needless to say, I was more than willing -- I'd taught myself to deepthroat a long time ago...

Inch by inch, the entire length of his hard shaft entered my mouth and continued down my throat. I had to suppress the gag-effect that desperately wanted me to get the huge cock out, but despite the unpleasantness, it was just so naughty! My tight, little throat, my gently sucking mouth, my red, welcoming lips; all worked together to give my *** the most possible pleasure. I cast a quick glance up at him -- he was clearly enjoying the beer and blowjob his ****** provided for him! He sat with a dreaming look in his face as he drank deeply of the bottle.

*****, mom!" he groaned when he took a small break from his ********, "you're good at this! What a slut! No wonder everyone wants to fuck you! But," he finished with a controlling gleam in his eyes, "you're mine now! Mine!"

I don't know if his power-trip edged him on, but it certainly made my pussy drip! God, to hear my own *** call me a slut and then claim ownership over me! I pulled my face off his cock, caught my breath and stared up into his eyes. My hands quickly began jacking him off, keeping his arousal at a maximum.

"God, yeah, I'm YOUR slut now!" I assured him, "you're my man, and I want no one else!" I know it sounds like I was just playing p to him but at that moment --that's how I felt. Like I belonged to him. I must have been quite a sight, as I knelt there between his legs, a line of drool connecting my mouth to his wet cock.

"Yeees!" he hissed, "suck me, mom, suck me, you little slut!" and pressed my face back down on his cock, my greedy mouth quickly finding the rock-hard tool that belonged in me -- my mouth or pussy, it didn't matter. My hand kept jacking on his long shaft while my mouth and tongue focused on his head, trying to please him as much as possible.

Unbeknown to my conscious mind, that was busy getting my *** off, my left hand suddenly found its way down between my thighs, where it got inside my panties. It immediately found my little, hard clit and teased it, making me give little moans of joy into the hard cock in my mouth.

"Fuck, mom!" he suddenly shouted, and just as I was getting into a good rhythm he pulled his cock out of my mouth. With a hard grip of my hair, he steadied my head and with a few, feverish strokes of his long, hard cock, wave after wave of his hot seed splashed over me.

I've only gotten a cum-shower once or twice before, and I've never enjoyed it -- it just seems so demeaning to me. Maybe that was why I loved the feeling of my ***'s pearly, warm sperm landing in long stripes all over my up-turned face.

After having gotten cum dumped in your open mouth, on your nose, on your eye, ******* you to close it and even in your hair, you're not in doubt of the pecking-order. If there had been any doubt, they were washed away as my *** painted his ******'s face with his white colours, effectively making her -- me! -- his own, per***al slut. As his hot seed descended upon me, my fingers were busy in my cunt.

I loved it! The perverted act of sucking off my ***, him returning the favour by cumming on my face like I was a cheap hooker or a porn-star, all the while I was frigging myself off the best I could! So filthy!

And just as that thought hit me, I could feel how an intense orgasm began working its way through my body. Desperate for more stimulation, more **********, more ***********, I took his still-hard cock in my mouth, cleaning it with my tongue.

There I knelt, wearing sexy lingerie for my ***, licking the last drops of cum off his softening dick, face almost white with cum with a hand in my cunt when the most powerful orgasm I'd ever given myself hit me with full *****. Though I'd tried to hide what I was doing with me free hand from him, there was no hiding the explosive orgasm that crashed over me, making me scream into his soft cock.

"Olh, Glooood!" I cried, the large dick in my mouth obscuring my words, but I think Andrew got the gist anyway.

"You're such a slut, mom!" he smirked at me, not even trying to hide the pleased, superior look he gave me, when he realised how much I'd enjoyed being his cocksucker.

"Yeeef!" I agreed, still in the throes of my orgasm. Pulling myself off his enthralling (and now clean) cock, I gave him a loving smile, "I'm you're slut, aren't I?"

---

After a short rest, he returned to shifting through my clothes and after bringing him yet another beer, I began cooking. Pasta Bolognese, something that didn't need constant supervision -- my *** might require me to model something for him after all.

It's a strange but very arousing feeling to cook in lingerie. If you add a face full of sperm to it, it gets better. If you constant remind yourself that it's your ***'s sperm and that he's in your bedroom, throwing away all your none-sexy clothes, it gets very hard to focus on anything, save your throbbing pussy. The primal way, in which he'd marked me, claimed me as his own, per***al fuck-toy was just so damn arousing. He was my ***, for crying out loud, and I was carrying his cum on my face as a badge of honour! So naughty, so wrong... so good!

There really isn't a more basic, primal way to mark your woman than filling her face with your cum and making her keep it on. No one seeing her will be in doubt that she's already claimed and she certainly knows that she has a male to take care of her.

My pussy kept begging me for attention -- one would have thought it was satisfied for the night, but no-no. Although he hadn't given me any rules per say... except that I was to be nice to him, it somehow felt wrong to frig myself off without giving him pleasure as well. Sort of like touching his property without permission.

"Mom!" he suddenly called, interrupting my internal discussion and I hurried into the bedroom where he was still busy.

He threw a black skirt at me, "put this on. And bring me another beer!" I quickly stepped into it, it was a very short skirt, one Andrew's ****** had given me for some 'special times' as we had called it. Fitting that I would wear it for his ***, really. I turned around on the spot, giving him various angles of me in the skirt that only just covered my asscheek, and we both noticed how the combination of it and the heels made my ass look good! I know I probably shouldn't say so myself, but it did! Even though a woman has turned forty, she can still be sexy... just ask my ***. He was certainly staring at the clear outline of my butt through the tight skirt -- and he'd cum less than ten minutes ago.

"Keep it on," he gracefully decided, allowing me to wear yet another piece of clothing. I smiled gratefully (yes, I was grateful to be allowed to wear clothes in my own home!) and went to get him another beer, wondering all the same if it was a good idea. As far as I knew, he wasn't used to ********, and it might hit him harder than he would expect. Then again, I certainly wasn't going to tell him he was ******** too much!

---

"Come here, you shexy slut!" he mumbled at me as I began to clean off the table after dinner (taking his dishes as well -- he did a thorough job of teaching me that last night!). He'd had five beers and a glass of wine, so neither his speech nor his movements were as secure as earlier. But his sudden grip of my arm was strong and there was no way, I could or would offer any serious resistance as he dragged me into the bedroom. I was a little nervous, I didn't know what he was going to do with me, and he didn't seem in complete control of himself... but at the same time my eager pussy was screaming: 'Yes! Yes! He's gonna take us again! Finally!'

In the bedroom, I quickly ended up in the bed (where else would a 'sexy slut' go?) with him standing above me, looking down at my luscious body.

"I got an idea," he informed me, letting his hungry eyes run up and down my semi-naked body, from my sperm-crusted face, over my openly presented tits with my deep cleavage, down to my ridiculously short skirt that had glided up and was now showing off my wet panties.

He seemed lost in his view of me, sprawled out on the bed, just waiting for his touch and he didn't finish his line of thought.

"Tell mommy your idea," I edged him on in a sultry voice, not at all in doubt that we were going to do as he wanted -- and that I'd like it too. It was just so dirty, reminding him that he was drooling over his ******! Hearing my words, he shook his head, as if pulling himself back together.

"You'll shee..." he said in a foreboding (and somewhat *****) voice, "get on your hands and knees..."

Only too keen to comply, I immediately turned around, presenting my barely-covered ass to him, a million thoughts racing through my head. Did he want to do me doggy-style, or was his idea something else? He crawled up into the bed to me, standing on his knees behind me.

The skirt got out of the way quickly and he pulled my sticky panties down, getting easy access to my wet, willing cunt, dripping with juices... and equally easy access to my tight little asshole, if that's what he wanted.

I'd done anal before, of course. Many of my dates had begged for it or even demanded it, and I'd found that it could be quite good -- if the guy knew what he was doing. Somehow I had a feeling that my slightly *****, near-virginal *** wouldn't be so skilled...

"Great ass, mom!" he muttered behind me and grabbed my cheek, giving it a good squeeze. That's the kind of compliments that'll warm a ******'s heart, I thought ironic but still flattered. I wasn't exactly young anymore, and every time he noticed how I sexy I was, I got a silly little smile on my lips.

I heard him unzip his pants and suddenly my ***'s great cock was once again on its way up in me -- into my gashing pussy though, to my great surprise. Not that I'd ever complain! Having my *** fuck my slutty hole was what I'd been waiting for ever since he'd gotten home.

"Ahhh!" I cried out in pleasure, as he quickly buried his entire length in me, "oh God, you're so big in little me!" I've always been vocal during sex -- it always helps to stroke their ego a little -- but this time I really meant it.

"Yeah, mom!" he gasped, my words clearly having a very positive effect on him. He grabbed a hold of my waist and started pounding into me. Although I usually like a bit of control, with Andrew it was a wild ride into the unknown, with him dominating the scene. It felt good!

Slap! A sudden pain rushed up from my right asscheek where he'd suddenly slapped me; probably just to remind me who was in command -- as if I could forget!

"Oh God, you're so good!" I moaned, unable to keep silent, while he pushed into me again and again, his huge cock ******** against the walls of my sacred parts, sending waves of pleasure from my cunt to my brain.

"Yeah, mom, you like that don't you? You like being fucked doggy-style, like a cheap slut, don't you? Used for your own ***'s pleasure!" he shouted in the throes of his power-rush. From anyone else I'd have been pissed, but his words only reminded me what a dirty tramp I had become and just turned me on even further.

"Yes, Andrew!" I whimpered, "use me, oh God, use me! I'm yours!"

"Good!" he just answered... and suddenly the wonderful feeling of his cock in my cunt disappeared, leaving my pussy empty and alone.

"Wha-?" I began and looked at him over my shoulder, very confused. We were just getting to the good part! What was he doing...? And then I felt how his thick dick found the tight entrance to my ass.

"Relax now, mom," he told me, sounding very concentrated. He might be *****, but he wasn't stupid -- fucking me and thus turning me on to no end before starting his invasion of my little asshole was certainly a good idea. Horny as I was I didn't even want him to take it slow; I just wanted him inside me again!

"Nghn!" I groaned as my sphincter slowly opened up for my ***'s merciless attack. I did my best to relax my muscles, easing his entrance into my secret tunnel. I knew it would hurt but in my aroused state that was a good thing. The mix of pain and pleasure can be quite the turn-on -- he had taught me so yesterday, when he spanked me before fucking me.

"Fuck, this is tight!" he groaned above me as he slowly made his way into my ass. More and more of his great cock disappeared into me, and it hurt... and felt so good!

I did my best to massage his huge, invading cock with my ass, like I did with my cunt, increasing the resistance, making it feel tighter for him. Men like that, I'd learned. They also like to be told how good they are at what they're doing. Except for once I didn't have to exaggerate or act for my man.

"Nnhh! Andrew, you're sooo big," I moaned into my pillow as he made it all the way inside and his pelvis rested against my ass.

"But a slut like my mom can take anything... it seems!" he pointed out, as he slowly pulled out again, fucking my ass! God, it hurt so good!

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Andrew, fuck your ******** ass, take your filthy slut-mom!" I cried out, losing control of myself. It felt so good, so bad, so dirty! God, I gotta be the worst whore in the world!

He took me on my word -- no more Mr. Nice Fucker. He grabbed me around the waist, like he had before and really laid into me, making me moan and cry like a cheap bitch. Well, except I was doing it for free...

"Oh, yeah, oh fuck!" I cried as I thrashed around beneath him, my ass sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain through my body. I would have trouble walking tomorrow, but for now it was so good! I grabbed my tit through the push-up bra and pinched my nipple, sending more pain/pleasure through my body. My other hand snuck down between my legs and found my little, not-so-secret pleasure button and pressed it -- hard and repeatedly!

I'd never cum while being fucked in the ass before, but the first, clear indications of a massive orgasm was well under-way.

"Yeah, you like that?" Andrew asked me, pushing his hard cock into my now welcoming hole, increasing his speed and ***** for every thrust.

"Oh yes! Oh yeees!" I screamed as the orgasm washed over me, the dirty, disgusting act of taking my own *** up my ass finally pushing me over the edge to the most powerful orgasm I could remember.

"MORE!" I screamed at him, "fuck my slutty ass, take me, use me, oh GOD!" No control left, just the desire to be used by him, to be his own per***al fuck-toy. I know a ****** shouldn't think like that, but he was no longer just my ***; he was the best fuck I'd ever had.

"You want more, you slut?" he said menacingly and hammered his hard cock into me, as hard as he could. There was no more mercy from him, none at all. Fortunately, that was how I wanted it -- hard and ******!

"Oh God!" I cried out, my orgasm only increasing in strength as he ****** my no-longer-tight ass for his own pleasure, "you're so good! The best! The best ever! EVER!"

"Yeah, I'm the man now, aren't I?" he demanded, returning to his favourite subject. I don't know if I'd emasculated him while he was growing up but I was doing my very best to make up for it now!

"Yes, THE man! MY man! My big fucking strong man!"

"You're mine now, aren't you?!" he continued. And I knew I was -- there hadn't been any doubt in me for a long time. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I'd accept. Him fucking my ass right now was a rather good example...

"Yes, yes! Do with me as you please! Fuck me, **** me, anything! Just make me cuuuuuum!" I screamed out as another strong orgasm washed over me, only thirty seconds after the first. This was incredible! I'd never been multi-orgasmic but this was pure paradise!

"Arrrgggh!" he cried out above me and suddenly my ass was filled with warm liquid, as he emptied his balls into my ass. He kept thrusting into me for a little while but the fight had gone out of him. Finally he collapsed a top of me, still buried deep inside me.

---

Andrew fell a***** not soon after. Hardly surprising, my new man probably needed to ***** off his beers. He had shed his clothes and crawled down under my covers, not really caring what I was going to do. I guess he felt he'd already taken care of me after two mind-numbing orgasms. Well, he'd be right; I was still all tingly...

But as I looked down on my *****ing ***, saw how he relaxed in his *****, I was wondering if I was tingly because of the awe-inspiring cums... or if it was something else. Something more... perhaps something that shouldn't happen between a ****** and her ***? On one hand, we'd already broken so many of society's taboos, but still...

In the end, I got rid of the few clothes he'd allowed me to wear and crawled down under the duvet to him, hugging him to me.

It took a long time before I fell a*****...

END PART II

Hélène : soumission surprise




Je ne suis pas une fille qu'on drague dans la rue. La nature ne m'a pas vraiment gâtée coté physique. Des fesses un peu grosses, des seins trop petits, un visage banal. Bref à 23 ans, j'avais eu que des aventures sans lendemain, et ma sexualité se résumait bien souvent à des séances de masturbation, le soir, seule dans mon lit.

J'étais d'ailleurs experte en la matière, à ***** de pratique. Je m'inventais des histoires où j'étais attachée, forcée. J'en voulais à mon corps d'être ingrat, et je ne me privais pas de lui faire sentir. Souvent je passais une corde autour de moi au niveau de la poitrine ou du bas ventre, ou alors, je me donnais quelques coups de martinet. Bref, même si je n'osais me l'avouer, et si je n'allais jamais bien loin dans mes sévices, j'étais un peu maso !

L'été dernier, je devais passer une semaine de congés chez ma mère, divorcée depuis 3 ans, qui habitait un village paumé 100 km au sud de chez moi. Je n'étais pas emballée, mais faute de mieux ça me changerait de la cité ou j'étais.
Au téléphone, quelques jours avant, elle me dit qu'elle avait une petite surprise, mais qu'elle ne me dirait rien avant mon arrivée. Et pour cause, sinon j'y serais pas allée !

La surprise, je n'eu aucun mal à la découvrir en arrivant. Ma mère, qui avait 20 ans de plus que moi, s'était trouvé un Jules, alors que moi, j'en étais bien infoutue. En plus il était plutôt bien. J'étais verte de jalousie et faillie repartir aussitôt. Mais faute de trouver un bon alibi, et devant l'enthousiasme de ma mère pour *** nouveau Jules (en fait il s'appelait Luc), je fis semblant de partager *** plaisir (même lorsqu'elle me dit : Et toi, toujours pas de petit ami ?).

Bref il était temps que la journée et la semaine se terminent !

Le lendemain matin, elle m'annonça qu'elle allait faire des courses (Luc l'emmenait bien sûr) et me demanda si je me joignais à eux.
-"Euh non, je préfère prendre le soleil sur la terrasse".
- "Comme tu voudras ma chérie, j'en aurais pour 2h00, pas plus". Ce qui dans la bouche de ma mère signifiait au moins 3h00 !

J'attendais leur départ en préparant mes affaires sur la terrasse : chaise longue, jus de fruit, et bouquin que je ne lirais pas ! Car j'avais ma petite idée en tête. La terrasse étant à l'abri de tout, je comptais, non seulement m'y mettre dans la tenue d'Eve, mais aussi m'occuper de mon sexe ! Jamais je n'aurais osé faire du nudisme "en public" mais là je réalisais un petit fantasme. Dès qu'ils furent partis, je récupérais dans mon sac de voyage, ma corde, mon martinet et le plantoir en plastique d'un jeu pour enfant qui me servait de gode !

Cela me fit une drôle de sensation de me déshabiller totalement à l'extérieur. Mais une fois allongée nue dans la chaise longue, je me suis sentie excitée et j'ai commencé à me caresser le corps. Je commence toujours par le haut du corps, laissant mon fantasme prendre le pas sur ma rai***. Après je noue la corde, ce jour là autour de ma poitrine, la faisant passer sur mes tétons, en serrant suffisamment pour les sentir pri***niers, écrasés : J'adore !

Ensuite j'écarte un peu les cuisses, permettant à ma main de s'insinuer entre les plis de ma chatte. Rapidement je trouve le clito et me caresse lentement en fantasmant. Il faut dire qu'en général, j'aime faire durer longuement mes séances de plaisir solitaire et j'avais bien l'intention d'en faire de même ce jour là. Cependant mon excitation était plus forte que d'habitude et après un quart d'heure de caresses clitoridiennes, j'avais déjà envie d'autres choses. Je pris donc le martinet et commençais à me corriger : d'abord les seins, puis le ventre, les cuisses et l'intérieur des cuisses; Des fois je me lève pour m'en donner sur les fesses et quand je suis très excitée comme c'était le cas ce jour là je n'hésite pas à m'en donner quelques coup dans la raie ou sur la chatte.

Il faut maintenant que je vous dise que je n'avais pas tout compris aux 'courses de ma mère'. *** Jules (Luc), se contentait juste de l'emmener et de retourner la chercher 2 ou 3 heures plus tard ! Il est donc revenu à la mai***, quand j'en étais à ma séance de martinet. En fait je n'ai jamais su exactement à quel moment il était rentré et quand il m'avait vu m'adonner à mes jeux, car je ne l'ai pas entendu revenir.

J'ai donc poursuivi mes jeux de martinet un bon moment puis l'envie de gode s'est fait plus précise et j'ai introduit l'ustensile dans mon con, sans effort tellement j'étais mouillée.

C'est le moment que Luc choisi pour manifester sa présence. Sa voix me fit sursauter, presque tomber de la chaise longue :
- "Je pense que tu vas préférer mon joujou, Hélène" (Ah oui, Hélène, c'est moi !)
Il était juste derrière moi, la bite dressée à l'air, fier de lui. Moi j'étais nue de chez nue, une corde qui m'écrase les seins déjà ridicules en temps normal, et le manche du plantoir qui dépasse entre mes jambes. A ce moment j'aurais voulue disparaître à jamais, ne plus exister; Je suis incapable de me souvenir dans le détail de ce qu'il m'a dit. Ses paroles étaient humiliantes mais me paraissait si vrai que je le laissais dire sans rien avoir à répondre. Il me traitait de grosse cochonne, d'obsédée, me disait qu'il m'avait vu me donner du martinet. "Si ta mère te voyait, ma pauvre Hélène" cette phrase je ne l'ai pas oubliée. Tout en parlant il se rapprochait de moi, tandis que j'étais paralysée par la honte. Il m'a pris la main, je regardais ailleurs mais ne faisait rien pour le repousser. Il posa ma main sur *** sexe, tout en continuant à m'humilier et de dire des paroles obscènes. Puis il m'a pelotée. Je n'ai rien fait pour l'en empêcher. Je savais qu'il allait me prendre, et je n'ai rien fait. Je ne savais pas si j'en avais envie ou non, si c'était l'unique moyen de me sortir de cette situation, si c'était pour me venger de ma mère (moi aussi je me ferais baiser aujourd'hui). Il m'a basculée sur la table, m'a enlevé le plantoir d'entre mes cuisses et y a placé sa queue.

Ses paroles humiliantes m'excitaient à présent. Mon corps tout entier tremblait. Cela faisait près d'un an qu'un mec ne m'avait pas prise et tout le reste devenait sans importance; J'ai jouit bruyamment ce qui a entraîné sa jouissance. Il m'a laissé comme il était venu. J'ai ramassé mes affaires et suis remontée m'enfermer dans ma chambre. Mon corps n'était pas calmé, et je dus me masser mon clito pendant plusieurs minutes pour atteindre l'orgasme libérateur.

Libérateur et cruel : la réalité me sauta au visage. Je m'étais laissée baiser par le mec de ma mère, je me suis donnée en spectacle devant lui, j'ai dévoilé à cet inconnu, mes fantasmes les plus secrets. J'ai chialé en silence pendant une heure avant de finir par aller sous la douche (ma mère allait finir par rentrer !)

Au repas de midi, je craignais le pire mais ma mère ne remarqua pas mes yeux rougis et Luc se comporta de manière naturelle comme s'il ne s'était rien passer ! L'après-midi et la soirée furent également sans problème, et j'eus presque l'impression d'avoir rêver. Mais le soir dans mon lit je repensai à tout ça et de nouveau j'étais honteuse et excitée à la fois. Je m'endormis la main entre les cuisses.

Le lendemain, j'avais une meilleure mine (mais ça n'allait pas durer longtemps). Je descendis pour le petit déjeuner; ils avaient déjà pris le leur. Ma mère me servie mon café au lait quand 2 coups de klaxon retentirent. C'était le camion du boucher qui passait, comme tous les dimanches matin. Ma mère sortit rapidement de la mai*** pour acheter la viande du midi.

Luc qui jusque là n'avait parlé que de la météo d'un air détaché, se rapprocha de moi et changea brusquement de ton :
- Alors ma petite salope, toujours le feu au cul !
Interloquée, je ne répondis pas.
- Entre le boucher et les commérages avec les voisines, ta mère en a pour 20 minutes minimum ! Suffisamment pour s'envoyer en l'air, non ?
- Non, mais ça va pas la... AIE ! (en vrai, j'ai crié plus longtemps que ça)
Il venait de me saisir par la tignasse, m'obligeant à me relever. Mais aussitôt debout il me poussa en avant, me courbant sur la table. Tentant de résister, mon bol de café au lait valsa. *** contenu se renversa sur la table tandis qu'il finit sa course par terre, en plusieurs morceaux. Mon verre de jus d'orange fit de même, accompagné de la corbeille de pain et d'une petite cuillère ! (oui, je sais, on s'en fout de la petite cuillère)

Bref quand mon corps entra en contact avec la table, mon peignoir (seul tissu recouvrant ma peau) absorba un mélange de café au lait et de jus d'orange à moitié tiède, tandis que, dans mon dos, de sa main libre, Luc relevait déjà mon bas de peignoir, dégageant mes fesses. Ses paroles étaient toujours humiliantes et grossières. J'étais abasourdie par cette soudaine violence, je n'avais même pas eu le temps de réagir.

A la différence de la veille je n'étais pas du tout excitée et je serrais les fesses, faute de pouvoir me relever, pour ne pas qu'il me prenne. Mais là n'était pas *** intention, et une vigoureuse claque sur mes fesses me le fit comprendre. D'autres s'enchaînèrent et je reçu la première vrai correction de ma vie (y'a toujours une première fois, et en général, on l'oublie pas : là, je confirme).

D'abord il frappa à main nue, alternativement, sur chacune de mes fesses. Puis, après une courte pause qui lui permis d'enlever *** ceinturon, je sentis le cuir venir lacérer ma peau déjà endolorie. Les coups n'étaient pas très précis et mes cuisses comme mes reins n'étaient pas à l'abri.

La sensation de douleur s'amplifiait, mais bizarrement je ne criais pas, ne tentait même pas vraiment de résister. J'étais ce qu'il me disait que j'étais : "une salope, une chienne, une chose". La honte me submergeait tandis que je sentais, au delà la douleur, une excitation malsaine m'envahir.
Voyant que je ne gigotais plus, il arrêta de me frapper, me fit asseoir sur la chaise, sortit *** sexe au garde à vous, m'attrapa par les cheveux et me força à l'engloutir. Ma bouche allait et venait sur ce morceau de chair odorant, au rythme de ses va et vient. Je ne le suçais pas, il me baisait. Il ne tarda pas à jouir, *** sperme envahissant ma bouche. Il me força à avaler et à le sucer jusqu'à ce que *** membre mollisse.

Il me lâcha enfin, et d'un ton tout naturel, comme si rien de tout ça ne s'était passé, il me dit très gentiment: "Pourrais-tu nettoyer tout ce bazar avant que ta mère revienne, je vais me doucher"

Comme une automate je m'accroupis pour ramasser les morceaux de verre cassés. Mon peignoir s'écarta entre mes jambes, laissant l'odeur de mon sexe humide remontée à mes narines. Une bouffée de chaleur m'envahit soudain. Mon sexe me démangeait. Il fallait que je me touche, que ma cavité soit emplie, que je jouisse, vite. Tout en nettoyant je me frottais la chatte, serrant et desserrant les cuisses. Je cherchais désespérément un objet à m'enfoncer dans le con. Ne trouvant rien d'autre que le manche trop petit de la petite cuillère qui trainait (Ah vous voyez on y revient), je me dépêchais de nettoyer pour rejoindre ma chambre. Cette attente me faisait plus souffrir que la correction que je venais de recevoir. Mes fesses endolories, je ne les sentais presque plus, mon sexe brulant d'impatience, si !

Enfin je pu abandonner la cuisine qui avait retrouvée un état acceptable. Je montais les marches 4 à 4 pour rejoindre ma chambre tellement j'étais excitée. Luc sortait juste de la salle de bain, nu, le sexe de nouveau dur. Dans le couloir étroit nous nous croisâmes. Je ne voyais que ce sexe dressé. Je ne sentais que la démangeai*** de ma chatte frustrée. N'écoutant que mon instinct ******, je laissais tomber mon peignoir au sol devant lui et dis: "prends-moi".

Nue, offerte, il me dévisageait en silence (cette fois c'était lui qui était interloqué ! un partout et sexe au centre !). A ce moment la porte d'entrée claqua (fin de la première mi-temps ?). Ma mère rentrait. Il me dit : "Habille toi et rejoins moi dans la grange".

J'allais dans ma chambre pour m'habiller. Une jupe et un tee shirt rapidement enfilés sans sous vêtement, me permirent de sortir en moins de deux. J'avais le feu au cul (il n'avait finalement pas tort). J'airais baisé avec n'importe quel mec. Je savais qu'en m'offrant ainsi à Luc, je me jetais dans la gueule du loup. Mais il m'avait mise dans un état second et une seule chose m'en ferais sortir : Baiser. ! J'évitais de passer devant ma mère qui parlait avec Luc dans la cuisine.

La grange, désaffectée, était suffisamment loin de la mai***. Elle contenait tout un tas de vieilleries qui auraient méritées la décharge. Je n'eu pas à attendre longtemps. Il entra, referma la lourde porte derrière lui, me regarda en souriant : "A poil salope"

Il aurait pu me demander n'importe quoi sur n'importe quel ton. J'étais prête à tout pour avoir sa bite en moi. Il dégagea un vieux matelas de laine éventré et poussiéreux, le disposa au milieu de la grange. J'étais déjà nue. Je m'installai sur le matelas, allongée sur le dos, les genoux repliés et les cuisses écartées. Je m'offrais comme une pute. Il s'approcha, enleva chaussures, pantalon et slip, se laissa tomber devant ma chatte. Il ne s'embarrassa pas de préliminaire et me planta *** engin entre les cuisses sans délai.
Pour la première fois de ma vie, j'ai jouit en moins d'une minute, puis de nouveau quelques minutes après.

Il jouit à *** tour. Sitôt après, Il se rhabillât sans dire un mot. Moi je restais nue sur le matelas, vidée (enfin, remplie aussi, j'vous fais pas un dessin!). Avant de quitter la grange, il me balança quelques mots : "t'es vraiment une bonne salope. On va bien s'amuser tous les deux"

Je ne sais pas combien de temps je suis restée là, immobile, me laissant envahir par le remord, la honte, les larmes. Pourtant je savais qu'il recommencerait, que je ne ferais rien pour l'en empêcher, qu'une fois excitée je serais prête à tout. Et de nouveau ma main s'insinua entre mes cuisses, calmant mes larmes et mes remords dans un nouvel orgasme.

Je me suis traînée tout le reste de la journée, épuisée, à ne rien faire, ne pensant qu'à une seule chose. Comment se passerait mon prochain tête à tête avec Luc ? Quand aurait-il lieu ?

Ma mère me trouvait bizarre et avait peur que je sois malade. Si elle savait !

Lundi matin, je tentais de me lever plus tôt. Ma mère était encore dans la cuisine, Luc était en train de tondre la pelouse (avant peut-être de s'occuper de la mienne).

Ma mère me servit le p'tit dèj pendant qu'elle rangeait la cuisine. Après quelques sujets de conversation banals, elle me demanda comment je trouvais Luc. La question m'embarrassa. D'un coup surgissait à ma mémoire l'image de mon corps nu sur la table où j'étais en ce moment même en train de déjeuner, et celle de mes fesses rougies par la correction. Je bafouillais quelques mots décousus tandis que ma mère me regardait bizzarement en souriant.

"Lui en tout cas, te trouve très bien" (c'était quand même la moindre des choses, non ?!)

Puis elle se rapprocha de la table et y déposa un tube de crème en disant :

"Tiens, ça c'est pour tes fesses, au cas où elles te feraient encore un peu mal !"

Je vous dis pas la honte qui s'abatit sur moi à cet instant. Je devins écarlate, J'avais le feu au joues (pour une fois que ce n'est pas ailleurs me direz-vous !). Je n'osais plus regarder ma mère en face.

Ce salaud de Luc lui avait donc tout raconté ! (Et surement pas du genre : Ta fille a fait une mauvaise chute dans l'escalier, elle doit avoir le derrière tout rouge ! )

Sans m'apercevoir qu'elle ne m'en voulait pas du tout, je bafouilla mille excuses pour avoir baisée avec *** Jules (Si, si, faut dire les choses comme elles ***t). Et elle, elle me regardait et elle souriait !

Elle s'est approché de moi, m'a pris le menton entre ses doigts pour relever ma tête. On était les yeux dans les yeux, moi j'avais les larmes au yeux. Elle me dit a peu près ceci :

"Ecoute ma chérie, j'ai aimé ton père, je ne regrette rien de ma vie passée et je le respecte encore beaucoup. Mais trop longtemps je suis restée une femme insatisfaite, sans même m'en rendre compte. Luc m'a fait découvrir des plaisirs que je n'imaginais pas, que je n'acceptaient pas, tellement j'en avais honte;
J'avais prévue, durant ces vacances de te parler de ça, de l'importance de vivre pleinement sa sexualité. Bien sûr, Luc et moi n'avions pas imaginé ce qui allait se passer samedi dernier.
Luc est un libertin. J'ai eu beaucoup de mal à l'accepter au départ, mais depuis quelques mois j'ai compris que le sexe pouvait être dissocié de l'amour. Je sais qu'il couche avec d'autres femmes et j'ai récemment eu une expérience avec un autre homme.
Il n'a pas hésiter à m'avouer ce qu'il s'était passé avec toi sur la terrasse. Je me suis presque reconnue en toi. Il m'a laissé décider de ce qu'il devait faire : partir quelques jours ou rester ici avec nous.
J'ai eu du mal à me décider et lui ai dit de faire ce qui lui semblait le mieux, pour toi."

Je n'en croyais pas mes oreilles. Ma mère acceptait sans broncher que *** Jules me saute (et je passe les autres détails) !
Elle poursuivit :

"Tout comme toi, je prends un certain plaisir à être forcée, à recevoir la fessée (de nouveau je devins rouge pivoine). Et si tu devais vivre ce genre d'expérience avec un homme, j'ai pensé que Luc était certainement le mieux placé pour tenir ce rôle. J'ai une parfaite confiance en lui, sur tous les plans.
Je sais qu'hier tu t'es offerte à lui, je sais que tu ne tarderas pas à en avoir de nouveau envie. Cette expérience va changer ta vie de femme. Tache juste de ne pas tomber amoureuse de lui. Mais prend tout le plaisir qu'il te donnera. J'aimerais tant avoir connu cela à ton âge..."

Ma mère me pris dans ses bras. je ne savais pas quoi répondre, j'étais ahurie. Je trouvais cela dément. ça ne collait pas du tout avec l'image que je me faisait de ma mère. J'étais déboussollée grave.

Après quelques minutes de silence, Luc entra dans la pièce. Il me lança un boujour enjoué. Oui c'était bien l'homme qui m'avait traitée comme une chose, insultée, frappée, baisée. Oui c'était aussi l'amant de ma mère et elle me poussait dans ses bras. Oui, je savais que j'aurais, à un moment ou à un autre, de nouveau envie de lui.

Ma mère s'écarta doucement de moi en me disant qu'il fallait qu'elle parte travailler. Je savais que Luc était en congés et que je resterais la journée entière en sa compagnie. Je le savais depuis hier et bizzarement, je ne m'en inquiétais pas. J'étais prête à m'abandonner à lui, à ses caprices, comme ma mère avait dû le faire depuis quelques mois.

Elle pris ma main, celle de Luc qui s'était rapproché de nous, et les joignit. "Vous êtes les deux per***nes que j'aime le plus au monde. Amusez-vous bien !"

Et sans un mot de plus, elle s'en alla bosser. Juste avant de refermer la porte de la cuisine, tandis que Luc lui tournait le dos, elle souleva sa jupe, me dévoilant ses fesses rougies pas une récente correction !

Luc vit ma nouvelle stupéfaction dans mon regard, mais lorsqu'il se retourna, ma mère avait déjà disparue. J'en profitais pour disjoindre nos mains et me tournais vers la fenêtre. Ma mère qui avait déjà atteint sa voiture, ne regarda même pas dans ma direction. Je me sentis d'un coup abandonnée, submergée par tout ce que je venais d'apprendre.

Luc se rapprocha de moi, et je sentis *** corps contre mon dos. Je m'attendais presque résignée (car là, c'était vraiment pas le moment), à un subit changement de comportement de sa part, comme les fois précédentes où je me retrouvais seule avec lui. Mais il n'en fut rien.

Au contraire, tout ces gestes étaient doux. Ses mains, ses bras enveloppaient mon corps, comme une caresse, comme une protection rassurante après les révélations de ma mère. Même sa voix était apaisante :

Il me dit que ma mère était une femme formidable, qu'il fallait lui faire confiance. Il me serra fort, garda le silence jusqu'à ce que je me calme. Puis, toujours sur ce ton de la confidence :

"Aujourd'hui tu vas découvrir une autre forme de plaisir, indissociable de la vrai soumission. Tout ne sera que volupté et douceur. Laisse toi aller, pleure si tu as envie de pleurer, abandonne toi"

Ce corps blotti contre le mien devenait ma carapace protectrice. Ses baisers dans ma nuque avait les bienfaits d'un massage. Ses doigts dessinant des arabesques sur mon visage, m'apaisaient. Je savais déjà qu'il était trop tard, que j'allais m'abandonner à lui, que mon corps tout entier allait devenir sien. Je fermais les yeux sans rien dire, consentante et offerte.

Sans jamais rompre le contact de nos corps, avec une infinie lenteur, il me guida vers le salon. Le long tee-shirt que je portais était l'unique rempart entre mon corps et ses mains. Il murmurait au creux de mon oreille des mots à peine audibles, mais le ton de sa voix suffisait à apaiser tous mes doutes.

J'arrivais devant le sofa. Il m'invita à m'y allonger sur le ventre. Et tandis que mon corps exécutait le mouvement requis, ses mains retenaient à lui, mon unique vêtement. Le passage à l'horizontal s'exécuta sans à coup, sans perdre le contact. Je me lovais entre la douceur du velours du divan, et la douceur de ses mains parcourant mon dos, dans un voluptueux enchaînement de caresses et de doux massages. Chaque mouvement s'attardait un peu plus haut vers ma nuque, un peu plus bas vers mes reins. Millimètre par millimètre, mon corps était conquis par cette sensation si douce et réconfortante, si protectrice. Il m'eut été impossible de dire à quel moment ses mains commencèrent à parcourir mes fesses, à quel moment, il y étala la crème que ma mère m'avait proposée.

Je ne voulais penser à rien d'autre, ne ressentir que ces voluptueuses caresses, indéfiniment. Pourtant, dans ce bien être total, dénué de toute pensée coquine, je savais que mon sexe n'était pas endormi. Je savais que les mains qui caressaient mes fesses, provoquaient en lui une irrigation inhabituelle. Je savais que je ne contrôlerais pas longtemps cette sagesse retrouvée.

Il suffit d'un rien. D'un doigt qui s'égara un peu plus entre mes fesses ou d'un toucher de peau plus léger au niveau de mes reins. Le feu me monta au joues (encore ! mais pas seulement là cette fois), mes tétons se firent plus durs, mon bas ventre me démangea soudain (sûrement une vilaine piqûre de moustique ! Les moustiques ***t des obsédés, ils vous piquent toujours dans des endroits pas possibles !).

J'avais maintenant envie de contacts plus appuyés. Sous ces caresses devenues trop légère à mon goût, tel un serpent, j'ondulais contre le tissu, frottant mon corps à la recherche de sensations nouvelles. Luc compris ce qui m'arrivait, mais fit l'inverse de ce que j'attendais, me faisant languir par des mouvements encore plus légers, des effleurements insuportables.

Sans pudeur j'entrouvais mes jambes, ondulais pour attirer *** corps au mien, écrasant ma poitrine contre le sofa, frottant mon pubis contre le tissus devenu trop doux.

Lui jouait avec mon impatience, alternant les massages à pleines paumes et les caresses insupportables de quelques doigts qui s'égarent entre mes fesses. il m'effleurait, se jouait de mon impatient désir, m'excitait au plus haut point.

J'avais envie de lui, de ses mots durs, de sa **********, de *** sexe en moi. Il y répondait par toujours plus de douceur et de volupté, d'indécence contenue. N'en pouvant plus, je criais mes désirs :

'Fesses-moi ! Prends-moi ! Dis moi que je suis une salope !'

Mais sa voix apaisante me disais : "patiente, la voilà ta vrai soumission. Résiste, contrôle ton corps, ton plaisir n'en sera que plus fort !"

Il attendait que je me calme, puis reprenait ses caresses, inlassablement. Chaque fois un peu plus loin. *** torse était à présent plaqué dans mon dos. Ses lèvres embrassaient mes fesses. Ses doigts jouaient avec la rosette de mon cul, longeant le chemin qui y menait, tournant autour, la frôlant, encore et encore. Puis ils quittaient ce lieu pour aller frôler l'intérieur de mes cuisses, se rapprochant de ma chatte sans jamais l'atteindre ou alors de manière si légère que c'en était pire qu'insupportable.

Je savais que les levres de mon sexe étaient gonflées de désir, béantes et luisantes de mouille. La douce odeur de mon sexe emplissait la pièce. Je n'en pouvais plus. Il le savait. Ses doigts se firent plus précis, prélevant à plusieurs reprise un peu de mouille de ma chatte, et glissant vers mon cul. La pression sur ma rosette ne tarda pas. Et tandis que je m'ouvrais sur ce doigt inquisiteur, la sensation de plaisir qui l'accompagnait, s'accentua.

Il n'entra que d'une phalange, ressortit, glissa jusqu'à l'entrée de mon vagin, repartit vers mon cul, entra de nouveau. Inlassablement, il refit ce mouvement. Chaque fois, imperceptiblement, il allait un peu plus loin vers mon clito, un peu plus profond dans mon cul, un peu plus vite entre les deux.

J'étais comme le ciel avant l'orage, électrisé de l'intérieur, immobile à l'extérieur tellement j'étais tendu autour de ce doigt qui me rendait folle. C'était une question de secondes, ces secondes interminables avant que la foudre se déchaine.

Le plaisirs m'envahit d'un coup, comme une vague heurtant mon corps, qui se crispa. Je serrais et desserais les cuisses au rythme de ses mouvements. J'émis un cri rauque, puis un hurlement, tandis qu'un deuxième doigt emplissait mon cul.

J'ai jouit comme jamais, en criant comme une bête, à en perdre toute notion de temps et d'espace, de morale et de pudeur. J'ai jouit en sachant que j'étais définitivement sienne, que je lui appartenais corps et âme.

J'ai jouit longuement, et le reste du monde n'existait plus.

La suite, la suite ......

Effectivement, pareil texte appelle une suite... Merci.
La source a recommencé à couler, mais ce n'est qu'un mince filet à côté du flot en anglais...
Bonne continuation.

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