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"Okay, okay, I'll take my bra off, how's that? Will that make you happy?"

"Yeah, I guess." Claude agreed, looking at her chest and the small amount of cleavage the dress showed.

She performed the trick that women do, disappointing them by removing the white restraint, a sexy lace underwire number, without opening the bodice of her dress.

"Cheater.", Claude complained, grabbing the skirt portion of her dress and yanking it up.

"Whoop!" Victoria exclaimed in surprise, throwing her bra over her head and grabbing for her dress.

Only Janet noticed the under garment slap the wall behind her, falling down behind a long, heavy book cabinet. It was an incredible shot and she made it! She knew that Victoria must have been scouting when she was on her feet, scanning the room for a good spot, so she could await the proper opportunity. Janet started doing the same, trying to get her mind away from the two men who were playfully tugging at the bottom of her skirt, kissing her neck.

"I, I can't do this,...", she almost mewled, squirming and applying downward pressure on her skirt, darting her eyes around the room and trying to come up with a way to get them interested in her northern regions. "Please, you're,... making my nipples hard. I-I'm married."

They weren't baited. Instead, the man in front put his hand up the front of her skirt, making her pull down hard there, sticking her behind out and bending slightly with a gasp. The back of her skirt went up in a flash, almost to the top of her ass and, when Meshac pressed himself up against her again, she felt his naked hips against her cheeks, his long, hard member between them as he ground against her.

"Ohh, Sir." Janet cautioned, "This is so wrong. Oh, I shouldn't be here,... doing this! Oh, no!" she added desperately as the man in front finally abandoned his efforts in favour of her breasts.

He softly caressed their bottoms, making her shiver. He gently hefted them and then squeezed a little before pulling the bottom of her shirt up, over her breasts and to her neck. In her white bra, they squeezed out between her arms as she continued holding the front of her skirt down. Her dark nipples were somewhat visible and he went straight for them.

"Fuck, them nipples are hard! ****!"

"But I- (gasp) can't,... do this, I, I- uh! -Please, I want to pull my panties up and- Ohhhh!"

He pulled her bra cups down, her breasts almost oozing out of them and through her arms to show their true size, squashed together and propped up by the lowered cups. He fastened his mouth on one of her erect nipples and, in that moment, Meshac's prick drew down between her cheeks a little way before he pressed his dick to her anus, the precum at its tip lubricating both of them sufficiently for him to suddenly insert most of his cockhead.

"Aw- Ahhh!"

"Just relax, baby, everythin' will be fine."

She'd heard that about anal sex, but was in too much personal panic and pain to adhere to it and, besides, that would mean giving in and losing her virginity there. She moved her hands behind her and jumped at the feel of his big black rod as she tried to push him away, allowing the man in front to kneel, pushing the front of her skirt up and driving his mouth between her legs, making her instinctually move backwards.

"Uhhhnnnn! Awww-ww!" she groaned desperately through her teeth, somewhat humiliated by this indignity of pain, trying not to draw attention to herself and hoping Victoria wouldn't notice.

By this time, Janet's neighbor had been repositioned. The men on either side of her had pushed closer together, sandwiching her until she ended up sitting on and across their laps, legs held spread even wider with her dress pulled up to show her wide, white garter belt and low cut, white panties.

Okay, now seriously, guys, I like you, but that's really not the kind of question you should be asking a married woman." Victoria assured them, smiling as she watched Claude stroke himself under her sunhat.

"It ain't that big a deal. Ya got it, or not?"

She sighed and said, "Fine, if you must know, yes, I do have some pubic hair. I suppose you'll want to see it now."

"Sure.", said Jeffries, the man on her other side, as he reached over and pulled the front of her panties down just a little, making her inhale sharply.

And there was the proof, her cropped bush peeping out. Claude leaned forward, the sunhat falling away as he looked between her legs, moaning, his hand on her inner thigh closer to her crotch as Victoria sat and watched Jeffries' fingers playing in her pussy hair.

"Ooohh! Okay, that's enough. You can look but you can't- Uhh! (giggle) "Jeffries, stop, that tickles!" she admonished, twitching and holding her dress flat against her stomach.

Finally, after letting them have a little fun, she reached down to pull her panties up again, glancing at Jeffries' cock as someone from behind the couch reached over her shoulder and down the front of her dress.

"Oh! Oh my goodness, you're brazen! she laughed, quite horny now and hamming it up.

She made no move to stop this and continued holding her dress up for them to see her panties and garter belt, smiling tolerantly like Janet might as a second hand went down the front of her dress, joining the other in playing with her tits. Victoria looked up to see how she was making out and got a small shock.

Her underwear was rolled halfway down her thighs, skirt pushed up just high enough for Meshac to enter what had to be her ass from that angle. He was almost halfway in and, while he obviously enjoyed the sensations this offered him, another man was busily licking her pussy from the front. Her breasts were bared and she stood in a kind of shock as they used her, whimpering and groaning, her facial expressions as intense as what was happening to her.

"Janet! He's fucking your ass,...! Oh, my god!"

"Uhhhhhnn!? Uhh-hhhh! Uuaawwwww!" Janet cried, her long nailed fingers now resting on the shaved head of the man who was tonguing her.

She had no choice but to relax as Meshac worked his way further and further in. It was so dirty, an act that had never appealed to her before, one that she was, in fact, always afraid of, but now it was actually happening to her and Victoria knew. Her face turned red, mouth wide open in pain and heart pounding, affronted shock as the man at her pussy slashed her lips with his tongue, holding her legs as far apart as her panties would allow. She arched her back to this undeniable pleasure that almost counteracted the pain from behind and locked eyes with Victoria as Meshac pulled himself ever deeper by her hips.

Janet's neighbor shivered as her dress was opened up in front, her breasts hauled out while she watched Janet's predicament. A moment later, her panties and garter belt were being explored, played with and gently tugged at. She reached into their laps with hands that trembled with excitement and took their cockheads to play with them, spreading their precum around before stroking them slowly.

"Ohhhh!" she sighed as the ********* hands took this for free license to play in her pubic hair again while more fingers began rubbing her mound. Oooohh, that's,... so goooood,..."

The guy behind her was pinching her nipples a little roughly, squeezing her breasts and manhandling her while another hand reached underneath and found her anus.

"Ahh. Ahh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh!" she hissed. "I suppose you're- (gasp!) -expecting me to give you head. Ooooh."

Meshac was almost all the way inside Janet now and the feeling was like nothing else as the pain started to abate a little, as the man in front sucked from her opening and played with her clit. A third stepped forward to take over the use of her breasts, slobbering all over them, licking and sucking everywhere, Victoria being too busy playing with male genetalia to watch her ********* at the moment, too busy enjoying the hands all over her body.

And then Meshac was there, buried up inside Janet's ass as she stood quivering, trying to relax and keep from being overwhelmed by the feel of him in there, his naked hips pressed against her bare bottom. He slowly started caressing her hips again, moving and truly grinding her along with the music and she had no choice but to carefully go with him, the man between her legs never missing a beat. The young man who'd been handling her breasts began necking with her while squeezing her orbs, tugging at their nipples and it was all becoming too much rather quickly.

A thought flashed through her mind, a memory of Dr. McNeer's office and whether or not her current situation was some kind of cosmic justice for what they'd done to she and Laura.

And then there was the bugged bra still to deal with.

Her head flopped down and she saw the dick of the young man who busied himself with her breasts, pointing straight up as though it was a rocket straining for flight. It pressed against her hip and, in the building, dirty pleasure of her first anal experience, she took it in her hand, just holding it, feeling its firm girth before he started slowly pumping through her grip.

Meshac had begun slowly pumping too, breathing heavily as the man at her pussy held her lips apart so he could take his assault deeper and to her clitoris as well.

"Nnnaaaaaa! Ohhhhh, my fifi!"

That was when a plan of action concerning her bra burst upon her ever more compliant mindset. It was obvious as her pullover was being pulled over her head. She let out a long moan and grabbed at her bra, giving in to her sudden, filthy desires, trying to tear it from herself as if it were suddenly too uncomfortable.

"Ohhhhh! Help!" she pleaded.

The young man took Janet's plea for how it was meant and mildly jerked her upper body about a little as he ********** removed the bugged bra. She held on to it as he tore it from her and after he was done, clutching it in her hand, arms held out slightly as the three men did what they would with her body. She took a quick look at Victoria's 'scene' to make sure nobody was looking.

Victoria herself wasn't looking, was far too busy for that now, as were her three *********. She was on her knees and facing the back of the couch again, her belt on the floor, dress being completely removed as she made half hearted attempts to stop them, smiling and playfully scolding them. As she held her fingers over her nipples, one of them pulled her panties down, she reacting with only a politely horny smile while another climbed over the couch to sit on its back, naked with his legs spread expectantly in front of her.

Janet tossed the bra with an underhanded throw, hoping her experience as Pitcher on her high school's girls softball team wasn't a complete waste. It wasn't and, as it flew into the large entertainment unit, over the top of the large, widescreen television, she cried out in alarmed pleasure to cover any sound it might make as it flopped down into the darkness behind the set.

Nobody noticed.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhh-hhh!" she cried out again, this time in relief as well as pleasure as Meshac's big cock drove her closer to the orgasm that the man fingering and lapping at her spread fifi was also driving her to.

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"Mmm. (smooch) Mmmmmm. (smerp) Ohhh." Victoria toned while kissing and licking the hard cock in front of her, playing around the head as she had with the others, allowing her fingers to experience the feel of its firm rim.

She was down to her garters and stockings, even her shoes on the floor. Her (fake) diamond necklace dangled over his balls as she enjoyed the feel of his helmet with her lips. Behind her, Claude and Jeffries were just shedding the last of their clothes.

She spread her knees and looked back, saying, "You two be good back there."

"I'm real fuckin' good." Claude laughed, sitting beside her and skillfully slipping her over him, he underneath her.

"Oh, what-? Oh, Claude, no."

It was then that the man whose cock she'd been enjoying told her straight out, told her what she, in a way, wanted to hear at that point while Jeffries grabbed her ass in both hands.

"Why don' choo just shut the fuck up and suck my cock? We gonna use you two white bitchez like sheep and there ain't **** you're gonna do 'bout it."

In some sense, she was actually offended as she looked up at him, his meat in her hand. Strangely, however, when someone from behind put her sunhat back on her head, she obediently put his cockhead back in her mouth. An instant later, Claude thrust himself up inside her wet and ready snatch from underneath, pulling Victoria down by her garter belt with a groan from each of them.

Now it was her turn to feel the invasion of her anus as Jeffries' prick pressed for entry where only Reggie had gone before, even as Claude played with her tits while buried in her pussy to the hilt. Because of her personal, marital experience with this form of sex, Victoria was easier able to relax and was at the same time more conditioned to it, but never had she had three (including the one in her mouth) dicks inside of her at once.

"Mmmm! Ohmmmmm!" she cried, going down and taking as much length in her mouth as she could.

Janet's underwear was also now gone and she was being picked up by her thighs by the one who had been eating fifi. He handed her to Meshac while she squirmed and cried out, having gotten quite close to cumming until then. Meshac jerked her higher, to a more comfortable position on his cock and so that the other could slide his inside her pussy. They began bouncing her like that, both of them supporting her between them with her thighs spread, knees in the air.

Now that her ass fucking had turned into a wonderful, painfully satisfying experience for her, it, along with having fifi pounded at the same time, was almost beyond her ability to handle. Her brief, shrieking cries filled the room, even overwhelming Victoria's wailing.

Meshac was getting close himself, grunting each time he bounced her, enjoying her cries and the feel of her ass around his prick, feeling her fingers down there as she played with her clit. The heels of the white woman's shoes were soon pointing almost straight up, toes curling in her open tipped shoes and, as he watched some moments later, two of her garter straps let go. He came with a long, wavery string of curses, filling her tight ass with jism.

Janet felt this distinctly, heard Meshac behind her and knew what he'd done, the knowledge pushing her over the edge.

"Oh! Ohhh! My bum! Ohh-hh! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!? IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!?"

They handled her like she was a rag doll, she limp and barely aware of having been moved to the couch after her mind blowing orgasm as they pushed her down to her back. She allowed them to arrange her as they pleased, playing with her nipples and making small, pleasured sounds, still in the afterglow. Her legs were spread and a cock entered her pussy as another was suddenly plugged into her open mouth.

"Mmmmmmm? (*****) Uhmmmm. Hmmmmmm." she crooned.

Stroking the big shaft with one hand, she sucked, feeling him with her tongue and still playing with one of her nipples, twisting and pinching while the one who was jerkily pumping her pussy played with the other. She then remembered Victoria and wondered if she were witnessing this complete surrender but, when she again looked, she saw that Victoria was too busy to notice anyway.

At that moment, Janet's neighbor was noticing too late the way the rude man's cock began to throb in her mouth. The double fucking she was receiving tended to blot out many details of the rest of her world as she knelt there between his legs, enthusiastically sucking his pole. He filled her mouth, holding her by the hair at the top of her head and fucking her lips as she received him amidst her howls of desperate delight. She was ****** to swallow some of his seed, more leaking from the corners of her mouth as her eyes rolled back.

Then Claude's cock seemed to burst inside her canal, squirting her cervix over and over as she kept sucking the spent cock in her mouth.

"Ohh, fuck! Fuckin bitch is bad!" its owner commented.

"AHHHH-HHH! Fuck me! AHHHHHH!" she replied, taking him out of her mouth to cry this out before licking him clean.

They kept pounding, ramming her face into his crotch as they did, Victoria moving in the ungainly rhythm while Claude was still there, working her ever closer, but in vain. He slipped out of her, then out from underneath her. Jeffries withdrew from her ass and turned her around, pushing her back down on the couch and dragging her ass to the edge of the seat cushion by her knees, she slouching in the seat and looking up at him. She spread her legs and he pushed them back as far as they would go, her feet almost at either side of her head, so that her pelvis was rotated up. Back inside her ass he dove, warm jism leaking from her opening as she played with her clit, yelping and wailing as he piled into her again and again.

She soon came, oblivious to circumstance, or surroundings, calling out wordlessly over and over in a rough voice that spoke of total satisfaction as she fingered herself with blissful intensity. Jeffries kept hammering throughout her event, his own deep grunts turning to insistent moans, then excited groans and, when he pulled out and came over her breasts and belly, she never stopped fingering herself, writhing under his squirting contribution to her sexual history.

Janet, head between two strong, black thighs, face upturned and mouth full of cock meat, was also approaching orgasm again. She loved the feel of her ankles being held fast, spreading her legs so she could be taken without resistance. She lovingly sucked, stroking with one hand, massaging the young man's balls with the other while her breasts joggled heavily back and forth with each impact to her bared crotch. In a crazy sense, she wished everyone she knew could see her like this, everyone except her husband.

When the cock was suddenly removed from her mouth, she left her lips parted as he came on them, her chin and in her mouth. She helped to pump it all out of him, freezing when she reached her own climax, tensing her entire body, clamping down on the hard rod inside her which only increased the wonderfully overwhelming, explosive sensations that she never wanted to end.

The man between her legs rushed to her side to insert himself into her mouth, groaning an easily read signal. For the first time, she tasted her own essence, took it back from him with her lips and tongue before reaching one arm around him and placing her hand at the bottom of his well toned ass. Looking him lustfully in the eyes, she removed him from her mouth and jerked him off in her face.

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

They were dropped down town by Meshac and Claude after being told that wherever Esther's Esthetics was, it wasn't in their part of town. They drove off in good spirits, leaving Janet and Victoria looking at one another with expressions of relief mixed with satisfaction on the neon lit sidewalk.

Janet gathered the sweater closer around her braless chest, acutely aware that her panties were also missing, as were Victoria's.

"That was,...", Janet tried.

"Well, it was what it was." Victoria determined.

"Imagine how poor Dr. McNeer must be feeling right now." Janet offered thoughtfully."

"Yeah, well I've got a feeling she may not be quite as bothered as we might assume. Anyway, it doesn't help to think about it."

"I liked what they did to me.", Janet admitted, looking down in excited shame at the sidewalk. "Even when he was first putting his cock in my bum, it turned me on in some,... unclean way."

"Mmmmm.", Victoria answered, smiling a little at how it tickled when they played in her pubic hair. "I know. I just loved it when he called me a bitch and told me to shut up and suck his cock."
Janet looked at her friend, not really surprised that she'd take her comment the way she did, and asked, "But, that's not,... I mean, that's not us, is it?"

"There's a cab." Victoria said, spying one over the blonde's shoulder.

She stepped out from behind Janet, hailing it down as her friend turned to watch, voluntarily banishing the subject from her own mind in favour of thoughts of a nice hot bath back in their suite.
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They arrived at the large, rented house at six o'clock, as instructed, in Reggie's Firebird. They knocked and waited in the late morning sunshine, wearing identical floral print dresses, until they were greeted warmly by Vernon, then invited in.

"Hang your dresses in the closet and come on out back to the pool." he said before walking off.

"Nice place." Victoria commented while unbuttoning the front of her dress unconcernedly.

"Actually, I think I liked Meshac's house better." Janet put in distractedly, not quite as comfortable about removing her dress as Victoria was.

Moments later, they were walking towards the back of the house in their 'uniforms', which consisted of a man's long white undershirt that was cut short, so that the bottom could be used as a mini skirt, their breasts barely covered at their bottoms. All the outer seems were removed, making Janet's light blue garter belt, Victoria's pink one ride above their tight, narrow 'underskirts', supporting sheer white stockings above white, high heeled shoes.

"I love this outfit. I feel so horny already." Victoria giggled quietly as their heels clipped to the rear sliding door, leading to the large pool deck in back.

Janet would have been a bit more comfortable with underwear, at least panties, but didn't have time to reply amidst her own distracted mindset. She wanted to caution her, ask her to keep in mind that they were only there, doing the things they were doing, because they had to and they should try not to personally indulge. The problem was, how could she say that when her own nipples were as hard as Victoria's?

An elegant woman in a very nice, deep maroon dress approached them once they were outside. The garment brought out her curves well, but in the serious, respectable way of a politician, or a prime time anchorwoman. Her shoulder length, ash blonde hair bounced a bit with her step, her strong, attractive face lighting up in a formal manner as she extended her hand to Victoria.

"Hello. I'm Seth's wife, Francine."

Victoria took the proffered hand and shook it, suddenly feeling a lot more foolish than horny and wondering who this woman was, not to mention who 'Seth' was.

"Oh.", Francine said, reading Victoria's polite expression and understanding her dilemma right away. "Of course, you would only know him as, 'Mr. Buckner'."

"Oh! Oh my god!" she said, letting go of Francine's hand and looking down at herself in horror. "Mrs. Buckner,..."

Janet moaned regretfully behind her friend. She had always known somehow that Buckner was married and also knew better than to try anything beyond a little flirting with him. This woman, built just a little taller and lighter than herself, was definitely a good reason why that would have been so grossly inappropriate as she smiled at Victoria forgivingly. The older and more diplomatic of the two friends stepped to Victoria's side to face up with her.

"Hello, Mrs. Buckner." she offered respectfully along with her hand. "My name is Janet Fulton and this is my friend, Victoria Sharpe. "I hope you understand that, uhh, we both regret meeting you under these, um, circumstances."

Francine smiled wider and took her hand, shaking it and replying, "I know all about your circumstances and why you're here dressed the way you are. And please, call me Fran. Not frannie. But, as I was saying, don't be alarmed, you'll be working under me for the day and I wouldn't have you any other way."

Victoria seemed to cheer up somewhat while Janet was mostly relieved, although her flush still didn't show signs of going away.

"Alright, ladies, just a little reminder of what Seth told you about introductions and names: You give yours if asked, but just your first names will do. Don't ask them theirs; if they decide to tell you a name, it won't be their real one. Don't ask about their business, their personal lives, not anything beyond what they want to talk to you about. Finally, unless they do give you a name to use, refer to them as 'Gentlemen', or 'Sir', 'Ladies', or 'Ma'am'. Are we clear?"

They nodded, becoming a little more comfortable with the situation as it turned to business, if not Fran's professionally brisk mannerisms that so strangely supported the impression of sincerity.

"So, which of you will be mixing and which serving?"

"I'll be mixing." Victoria told her. "I just hope nobody asks for anything I don't recognize, because-"

"It's okay, they probably won't be asking for anything fancy and, if they do, I'll be floating around and overseeing things. If you have any trouble, come to me, but try to make it discrete and respectful. I understand you're new to this and I'll be looking out so, often times, a direct look from a distance will do."

"Okay.", Victoria said with a nod, looking slightly up at the taller woman.

"If someone wanders over and wants to talk, then by all means do so. Be very friendly and helpful, that's what you're here for. Try to keep up with your job at the bar, but if they want to take you up to their room, you'll go."

" ... Yes."

"Is there a problem?"

"No. No, I just- well, I guess I- oh, god. It's not like I'm not prepared, or committed, it's just the way,..."

"Just the way I said it.", Buckner's wife finished. My apologies, I forget myself. I'm used to dealing with other types of people and now I can see that Seth was right about you two. Now, Janet, you'll be serving ******."

Fran paused here, looking her up and down appreciatively, ending with a close examination of her eyes.

"You're perfect. Be very friendly and polite as you normally are, take an interest in our guest's comfort and enjoyment, but don't be a bother. Always smile and act like they're better than you- No, not like they're better than you,... like you admire them, you understand?"

"Yes, I think I know what you want."

"I'm betting you do. Same goes for you too, by the way. If they want to talk, talk. If they want to take you to their room, you'll go and do whatever they please, even if they want you both. Neither of you worry, there'll be nothing crazy like ball gags and nipple clamps, you'll be fine." she said, smiling at her own joke.

"Well, that's a relief." Victoria said with her own smile as Janet grinned beside her.

"When you're not needed, I'll let you know." Fran went on with that smile still in place, now pointing to the pool deck. "When relaxing, your post is right over there, those two loungers near the bar and the door to the kitchen, should you need to bring a tray, or get a *****. When you're not needed for a time, I'll tell you to relax and enjoy yourselves, and I mean that you should. Get a *****, but don't get *****. Act sexy, but don't be vulgar. You're here as our two positive, trustworthy little happy faces, understood?"

They both nodded and confirmed that they did.

"Excellent. Now, just have a good time with this, be polite and well mannered and enjoy your time and your jobs as much as you can. Oh, and do find time for a swim. Just like that." she said, looking down at their outfits.


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There were only six guests, two couples and two single men. They were all Italian and they sat around the large table with the Buckner's, eating and lightly ******** with them while they talked.

Victoria was relieved to find that most of the ****** she was called on to make were indeed within her personal experience and that she only needed help from Fran twice.

Janet had sashayed up to the table with a bright, warm smile for everyone there, introducing herself and asking if everyone was enjoying themselves, the guests if they were enjoying their stay in Las Vegas, before taking their orders.

Both of them had fallen into their jobs easily and were enjoying their first break on the loungers at their assigned 'relaxation station', as they dubbed it, each sipping a ***** after having spread sun block over one another.

"This is fun." Victoria said with a smile. "Isn't it?"

"Yes.", Janet admitted, also smiling as they were told to. "I,... Well, I like having to pull my skirt down all the time and the way my garter belt shows."

"I know. They've been looking at us, too. I think we're doing good. Wow, look at your nipples."

"Look at yours."

They both laughed a little, then Victoria surprised her by touching her thigh and caressing it softly.

"You know, in all this, we haven't had a chance to, umm,... be with one another."

"No.", Janet agreed, looking away from her eyes, her smile now a little bit hesitant.

"Well, I want to. Be with you, I mean."

Janet nodded and said, "I want to be with you again, too. Especially just the two of us, but I just wonder what we'll do,... I mean we'll be back home soon, won't we? Maybe tomorrow night."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, too." Victoria said, watching her hand stroke her neighbor's inner thigh. "You know, I like you a lot as a friend, right?"

Janet nodded.

"Well, it might surprise you, but I never really had a lot of female friends and maybe for some good reasons. But I really appreciate how you never judged me and,... you know. Right?"

"I think I do. I appreciate you, too. If you want to know a secret, I often envied you and the path you chose, or maybe just the way you chose your own path in life. I've sort of lived vicariously through you sometimes, I suppose, to offset my own dull personality. I've had friends, but never of my choosing, only what was presented me through PTA meetings, the church, you understand. But you're different. You don't have anything to do with those things and you're my friend. I don't know if you understand that,..."

"I do, Janet. Thank you."

"Thank you."

They leaned closer and kissed each other softly on the lips, then after a pause, during which time they looked deeply into one another's eyes, they kissed again, allowing this one to linger. As their eyes closed, Janet's hand found Victoria's shoulder and rubbed it affectionately. They smiled again, as told, but sincerely when they looked each other in the eyes again a moment later.

"I can't wait to get you home." Janet said.

"Mmmm.", Victoria approved, squeezing Janet's thigh just above her knee.

"Hello, ladies. I hope we're not intruding."

It was the two female guests. They had been so engrossed in one another that they both failed to notice them approach.

"Oh, hello." Janet said as though she was at a church luncheon, looking up at them. "No, you weren't interrupting anything at all, may we help you?"

One of them was petite, blonde and pretty, a sort of eternal cheerleader in her early thirties. She wore beige slacks with a white blouse, left open a little at the collar, as she smiled down at them, at Victoria's hand on Janet's thigh.

The one who spoke was maybe five years older, but more alluring in her maturity and garbed in a dark floral dress, somewhat similar to the ones they'd worn there, except more expensive and more flattering of the well proportioned brunette who wore it. She was also quite attractive and locked her eyes on Janet as the one who spoke right away, her deep brown eyes taking the soccer mom by surprise.

"I'm Winona, this is Madeline." she returned with a light accent. "We thought we'd come over and introduce ourselves. May we sit with you?

"Oh, please do.", Victoria said, making room as Janet did on their loungers.

"Business gets so boring." Madeline said with a very thick accent as she settled on Victoria's lounger, looking her up and down.

" ... I agree." Victoria said, somewhat blown away by the accent.

Janet was having her own moment with Winona, but managed, "Is there something we could do to help?"

"Well, you were quite entertaining a minute ago.

Madeline leaned forward and, while looking over at Janet, whispered in Victoria's ear, producing a giggle from the scantily clad bar tender.

" ... Oh, when we were kissing." Janet said, trying to snap out of it a little more.

"Yes.", Winona confirmed, slipping her long, red nailed fingers under Janet's garter belt. "When you were kissing. I think the four of us should go upstairs to my room where we can all kiss each other, what do you think Janet?"

Janet looked over at Victoria, already kissing with Madeline while the Italian woman pulled up the front of her skirt.

"I think that sounds like a lot of fun."

As they walked for the house, Janet remembered Fran and, quite naturally, looked directly across the length of the pool at her. Buckner's wife nodded approvingly with a cordial smile, as though she were saying hello.

Madeline had her hand up the back of Victoria's skirt as they walked in front of Janet and Winona, Victoria looking excited with her ready and willing smile as she listened to the woman's low, Italian accent, making Janet suddenly jealous. Neither the irony of her feelings, nor the seeming foolishness of them escaped her. Those feelings, however, were put to rest after Winona closed the door to her elegantly appointed, somewhat Victorianesque room behind them.

Madeline guided Victoria to the bed, taking Janet's hand and guiding her there afterward as Winona approached.

"If you would continue your fun for us?" Madeline encouraged.

Janet and Victoria smiled at one another, sitting on their thighs, knees together, skirts riding up in back. They kissed, then again more passionately until Victoria gently pushed her tongue in Janet's mouth.

"Oh, yesss." Madeline encouraged. Lick each other's tongues."

They complied, open mouths smiling and laughing a little.

"Why do I get the feeling you two ladies haven't really played together?" Winona asked.

"We have once, two nights ago." Janet told her as Victoria once again caressed her thigh.

"Oh? What did you do?"

"We uhh, Mmmm." Janet began to elaborate, Victoria now kissing her face and neck, keeping a smile on her blonde friend's mouth. "We played with,... our pussies and I, uh, I licked Vicky's until she came."

"Ohhh, that sounds fun. Have you known each other long?" Winona inquired further.

"Three years. We're next door neighbors and,... best friends."

Madeline smiled even wider, breathing a quiet sigh as her own reply to this.

"How sweet." Winona enthused. "Maybe we should get you started on the right track, hmm? Why don't you both spread your legs and masturbate for one another? You'll learn a lot about how to please one another that way."

"Oh, Siiii." Madeline breathed, stroking one of the wooden posts at the foot of the bed as she watched.

Victoria stopped kissing Janet's neck, glanced at the two guests, then spread her legs in front of Janet who slowly did the same, her face flushing slightly. Not wearing panties, they were both instantly exposed to one another as their skirts rolled up to their hips on their own while Winona moved to the nightstand.

Predictably, Victoria started first, softly touching herself with a sigh, rubbing circles around her pussy with the flats of her fingertips as she stared at Janet's wet mound.

"Oh. Mmmm." Janet exclaimed under her breath as she began stroking her full lips.

"(gasp)"

"Oooooh. Ooo-ooh,..."

Victoria's eyes lit up when she saw the double ended dildo land on the bedspread between she and Janet. She looked up at Winona with a clearly appreciative expression.

Janet's face flushed deeper, but her breathing became noticeably harder as she slowly fed her nine inch half to fifi, her mouth open and making small, pleasured sounds. Once they were both fully penetrated by the rubber phallus, they went back to playing with themselves, rolling their hips and bucking softly towards one another amidst their small cries.

Janet slipped a hand under her small, stretched out top, soon pulling it over her breasts so she could play with one of her nipples, this apparently encouraging Madeline to kneel on the bed behind Victoria and do the same with her top and nipples from behind.

"Oh! Oh!" Victoria exclaimed.

"Suck your nipple, Janet." Winona instructed, pinching her own through the front of her dress and moving closer.

Janet had never done this before, had never even thought to do this, and wondered if it was even physically possible. Her feelings must have shown on her face as, again, Winona expertly read them.

"You can do it."

It turned out she could. She licked her bud tentatively, looking at Winona who smiled her approval before closing her eyes to this new, dirty pleasure. She was soon avidly sucking on it.

"Mmm. Mmmm! Uhm."

The dildo made wet, sucking sounds as they both bucked against one another, playing with their clits as they pleasured themselves for the other's enjoyment. Madeline was whispering in Victoria's ear, probably in Italian, while she leaned back into her, allowing the blonde to pinch and pull at her nipples. Winona pulled Janet's shirt off and ran her hands over her shoulders and down her sides, producing a small, twitchy shiver.

"Mmm!? Ooooooooohhh!" Janet moaned as Winona's breath on the back of her neck caused goose bumps to pop out all over her body.

"Ohhh, Jan! Uhh- Ahhh!"

"Yes, watch each other." said Winona, tugging at Janet's garter straps and pulling her skirt up higher. "Learn how the other likes it and look each other in the eyes when you orgasm."

"Uhhhhhdd!" Victoria strained through her teeth, lifting her behind and pushing harder, watching Janet as she was told. "Mmm-mm!? Ohh, I- gonna cum! Ooooh! Ooooh, yeah! Yeaah!?"

Her orgasm was not so intense in ferocity as it was in duration and depth and seemed to put her in a whole other world where there was only she and Janet, sluttily sucking on her own tit while watching her, the dildo between them now manipulated by Winona's hand. It was so good and nice, so reassuring where their earlier conversation was concerned.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Maaaaaaa!!" Janet cried, her pelvis jerking wildly as she still held her breast in her hands. "Oh guh-! Oh guh-! Ohh-!,... Uuaaaaaawwwww!!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm.

Again, they looked one another in the eyes as Janet came like Victoria did, long and deep while her friend continued to moan and daintily rub her overexcited clitoris, her legs and hips jerking spasmodically at times.

They were carefully moved together afterward, the dildo still inside them while they put their arms around one another and shared more kisses, very passionate ones this time that left no doubt of their feelings.

"I love you, sweetie." Janet panted in her ear.

"I love you too, baby." Victoria replied with ragged breath.

"Mmmm."

"(sigh)"

"You are lovely together." Madeline almost drooled, watching Janet run her fingers through her new girlfriend's dark, silky hair.

"A nice couple." Winona agreed.

After a moment, the guests gently pulled them apart with apologetic, yet dirty smiles. Victoria ended up on her hands and knees, smiling almost dazedly as her skirt was pulled down to her knees where she cooperated with Madeline's touch, lifting them to allow the scrap of white cloth to pass.

Janet saw this and knew that Madeline would have her way with Victoria, but she now felt no jealousy. Somehow, it seemed they deserved it, had earned it. She found herself kneeling on the bed, staring at Winona's chest as she stood on the floor in front of her.

"Would you like me to open the front of your dress?" Janet managed politely, yet eagerly as Winona put her soft hands on her hips.

"I would like for you to do whatever you wish."

"Oh.", Janet smiled, beginning with the top button and working her way down, stopping to softly, seductively kiss behind every vanquished button along the way.

When she got deep into her cleavage, Janet kissed the inside of each breast, slowly uncovering the red bra that held them, as large as her own, she saw. The horny lesbian guest sighed, stroking the back of Janet's head, playing in her blonde hair as she enjoyed what Janet wished to do, her other hand rubbing up and down her back.

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Victoria was also thus engaged, listening to her playmate speak softly, sexily in Italian, sometimes using English to instruct her in some way, such as removing her slacks, which was what Victoria found herself happily doing at the moment. She did think of Janet, but didn't have the feelings of jealousy her neighbor had. In her mind, this was just an enjoyable job, a strange necessity in a stranger reality known as 'Trouble', capital city of said reality: Las Vegas. She also knew that when they returned home, no matter how they decided to handle the situation with their husbands, the job would be done and there would be no other women. As far as Victoria saw it, she didn't need any women other than Janet, her good and dear, now loved friend.

Once Madeline stepped out of her pants, she joined the two of them on the bed, brazenly putting her hand between Victoria's legs and telling her to remove her blouse next. Victoria spread her knees and did as she was told, dropping the shirt on the bed and fixing the Italian with a willing and horny smile as her hand sneaked down the blonde's bright yellow, lace bikini panties, pulling them down in front so she could see the blonde bush, watching her fingers playing in it and wondering if Janet would grow hers if she asked.

The woman in question, meanwhile, was helping Winona out of her dress and staring at her breasts in that fabulous red bra. Once the dress was pooled around her shoes, Janet reached around Winona's back and unclasped the red strap, watching her breasts slowly relax within the lingerie and hang almost exactly like hers. Lowering the shoulder straps, she slowly pulled it right off, noticing the matching red panties again, but still fixated on Winona's northern regions for the time being.

The standing woman, her hand still at the back of Janet's head, pulled her face in, pressing it between her breasts to feel the sensations of the blonde's mouth, watching as she took them both in her hands, kneading softly, running her thumb over her erected nipples and making her shiver. Janet hummed contentedly, soon kissing her orbs and sucking her nipples as she palmed the breasts that were so much like her own.

Victoria and Madeline were now licking each other's tongues, holding their breasts and rubbing their nipples against one another's as Janet spoke softly.

"Come up on the bed, Winona. Let's take the rest of our clothes off."

She did so and, when they were finished undressing, they pressed close, their knees digging into the soft mattress while they French kissed. Janet thrilled to the mass of tit flesh between them and they were soon both breathing short, gasping breaths as their hands found their way between each other's legs.

"We look the same below the neck." Winona said, obviously excited by this.

"Even your fifi's like mine." Janet added before they went back to kissing deeply.

Madeline laid down on the bed, raising her legs in the air so Victoria could finish undressing her and, as soon as she could get the accented woman's legs spread, she went immediately down on her, covering her snatch with her mouth, sucking and teasing with her tongue.

"Ohh, baby, si!"

Victoria went at the small, but aggressively sexy guest as if her genetalia were a meal and she hadn't eaten in days. She moaned into it, holding her mouth open and pressing her tongue everywhere and sucking.

"Oohhh, si! Succhaire la mia puss-puss!"

Victoria actually cried out, looking as though she were trying to burrow inside the opening she dined from so greedily, reaching up and grabbing Madeline's large A-cup breasts with the hard little nipples.

"That's what I'm going to do to you." Janet breathed. "I'm going to suck your nice,... wet,... puss-puss until you cum for me."

"Mmmmm. Oh, Janet, I was hoping you would."

Janet moved away and lay on her back next to Madeline, who immediately took her hand as she watched Victoria doing a very good job between her legs. The blonde soccer mom wagged her tongue at Winona with a dirty giggle while taking one of her thighs and pulling her closer. Winona eagerly moved up and straddled her face with her thighs, Janet's hand moving to her hips and pulling her down closer as Winona stroked Janet's belly in front of her.

"Ummm. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Winona moaned as Janet's tongue touched just beneath her clitoris, playing around there a moment before slowly tracing all the way to her anus.

She loved the feel of the pouty lips, so much like her own under her tongue. She prodded curiously at them, explored the very bottom of the woman's opening, leaving saliva everywhere to make sure the mature beauty was dripping wet.

"Oooooh, Janet!"

"Oooh! Oh, dio, e *******!" Madeline yelped, squeezing Janet's hand.

Victoria was now fingering her, touching and teasing her G-spot while sucking first one, then the other lip inside of her mouth.

Victoria couldn't help but finger herself while she performed for Madeline, the sexy little blonde who turned her on more and more with her Italian. She spread her own knees, her fingers working furiously at herself, hips even bucking against them lewdly as she groaned and sucked all the harder, attacking Madeline's clit as though it were hers.

"N-non fermateviiiiiii! Si prega di non smettere maiiii!? Ohh!"

Winona rocked back and forth on Janet's mouth, her hands covering Janet's on her breasts as she groaned long and loud, over and over.

Janet delighted in running her probing tongue over her pussy, flicking her clitoris with its tip each time it came in range, driving it inside the now sopping Winona to lick all the way back up to her clit again. Her chin, cheeks and nose were just as wet now and she found she enjoyed that little detail.

They both came with gusto, especially the spare blonde, who screamed unintelligible phrases peppered here and there with Victoria's name. Winona yelled in a hoarse tone at the ceiling, her hands on her arse cheeks, spreading them wide for Janet's continued work throughout her climax. In the end, they all ended up in a tangle of writhing, female body parts, Janet and Victoria kissing anything that wasn't their own.

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They were back in full uniform, as full as they were, at any rate, and having put in some time happily (very happily) serving the guests, were given another break. This time, they took the swim in the pool that Fran had earlier suggested, their skin, nipples and the dark hair between Victoria's legs clearly visible under the thin, white cotton. Victoria sat at the edge of the pool, her legs parted while Janet held on to the edge, looking up while they conversed.

"You know," Victoria said with a low voice and a smile, "we're basically being pimped out. It just doesn't seem that way."

"I know, I thought of that and I know just what you mean. I do sort of wonder,... well, there's nothing we can do about it. But, we still have to deal with 'us'."

Victoria nodded, watching Janet glance once again between her legs before answering.

"I love Reggie. I do. But Reggie's not you. It's,... Look, neither one of us asked for this, but now we have it and, as much as I love Reggie and would never dream of leaving him, like I said, he's not you. And I want you too, both of you."

"That's how I feel, too. And now that we've been together, I know we can't put things back the way they were. Speaking for myself, I couldn't and don't even want to. I'd carry on with you behind Tom's back if I thought I had to, ashamed of that as I am. I hope you know how I mean that."

"Yeah, of course I do.", Victoria replied, finger combing her friend's wet hair back away from her face. "If anyone does, I do. It should be obvious that I've enjoyed every one of our little situations so far and, believe me, that doesn't come without shame. I'll even say that there were times that I wished I wasn't married so that I could abandon myself entirely with none of the nagging guilt."

"Me too. Well, as much as I hate lying, especially to Tom, I think it goes without saying that they can never find out about our little jobs here, no matter what we tell them about us."

"Abso-fuckin-lutely not." Victoria agreed, still stroking Janet's hair, watching her close her eyes, enjoying the attention. "But,... I think I can get Reggie to understand about us."

After a moment, Janet opened her eyes and looked up, her chin resting in her hands. "I'm not sure I can say the same about Tom. He's like I am. Was." she corrected.

"You're still that way, this is just business that we're allowing ourselves to enjoy in order to get through it, remember? You'll be the same person when you get back, just like I'll be the same person I always was. Neither one of us are going to go whoring around at home because of this weekend, the only thing that changes is that now we have each other."

"Yes. But I don't think that would convince Tom."

"You can never tell. It's been my experience that the most conservative attitudes are the most horny. He might like the idea, even if he won't admit to it. At first."

"Maybe.", Janet agreed doubtfully.

She felt her smile fading, being replaced with a worried frown and ****** the topic out of her mind. She placed her hands on the outsides of Victoria's knees and, with an upward lunge, suddenly rose from the water, supporting herself on the flats of her hands, arms straight and leaning closer between Victoria's legs with a warm smile.

"I meant what I said up there, sweetie."

"I, I wondered, but I kind of knew you did. I meant it too. Let's have a kiss."

"With pleasure."

"Mmm. (smerp) hmmmmmm. I love your tits, you know." Victoria said, looking at them hanging in front of her. "I was always jealous."

"Really? I was always jealous of your body. So nice and fit. I bet you look really sexy when you work out."

"Maybe you should come over and see next time. We could work out together."

"I'd love that."

(smooch)

"And we have to get a double dildo." Victoria added.

(giggle)

(smerp)

They stopped kissing after some moments and turned to watch Winona and Madeline approaching. They'd gone up to their rooms fifteen minutes before and had just exited the door of the house wearing skimpy Bikinis, Winona's black and Madeline's a bright orange micro. They were stunning.

"Ladies.", Winona greeted, sitting down beside Victoria, Madeline sitting on her other side.

"Hello.", Janet returned with a sexy expression while Victoria kissed one, then the other as her greeting.

"We've told our husbands and the others that you two are ours and 'hands off' for them." Winona informed them, her dark eyes shining with restrained excitement and liqueur. "Our little treat for having to listen to all their business talk."

"Oh.", Victoria said, smiling agreeably. "In that case, we'll have to make sure your little treat is as enjoyable as possible."
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"It's been quite enjoyable so far.", she replied, looking Victoria's body over.

Victoria giggled a little and asked Janet, "Aren't Madeline and Winona pretty?"

"Mmm hmm." she agreed, looking at Madeline. "I just love your suit and you look great in it. The colour's perfect for you."

"Grazie, Janet. But, do you know what I love?" she teased.

"What do you love?" Janet asked, letting herself drop back into the water to move over between Madeline's legs.

"Nice, blonde American mommies with big tits."

Janet lunged out of the water again, leaning in and kissing the younger blonde.

"Well, y'all are in luck, ain't ya, sugar-pie?" Janet said in a startlingly good southern accent, much to the amusement and whistles of the other three women. "Come on in, the water's niiiiice and refreshin' like."

Madeline was more than willing, dropping into the water in front of Janet, pushing out and swimming for the center of the pool with her. Winona and Victoria followed them to a floating lounger that Winona ended up sitting in, Victoria hanging on to her right, Janet and Madeline on her left.

"We find you two very interesting.", Winona said, looking at both of them, though setting her eyes on Janet as if to say, 'especially you'."

"Really?" Victoria asked. "How so?"

"Madeline and I would not normally fraternize with others like this. You see, we have our relationship apart from our husbands and we don't include other women, any more than we do within our marriage. Not until now."

"Oh.", Janet said, surprised by this revelation. "Well, thank you. I'm not sure what you mean, but I take that as a compliment."

"Me too." Victoria threw in.

Madeline and Winona beheld them, waiting it seemed, with friendly, well meaning expressions. They were curious, Victoria saw.

"Well, you know." she explained dismissively with what Janet called her 'party girl' demeanor, "Life takes you on some interesting rides, sometimes. You buy the ticket, you ride the coaster and you get off when it stops and say, 'WOW!'"

She ended this with a care-free laugh and splashed Janet.

This, Janet realized, was one reason why she loved Victoria. Winona and Madeline, after a brief moment of apparent indecision, began laughing with her. It was a nice little analogy and she could do these things, be the person behind the wheel in those uncomfortable situations and use her charm and wit to zigzag through a situation. She was spectacular, fun and,... she was her girl.

The four of them spent some time talking about the places they'd been, Madeline quite curious to hear 'first hand accounts' of what other states looked like. At no time did the conversation again turn towards Victoria and Janet's story, or any other personal business, and the rapport the four women had created wasn't spoiled.

Finally, Madeline suggested, "Should we show them my room this time, Winona?"

Madeline's room was quite different. Where Winona's had been dark with rich colours and fabrics, giving the impression of pre-modern elegance, the smaller woman's accommodations were definitely modern. The walls were white with a few pieces of framed modern art here and there, the large bed was without a bed head and a sliding glass door led to a wide balcony that overlooked the pool area.

Madeline was showing them some of the clothes she'd recently bought online for the trip to America from Italy as Winona watched from between Janet and Victoria, the three of them half laying, half sitting on the bed. The two neighbors were also enjoying the presentation and lazily playing their fingers over Winona's curves when there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, I have been waiting for this." Madeline said with a coy smile and tone. "Entrare!"

The Cook entrared. As Janet and Victoria had learned earlier, her name was Patricia. She was in her mid forties, had black hair, brown eyes and was what one might call a 'big girl', although not overly big, carrying it well and obviously knowing how to dress herself in order to make the most of her curves and generous cleavage. Her face was that of a woman who did a job and went home, bearing an expression of inner fortitude, yet also a glimmer of something that spoke of a sort of cute warmth below the surface.

Her uniform consisted of a black, semi-snug, knee length dress with a flowing, black button-up shirt that featured a lowered and widely squared neckline, visible now without the white apron she'd been wearing.

She held a medium sized plastic bag with what looked like boxes inside, her eyes darting around a little uncertainly until she found Madeline. Holding the bag out slightly, she spoke with an almost bored confident, yet respectful tone.

"Your delivery, Ma'am."

"Eccellente, please take it to the bed and unpack the items for us, Patricia. Bring the CDs here."

Madeline walked to the small desk with an open laptop as Janet and Victoria looked curiously at the bag the approaching Cook was holding. Winona seemed to be in the know here, but only smiled and shook her head when they looked to her for explanation.

Sitting in the chair at the desk, Madeline said, "You must excuse me and my small,... ricercati,...?", she trailed off, smiling apologetically and then looking at Winona for help.

"She means her little eccentricities."

"Si! this is it. I have sent out for these two things as a gift for each of you."

"Oh, Madeline, you shouldn't have done that." Janet said, ever polite and proper, even while tracing Winona's bikini line with her finger.

"Omigod, they're-!" Victoria piped, then, "Woohoo, Madeline! You definitely should have!"

They were large, rubbery dildos, each one covered in lumps, each with a CD, which Patricia brought to Madeline. Janet was now laughing hysterically, her hand over her mouth while Victoria giggled, carefully picking one up and pressing on the sharply protruding lumps.

"Notice the button on the base, Victoria." Madeline said, taking the CDs from Patricia's hand and turning to her laptop with them, speaking over her shoulder. "These are remotely controlled by computer, or cell phone. Each of you, of course, will take the programs for your own computers, however, for the purpose of demonstration, we will load mine. This does not take long."

"Oh, wow!" Victoria said, looking at Janet. "We'll trade programming and run each other's while,... Oh, yes!"

"You're bad." Janet managed, shaking her head, face a little pink as she took another look at the phallus on the bed.

"Will that be all, Ma'am?"

"No, Patricia, not yet." Madeline politely replied, clitter-clattering away at the keys in front of her. "Please put them inside Janet and Victoria."

" ... Ma'am? I-"

"Just throw that packaging aside for now, I will pick it up later, darling."

" ... But,... I'm the Cook."

"Yes, I know. You can wash your hands after, but please get started. As I say, this does not take very long."

Patricia's jaw opened to say something, but her voice box couldn't seem to co-operate, so it snapped shut again. She looked at the bed and at Janet, then Victoria, both of them almost as stunned by this as she was.

"It's nothing, Patricia." Winona sleazed reassuringly. "Just spread their legs and put them in, it'll be fun. You know, you've more than earned a substantial gratuity so far,..."

After another moment's hesitation, the black garbed Cook moved closer and sank to her knees at the edge of the bed. She shook her head slightly, telling herself that she had to be crazy, but unable to ignore the hint of reward. The money was certainly needed and could even be enough to get rid at least some of the crushing debt to her credit cards. How she'd explain this 'gratuity' to her husband was a matter for later thought.

Madeline absently hummed some happy little tune as Patricia's trembling hands loaded the batteries, avoiding the faces of the two women and only glancing quickly at both when it was necessary to address them.

"Ple- (ahem) -Please come closer to the, um, the edge of the bed, ladies."

They did, scooting ahead with Winona's hands at the small of their backs, their skirts already hiked halfway up their hips. Victoria looked curiously at Patricia, somewhat excited at this now, even with the beginnings of a grin while Janet couldn't help but compare herself to the Cook. Was she also indebted to Mr. Buckner?

Still trembling, Patricia's hands went to Victoria's knees, slowly moving them apart as Winona pulled her upper body to a reclining position against her chest. When they were spread wide, the uniformed woman, who liked to describe her body as 'fluffy', began nervously working the tip into Victoria's bare snatch.

"Ooooh. It feels good already."

"It is much better when turned on." Madeline stated.

"Like Janet." Victoria joked, getting low, horny laughter for the comment while Janet only smiled and rolled her eyes, watching Patricia.

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After some moments of gently working the large vibrator almost half way into Victoria as she squirmed and gasped, Winona instructed, "Take it out and put it in your mouth, Patricia."

The Cook froze, her surprised face going right to Winona.

"Get a lot of saliva on it so it goes better."

She withdrew it and beheld the thing, already wet with the brunette's juices. Her eyes blinked a few times in indecision before she slowly put it to her mouth, first putting just the tip in, as if taste-testing some dish she'd prepared before closing her eyes and shoving it in further.

"That's it. Make it nice and runny wet." Winona encouraged while the three women observed, almost entranced by this. "Alright, now try it."

There was no doubt that it worked a lot better that way. Victoria moaned quietly as Patricia slid it all the way in, careful not to touch Victoria's pussy, even though she had its taste in her mouth.

After this was done, it was Janet's turn. As she had with Victoria, Winona pulled the soccer mom to a reclining position against her as Patricia spread her legs, hands not trembling so much now.

"This time," Winona said, "wet the dildo first, and make her wet too. Play with her pussy while you wet the dildo."

Finally, Patricia felt the flush. This was getting heavy and she wondered if it wouldn't be a good idea to set some limits as she put the fresh dildo into her mouth. She moved it in and out, allowing her saliva to work up around it as she hesitantly stroked Janet's hot, moist lips with a finger, then two.

"Ummm.", Janet sighed in Winona's arms, her thighs trembling for a second.

"Put your fingers right inside her, honeybunch. ..... Yes."

"Ohh!"

"Yessss."

Patricia, experienced Cook, wife and ****** of three was suddenly surprised to find that she was becoming turned on by this.

"That should do it, I think." Winona decided a moment later. "Let's put that inside of her now, hmm?"

She took it out of her mouth and worked it into the gasping woman faster than she had Victoria.

"Fuck her with it a little."

She did, slowly pulling it out, then pushing it in, working up a slow rhythm, hearing the wet, squishy sounds of its repeated passage as Janet softly moaned.

"Now put it in your mouth."

She pulled it out, her hands trembling again, face still flushed, and put it inside her mouth, looking at Janet as she stared back, breathing heavily and playing with one of her nipples.

"Keep doing that, suck it all off and wet it again." Winona told her in a gentle voice. "Doesn't it taste good?"

Patricia's wide, brown eyes flashed to Winona before the 'big girl' shrugged and nodded a little. She finished cleaning and rewetting it, then put it back inside Janet.

"Darling, tell me,... have you ever sucked a clitoris before?", Madeline innocently asked.

Patricia shook her head.

"Oh. Well, I should think that this is your opportunity to do that, no?"

Unaware of the string of saliva on her chin, she looked at Madeline, then Janet, then the expectant blonde's swollen clit.

Go ahead, Patricia." Winona encouraged further. "It's just a clit and nobody will find out. Lick it and see how it tastes. I bet you'll like it."

For an instant, Victoria was sure the pretty Cook would refuse, surprised and relieved when she began slowly leaning forward, bringing her mouth to Janet's nub. Her tongue appeared and hesitantly poked around, soon licking the intended target of its attentions. Janet jumped against Winona, quite turned on and gasping out loud again.

Patricia closed her eyes and licked again, moving her tongue around the organ as she figured she was supposed to, letting her saliva wet Janet there as well.

"Ohhh, yes." Winona enthused. Now suck on it, honeybunch."

"Ohh! Ohh!" Janet yelped urgently as Patricia sucked her clit past her lips.

After a few minutes of this, Patricia adjusted to what she was doing, in a sense, not even minding it overly much. Winona was right, it was just a clit and, truth be told, she doubted she'd want to stop any of these women if they wanted to suck hers just then. She'd never had the slightest leanings toward women and was quite surprised at how turned on this was making her as she felt her nipples erecting and the old familiar feeling that her ass was full of lead bricks beginning to creep up on her.

"Now suck Victoria's clit." Winona told her.

She moved back to Victoria, looked at her with an uncertain, confused smile and began slowly licking her clit as she had Janet's.

"You are distracting me.", Madeline laughed, trying to keep her eyes on her laptop and the dildo programs as Victoria yelped like Janet did to the Cook's tongue.

Patricia gently, almost absent mindedly held Victoria's thighs open with her palms, fingers curled in loose fists above them as she sucked, massaging her clit with her tongue in the process and breathing in the heady aroma of the athletic and attractive brunette.

"(slurp) Mmm.", Patricia absently expressed, pushing Victoria's legs further apart.

Both the vibrators came on, startling all four women. After the initial screams, Winona laughed, Patricia almost grudgingly joining her while Janet and Victoria tensed all over, pushing their pelvises out and groaning their very surprised, halting laughter.

Madeline was also giggling as she turned the speed down, watching the two women relax a little, rolling their hips.

"Patricia, darling, unbutton your shirt." she advised, still smiling, but with a tone that suggested she should have done that a long time ago. "Show us these big tits."

"Uhh,... Oh,...", Patricia said, looking around at them with an outright smile now, but still nervous.

She began unbuttoning, though, slowly opening the shirt and showing off her chest behind a white bra."

"Get them out, Patricia." Winona seconded.

"I will suck your puss-puss so nice." the sexy little blonde teasingly promised.

The offer hit Patricia's senses like a bus. To have this young, attractive little thing do that for her,... She reached into one of the cups, pulling it down at the same time to let it slowly spill out before going on to the next.

"Get up on the bed and let Janet and Victoria suck on them." Winona said.

She mounted the bed between them, the two neighbors getting closer together as the vibrators hummed almost unheard inside them. Madeline also came closer so she could see better as Winona grabbed Patricia's left nipple and pinched it. It squirted small streams of milk on Victoria's thigh as Patricia shuddered to the sudden tweak, her nipples always having been sensitive. At the same time, she realized that, in the excitement of the moment, she'd forgotten about her current condition until this surprising display.

"Uhh,... Yeah, I- I forgot, I just,... my third, um, *****. I'm still,... Sorry. (ahem)"

"Oh, Siii." Madeline sighed, also on the bed now and on her knees.

The blonde Italian grabbed the nipple and tweaked it a few times, flinching in pleasured surprise as each stream hit her chest and dribbled down to the gold micro thong.

"Oh-h,...!" Madeline smiled as Victoria clamped her lips on Patricia's other nipple, grabbing the boob and holding it in her gently squeezing grip.

Trickles of milk soon leaked from around her lips and down Patricia's cleavage and the outside of her voluminous tit. She looked to see Madeline copying Victoria, spraying her face first in doing so as Winona reached around and began unbuttoning her long, black skirt at the back. Her skin broke out in goose bumps, her flush renewed while the sensations racing from her nipples to her muff were cranking her up nicely, her ass feeling heavier than ever. Janet started nibbling on her ears and, as the four women fell on her, she felt her skirt falling over her hips, panties following.

Madeline helped these articles of clothing right off her, then her shirt before she got on her back to make good on her promise with gusto. Patricia spread her legs and looked down to see this, but couldn't see past the suckling Victoria and now Winona at her other breast. Victoria held the breast up to Patricia, gently guiding her startled mouth to her own nipple by the back of her head.

The Cook was crooning in a high tone now as Madeline expertly cleaned her lips and clit with her tongue, smooching, sucking and finally fingering her to short, halting cries. She put her nipple in her mouth and nibbled on it, tweaking with her fingers and feeling the milk spray into her mouth, but she soon found Janet there at the same nipple.

Sharing it with her, both of them spilling it down Patricia's chest and belly, she felt an orgasm building as Madeline's pinky finger pressed at her anus. She suddenly realized that she was losing herself in these moments, also realizing that she would be earning every cent of that gratuity, the hard way, she hoped.
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Buckner regarded Janet and Victoria with an odd, almost careful expression in his office, the first time they'd been there. He sat behind his desk, they in chairs on the other side while Vernon and Bull conversed in low tones at the back of the room.

"Final job, ladies." he eventually said. "I saved this one for last, and for good reason. Now, as before, don't worry because it's not dangerous at all, in fact, you'll have support on this one. However, this one might be a little difficult for you two just the same, only for different reasons. But, judging by your performance so far, I have to believe you can get this done for me, regardless."

"We'll do our best, Mr. Buckner.", Janet said, a little concerned at his apparent concern.

"No.", Victoria politely corrected her. "Not our best, we'll do it. Last job, baby, then we go home, right?"

"Yes.", Janet had to agree, Victoria's attitude in the matter having gotten them this far. "Right."

"Now I've gone and spooked you." Buckner said, smiling at Janet.

She shrugged with her own smile, a little more relaxed at seeing his and admitted that maybe he did.

"Okay, look." he said, pausing as if to put his thoughts together before continuing. "It's like this: You ladies, being the class acts that you are, never ask me for any details I don't provide, which means you're trustworthy and that you trust me. That's great and it's a big thing here, because I'll tell you,... Have you ever done a wrong thing for the right reason?"

Victoria nodded, unsurprised when Janet didn't.

"Well, that's kind of what this is. On this job, when the going gets tough and you start to think what you're bound to think, just remember it's a wrong for a right and that even I had second thoughts about this, but,... it wasn't completely under my control and it's not as if any of them deserve any sympathies. Stupid, arrogant bastard, he's just lucky he gets to li- Yeah, sooo,... Well, like I say, nobody is going to be hurt at all and you two are a big asset of mine to make sure I can put this behind me. You understand?"

Both women nodded, quite serious now.

"You'll be taking what you call 'the potion' along on this one. I suggest you each have a little, yourselves. Vernon and Bull will run security while you two run the show, but overall, Victoria, I think this one is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Buckner."

He called the two afore mentioned, well dressed thugs to the front of the room, then smiled re-assuringly at the two women and asked, "Remember Dr. McNeer? Well, this time it's actually warranted, no matter how distasteful."


Eighteen year old Skyler Keeping opened the front door at almost a quarter to nine that evening to a quite unexpected and delightful surprise. Two women stood on the doorstep of his parent's upscale home, a blonde and a brunette. Both of them were very pretty, the blonde with glasses, the brunette with her hair done up and smiling confidently, like her friend.

They appeared to be business women of some sort, judging by the black business suits they wore that accentuated their curves, especially the blonde's chest, and featured short, tight skirts, stockings and a lot of cleavage.

"Hello, Sir", the brunette said warmly, almost excitedly, quickly glancing him over. "My name is Vivian and this is my friend, Jenna. We've been showing people in your neighborhood the latest in household dust elimination systems, the Accuparticle, with its revolutionary new vortex sucking action that literally traps ninety-nine point nine percent of all those nasty dust and pollen particles from your god given air. Did you know that every American has a right to breathe good, clean air in his or her home, Sir? Would now be a good time for us to demonstrate our product?"

Of course it would be. He nodded, backing up and opening the door further for them. 'Vivian' instructed 'Jenna' to go get the 'unit' before stepping inside. After a quick glance around, she unbuttoned the front of her blazer and fanned herself. Skyler's eyes were riveted to the little she allowed him to see of the black, see through bra she wore underneath as she looked towards the ceiling, fanning her neck and the top of her chest.

"Whew! Sir, I do hate to trouble you, but I wonder if I could have a ***** of water?"

" ... D-uh, yeah. Yeah! I'll be right back!" he said as she looked at the growing situation in his pants and smiled warmly again.

He turned, embarrassed by this despite daring to hope at what that look may have meant, and walked quickly to the back of the house, leaving his guest to step back to the door and wave her hand. Moments later, 'Jenna' returned, followed in by a group of eight men dressed like they were planning a golf outing, even equipped with golf bags and clubs. Four of them moved quickly and quietly up the nearby staircase to the second level while the other four fanned out over the ground level, 'Jenna' closing the door behind them and locking it.

Skyler was quite surprised, for the second time that day and not so delightfully this time, to be escorted back to his own front room by a man who looked faintly like Mike Weir. Especially since Weir carried a golf club, rather than a ******.

He had actually gotten two glasses of water before being intercepted by the golfer and came to a stop, wide eyed and frozen in front of Vivian, aka Victoria Sharpe, and Jenna, aka Janet Fulton with the cold glasses in his hands. Victoria leaned forward and took them from him, passing one to Janet.

"Thank you, Sir. And how kind of you to think of Jenna, too."

He had nothing to say to this, but the sight of his parents and two older sisters being hustled down the stairs would have silenced him anyway. With their hands cuffed in front of them, they were being herded by three more golfers to the lower level where he, now that his hands were free of the glasses, was also being cuffed.

Victoria drank half her glass down, actually quite thankful in the heat, plus the flush of her nerves. She wished Janet would ***** hers and stop looking at her like she shouldn't be.

"Baby, your manners."

Janet silently cursed herself, recovering her composure quickly and not stammering, "Pardon me, Sir. Of course, thank you for the nice, refreshing glass of water."

It was well that Victoria had done that, Janet knew, as William Keeping joined their group along with the others. He was looking wildly around, red faced and outraged, but obviously afraid as sweat ran from his short, graying hair into his sun tanned face. He looked in shape for his age, late forties, Janet guessed, and wore white casual slacks with a sky blue, button up shirt, yellow sweater on his shoulders and tied by the sleeves over his chest, looking somewhat like his captors.

"What in god damned hell is going on!?" he demanded, charging his eyes around and about the group, pausing at the two strange, sexy women, then moving on to the men again.

His wife, Ellen Keeping, stood stock still, wide eyed and obviously scared stiff. She looked somewhere around five years younger than her husband with natural good looks, giving the overall impression of a woman from Janet's set. She even wore the predictable, long, navy blue shorts with the smart white blouse. Her golden brown hair and green eyes were surely the envy of all the women in the PTA and Janet herself was quite certain that Martha Stewart and Oprah reigned in her life and home.

To Janet, it all suddenly seemed so 'supermarket'. Maybe things wouldn't be quite the same when they got back home.

Ellen's oldest ********, Star, was twenty two and, taking after her ******* side, was softer of curves than her thinner, younger sister. Her hair was longer and noticeably darker than her *******, but with the same green eyes.

Tamara was twenty and blonde. Her build spoke of athletics and nobody on her girl's baseball team would dare say she was anything but.

Just then, both young women and their brother were saying nothing, quite naturally following their ******* example while Mr. Keeping harshly demanded answers.

"If it's our belongings you're after, than take them and go, but you'll never get away with it! Who's in charge here?!"

Victoria looked into her glass, trying to gather the nerve for what came next. She vaguely considered Keepings' own nerve, demanding like he was in this situation, looking around to all the men with guns while they, unarmed women, drank cold water from glasses. The annoyingly loud jackass couldn't even imagine that she and Janet could be in charge, rather than one of their men.

"I said, who-!"

"(ahem!)"

Victoria was still looking into her ***** when Keeping's eyes snapped to her. She finished her water and set the empty glass on a nearby hutch, beheld him thoughtfully, then answered.

"That would be me. My name is Vivian and this is my good friend, Jenna. And before you start yelling at me, I want to make it clear that I'm not in the mood to put up with that. In fact, I'm in no mood to put up with much of anything from any of you, so know right now that if I get any flack, Willy gets hurt a little. More flack, Willy gets hurt a little more. You see where that goes."

She paused, taking a deep breath, then letting it out in a rush, the action seeming to purge some animosity.

"But there's absolutely no need for any foolishness, because we're not planning on hurting you. You see?" she asked, slowly adopting her 'party girl' attitude. So! Let's all just relax a little, take a deeeeep breath and-"

"Just tell me what you want!" Keeping snapped harshly. "And then go away!"

Victoria looked at him, still smiling for the party, and replied, "I already told you what I want. Your cooperation. Please try to pay attention, Willy, and I wouldn't keep on interrupting me if I were you, because that could get you hurt, too."

Keeping bristled visibly at her reference to him, rather than using his proper name.

"But you must want something!"

"Right now, I want you to be quiet." Victoria said, her 'party girl' slipping ever so slightly.

Victoria then nodded to Bull, the man holding Willy, who then ushered him to his living room set, his family being herded behind in the same manner.

At the same time, one man went to guard the front door, another to the kitchen to cover the back door and garage entrance. Yet another sat at the top of the stairs, while each floor was routinely guarded and patrolled by two more men who went around disabling any forms of communication from the house. Three men remained, along with Victoria and Janet, to ensure the family's desired co-operation.

"Jenna, why don't you get us all a round?" Victoria suggested. "Ladies, try to calm down, alright? It won't help to blow your own neurons while you just sit there. ... Would it help if I promised you that we're all going to get along just fine? ... No? Well, I suppose I can't blame you, but we will. Have a stiff ***** and calm down a little until then, though."
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Janet was trying to calm herself as she measured out the potion differently for each of them and for she and Victoria as well. Victoria had very much moved into this, alright and, in Janet's mind, it went to prove the long term effects of the potion along with how she felt her own excitement daring to burst free in her chest as she mixed the ******.

"I get it! Milton sent you, didn't he!?" Keeping assumed, suddenly angrier than before. "Well, you can go back right now and tell that small-time, plodding jackass, cocksucker that I don't scare that easy! I know he doesn't have what it takes, cause he has no guts and his portfolio shows it! You tell him-"

"Willy!" Victoria called out, shaking her head with a huge, tolerant smile. "No more shouting, okay? Really, you shouldn't even concern yourself with those things anyway, because I have no more idea why I'm here than you do, so it doesn't even matter, does it? Now, just sit tight and don't be a pain in my ass, okay?"

The ****** came around two at a time, Janet serving them up underneath her practiced, polite smile. She even looked apologetically at them all and managed to express reassurance to each one as she handed them their specifically mixed ******.

They all took a sip of their rum-and-cokes with ice, actually grateful to have them, it seemed, with the sole exception of Willy. He tossed the contents of his ***** into Janet's face instead, then spat in her surprised features. She jerked upright, backing up a few steps in total shock and ***********. Nobody had ever done anything like that to her in her life and she was completely unprepared and unable to come up with any way to deal with it.

It turned out, however, that Victoria had some ideas of her own about that. Before Janet knew it, her business suited neighbor stepped around her and back handed Keeping across the face, her fist actually cutting wind with a slight 'whoosh' on its downward arc.

"Arrrghhh!" he replied with a pained scream.

A second later, Bull was hauling him straight up and out of the couch from behind. He held him by his collar and the seat of the pants as Victoria came around the couch.

"How fuckin dare you! You,... filthy,... fuck! Let's take him to the kitchen!" she said to Bull before glaring at a much more frightened William Keeping. "Willy's gonna get hurt a little!"

He struggled the whole way, cursing and fighting them until Victoria grabbed him between his legs and squeezed a little more than what was needed to make him stop. He issued a high pitch scream as they hustled him around the corner, leaving Janet and two gun toting golfers in charge.

One of them angrily grabbed a towel from the bar and hurried over with it, wiping Janet's face and softly cursing as she regained the composure she was earlier struggling to maintain, the sound of Willy's screams from the kitchen clear in the expensively done front room.

"Thank you." she said sincerely, taking the towel to finish up and politely dismissing him before glancing at the remaining family members.

If anything, understandably, they were even more upset, the females crying and Skyler somewhere between frustrated anger and abject fear.

"Don't worry." she said, smiling reassuringly as she finally felt some anger over what Keeping did skiff across the top of her emotions. "She won't hurt him that much. Nothing that will leave a mark."

"AGGGGGGHHHH!!"

"That's a little something my big brother taught me when we were teenagers!"

"AHHHRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!"

"Hurts, doesn't it!?"

"YAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGLLE!!"

"Fuckin right it does, turdball!"

"NNYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Perhaps you should ***** up.", Janet encouraged, walking to the bar for her own mixed glass. "They'll be finished in a few moments and the sooner we're all relaxed and able to converse with some civility, the sooner we'll be gone, hmm?"

She downed her *****, welcoming, even running to the shelter it and its special ingredient would provide the jangled nerves underneath her practiced, polite smile. She turned, seeing the four hadn't moved.

"Come on,... *****."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH, STOOOOOOOOOPPPP!!"

They drank.

Presently, the screaming did stop and then Bull and Victoria were hustling a heavily breathing, panicked looking Willy from the kitchen, Victoria pointing out to Bull a chair that would set him slightly apart from the others.

"You just sit there and shut up.", Victoria threatened, still angry, but gratefully accepting her ***** from Janet.

She drank it down like Janet did, kissed the blonde on the lips and whispered a quick "Sorry, babes" for what had happened. Sitting once again, she cleared her throat, smoothed her skirt and looked at them all frankly, the only sounds in the room being the *********** clock and Willy's hoarse breathing.

"I suppose you should get started." she finally told Pete, Buckner's 'in house' camera man.

"Right.", he said, getting up and shoving his ****** into the waistband of his black and white checked golf pants and going for the golf bags that held the cameras and tripods.

"First, let me apologize for what Willy just ****** me to do and assure you that it'll be more than kid stuff the next time anything like that happens. I tend to think he'll be smarter from here on in, and I think I can count on the rest of you not to bring something even worse on him next time, can't I?"

After the briefest pause, Ellen nodded, then her three kids.

"Good.", Victoria said, her mood lightening considerably again. Okay, who wants those awful handcuffs removed? Or, maybe you'd like them to stay on? (giggle) Not you, Willy, but if you behave, it may yet happen. As for the rest of you, I'm sure we'll be taking those cuffs off soon, once you understand that you can trust us when we say we don't want to hurt anybody. Then, I can trust you without them. See how easy it all is with cooperation? Till then, finish your ******, calm down and we'll all have a nice chat."

"I know." Janet said as though this were a bridge party. "Why don't you all tell us about yourselves? Well, maybe not Willy. He's probably not in the mood, so we'll excuse him. Ellen, you first."

Victoria was finally relaxing into this now. The potion did wonders for her nerves, even just the first beginnings of its effects, and she could see it working on Ellen, Star, Tamara and Skyler, too. They were visibly calmed, slightly glassy eyed and not even quite so bothered by their ******* recent kitchen experience as one might expect. She also heard that bubbly, horny tone creeping into Janet's voice, seated beside her as she conversed with the family on the couch opposite them.

She couldn't help but admire Janet's funny way with people right then. Her ******** attitude set off what she herself had to be within the Keeping residence so well and it was all so natural to her as she sat, slowly drawing each of them out of themselves, her attitude mixing with the potion they were all *****ing. They didn't even seem to take much notice of what was going on with the cameras, recording their words as they were set up at different angles.

By then, Bull had mixed another ***** and was ******* it down Willy's throat with his back to the home owner's family in order that they wouldn't be tipped off.

Skyler was the first one to finish his, looking like he wouldn't mind more. Star was next and wore the same expression. Ellen, third, only looked surprised and Tamara simply looked into her empty glass with a curious expression.

"I have to ask,...", Victoria said once they'd finished. "What would ever make you come up with a couple of names like 'Skyler' and 'Star'?"

" ... Uhhhh,..."

Ellen seemed to have no answer for that.

"Never mind. How are you feeling, Ellen?" the party girl asked instead.

"Um, fine."

"Don't be concerned about your husband."

" ... No,... I'm not."

"You three as well. Your dad's alright and he's going to be alright, no matter what, so there's no need to concern yourselves with him, is there?"

"Well,... no.", Skyler logically agreed.

"As long as you say nothing will happen, there's no need to worry." Star ascertained.

"That's right." Victoria adamantly said with a chummy smile. "Tamara?"

"Huh?"

"Don't be concerned about your ******, honey."

" ... Okay."

"That's a good girl." She rewarded, glancing over her lithe body.

Janet watched Willy squirm in his chair under the very firm grip on the back of his neck. For all the world, it looked like nothing more than a reassuring hand, the kind of contact Bull might have with his elderly, wheelchair ridden ******.

"You know," Victoria began when they were done talking of themselves, "Skyler left out one important detail about himself."

The dark haired young man looked away from Janet's bust line and to Victoria, only slightly disturbed by the building erection in his baggy cargo pants.

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"Your ahh,... appreciation for older women. Did you know about that, Ellen?"

"Well,... no, I didn't."

"It's okay, kid." Victoria laughed at the suddenly self conscious teen. "But you should really learn to be more subtle in the future.

"I'm so sorry." Ellen apologized as Janet might have. "He does know better."

"It's alright. Jenna doesn't mind if he stares at her body. Do you, baby?"

"Not at all."

"Skyler, would you like Jenna to take her blazer off?"

He slowly nodded, looking at Janet's bust again.

"I thought so. It's alright to want to look at women's bodies, and we did play quite a dirty little trick on you."

Janet issued a low, sultry laugh at this and slowly unbuttoned her blazer while Skyler watched, bug eyed. His jaw dropped when she opened the lapels, revealing a shiny, deep red, foil top that tied around the neck. The plunging neckline was one thing, but the backless top also showed the edges of her breasts. Most astoundingly, her nipples stood out as sharp points against the foil, totally enhancing the warm, understanding smile she gave the youth.

"Whooooa. Nice, huh, Skyler?" Victoria teased as the rest of the group looked on as well.

"Yuh.", he said, nodding, eyes fixed on Janet's chest.

"You like tits, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well go ahead and look all you want. In fact, if you promise to be a good boy, I'll take my jacket off, too, maybe even get rid of your handcuffs."

"I'll be a good boy." he toned without hesitation.

"Of course you will." Victoria sleazed as she began removing her blazer.

The third man went over to Skyler and released his cuffs, his back always to the camera, and moved off again as Victoria laid her blazer on the back of her chair.

"Oh. You can see right through this.", she said, actually sounding surprised as she looked down at herself, noting her own nipples were also hard and clearly visible behind the fine, black mesh. "You don't mind, do you Ellen? It's just my tits and he does like them."

He definitely liked them. In fact, couldn't decide which set he liked better as he looked from one chest to the other.

"Well,..."

"It's very healthy at his age. The more he sees of women's bodies, the happier and better adjusted he'll be. Isn't that right, Ellen?"

" ... Yes, I suppose that's right."

"Good, so tell him you want him to look at our tits all he wants. So he won't be confused about what his ****** wants for him."

"(ahem) Skyler, I want you to look at these ladies' breasts all you want, dear."

"Okay, Mom."

"Ellen, we're all adults here, say 'tits'."

"Tits.", Ellen replied, making Tamara and Star giggle.

Janet laughed a little too and invited, "Tell him to look at my tits, Ellen."

"Look at Jenna's tits, Skyler." she instructed, laughing a little herself at the use of the slang term in front her guests and ********.

Skyler looked, laying back in the couch and grinning now.

"Now mine." the party girl said.

"Look at Vivian's tits, Skyler."

He looked, almost drooling over the brunette's nipples.

"Now, yours." Janet told her.

"Dear, look at my tits."

He looked without hesitation, going along with the joke as his ****** garbled ineffectual warnings that his family never paid a bit of attention to. While obviously not seeing as much as he did of their guest's tits, he enjoyed the act of staring at the swell of his ******'s blouse anyway as his sisters giggled again.

"Look at my tits, Sky.", Star said, sticking them out in the shirt her ****** had earlier worried was a little snug and revealing, wondering if it was true about what they said of some girls who go to college and,...

Skyler looked and again enjoyed the opportunity, finally looking at Tamara's chest without being told by Ellen, who was laughing and covering her mouth, red faced and arching her back a little.

"I think we can lose those cuffs now." Victoria happily announced. "You three won't be any trouble."

"No.", agreed Ellen with a neighborly smile as her ********* readily agreed as well, Skyler looking at any set of tits he wanted.

Their cuffs were taken off in turn, in the same manner as Skyler's had been. They sat back, still smiling affably when it was done, without a care in the world, eyes glossy and just perfectly open to suggestion.

"Hey, I know." Janet enthused. "Ellen, take your ********* upstairs and the three of you find something nice and sexy to wear so Skyler can get a better look. That'll be fun, won't it?"

"Oh my, I don't know about that." Ellen laughed, hesitant about the propriety of this and vaguely unsure she could measure up to the other women in the room.

"Excellent idea." Victoria cheerfully approved. "Skyler, you wanna see more of your mom and sisters? Maybe me and Jenna too?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"There ya have it, go get changed, ladies. We'll take good care of Skyler while you're gone."

After they were escorted up the stairs, they rounded on the youth, grinning at the situation in his pants.

"Are you comfortable?" Janet asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you having a good time?" Victoria inquired?

"Uh huh."

"Good, we want you to have fun. You trust us, right?" she prodded.

"Yup, I trust you."

"You're a good kid, Skyler."

"Thanks."

"Take your pants off.", Janet said, as if it was the best idea she'd had all day.

"Yeah, alright."

"And your shirt, too." the blonde added."

"Okay.", he complied, getting up and unfastening his pants.

When Ellen and her ********* came back downstairs with the friendly golfers, they were greeted by the sight of Vivian and Jenna standing close to where Skyler sat in his chair with their backs to him. Their skirts were pulled up in back so they could seductively rub one another's behinds as they kissed passionately. Skyler, less his pants and shirt, had a front row seat to the show and Ellen could clearly see that he was erect by the long lump in the front of his tight boxer briefs.

She paused at the foot of the stairs, looking at this scene and suddenly realizing how horny she was. Followed by her *********, she walked closer, almost afraid to interrupt and avoiding any glances at Skyler.

"Oh, you're back." Janet said with her smile and sparkling eyes. "Skyler wanted to see our bums. Please have a seat."

Taking Tamara's forearm in a loose, but firm grip, Victoria said, "Why don't you sit with us?"

"Okay."

The young woman had shed her jeans and formless baseball shirt and now wore a pair of tight, black lycra shorts that stopped halfway down her toned thighs. A short, pink T-shirt stretched across her small B-cups and the sharp points of each nipple under the shirt.

Star wore a light purple, satin nightie, the spaghetti straps of which supported just enough satin to cover her nipples while leaving quite a lot of cleavage. There was no back above her ass and the hem allowed most of her thighs to show.

Ellen stood a little self consciously in a long, white see through beach wrap and pullover. Underneath these she wore a solid white bra with see through cups like Victoria's, except pink and blue lace roses lined the top of the cups over her vaguely visible, C-cup 'tits'. Matching low cut panties could be seen through the lower wrap, the roses there too, above the shadow of her dark pussy hair and below the garter belt with white mesh at the front, solid white at her hips. Her white stockings also had roses at their tops and the white heels did quite a bit for her posture, as Skyler couldn't help but notice.

Victoria smiled favourably at her, letting her know she'd done well as the thought that Buckner would have liked this crossed her mind. She and Janet had noticed how he was in the habit of including garter belts and stockings when he supplied their clothes, as he had on that evening. They came to a theory that the man liked them, liked the thought of them wearing the things and they both had to agree that they liked them too.

As they all sat again, Ellen, Star and Skyler across from them, Victoria looked thoughtfully at Willy for a moment. It was clear that he was slipping nicely under the influence, but Victoria wondered if Bull hadn't given him a little more than they'd intended. She decided that she shouldn't overly concern herself.

"You look very nice, Ellen." Janet complimented as Tamara settled between the neighbors from out of town.

And she did, too. Janet was quite impressed with her body and had expected something else, considering her age and how it did show somewhat in her face, although not to the point where it detracted from her natural, attractive features. No, her expectations of Ellen below the neck had not been well founded at all.

"Thank you." Ellen replied, sincerely grateful for the compliment.

"Very nice and sexy." Janet added, looking her over.

"Tamara and Star look nice, too." Victoria put in, playing with Tamara's hair while eying Star beside her ******.

Both young women smiled wider at the compliment and Tamara shivered when one of Victoria's nails ran a short distance down the back of her T-shirt.

"Aren't they pretty, Skyler?" Janet asked.

"Uh-huh. So are you and Vivian."
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"You look very nice too." Janet replied, looking at the front of his boxers.

"Mom, Skyler has a hardon." Tamara reported with a teasing giggle, apparently just noticing this.

"I know, Tamara." Ellen replied with a small, tolerant smile, glancing at Skyler who was staring at her chest.

It looked big. It was hard to tell, but it looked as big as her husband's. She felt herself heat up, realizing that her glance had turned to a stare and looked away. Her eyes fell on Willy, who was staring at Star with a lump in his own in his pants. Since she wasn't concerned about him, she moved her eyes on to Vivian and Jenna as the brunette whispered something in her ********* ear.

"Really?" Tamara asked.

Victoria felt herself slipping a little, becoming as *********** by the wanting of this young woman as she was by the potion. She had to keep herself in line.

"Ask Jenna, she'll tell you." Victoria answered. "Star, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes."

"I get the feeling that you like to show off your body."

"Umm,... really?"

"Heh. You do, don't you?"

"Kinda.", she admitted with a smile. "Sometimes."

"It's a very nice one."

"Thank you."

"Isn't this a lot better, Skyler?" Victoria asked as Tamara now whispered in Janet's ear.

"Yeah. I can see better."

"Check out your mom's nipples. Nice, huh?"

"Uh huh. I've been looking at them."

"Think she should take that shirt off so we can see them even better?"

"Well,... I guess so, yeah."

"Tell her, then."

"Oh, but-"

"You have a bra on underneath, it's okay." Victoria interrupted Ellen.

"Mom, take your shirt off, so I can see your tits better."

" ... Uhhh,... well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt, since,... he can already see them a little."

"And remember, he should look at them all he wants, right?" Victoria reminded.

"Yes,... He should get a better look at my tits,..."

She slowly peeled the tight beach top off, her nipples indeed becoming much more visible. They were actually very nice, too, a fact that was not lost on Skyler, any more than their erect condition as she sat there looking sheepish, but somewhat well humoured about it.

Tamara giggled wildly at something Janet said as she slowly transferred from the cushion of the couch to the blonde's lap. Victoria wondered if she was getting carried away. After all, Janet would have had the heavier dose, however, there was no time to worry about that just then.

"Oh, Skyler, your mom's all nipply. Stand up, Ellen."

She dutifully stood, although still seeming a bit shy, and looked around at them, settling on Victoria as though asking what came next.

"I think Skyler would just love to watch Star play with your nipples. Wouldn't you, Skyler?"

"Uhh,..." was all he could get out.

"Oh, my god!" Star laughed, still sitting on the couch with both her hands over her mouth.

"I'll bet you'd do it if he told you." Victoria leered at Ellen's curvy ********.

Another wild giggle from Tamara seemed to let her out of any immediate answer to this.

"Take a look." Janet challenged the younger blonde.

"No way!", she refused with an excited grin.

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm not a lesbian."

"I don't think you have to be. Besides, how else can I prove it?"

Victoria was relieved that her friend did seem to have it together. She looked to Willy, who was watching the two blondes now and visibly excited.

"What about it, Skyler? Wanna see how hard Mom's nipples can get?"

"Yeah. Mom, tell Star to play with your nipples."

"Oh, Skyler are you sure you want that?"

"Yeah. I want to see how big and hard they get."

"You know it's no big deal, Ellen, go ahead."

" ... Star,... please come here and play with my nipples. Make them as big and hard as you can, so Skyler can see."

"Oh, my god!" she repeated into the palms of her hands while getting up. "Umm,... (giggle)"

"Oh. Uh-h.", Ellen gasped slightly when Star's halting fingers took her nipples through the mesh.

"Have you ever seen your mom's tits before?" Victoria asked Skyler.

"No."

"She's pretty good to show you, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Mom's the greatest."

"It's okay to rub your cock while you watch them, you know."

"Uhh-"

"Hey!", Tamara laughed, now seated on the cushion between Janet's spread legs with her hand a little ways down the grinning, older woman's black lace panties. "You don't have any at all, you cheated!"

"Ha! no, I tricked you, didn't I honey? But I assure you, I am a real blonde, no matter what Vivian tells you. But, now,... what about you?"

"Oooh. Mmmm." Ellen let out in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, refusing to look her delighted ******** in the eye as she pinched and rolled her ******* nipples, sensitive as never before between her fingers and thumb.

She saw Skyler watching them. Tamara was in Jenna's lap again, grinning as she allowed the woman to spread her young, fit legs from behind while Vivian caressed one of her own breasts, watching Skyler with a curious expression. Star tugged on her nipples, pulling out on her breasts and making her close her eyes in a passionate sigh.

"Ellen, won't you tell him it's alright to play with himself while he watches?" Victoria asked.

"Oh, Sk- Skyler!"

"Oh, you're not wearing panties.", Janet breathed in the writhing, blonde athlete's ear as she lightly stroked between her legs, exciting her pouting pussy lips, clearly defined beneath the lycra.

This actually took Skyler's attention from his ******. Tamara's legs were spread in such a way as he could easily see the deep gap between those lips as Janet's fingertip moved up between them.

"Uhh-hh. Ohh, Jenna."

"Your brother is watching.", 'Jenna' whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm! Uh!"

This time, Janet's finger reached her anus before tracing back up again, pressing harder.

Skyler jumped at his own touch as he watched them, Tamara almost a younger version of his ****** in body and face.

"I wonder if Star is wearing panties." Victoria sleazily announced.

Star turned and smiled, still playing at Ellen's nipples and nodded.

"You are?"

"Uh-huh."

"You believe that, Skyler?"

"Hu-uh?"

Do you think Star's wearing panties?"

"Oh, uhh, I don't know."

"Wanna find out?"

"Sure."

"Go and see."

He hesitated, looking at his ******, then Star's round, satin draped ass before getting up and walking to the standing couple as Victoria looked to Willy. He was staring at Star's ass, too.

"What do you think, Willy?"

" ... I,... want to know if she's wearing any, too."

Star giggled, watching them with excitement.

"Well, of course you do and that's alright. We all want to know."

"Skyler,...", Ellen half heartedly warned in an uncertain voice from between the waves of pleasure Star was giving her. He stood there, rubbing himself as he reached out to take the back of Star's nightie in his fingers.

"I want to, Mom. I want to see her,..."

He slowly pulled the back of the nightie up to her lower back with the sounds of everyone's low approval of her pale pink lace, high cut, ass cheek exposing boy cuts.

"Ohhh, fuck,...", Willy breathed.

"Daaaaad!" Star laughed.

Even Ellen looked over Star's shoulder at the spectacle, resting her hands on her ********* hips as she did, easily understanding the reactions of the group. Inexplicably, she drew the nightie up at her hips as well, leaning forward as Star put her arms around her and looked over her shoulder, arching her back and sticking her ass out.

"Well, she wasn't lying!" Victoria laughed.

Go ahead, ask him, I'm sure he'll say it's alright." Janet said, persuading Tamara, who hesitantly turned her head to her ******.

"Dad, Is it okay if I take my shirt off?"

His mouth worked for a second, but nothing came out as a thousand ways to say 'yes' crowded his brain all at once, polluted by some vague reason why he should say no.

"I'm not wearing a bra and everyone will see my boobs, but I really wanna do it anyway. Okay?"

" ... Yeah, princess. Take your shirt off."
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She smiled, darted her eyes around the room and crossed her arms, taking the bottom of the T-shirt in her hands and unhurriedly peeling it off.

"Wow, Tam." Skyler approved, standing with one hand resting on Star's waist, the other pumping his erection through his boxers. "Nice tits."

"Thanks. Do you like them, Dad?" she sighed as Janet cupped and gently, slowly squeezed her mound.

They were the same as his wife's, or at least the same as what they once were, and he loved them, thrilled at the hard, dark red nipples as they teased him.

"Yeah, I do."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel,... dirty. Oohhh?"

"Oh, my." Victoria said, enjoying this quite thoroughly now, both hands on her nipples and looking at Star again. "What about you, Star? Feeling like a dirty girl?"

"Uh huh." she replied, quite sincerely and with an embarrassed little laugh.

"I know you are, Ellen. You can't take your eyes off of Skyler's cock. Looks pretty good, huh?"

"It looks pretty big." she agreed, vacantly stroking Star's ass cheeks.

"Take his shorts off, Mom." Star suggested in a low voice.

"Wh-? that- well,... alright,...", she agreed with some confused uncertainty.

Ellen separated from Star and watched her hands as though they were someone else's move to the elastic waistband of Skyler's underwear. She slipped her thumbs inside and pulled them down, sinking to a squatting position in the process of taking them down to his ankles.

It was there, right in front of her face and it was beautiful. He grabbed it up again, stroking himself while she paused there, staring at the precum that worked its way out at the tip.

"What do you think, Ellen?" Victoria teased as Star looked on.

"Oh, my heavens. It's,..."

"Do you like watching him play with it?"

" ... Yes."

Ellen stood again, although still looking down. She didn't quite know what to do with herself and her vagina was spread so wide and so wet,...

"This is fun." Star proclaimed, looking at Tamara, still in Janet's lap.

"Why don't you and Tamara go un-cuff your dad now?" Victoria directed. "You won't be a problem, huh Willy?"

"A prob- I don't,... No. Not at all. Why would you ask?"

"Give 'em the keys." she said to Bull, grinning at the two sisters as they went forward, Tamara sliding from Janet's lap, Star holding out her hand for the key.

They each stood on either side of Willy's chair as Star unlocked the cuffs and removed them, Tamara distracted by the hard rod under her ******* pants. It jutted out to the left and looked quite uncomfortable.

"Star, look. Dad's all hard."

Willy's reality had become a foggy, wet dream where he knew reality lived, but his senses kept insisting that it didn't matter and the confusion this brought seemed to make it hard to string more than four or five words together. Any movement, while possible, seemed to be an ordeal that wasn't worth the effort and the only thing that mattered was his hard cock.


Star looked, then turned back to her ****** and pulled up the front of her nightie, showing him the front of her panties and asking, "Dad, should I take them off?"

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"Wow.", Tamara expressed.

Star looked again and opened her mouth in surprise. Tammy had her ******* pants open. He was wearing white, jock style briefs, the head of his manhood sticking out the left leg hole.

"Oh, my god! Tamara! (giggle)"

"What? (giggle)

"What are you doing?" Star asked, bending over for a closer look, still holding her nightie about her waist.

"I'm looking at Dad's thingy."

"It's like Skyler's."

"Yeah.", Tamara asserted, working his pants down a little more.

"Dad, what about my panties? They're all wet, is it okay if I take them off?"

"Ohh, sugar,...", he moaned. "Take your panties off,..."

Star wiggled her hips a little as she slid her boy cuts down for him to see, meanwhile, Tamara was industriously removing Willy's shoes and sox in order to free her ****** of his pants.

"Thanks, Dad." she said with a naughty smile as he gawked at her sex and the narrow, short strip of dark hair above it. "Look at my pussy."

Victoria and Janet were now both spread legged, their skirts hiked up, hands in each other's panties as they watched the seeds they'd planted grow.

Skyler turned to his ******, who was watching Tamara pull her ******* pants away from his feet and off. He put his hands on her waist, slowly moving them up and around, making her inhale sharply when they travelled down over her hips and thighs.

"Mom, you're so hot."

"Oh,... Thank you, honey." she said, flattered that he would think this of her.

He turned her around by the shoulders and looked at her ass in the long, gauzy material, a solid white triangle beneath it and between the tops of her cheeks, the thin straps going on around her hips and over her garter belt.

"Spread your feet." he softly voiced, more as an instruction than a request.

She complied, looking away from everyone else as she stepped out with one foot, increasing the space between it and the other to about a foot and a half, the farthest she would go in the unfamiliar, high heels. She looked behind just as he unfastened the lower wrap, allowing it to fall before she could even think about reaching for it.

"I wanna feel your ass." he said, taking the bottom of one of her cheeks and kneading a little.

"Ohh, but,... Skyler, that feels,..."

Ellen knew in the back of her mind that she should stop this, should stop all of this, but how could she? The insistent, yet reverent hand that slowly, softly explored her bottom was making her feel very good, was telling her that there was a need that she never realized, that could conveniently be fulfilled right then and how could she argue with that? Anyway, it was just a tushie rub. What could be the harm in allowing Skyler to give her a tushie rub? Plus, he obviously enjoyed doing it and it was quite natural and healthy for him to be interested in women's bodies.

Then he was back in front of her. By the looks of him, Ellen figured that if he were any more excited, his hair would be sticking straight out. He grabbed both her nipples through her bra and started playing them, as Star had been doing. Something warm and sticky wet touched her belly. She looked down between them to see that it was the head of his swollen penis, smearing his precum on her belly.

"Take off your bra, Mom."

"Uhh! Ohh, but honey-"

"Well, Tamara took her shirt off, and Jenna too." he reasoned, Pulling down on one cup and letting her breast fall out. "And I wanna play with your tits."

She was about to stammer a protest when his rod left her belly, replaced by his hand, which immediately went down her panties to play in her pubic hair. His fingers being that close made her gasp, her pelvis automatically jerking forward a short distance before her tensed muscles could stop it.

"Oh! Skyler, honey! Ohhh!"

"Show me your pussy, too. I wanna see it."

"Skyler," Victoria sleazed, "I think you should do whatever you want with your ******* body."

"Ooooooooohh!" she groaned as Skyler's hand slipped deeper into her soaked underwear. Ohhhh, Skyler!"

They soon came down, peeled away from her drenched crotch as he sucked her exposed nipple and, after stepping out of them, she widened her stance yet a little more for his curious hand.

"D- do you really want to play with Mommy's body, honey?", she asked as he dumped her other breast out of it's cup, guiding her to the couch.

"Yeaaahh.", he sighed, not about to be stopped now in any case.

"Mmmm.", she crooned as he laid her back, spreading her legs wide and looking at all she had to offer as she looked up at him.

"I'm gonna play with your pussy." he said, now slowly pushing his middle finger up inside her slit.

"Awwww! Ohhhhh!"

Star was again distracted by Tamara and her activities. Her younger sister was now pulling her partially ************* ******* briefs away from his body, allowing his prick to slide to a more natural position. He jumped when she let the elastic slap back across him, his cockhead still sticking out, this time past the narrow band at the top. They both watched silently as it seemed to 'breathe', subtly writhing and visibly throbbing.

Willy had indeed gotten more than the planned dosage. He lay there with the biggest, most sensitive hardon of his life, at least since he was twenty. Doing something about this unexpected and wrong situation seemed pretty complicated, especially while his ********* were being such good girls, showing him their bodies and paying attention to him for once. And nobody wanted to be any trouble.

"Touch it.", Tamara dared with a dirty smile.

"No way!"

"Why?"

"Cause its Dads! You touch it."

" ... Okay."

From where she knelt on the floor, Tamara carefully reached over the arm of the chair and stroked her ******* cockhead, drawing her fingertip across the top of it and making him jump again.

"You got some of his stuff on your finger." Star observed, getting to her knees and hanging over the opposite arm of Willy's chair.

Tamara's answer to this was to rub the same finger around the tip of his cock some more, spreading it around, down to the rim and even behind where it lay on his moderately hairy belly. He squirmed and groaned at this, jumping with a short jerk as he watched them.

"Mmmm.", Star toned, pushing further forward, dragging the already low cut nightie down in front until a large, fully erect nipple peeked out at her ******.

Noticing this, Tammy giggled and rubbed her slippery fingertip over Star's nipple, wiping it off as her sister jumped a little at her touch. Star grinned at this act, then glanced at her ****** as he stared at her curvy, young ass.

"Stick your hand down his shorts and play with him." Tamara dared again.

" ... No, you. (giggle)

"Nope, your turn."

"He might get mad."

"Go on, grab it."

Star giggled again and hesitantly burrowed into her ******* underwear with her hand, laughing a little more and taking the hard organ in a loose grip. He trembled and bucked, groaning again, louder this time.

"Ohh,...", Tamara breathed as she watched her sister slowly stroke their ******* cock in his underwear, working the white cotton down further, "Oh my god, you're bad, Star."

"You dared me to."

"So what?" she replied. "Want me to pull his underwear down?"

Star glanced at her shell shocked ****** again, then answered, "Umm, just a little."

"Well, I wanna see his balls. They look big and swollen; probably all full of his stuff."

She slowly pulled them down, uncovering his length little by little until she could see all of his genetalia.

"Oh, wow." Tamara said, jaw left hanging as she stared, slowly taking a lower grip with her own slender hand. "He really likes that."

"Ooooh.", Star expressed. "It's all wet. Slippery and,... hard."

"Wouldn't it be cool if he came?" Tamara asked.

"(Giggle)"

"Can you imagine sucking it?" she asked further.

" ... Like,... both of us?"
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"Yeah. Imagine if we made him cum."

"Oh my god!", Star giggled again, still slowly pumping her ******* shaft in harmony with Tamara's hand and watching a fresh puddle of pre-cum form at the tip.

She ran her fingers over it and worked it down, lightly twisting round and round as if it were a motorcycle throttle, driving Willy to groan all the louder.

"Dad, can me and Tamara suck on your cock?"

"Uhhh-hhhhhhh,...!", he answered.

She turned back to see her little sister tentatively licking the tip, now smearing yet another puddle of pre-cum around.

"Tam, holy ****."

"Haa- ahh." she replied.

"Ooooh. Ohh, Tamara, you're bad!"

She stopped, retracting her tongue and smiling as she looked up at Star, replying, "Look who's talking. You started playing with it."

"That's different, though."

"Not that different. Kiss it."

" ... (smerp-p) Mmmm." Star expressed, Willy's juices on her lips.

"Do it again."

She kissed her ******* cockhead again, this time letting the tip of her tongue out, playing over it softly, tasting his lubrication and slowly letting her lips settle around the rim.

"Mmm-mm."

"Yeaahhh.", Tamara softly encouraged with a horny grin. "Suck,..."

A loud groan from a short distance away drew Ellen's attention from the expression on Skyler's face after he began fingerfucking her. A part of her mind was shocked to see the end of Willy's penis in Star's mouth. At the same time, she wanted to join them until she was reminded that she had one all to herself.

"Mom, suck my cock, okay?" he asked, repositioning himself. Suck me off while I lick your pussy."

"But,... Alright, Skyler, but you have to promise,... You have to try not to- to cum in your ******* mouth. Skyler, Honey?"

His genetalia was suddenly above her, his inner thighs on either side of her face. He lowered himself a little, his balls touching the bridge of her nose, the base of his cock at its tip as he began licking her lips.

"Ohh! Oh, baby!" she cried, lips moving against his balls.

She hardly noticed when she started kissing them, only when she was actively cleaning them with her tongue and holding his stiff rod in one hand. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes as his tongue began poking eagerly between her lips, rolling her pelvis up to meet his mouth. Repositioning herself just a little, she aimed his prick at her mouth and took it in, feeling his thighs tremble a little as she did, experiencing a jolt of excitement at having done that to him.

"Mmmm! Ummmmb-mmm!"

Janet and Victoria were still side by side, legs spread and crossed over one another while they played, watching this moment between Ellen and her *** as it brought Victoria to climax. She groaned above Willy over and over, rolling herself into Janet's hand.

Skyler didn't even notice 'Vivian', or her throes of passion as he feasted on his ******, sucking her clitoris and lips, licking her dry so he could wet her up again, poking her with his finger and lapping up what he drew from her. His cock felt great in his ******* mouth and he couldn't help but start fucking her in that fashion. Barely under control, he ****** himself to level off when he heard her half ******* at each thrust from underneath him.

Ellen could only open her throat and enjoy herself. Her hands crept up to his ass, one rubbing between his cheeks, the other the small of his back. She felt the effect that had on him right away, how he pressed his mouth harder to her. She pressed at his anus with her thumb and thrilled to the effect, feeling herself approaching orgasm. She managed to remove him from her mouth in order to cry out a warning when she realized that this orgasm would be over her ***s mouth.

"Ahhh! Ohhh, baby! I'll cum! Baby! No- ohhhh!! Naaaaaaa-um-mmp!"

He plunged his rod back into her mouth, fucking her face to the ever more excited sounds from his ******* impeded tongue, happily licking and fingering her to orgasm, sucking her clitoris into his mouth for the duration. Her hips bucked wildly as she squeezed his ass, crying around his hard, throbbing prick, her body twisting under his weight.

Ellen was having a hard time recovering from this, as he just kept going. Her legs kicked spasmaticly as he sucked at her opening, playing with her anus at the same time. She was completely unprepared for the blast of hot seed down her throat, repeated by another and another and more, making her ***** and filling her mouth.

"Mmmm! Mmm-mmpblbpff! Ugmm- (gulp) -Ommmm! (gulp) Mmm-mpp! Mmplp- (gulp) Mmmmm."

"Uuuhhhhhh, Mom!"

Tamara watched Star as her mouth took in more and more of Willy's length. She brushed her sister's hair back so she could see better and began massaging his balls.

"See how far,... yeah,... deepthroat him."

"Nguk."

Suddenly getting an idea, she reached into the small pocket on the outside of the chair and activated the motorized recline feature, watching her ******* body slowly straighten out until he lay horizontal.

"(slurp)"

"Dad, I'm gonna take my shorts off, 'kay? So everyone can see me naked."

"That's,... yeah, princess. Do that."

He watched her go about this, her enticing movements teasing him along with her innocent smile until she was stepping out of them, completely nude now.

"My turn." she told Star.

"Mmmmmp. Okay. I'm gonna take the rest of his clothes off now."

"Take your nightie off, too." Tamara advised. "Dad, tell Star to take her nightie off so you can see everything."

"Star,... Sugar, take it off. ... Show Daddy your nice big titties,..."

"Okay, Dad."

She slipped her shoulders from beneath the straps and the little nightie fell until it gathered at her hips, leaving her impressive breasts and dark, erect nipples bare. Tamara, while pumping and sucking Willy's shaft, reached out and pulled the nightie the rest of the way to the floor.

Willy was on cloud nine, watching his beautiful, naked Star untie the sweater from around his neck and then start on the buttons of his shirt. Tamara's mouth had now taken on the responsibility of keeping his prick occupied, sucking at the tip at first as Star had done, as though sampling a product before buying. Then Star was pulling his underwear down, down to his knees, then his ankles. Before he even realized it, they were gone and she was between his legs, licking his balls.

"(slu-urp!) Mmmm!"

Tamara drooled a large amount of saliva down her ******* manhood, going farther down to take it again, spreading and lubricating him well, but not catching it all. Star grabbed it up with her tongue and helped spread it around as another thick stream ran over her upper lip.

"Help me spread his legs so I can,...", Star urged, suddenly getting the help she needed with the legs of their lethargic ******. "Yeah."

Now that Star had much better access to her ******* scrotum, she went about licking everywhere, copying her sister and using a lot of saliva and drooling over him shamelessly.

"Don't mess up the couch." Tamara warned while catching her breath at one point. "Mom'll get mad."

"Move, I wanna see his cock between my boobs."

"Oh, yeah."

His legs were spread even further, making him vaguely gratified by the hours of working out his wife ****** him into with her in their home gym, also noting how it certainly did wonders for Tamara.

Star was pleased at how easily his big, stiff member was surrounded by her ample tit flesh, how the firm head felt when it first pressed against her chest and rubbed all the way up her cleavage. She looked down and saw it, stuck her tongue out and licked its tip as he watched. Then Tamara moved in and put her lips around it, licking that spot in front, just beneath his helmet, making Willy gasp and jerk.

"Yeaaah." Tamara expressed, looking at her widely grinning sister as she slowly pumped his cock with her breasts. "Oh my god, you look like such a dirty little slut right now."

"Now look who's talking."

"(giggle)"

"Suck on it again for a minute." Star told her.

She did as told, again using a lot of saliva and letting it run down his shaft and her sister's cleavage, Willy groaning and crying out as she once again attacked that special place until Star's warning stopped her.

"Tam, I think,... Dad's gonna cum!"

"Uhhhh, fuuuuck!, he groaned.

"Oh, ****! A-! Ohh!" she finished in surprise as the first heavy blast hit her cheek and dark hair.

She looked up at her ******* face as he spurted jet after jet of hot, sticky seed at her neck, chin and all over her firm breasts. She kept pumping him until he was finished, a strange, half serious smile of great interest on her face as she observed the taboo pleasure in Willy's features.

"Ohhh,... wow!", Tamara breathed after the last of it had ended. "Oh my god, Star, Dad just came right in your face and all over your tits! Oh my god!" she repeated with a giddy laugh.

Another giggle was Star's only response as she continued to pump her twitching and moaning ******, finally looking at his slippery jism on her chest.

Skyler was now off of Ellen and dragging her on her back, propping her pelvis up on the nearby arm of the couch. Her legs still spread, she watched as he looked down at her, still hard and stroking himself, touching the end of it to her lips, rubbing it around a little before teasing her clitoris with it.

"Ohhh, baby! Ooohhh, you shouldn't be,... so close with your,... Uhh! Ohhh! Skyler!"
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He'd pushed the head of his cock into her ready, wet opening a little way, enough to get her attention, as it seemed. They both stared at it as it paused there, long enough for Ellen to reach down and grab his slippery member.

"Honey, maybe we sh- should- Oh, baby, you're going,... deeper! Ahh! Ohh!"

He drove slowly further, guided by her hand until it was jammed between them and then pushed harder, working around and ******* her hand to break its loose grip. It was the greatest feeling in the world, much better than Becky Kinsworth, the school bicycle who he'd lost his virginity to earlier that year.

"Ohh, Mom! You feel so good!"

Ohhh! Ohh- Uhh! Oh, Skyler! Sk-! yi-! your big cock! Oh, Skyler!"

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned when she moved her hand and he finished burying himself inside her.

"A-! Ohh! Baby!" she attempted one last time. You already came in your ******* mouth,... what more,...? "Ohhh-hh!"

"I don't care." he insisted, slowly drawing out and pushing inside her again, buzzed on the feel of her canal against his prick. "I- uhh-h! -I wanna fuck you.

"Ohh! Awwwwww! Awww- Oh, Skyler, you're-! -A very bad boy! Oh, Skyler! Ohhh!"

He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts as he settled into a rhythm, giving her a good, satisfyingly solid fucking.

"Ohhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh!" Ellen ground out, helpless and completely betrayed by her body once again.

She was amazed at how hard he'd stayed and how good it hurt, especially at first, being jolted by his cock and pelvis over and over again. She lost herself to it, letting him have his way now and enjoyed an unmeasureable amount of time being the recipient of his energetic and willful teen angst. He grunted that he loved her and she knew he did.

Skyler was also in a world of his own, screwing with almost no awareness or effort, just raw feeling and plenty of it. Holding on to her tits as he worked in and out of her, though, he couldn't help but notice Tamara and Star, both of them naked and helping his also naked ****** to the other end of the couch. Nor could he help but notice the jism running down and between those great tits of Star's.

Willy was put down on his back, his upturned face ear to ear with Ellen.

"He's still so hard." Tamara said, pumping her ******'s cock again while Star's attentions were completely diverted to what Skyler was doing with their ******.

He was upright, no longer holding on to Ellen's breasts while he screwed her, in favour of watching the newcomers, then Star in particular as she advanced.

"I fuckin' love your body." he heavily panted.

"Yeah?" she teased.

"Oh, yeah."

"I always thought you were kind of a nerd boy, but I guess a nerd boy wouldn't fuck his own mom."

Pointedly looking at the string of cum on her cheek and in her hair, he smiled and answered. "Lick her clit while I fuck her and I'll show you what a nerd boy I am. I wanna cum all over your face."

"Mm-hm.", she responded with a little smile before going down on her ******.

Tamara, in the meantime, had straddled Willy, facing his feet. She held her legs open as she carefully guided her ******'s cock to her pussy, biting her lower lip and twitching with excitement. She felt his cock twitch at her lips as well, the sensation exciting her all the more as she slowly lowered herself over him, both of them groaning as he easily slipped inside her wet box.

Skyler watched Star lick and suck their ******* clit as he continued to ram and he knew the occasional flick of her tongue on his cock was no accident. Ellen soon had another orgasm, squealing and crying out her **** name. He pulled himself out as Star watched and gently slapped her face with his prick a couple of times before she stuck her tongue out and began licking him clean over Ellen's used pussy.

"Ohh! Oh, Daddy! Ohhh, fuuuuck!" Tamara whined, bouncing up and down on Willy's cock.

Star was now sucking Skyler vigorously, straddling both her parent's heads with her knees spread wide on the couch to accommodate them. They were licking her eager pussy, using their fingers and tongues to drive her closer to her own orgasm as she sucked until her brother made the right noises, then removed his member from her mouth and promptly jerked him off in her face, allowing his cum to drip from her face to drizzle over her ******* gash.

When not orally pleasing one of their ********, Willy and Ellen kissed passionately as the three younger members of the family went on to do what they wanted with their parents and each other, both lost in the other as though they were making love. It had been years since it had been like this for them and Ellen enjoyed this return to how things once were between them as immensely as Willy did.

Later in the evening, none of the Keeping family even noticed when their forgotten guests all slowly, quietly packed up and left.
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The gun metal gray Firebird idled furiously at the curb while a small contingent of bellhops loaded the trunk with twice as much luggage than what they'd arrived with, two of them standing by each open door of the car, awaiting Victoria's and Janet's approach and entrance to the machine. Along with the eye opening gratuity Madeline and Winona had left, Buckner's bonus Dollars for each job they'd done made their new and expensive purses seem heavy as well.

He stood with them underneath the Hotel awning, Vernon and Bull at each side, all five of them smiling genuinely, although not without some regret in their eyes.

"Ladies, if you ever come to Vegas again, by all means, stay here. Bring your husbands, you'll get the royal treatment and they'll never know why." he promised with a twinkle in his eye.

"Plus, that way, if we get into trouble again,...", Victoria laughed.

"Better the devil you know." he finished, he and Janet laughing as well.

"I hope you don't think we feel that way about you, though." Janet said when they stopped. "Because we don't. We were stupid, we got ourselves into trouble and we paid the price to go home free of it right now, just like you promised."

"That's right." Victoria said. "And we're really thankful you gave us the chance to get off the hook."

"Janet, Victoria, you're both two of a kind. I really didn't like putting you two to work like that from the outset and I regretted it more and more later on, but you two were,... I'm sorry, but you were perfect. You did everything I asked better than I could have asked and some of the things you've accomplished for me go way beyond just money. And by the way,..."

He stopped to fish something out of the inside pocket of his very smart, gray suit. Two small envelopes appeared in his hand, one of which was passed to each woman.

"It's a short list of email addresses." he explained. Winona and Madeline have extended an open invitation to you both, should you ever decide to visit Italy. I'd be a little careful there, if I were you. Also, my email address is in there, so that, like I said, if you're ever in town again, or if things don't work out in some way and you need some place to go and a job, you know. Not like before, one that would take better advantage of your, ah, people skills. You know, Francine tells me I'm crazy to let you two go." he laughed.

"Oh, we'll certainly keep that in mind, Mr. Buckner.", Janet graciously told him, inwardly thinking of how soon and how horribly things could still go wrong.

"We'll handle it.", Victoria assured him, looking to Janet in order to try to assure her too.

"I believe you can. Good luck, Ladies. Drive carefully and try to stay out of trouble."

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"It seems like a year ago, somehow." Janet noted as they drove through town on their way to the onramp.

"Since we blew in here." Victoria assumed she meant. "Yeah, it's like that for me, too. And somehow, this trip, this time,... it's more real. I don't know if you get what I mean." she said, disengaging the clutch and gearing down for a red light in her tight new designer jeans.

"More vivid. Little things and details are more appreciable."

" ... Yeah. Yeah, that's it."

They were silent amidst the traffic for a while in the non air conditioned antique, windows rolled down until Victoria spoke thoughtfully.

"I wonder why Buckner warned us about Winona and Madeline?"

"I don't know, but I trust him. I don't think I'd ever be interested in going to Italy, anyway."

"Hmm.", Victoria said as though she wasn't convinced.

"Comes to that," Janet added, "I'd rather we visited Patricia."

"Heh. Yeah, I liked her. She was good."

"Yes.", Janet agreed with a recollective smile that matched Victoria's. "But to be honest, I enjoyed it all, everything we did, even though, sometimes, I was pretty scared."

"Mmm. Me too."

"Then again, maybe that's just the potion talking."

They said little more as they worked their way closer to the highway, the vague regret that hung in the air at the Hotel seeming to have followed, compressing itself around them within the confines of the car.

They said even less after they eventually gained the onramp and were fast tracked down the highway towards home, the talk petering out altogether as the traffic did, the further they drove from Las Vegas.

After a while, Victoria suddenly slowed the car down, pulling off to the wide, dirt shoulder and stopping, a cloud of dust overtaking and passing around the car, happy to head on down the road without them, if need be. Switching the ignition off, she turned in the seat, left arm draped over the top of the wheel, and took her sunglasses off, looking Janet squarely in the eye.

"We can flag down the next car that has a man behind the wheel and suck him off right now, if you want. We could. It's not as if he'd refuse."

" ... I don't want to do that at all."

"Sure you do, that's why you hesitated, right? You actually had to think about it, if only for a split second. Just suggesting we do it conjures up images in our heads and we want to, potion or no. We know we shouldn't, but we have been, so why not now? Oops." she said, turning her head momentarily as a car whizzed by. "There he goes. I'm sure they'll be another, though. So what do you say?"

"I say no.", Janet insisted. "Before, there was no choice."

"But, we enjoyed it."

"That doesn't mean- that doesn't change anything outside those circumstances. Those circumstances no longer exist and reality is reality again. We have to fit into it and, underneath our base desires and how the potion and our recent circumstances encourages them, we want to fit into it."

"Well, I'm glad we've got that established."

"Oh, I see what you're doing."

"Janet, we can't go back home with any more baggage than what's in the trunk, you understand? That would ruin everything, I tell you it will and I do mean everything. It's exactly like you said at the Hotel, we were stupid and we had to do what we had to do so we could avoid paying the highest price for our stupidity. Not many people would have done any different in our shoes and we're just lucky that it was Buckner's casino we went to and that he gave us that opportunity."

"I know, I know,... I said all that and I know and believe it, it's just that now, on our way home, it doesn't seem to cover the whole thing."

"I'm not saying it does, I'm just saying that things could have been a whole lot worse, nobody got hurt and, if we enjoyed it, lucky us to be able to get through it that way and move on. We're still basically the women we were when we left home, just with new experience below our belts. If you'll pardon the pun."

"I'll laugh about that later. Right now, I must point out that Dr. McNeer, her Receptionist and two of her patients were certainly hurt. Not in a physical way, but imagine what they must be thinking now? And who's to say that Meshac and his friends won't eventually come to harm because of what we did? Not to mention Willy and his family. We did cause harm and I'm pretty sure that's a big part of what doesn't get covered by my neat and tidy little excuses, not to mention the fact that I cheated on Tom. Yes, I cheated. Once I accepted the enjoyment of it, had fun with it and tried to forget about him so I could get through it all that much easier,... I cheated."

"We had no choice."

"That doesn't justify it. Poor Dr. McNeer wouldn't think so."

"Janet,... Baby, listen: You made the right decisions the entire way through this. If you had to go back, even feeling the way you do now, you'd still make those same decisions for the good of both of us, and that's one of the reasons I love you. Again, I know this is hard for you, it is for me too, but there's nothing we can do about now, anymore than there was anything we could have done when we first met Buckner. Nothing but to get over it. As for Willy,..."

Victoria looked down for a moment before speaking, seemingly to the console between their hips.

"You heard Buckner. Willy's lucky he didn't end up dead. If you think we fucked his family up, imagine how a bullet in the back of Willy's head would have fucked them up."

"They'll never get over it."

"You don't know that. You don't know that at all. And what if they do and you don't? Buckner even said that they all deserved it. Don't get hung up on this, it serves no purpose other than to rip apart everything we worked to save and, if you need to talk about it, you know I'll listen. Right?"

"Yes."

They gazed seriously at one another for a short time before Victoria spoke again, breaking a seemingly fragile moment.

"Janet,... are we, ahhh,... we still good, baby?"

"Yes, sweetie, we're still good." Janet reassured her, managing a sincere smile.

Victoria let a small sigh of relief at this pass her lips and said, "Just give it some time, okay? Block out the memories if you want, or if you can, and just let some time go by; you'll be surprised at how it leaves your mind, how it becomes hard to remember."

"You sound like you have some experience sailing de' nial."

"Well, like I say, there've been some pretty good reasons why you're my only female friend. So, take it from me, you can get over this. And you know we have more important things to tackle, right? I'm counting on you."

"I'm counting on you."

"There you go." Victoria said, a smile on her mouth now.

She leaned forward to kiss her blonde neighbor, the soccer mom who was dressed and made up as such once again, although this time much more expensively in the upscale, yet sexy looking summer dress that made women on the cover of Good Housekeeping look like boring, frumpy losers.

Janet met her kiss, eagerly returning it and slipping her hand to the inside of Victoria's upper thigh. They stayed like that for some moments before parting, each satisfied and relieved that things really were good between them before Victoria started the car with a roar and a smile.

"We'll figure out Tom and Reggie, too. One way, or another."

Janet eyed her beautiful friend as she pulled out to the blacktop, accelerating through the gears and looking confident, even happy.
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"You have a plan, don't you?"

The two sat on a sun dried picnic table in the dusty parking lot of the last stop for fifty miles, according to the sign. They'd fueled and stocked up on bottled water and were taking time to eat before the longest leg of their trip.

Victoria bit off a chunk of the tuna sandwich she'd bought, looking at the clear plastic container of caesar salad in front of Janet for a moment before answering.

"I wouldn't go that far. I have some ideas and stuff, but I need your input to make a plan out of it."

"I'm listening."

"Okay, well, first off, we'll just let this whole thing blow over with Reggie. We stick to the plan, the story that Buckner set up for us and I say I'm sorry we worried him, show him some of the money we made and then make it all good by showing him how much I missed him. By the time Tom gets home, it won't be an issue and something you may never have to bring up."

"That sounds sensible." Janet said, washing down a crouton with a ***** of water.

"Sure it does, that's because it's the easy part. But a few months from now, we should try a little experiment."

"Okay,...", Janet said, waiting for it.

"See, most men get turned on by lesbians." Victoria began to explain. "It's just a thing with them, you know what I mean."

"Not really."

"Well, they do, take it from me."

"Are we lesbians?"

"A- ... I,... I guess."

"I don't feel like a lesbian." Janet asserted.

"Well, neither do I, but- okay, we'll debate that another time, babes. The point is that they'll see us as lesbians having a lesbian relationship and they might actually like it, or at least the idea of it. So we have to set up a little something. We'll have a get-together where you and I will pretend to get a little ***** and kiss or something, just to see how it goes over."

"Test the waters."

"Right.", Victoria confirmed. "That'll at least give us an idea of whether or not we even should tell them."

"Yes. Yes, that's good and very sensible. And it buys us time. But we can't go too far, we have to be able to avoid any suspicion if we do decide that we can't tell them.

"Yup, we'll have to be careful there, alright."

"So, what if they seem to be okay with it? What if it's only a little, or they're not sure?" Janet asked.

"You're thinking of Tom." Victoria assumed. "I know, it'll really all come down to him."

"It's not just that. If Reggie can deal with it and Tom can't, that'll be bad for its own reasons. It'll lead to worse problems than if they both didn't accept it."

" ... Yeah, I can see that."

"Furthermore, even if they do both like the idea of our relationship, that won't,... Well, I mean,... for that to mean anything to them, they'd have to at least be allowed to watch us."

They stared across the table at one another in thought for a moment about this simple truth.

"Or to join us." Janet added.

"Oh,... You paint one hell of a picture."

"You know I'm right."

"Yes.", Victoria nodded. "That's the mind of a man, alright."

"Let me ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever,... thought, or fantasized about ******** with Tom?"

"Whoa."

"Sorry. I promise there's no strings attached to that, though."

"Uh-huh." Victoria laughed. "I wouldn't say I've fantasized about it,... I've thought about it. What he'd be like, you know. Not all the time or anything, just that curiosity that,... you know."

"Yes. Do you think he's attractive?"

"Sure. Yes, he looks like he's in great shape."

"He is."

"So, what's your point?"

"Just that we may have to- or maybe even want to, um, share."

"Ohh. You mean that we could offer it up if we,..."

"Or if they want to. We uhh,..."

"Do we want to do that?" Victoria asked.

"We may not have a choice, once we decide to, ahhh,..."

"Out ourselves?"

"Well, yes. We'll be committed then and it could very well come to that. I mean, letting them watch is a slippery slope, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"And, once they joined, how long would it be before I ended up with your Reggie's cock in my mouth?"

Victoria was speechless at this. It was the last type of thing she would ever have expected to come from Janet Fulton, but her choice of how to express her thoughts brought home the reality of what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just,..."

"I know. It's okay." Victoria managed.

"I've been worrying about this a lot. Ever since we became closer."

"I know. I tend to put off worrying about things until I have to."

"Yes, I know. It's what got us through a lot of times, but,..."

"What?"

"Well, I did something that I really didn't want to do. For a lot of reasons."

"What?"

"Well, like I said, I've been really worried and so I had to ask,... Mr. Buckner,... I asked him if I could have a small supply of the potion to take with me."

" ... What?"

"Yes. At first he said no and I apologized all over myself for asking, but then I explained why. I told him about us and how we'd grown closer, how we wanted to be together and honest with our husbands about us, but weren't sure if we could be and about the risk involved,... Well, to make a long story short, he agreed to give me some."

" ... What?"

"Well, I had to make sure we had every option, Vicky. This has to work out, I don't need to convince you of what all hangs in the balance."

"I'm the choir and you're the preacher, sister, but are you really prepared to use the potion on him? He'll clue in once he sobers up, you know."

"I know, but I asked Mr. Buckner about that. It turns out that I could give him very small doses every day in his coffee and he'd be sort of open to some 'supported suggestion', as Mr. Buckner put it."

"And he wouldn't know?"

"Cumulative effect." Janet told her. "He wouldn't be anything like, say Dr. McNeer was, but he would be easier to convince of some things that he might not otherwise be."

"And when you run out of the potion?"

"Once he's where we need him to be, I'll slowly cut back so he can have time to acclimatize to a new reality, whatever that might turn out to be."

Victoria blinked at her a few times, impressed despite herself. Yet again, she never would have thought it of her, would herself have had to think long and hard about doing such a thing to Reggie, then realizing that Janet had almost certainly done just that.

"I can't believe he let you have any."

"Me neither, really. I honestly wasn't expecting him to give me any, even after I explained. He said he wouldn't have if it were anybody else. He really likes and trusts us a lot."

"He must. So, you're prepared to do this?"

"If I have to. I mean, I don't want to, but if I think it'll tip the balance to our favour,... Needless to say, I don't feel good about it, and you can probably see why I find it hard to see myself in the same way I did before this weekend."

"Yeah. I didn't realize. You surprise me, sometimes."

"I hope you're not disappointed in me."

"No. It tells me how important to you I am."

Janet smiled warmly at her and took her hand, saying, "A lot of people wouldn't see it that way and I wouldn't blame them."

"I'm not a lot of people, just Victoria, and I appreciate that you're prepared to go to those lengths."

"It would be impossible to live beside each other and not be together now, feeling the way we do. One of us would have to move and we'd always regret it, would always miss each other no matter what responsibility we felt we'd have lived up to. You know that."

"Yes. I wouldn't want that."

"And one of our husbands would end up getting fed the potion anyway, so he could be convinced to move." Victoria's blonde girlfriend joked.

"Hm. Well, that's something we'll have to think and talk about later, like you said. Right now, we should get moving, go over our stories and make sure we're solid."

"You're right. I'm all done here, anyway."
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"Me too. Babe?"

"Yes?"

"Have you thought of how much better our days will be with each other from now on?"

"Yes, I have."

"Um, do you think we have time to be together before we get back home? Just for a little while?"

Janet smiled and said, "I was really hoping we could be, sweetie. Come on, I'll throw this stuff in the garbage and you go get the car started. I know this nice, private little spot close to home,..."

"I love when you call me that."


Down a quarter mile long, grassy road, the dusty ghost of the Firebird came to a stop at the edge of a pleasant field. Victoria had fretted the entire way in about hurting Reggie's car, creeping along in first gear while Janet assured her that it would be fine.

They were at the outskirts of their home town and, more precisely, at Janet's 'spot'. It was a place that nobody else in her life knew about, the place her ****** would park when she was a girl before setting across the field with her towards the woods with their fishing equipment. They would routinely dare the steep embankment back there, their reward the dark pools of the hidden brook where trout hid on nice summer days.

"Nice.", Victoria said, smiling at her over the roof of the car.

Janet came around to the driver's side as Victoria finished kicking off her shoes before taking some lazy steps through the grass. Removing her own, she walked behind her, enjoying the natural, green carpet beneath her feet.

"I expected the 'no-tell-motel', but I guess I should have expected better." Victoria said over her shoulder.

"Only the best for you, Vicky."

Victoria turned and shot that smile, the one that wasn't quite the party girl, but more like the 'perma-teen', that *********, youthful, unground expression of the truly irresponsible. Janet found herself laughing at this familiar description of her neighbor as she looked lovingly at her, walking backwards further out into the field as she kept up.

"I'm the streetwise one, remember?"

"Your point being?"

"Well, I'm like the Alpha."

"Ha! Where's this coming from, now?"

"Wheh- heh -whereas, you're just this innocent and helpless, demure soccer mom."

"Oh, is that how you see me?"

"Yeah, sure. You know it's true."

"I'm older than you, young lady, and yes, I'm a soccer mom. A parent. An experienced authority with those younger than I and the fact that you're streetwise only proves that you have the mind of a *****, which I always knew. I'm the stable one, I'm the Alpha here, young lady."

"If you think you're going to tie me to your apron strings, you got another thing coming." Victoria laughed, before adding, "You're going to be my personal whore from next door and- whoop!"

Janet had rushed forward, grabbed her around the middle and pushed her to the grass underneath her with a playful laugh.

"Hey, you didn't tell me you were a woman beater! Help! Oh, heavens me, I'm being accosted by an evile soccer mommy! Ohhh, somebody, please heeeeelp!"

Janet was laughing too hard to hold her and, somehow, Victoria ended up on top.

"See? I'm younger and fasstt-uhh! Ohhh, Janet!"

"I'm older and hornier. Now kiss fifi like a good girl, hmm?"

"Ohhhh, Yes, Janet!"

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"Vicky!?" Janet called into the darkened Sharpe house from the open back door, waiting for an answer she never got. "Are you ready!?"

Still no answer. She walked further in, wearing a black skirt that stopped just above her knees and hugged her curves fairly nicely with a matching sweater she wore as a cape, buttoned at the collar over her white pullover, a little tighter since the days before she met Mr. Buckner.

"Vicky!"

She must have left already, but she knew they were leaving together from home. Something must have come up, ******* her to leave in a hurry, in which case, there would be a note. So she reached over and flicked the light switch just inside the kitchen, producing an almost impressing lack of results.

"Dammit.", she fumed just above a whisper, moving carefully to the counter in the dark. "Now where does that silly woman keep her flashlight? Probably doesn't even keep a- EEEEEEEEKK-!!!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Victoria's sharp voice threatened from behind as she suddenly held Janet, scared lifeless, by the throat while twisting her arm behind her back.

This was quite a confounding surprise and several explanations began to race for first place in her mind at once, ranging from the logical to the absurd. Before the checkered flag had a chance to fall, she was being ****** deeper into the house with the help of another. As her confusion began to lift, she began to struggle, no longer concerned with the most likely explanation.

"Stop struggling, or you'll get hurt, blondie!" Reggie's voice jeered in her ear.

She let them push her down the hall and into their bedroom where her hands were hastily tied with soft rope to a ring and eyebolt in the ceiling. A bright spotlight created a cylinder of light beneath the eyebolt and, once she was secured with only the balls of her feet making contact with the floor, her accosters stepped back to the darkness around the illuminated cylinder where she couldn't see them.

"Uhh, okay, this is a joke,... right?"

"Would you listen to her yap? After I told her to shut up?"

"Maybe she needs the ball gag." Reggie offered.

Victoria giggled and answered, "I think that's a great idea, hon."

"V- Vicky,... what are you,...?

Reggie chuckled as they walked around her in the darkness, their voices coming from a different direction every time. It made Janet look around this way and that, her mouth partly open, still with some confusion and a little alarm, despite how strongly her rational mind insisted that she could trust Victoria.

Then one of them was putting said ball gag to her face and strapping it on. Now she was fighting again, although uselessly. They got their way and she hung there, wide eyed with a shiny red ball jacking her mouth open. When someone gave her a turn from behind, she lost her precarious footing and spun helplessly until her feet could slow her to a stop. A harsh laugh and a slap to her ass was her only reward, sending her off her footing again.

"To answer your little question, Mrs. Priss, Miss Martha Stewart worshiping, Oprah sucking, tea-totaling, high society bitch," her girlfriend derisively explained, "we are going to do whatever the hell we want to do. Does that meet with your approval, your royal highness?"

"Yeah.", Reggie chimed in. "Beg me not to use you like a sheep. Go on, beg!"

"Hon, she's wearing a ball gag, she can't. Duh!"

"Oh, whatever!", he retorted before they started grabbing at her skirt, yanking at it and her along with it until it was torn in front, revealing her new, white panties. (boy cuts, as inspired by Star) By the time they were done with it, only the waistband and some hanging scraps remained of her skirt. After that her breasts were grabbed and roughly handled before her top was ripped open, spilling her boobs out in a sexy little white bra, almost obscene considering the size of her bust.

She came to a rest as they must have been standing back, looking at their handiwork. She whined into her ball gag, breathing heavily through her nose while saliva leaked down her chin. Her eyes darted around the surrounding darkness, wondering from which direction the next assault might come and what it would be? Would they tear her bra and panties off?

These and other wild anticipations made her endangered panties even wetter.
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Being on home rotation was definitely a vacation for Tom Fulton, no matter the extra vacation time his union assured him each year. He knew that a lot of the guys that worked the rigs liked it out there, looked forward to getting back out on the platform in the middle of salt water nowhere and away from home, but he wasn't one of them, not anymore. This is not to say that he didn't derive satisfaction from his job in the manner that every professional does, simply that he felt he was getting a little old for the inherent risks involved in such a vocation. He'd always been aware of the risks, perhaps even got off on it in his younger day, as the others did, but two kids and a good woman at home changes things, makes a man ponder what he has coming, makes a man appreciate home and the vacation it always is when he's there.

Nonetheless, Tom and Janet Fulton had always had a long standing rule that allowed him to 'decompress'. He always rode to and from the airport in a taxi and alone, putting home away, or taking it out again during the ride for reasons that Janet only half understood.

Earlier, for example, in a bright yellow cab that the rain made all the brighter, he managed to put away the long, tense time he and seven others spent in the helicopter after the fuel pressure gauge had begun to slowly drop. They were past 'point of no return' in regards to fuel and weather wasn't favourable to survival, or a quick, open sea rescue. Everyone was fervently praying that it was an inaccurate reading, perhaps a faulty gauge as its needle dipped lower and lower.

Apparently, one of these must have been the problem, since they made it with no engine trouble whatsoever, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate this particular decompression time and it was just the type of thing Janet never heard about. Her job, after all, was to be the big part of the home that he worked for, to be his loving wife, the ****** to their ******** and, more importantly, his stability in a life that held no promises. It made the greeting he'd always received when he came through the door of his home all the more valuable.

That he loved her, obviously, was not in question. It never was. He would even involve himself in some of the things she did, apart from running the house, to keep her mind off the fact that he was gone, actually attending PTA meetings and even going so far as to attend church with her.

And lately,...

He walked through the door and encountered his beautiful wife with her bright, loving smile. She wore a red, see through babydoll that was open in front, her breasts hanging so enticingly for him. He fixed her with one of his own and they kissed passionately.

"I missed you, Jan."

"I missed you too, Tom. This rotation will be the best ever."

"You say that every time."

"Is she ever wrong?"

Tom looked around and smiled at Victoria in her schoolgirl uniform, skirt obscenely short, blouse unbuttoned and tied under her breasts, the middle of a too small, white push-up bra clearly visible in the open neck.

"Oh. You must be the new baby sitter?" he asked with an appreciative smile.

"Well, yes, but I'm afraid I've forgotten your ******** at their grand******'s house."

"That's not all she's done." Janet put in with a leer as Victoria gave Tom a quick hug. "Oh, she's been busy. Making all kinds of mistakes, getting into things she shouldn't, disobeying,... I've been wondering what to do with her. Perhaps you might have some ideas."

"Looks like you're in for some hard times, girly." Tom grinned, looking at that short skirt.

"You know I like it hard."
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"I'm telling you, they're not up there."

"How do you know?"

"Because, that's not where she'd hide them, that's why."

Erica rolled her eyes at his stupidity, standing on the chair and peering into the back of the uppermost shelf in the cupboard while Sam stood gazing defiantly around the kitchen. It was as if a magical, blinking neon sign could pop up out of thin air at any moment and tell him where their ****** hid her car keys, Erica noted.

Their parents were in Las Vegas again with the Sharpe's from next door for the long weekend and they were finally, she at age eighteen, he nineteen, trusted to look after the house in their absence. Of course, this was a mistake, the all out search for the elusive spare keys to their ******'s car, this one cooperative venture, being merely the opening act in their separate personal ambitions for the weekend.

"Really? So, tell me, bright-boy: Where would Mom hide the spares?"

"Well, if I fuckin' knew that, I'd have them, wouldn't I?"

"So, since you obviously haven't a clue as to where they would be, you're really in no position to be saying where she wouldn't hide them, are you? OMG, you're so stupid."

"Yeah. You're dating Kyle Keuper. That's stupid."

"You're just too much of a creep to even know what women- hey, what's this?"

"You find them?" Sam asked hopefully.

"No, something else. A bottle."

"Booze?" he inquired, still hopeful.

"I don't think so."

"Well, keep moving, then. Don't waste time."

"I'm not the one standing around with my thumb up my ass, waiting for the keys to hop into my pocket." she replied irritatedly, looking at the dark bottle with the dropper built into the cap.

"I'm thinking." he said testily in his defense. "And just let me remind you, you're not the one with the driver's license, either."

"What is this?" Erica asked out loud, but more to herself than Sam.

"What's it say on the label, Einstein?"

"It doesn't have a label, pinhead.

Now she was standing straight, her head out of the cupboard and looking at the dark glass bottle Janet had hidden away up there about two years before, unopened, unused and un-necessary.

In that time, its contents had undergone a curious chemical change, a result of long storage that the man who'd given the bottle to their ****** couldn't have been aware of. Fermentation had increased the strength of the potion as it sat still and forgotten in the cool, dark cupboard for all those months until its eventual and quite unintended rediscovery.

Erica removed the cap and peered in. It seemed to be filled with a clear gel which gave off a very curious scent. Was it face cream? She wondered who applied face cream with a dropper and took a deep breath of the contents, the bottle under her nose.

" ... Whoa. Heh."

"What?" Sam asked, suddenly pouncing on the handle of a lower cupboard door.

"It's,...", she said, trailing off as she got down from the chair.

She stood there, bottle in one hand, dropper cover in the other, watching him pull all of their ******'s Tupperware out and to the floor, wondering what her brother was up to now. She took another deep sniff.

"Uh-hh-hh. Shivers. Mmmm. (giggle)"

"Fuck.", Sam swore at the empty cabinet. "I was thinking they might have fallen out of the back of the junk drawer and down into this cabinet."

"What's this, now?" Erica asked.

Sam looked up at her irritatedly, about to repeat himself when he stopped, mouth open on his first, unspoken word. She stood there in a pair of cut off, low rise, blue denim shorts and a yellow pullover with a collar and button up neck, holding a small bottle and its cover with a goofy smile on her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothin'. Check this out."

"What is it?"

"I told you, silly, I don't know."

"You alright?"

"Yeah!" she said, looking at him as though that was the craziest question she'd heard all year.

"Well, you seem a little,... whatever the fuck.", he said dismissively, deciding he didn't care anyway. "Let's see."

"Careful. Have you ever smelled anything like that before?"

"(Sniff)"

" ... I,... uhhh,..."

"I know. Take a nice deep sniff."

He did as directed, then jerked his head up, staring her in the eyes with a slightly startled expression on his face for a moment.

"Ohh. Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck! Heh, heh."

"Yeah, I know!" Erica replied.

Sam suddenly found himself looking at his sister differently, as if he'd just met her or something. He put the bottle on the counter and took a closer look, up and down. She was a shorter, brunette version of his ****** with round hips and more than adequate breasts, pretty like his ******, too, but also with that upper class attitude he'd learn to sneer at around the house. But she seemed somehow more vivid, now. Or something. Whatever it was, it was making his dick rapidly harden.

"What?" asked Erica, trying not to giggle again. Her nipples felt incredible and her pussy lips were already spread and moistening.

Her big brother, the slob, the jerk, stood there in his black jeans and undershirt, looking her up and down without answer. As she suddenly noticed the exciting hardon in his pants, he stepped closer and grabbed one of her breasts.

"Uhmmm,... what are you doing?", she asked with a casual smile, watching his hand as it freely groped her before he grabbed the other one as well.

"I'm feeling your tits. They're fuckin' nice."

"(giggle)"

"Oh, my fuck, Erica,... You're so hot."

He attacked her nipples through her shirt and she gasped, glassy eyes half closing for a moment as he tweaked them deliciously. In his rush to free her breasts, he popped all the buttons on her shirt, tearing it open past the bottom one far enough to allow them out in the pink bra that confined them.

"Ooooh. Ohh, Sam.", she sighed as he freed them, peeling the cups down to suck on her nipples as she began to moan louder.

Her shorts were being unfastened, one of his hands reaching into the front of them as she spread her legs and watched her brother do some very fun things with her body, thinking maybe he wasn't such a bad guy at all.

"Ohhhhh, Sammy! I like to suck cock!" she blurted.

He couldn't believe it, but that admission actually made him harder, made him promise himself that he'd help her out with that as his hand went down her panties, finger going straight up between her lips and inside. She moaned louder, calling his name as her fingers danced franticly around his belt buckle.

She soon had his jeans undone and was pushing them down, going to her knees. She rubbed his throbbing member (bigger than Kyle's) over her face, licking it now and then as it passed, licking his balls and teasing for a short time before simply putting it in her mouth and sucking. Now he was the one groaning. She looked up at him and smiled at his condition and the power she had over him at that moment, enjoying the hard, yet soft feel of his cock in her mouth.

From there, they went to the living room, where Erica suggested that they take all their clothes off and where Sam pleasingly went along. He sat on the couch, she on her spread knees beside him, both of them breathing heavily and perversely getting each other off with their hands. Sam hungrily sucked her nipple, getting closer to orgasm as he played with her clit while fingering her, making her cry out louder and louder.

His balls felt suddenly swelled, seemingly as big as the beautiful tits he was kissing all over, ready and waiting to spill. He stood up on the couch, leaving her to play with herself as he plugged his stiff rod back into her mouth.

As Erica swallowed blast after blast of her brother's hot, sticky seed to the gyrations of her own fantastic, squirting orgasm, neither one particularly cared about circumstances. Nor were circumstances a concern when he dumped his load into her pussy and ass time and time again that evening while she screamed for more and more, harder and harder, wishing Kyle were there too so she'd have two cocks, one to fuck and one to suck.

The next morning, tired and sore, Erica awoke in her bed to find Sam inside of her, fucking her gently, rather than the hammering he'd given her the night before. She moaned and writhed, half stretching, feeling acutely this now familiar invader filling her so satisfyingly well and a strong, very curious drive, an important need to smell that wonderful scent from the mysterious blue bottle again,...

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LE PHENOMENE



_ Bisou chérie, je vais faire des courses.
_ A tout à l'heure mon amour.
Je me rends dans une grande surface qui existe dans toutes les grandes villes. On y trouve des magasins de déco, de jeux vidéo, de vêtements, des fastfoods et plein d'autres magasins que vous pouvez connaitre.
Je me gare sur le parking qui est déjà bien rempli. Je rentre dans la galerie marchande qui vient d'être refaite. Je vois la vielle dame assise sur *** banc à regardé les enfants qui font un tour de manège. Les mamans qui discutent entre elles, les groupes de jeunes qui font le tour des magasins. Les familles qui se pressent avec leur caddie. En fait je vois toute la vie d'un centre commercial banal. Je me rends directement dans la partie alimentation de cette grande enseigne. Je prends un panier disponible à l'entrée et je vais me servir du jambon, de légumes, de chocolat bref je fais mes courses.
Tout en circulant entre les allées, je n'hésite pas à jeté des coups d'œil dans les décolletés plongeant, à me retourné sur un beau petit cul. En somme je réunis l'utile et l'agréable. Je passe comme tout le monde devant les cd, les dvd et la je vois devant le rayon des bd une fille magnifique. Elle est habillé d'un jean taille basse très moulant avec un petit top qui laisse deviné une paire de sein énorme. Je m'approche d'elle tout en faisant semblant d'être intéressé par le rayon. Et je lui dis.
_Salut je vous conseille cette bd si vous aimez les histoires d'aventure.
_Non merci, je sais ce que je cherche.
_Je peut vous aidez peut être ?
_NON Merci.
_Je peut vous offrir un café peut être ?
_NON Merci.
_Ou une limonade peut être ?
_Non mais t'est con ou quoi ? Tu t'est vu ? Tes moche, tu pue de la gueule et tes lourds. Dégage tocards !
Je la voie partir roulant du cul à mon grand désespoir. Et voila encore un râteau. Je me remets de mes émotions et je me dirige vers les caisses.
Tout en marchant je sens un courant d'air très froid, pourtant je me situe au niveau du textile. Je me dis qu'il doit y avoir un problème avec la clim. Mais quelque chose est bizarre, toutes les femmes se ***t arrêter de marcher ou de bouger. Les hommes leur demandent si tout va bien. Intrigué je continue tout de même vers les caisses, et la situation n'a toujours pas évolué. Je tourne dans le rayon des vêtements tout en regardant autour de moi. Enfin je vois une femme qui se met à bouger, ça a bien duré 40 secondes ce qui peut être inquiétant. Soulagé que la vie reprenne *** cours normal, je continue ma route et dépasse la femme en question qui retire sa veste certainement pour un essayage. Arriver au bout de l'allée, je me retourne pour voir cette femme d'une quarantaine d'année ni jolie, ni moche. Elle retire *** soutien gorge sous mes yeux ébahie. Elle se malaxe les seins en jetant se tête en arrière. Interloqué je m'approche de la première caisse. Je dépose mes achats sur le tapis et lève les yeux sur la caissière. Je reste bouche bée, elle me regarde avec amour en se caressant l'entre jambe à travers de *** jean et se pelote un sein. Je lui dis :
_Tout va bien madame ?
_Oh oui tout va bien, j'adore ton gros cul.
Devenant tout rouge je me retourne pour vérifier que per***ne n'est là pour voir la scène. Per***ne derrière moi, mais un peu plus loin dans le rayon des légumes, je vois une femme qui à baisser *** pantalon et *** string pour s'enfoncer une banane dans la chatte.
Un vigile intervient pour arrêter la femme de quarante ans. Celle-ci se met à se frotter au vigile en plaquant ses seins sur *** torse. Dans la galerie marchande toutes les femmes se touchent ou se déshabillent. Des jeunes en profitent pour peloté les nanas. Il y en à même un qui a baissé *** froc, et présente sa bite à une maman prés du manège. Elle se jette dessus comme une affamée. Elle lui suce la bite en retirant ses seins de *** décolleté. La mamie assise sur *** banc a les jambes écartées avec sa canne bien enfoncée dans sa vielle chatte. Les vigiles se mettent à courir partout pour arrêter tout ça. Un homme est couché sur un tapis de caisse, la caissière est à cheval sur lui en train de se ramoner la chatte. Une autre femme à placer sa chatte sur sa bouche, limite à l'étouffer. Je prends peur et quitte la caisse sans mes achats pour sortir du magasin. Un peu plus loin je revois la nana du rayon bd, les seins à l'air entrain de sucer un gros poivrot au bar. Un autre la sodomise. Le monde est devenu fou.
Je sors du centre commercial, pareil les femmes se font prendre sur les capots de voitures. Dans les voitures, voir même dans les abris de caddies. Je rentre dans mon véhicule, et sors du parking comme je peux sans renversés de couples en pleine action. Dans les rues les mêmes scènes, les femmes ***t déchainées. Prés d'un lycée une trentaine de filles ***t aligné face au mur. Derrière chacune d'elle se trouve un mec qui les ramone sans vergogne. D'autre sucent des bites un peu plus loin. Arrivé à un feu rouge, je stop une femme se jette sur ma voiture en plaquant ses nibards sur ma vitre. Pris de frayeur je démarre et essaye de rentrer chez moi. Sur les trottoirs, des nanas ***t à quatre pattes se léchant le cul, des mecs en profitent pour y enfoncer leur bite. Deux nanas ***t en train de sucer un chien.
Arriver chez moi, j'arrive à la porte d'entrée qui est ouverte. J'appelle ma femme, inquiet. J'entends des bruits à l'étage. Je monte et découvre ma femme à poil avec les trois clodos du coin. Elle suce le plus gros et les deux autres la prennent en sandwich.
_Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?
_J'adore le cul.
Le plus gros me dit :
_Elle est trop bonne cette salope. C'est la troisième fois qu'on la baise. Tu veux en profité de cette pute ?
_Mais vous êtes malade, c'est ma femme que vous baisez.
_Désolé mec ont fini et ont se cassent.
Désemparé j'attends qu'ils se vident dans sa chatte et *** cul. Après 10 minutes de baise torride les mecs se tirent.
Ma femme est là recouverte de foutre, toujours excitée. Elle se met un vibromasseur dans la chatte. Dégoutté je pars voir un copain pas loin pour comprendre se phénomène

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Ce garagiste, Mon Maitre


A vouloir jouer les salopes un jour on en devient une. Mais pour que cela reste un plaisir, sans risque, il faut être guidé par un homme digne de confiance, un maitre, mon maitre.
Notre rencontre est le fruit du hasard. J'ai dû déposer mon véhicule au garage, un jour où, chaude comme de la braise, je n'avais ni culotte ni soutien gorges. Ma jupe, et mon décolleté n'était pas très profond, mais, j'avais pris par habitude de marqué mon sein droit d'un S, comme Soumise. Au moment de signé mon chèque, je me baissai, et le patron aperçue le S.
Il me ne dit rien. Juste qu'une panne informatique empêchais l'impression de la facture, je pouvais revenir la cherché le soir même à 19h.

Le soir, donc, je me présentais au garage qui était fermé, je frappais à la porte, et le patron m'ouvrir.
Il était bien plus grand que moi, je dirai 10 à 15 ans de plus également. Le petit ventre de per***nes manuelles, ainsi que des mains imposantes, et noir de graisse incrusté dans les pores de la peau.

'Entré, Mademoiselle, je referme dernière vous, pour évités les vols. Suivez-moi dans le bureau'
J'entrai. Il prit la facture, mais la garda vers lui.
'Voila votre facture. Tout à l'heure, je n'ai pas pu éviter de voir le S, gravé sur votre sein. Je rougis fortement. Je sais donc que vous êtes une soumise, voila pourquoi je vous ai fais revenir ce soir. Avez-vous actuellement un maitre ?'
Les yeux baissés, les joues rouge d'être prise sur le fais, je répondis 'Non, Monsieur'.
Il posa la facture, se dirigeant vers moi. J'avais la tête baissé, comme une enfant qui aurai fais une bêtise, attendant sa punition. Il mit ses mains sur mes hanches, approchât sa bouche de mon oreille, et murmura : 'En général, les salopes de ton genre n'ont pas de sous-vêtement il monta ses mains vers mes seins, et redescendu vers mon cul, puis ma chatte et elles ont la chatte lisse. Tu dois être une bonne salope toi alors' Il déposa un baisé sur ma joue et s'éloigna.
'Je n'ai pas de soumise en ce moment, je pourrai prendre en charge ton éducation... As-tu déjà eu un maitre ?'
'Non', répondis-je
'Alors, la politesse veux que tu répondes par oui, ou non, mais toujours accompagné de Monsieur, pour le moment. Chaque oublie comme celui-ci, sera sanctionné. Retire tes chaussures. Mais tu désire être possédé par un maitre, devenir l'objet sexuel, pour le plaisir de ton maitre ?'
'Oui, Monsieur', la tête baissé, je répondais, surement rouge de honte...
'As-tu déjà sucé une queue ?
'Non Monsieur,
'As-tu déjà été sodomisé ?
'Oui, et non...répondis-je hésitante
'Encore un oublie, retire ton haut, montre moi tes seins. Pourquoi oui et non ?
'J'ai utilisé des godes, Monsieur
'D'accord, donc vierge d'une vrai queue...et ta chatte à déjà été utilisé ?
'Oui Monsieur,
' Par combien de per***ne ?
'3, Monsieur,
'En même temps ?
'Eu non, surprise de la question.
'Retire ta jupe. Te voila maintenant nue.il fit le tour de moi, je sentais ses yeux me détaillé entièrement. Comme je vois que tu aime marquer ton corps de tes envies, je laisserai aussi des marques sur toi, signe de ton appartenance. Mets-toi à genoux, bras dans le dos, et tête baissé.'
Il parti cherché quelque chose à *** bureau. Il revient en ce plaçant devant moi. Il ouvrit sa braguette, et sorti sa queue. Il l'a fit parcourir sur mon visage. Puis il prit mon menton dans sa main, et dirigea ma bouche vers sa queue.
'Lèche l'objet de ton désir, suce moi. Je suppose donc que tu n'as jamais avalé de sperme ? J'aime les femelles qui avale. Il continua de parlé, alors que sa queue continuais à grossir dans ma bouche vierge. Je t'ai sorti un dossier complet à me remplir. Je veux tout savoir sur ce que tu as déjà ou pas pratiqué, les objets de plaisir que tu as chez toi, la date de tes règles, je viendrai chez toi, pour voir tes vêtements et sous-vêtements. Il me prit la tête dans ses mains, pour donné un rythme plus soutenu. Tu deviendras ma femelle soumise à mes désires. Et je serai le gérant et garant de ta jouissance. Il commençait à râlé de plaisir, mon sexe me chauffe beaucoup aussi. Ta bouche, ta chatte et surtout ton cul seront à moi !!
Le rythme était très fort, intense 'Je jouis dans ta bouche, avale ma semence mais garde en un petit peu, pour la déguster'. Mais il y en avait de trop, et une partie tomba sur mes seins, ça coulait le long de mes joues. 'Pour une première pipe, tu te défends pas mal. A chaque fois, tu devras me remercié de t'avoir utilisé, et tu devras aussi nettoyer ma bite avec ta langue, oui, comme ça, très bien, je vois que tu aime ça, petite salope. Il étala le sperme sur mon corps. Ainsi, tu garderas l'odeur de ton futur Maitre sur toi.'
'Habille toi, prend le dossier, remplit-le, et si tu es d'accord rendez-vous ici demain même heure.
'Merci, Monsieur, au revoir', Il me raccompagna jusqu'à la porte de l'atelier.

Arrivé chez moi, l'envie toujours aussi forte, je remplie le questionnaire, mais sans me faire jouir. Je voulais jouir de récompense. La récompense que mon futur maitre m'accorderait. Je savais maintenant que je l'avais trouvé.
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e lendemain à 19h, je frappais à la porte du garage. Monsieur m'ouvrit. Il me fit une bise avec un large sourire 'Si tu es revenue, c'est que tu es une salope. Il ferma la porte derrière moi. Attend moi ici.' Il revient 10 min plus tard. 'A genou ma soumise. Je te remets ce collier comme signe de ton appartenance. Tu n'as plus aucun droit de plaisir, sans mon accord. Tu l'as choisi, tu es ma chienne, mon objet, ma poupée. Il me place un étrier de bouche, afin de me garder celle-ci bien ouverte. Suis-moi.' Ainsi, lèvre grande ouvert, je le suis à travers tout l'atelier. Soudain, il me penche en avant, sur une sorte de planche, sous mon ventre, il écarte mes jambes mes mains ***t attachés vers les sols.

Il relève ma jupe, et d'un coup sec, il pénètre ma chatte, déjà très humide. 'Humide comme tu es, tu attendais ça avec impatience, ma salope. 'Je ne pouvais pas parler, la bouche ainsi ouverte. Mais, il commença avec un rythme fou, j'étais ballottée dans tous les sens, pendant qu'il prenait du bon temps. Il stoppa net. Me retira l'étrier, et mis sa queue pour éjaculé. Le goût mélangé du sperme et de ma cyprine était spéciale.

Il me remit droite, et retira mon haut, et mis des pinces sur mes seins. 'A genou' m'ordonna-t-il du doigt. Il parti un long moment. Les pinces me brûlaient les seins. Il me les retira, sans prendre la peine de les ouvrir, je criai de surprise et douleur. 'Dommage pour toi, je n'aime pas les cris, 10 coups de cravache sur chaque fesse, tu compte.'

Il me mit sur le capot d'une voiture. Mes fesses à dispositions. Des coups cinglant les un après les autres. Le cul bien rougis, il posa ses mains dessus, et murmura à l'oreille 'Merci?'

Dans une voix sanglotant de douleur et de plaisir je répondis 'Merci mon Maître de cette correction mérité'

'Tes premières marques de possession. Ça mérite une photo. Très bien, nous sommes jeudi, je sais que tu ne travailles pas le samedi toi. Demain soir, je viens chez toi, je ferai venir une pizza. Je te veux nue à mon arrivé. Samedi matin, nous partirons ensemble, je travaille moi, mais, j'ai une salle spécialement pour toi, pour t'occuper toute la journée. Nous irons au restaurant demain soir. Ma salope, rentre chez toi.'


J'appréhendais beaucoup la venue de mon maitre. Je n'allais plus avoir aucun secret pour lui. Mais, ce que j'attendais le plus, c'était l'autorisation de jouir. J'attends cela depuis 3 jours déjà...

19H30, on frappe à ma porte, j'ouvre, juste habillée de mon collier, mais, cachée derrière ma porte, il s'agit bien de mon Maître. 'Bonjour ma soumise' Il m'embrassa langoureusement, la porte toujours ouverte... et il entra. Je fermais la porte. 'A 4 pattes, ' J'obéis. Il plaçât alors une laisse dans mon collier, et m'accrocha à la table 'Pas bouger', me dit-il avec une tape sur la tête. En premier lieu, il ouvrit grand les rideaux et fenêtre. Ainsi, les voisins en face pouvaient tout voir. Ensuite il visita, et alla à la chambre. Il revint 30 min plus tard, j'avais mal aux genoux et aux bras, et pris la laisse tira dessus, et ordonna, 'au pied', je compris que je devais le suivre à 4 pattes comme un bon toutou. Il fit le tour de la pièce deux fois, avant d'allée dans la chambre.

'Debout, ma chienne. Voila deux tas de vêtements. Les autorisés, et les interdits. Je t'ai laissé 3 culottes, pour les jours de règle uniquement. Pour les soutiens gorges, tu garde le rouge, sans bonnets, le reste je prends. Maillot de bain, seul les blancs ***t autorisés. Pantalon interdit, sauf si fermeture éclaire entre les jambes. Jupes au dessus du genou minimum. Les hauts transparents, fort décolleté, moulant, ou ouvrant, le reste j'ai pris. Chaussure de talons 5 cms mini. Maquillage, parfum. Apporte moi une bière, et fais chauffer la pizza. Le foot va commencer, tu vas me sucer durant le match'.


Toujours à 4 pattes, j'arrive au salon, il est sur le canapé, nu, la queue presque molle, je commence à lécher. Je vais chercher la pizza, et je reprends *** sexe dans la bouche. 90 min de lèche c'est très long, j'en peux plus, j'ai très mal à la bouche.

Soudain, il me dit: 'met toi un doigt dans le cul, et de l'autre main, un doigt dans la chatte'. J'obéis.

Et là, il me prend les seins avec *****, les tire, les tourne, les mord. Puis il me tend un gode. 'Je sais que tu veux jouir, alors vas-y montre moi.' Oui j'ai envie de jouir, mais avec une bite, pas seule avec un gode. Mais j'en pouvais plus trop envie, je me mis le gode dans la chatte, et jouais avec mon clito, pour me faire jouir. Il me regarde me donner du plaisir, je prends mon pied, chez moi, à la vue des voisins mais j'avais trop envie, je pousse un long soupir de plaisir acquis.

'Et bien ma chienne, tu avais très envie de sexe...hummm...toute cette mouille va m'être utile.. A 4 pattes.'

Et voila le moment...*** sexe parcours mes fesses, ma chatte..et monte sur mon cul..Il tente de me pénétrer, mais sa queue est bien trop grosse, alors il lubrifie encore. J'ouvre mon anus au maximum pour accueillir la queue de mon Maître. Pour être prise pour la première fois par le cul. Il rentre doucement. Il fait des mouvements de va et vient, entrant un peu plus à chaque fois. Puis il ce retire entièrement.

'Tu es étroite du cul, mais bien accueillante. Je te veux à moi, je vais te mettre un peu de lubrifiant, pour que tu aimes encore plus ma queue.'

'Merci, Maître.

Une fois mon cul enduit de lubrifiant, il recommence sa progression anal. Et il rentre, rentre.. Mes chairs s'écartent, pour l'accueillir, elles ***t sur le point de ce déchirées, quand il stop.

'Je suis au bout. Je t'encule à fond. Je vais te limer, et me vider en toi.'

Effectivement, durant de très longue minute, il entame un va et vient, fort et doux, ******, mais intense de plaisir. Quand il ressort, c'est toujours pour mieux me pénétrer, plus à fond, j'aime ça.

Il finit par jouir dans mon cul, et moi je jouis de l'avoir dans mon cul. Je sers pour le garder encore en moi. 'Alors ma salope tu en veux encore? Tu aimes être enculée ? Dis le moi.

'Oui, Maître, j'aime que vous m'enculiez à fond, je suis votre chienne.'

'Tu es un bonne salope, en récompense, je te laisse dormir avec moi dans le lit'.

Nous nous installâmes nus, rapidement emporté par Morphée.

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e lendemain matin, il me demanda une pipe et un café, et nous partions au garage.

Seule une robe longue, mais très ouverte, me couvrait.

Le garage était encore vide à cette heure ci.

'Voilà, ma petite chienne, tu vas passé la journée ici. Je viendrais te voir régulièrement. Tu as une total interdiction de jouir.'

'Oui, Maitre'

Il me mit entièrement nue. Vêtements et chaussures enfermés à clé. Il m'installa sur une chaise, jambe bien écarté, et attaché. Mains dans le dos attachées.

'Je te laisse pensée à ta condition.'

Il sortît.

Dans cette position, bien sur que je pensais à ma condition de soumise. Soudain, quelque chose me chatouilla la chatte. Il s'agit d'un gode, qui pénètre ma chatte. Ce gode me lime doucement, mais profondément, encore et encore, mais je n'ai pas le droit de jouir, alors je prends juste du plaisir, même si cela dure très longtemps. Le gode ce retire, et ce dirige vers mon cul. Il me pénètre, tout fin au début, et de plus en plus gros, mais la progression est lente, et ça me lime, doucement, pour ne pas me faire monter le plaisir.

'Bien ma chienne, déjà quatre heures d'écoulé. Tu dois être toute endolorie. Je vais te détacher, mais les deux prochaines heures vont être plus difficiles.'

Il me détacha, et m'installa d'une façon très inconfortable. Au sol, sur le dos, avec boule dans la bouche, bras de chaque coté attaché, mon bassin était relevé, pour facilité l'accès à ma chatte et mon cul, les jambes très écartées. Il m'installa des aspires tétons, et un aspire chatte + clito. Dans mon cul, un plug de bonne taille.

'A tout à l'heure'

Une fois de plus, il sortit. Cette fois j'avais un réveil à coté de moi, et je me rendis vite compte que toutes les 10 mins, les aspirations fortes ce mettaient en route, et que le plug grossissait. J'avais 10 min de repos avant chaque reprise, toujours plus forte. Ou est-ce mon imagination?

'Alors tu te dilates ma chienne, je t'apporte un sandwich. Tu es libre durant 20 min, je reviens ensuite.'

Il me libéra, et me laissa seul pour déjeuner.

'Va sous mon bureau, tu vas me vidangé un peu' Je m'installai donc, les seins énormes, et une chatte sur dimensionné. Et je lèche mon maître. Même lorsque des per***nes entre dans *** bureau, je reste en place. Puis dans un râle il lâche le liquide, j'avale tout, et je garde sa queue pour la nettoyer, avant de le remercier.

Il me remet dans la pièce.

'J'aime ton cul, mais il est trop étroit, avec ce plug de bonne taille, tu devrais être parfaite pour moi. Il me mit un plug énorme dans le cul. Tu vas me faire 500 lignes, je suis la salope de Maître X, mon cul lui appartient.'.

Il me laissa, assise sur une chaise à faire mes lignes, comme une collégienne. Le plug me parait énorme, et encore plus enfoncé du fait d'être dessus. Puis, je prends une douche et m'habille pour allé dîner. La tenue est très évocatrice... je ressemble à une pute, talon haut, jupe qui laisse découvrir mes bas, haut très décolleté.. mon collier de chienne comme seul bijou, maquillage renforcé, et bien sur aucun sous vêtement.

« Je vois que ma putain est prête. Presque 3h que tu as le plug planté dans ton cul. Baisse toi, je vais te mettre un roseblug à la place, c'est plus jolie.. Ta chatte et tes seins on bien dégonflé, dommage, on a plus le temps, suis moi, ma chienne.


Je le suivis à sa voiture. Une fois garé, il me demanda mon collier de chienne, afin d'être plus discret. Nous marchions un moment, à l'orée du bois de Boulogne. Je sentais le regard des passants sur moi, il semblait dire: 'regardez moi ça, elle part travailler la putain'.

Le restaurant, nous nous installons en terrasse. Tout ce passa normalement, jambes écartées, chatte à la vue de tout le monde. 'Ma soumise, nous allons ensuite, dans une boite spécialisé dans le BDSM. Je souhaite te rassurer. Tu m'appartiens, moi seul décide. Tu es en phase d'apprentissage. Tes trous me ***t réservés' J'avais le cœur battant... envie de connaître, et peur aussi.... Mon maître régla, et nous partimes à deux rues de là.

Une petite boite, en sous sol, la musique forte, et l'odeur de sexe... il me remit mon collier. Comme une bonne chienne. J'ai confiance en mon Maître, je sais qu'il ne me donnera pas à d'autre ce soir.

Dans un p'tit coin, de la boite, il m'offrit un verre. Je regardais autour de moi, les femmes en cage, ou attachées sur une balançoire, ou encore sur la croix de saint André, fouettées en punition, et malgré tout, elles semblaient toutes prendre du plaisir.. Mon Maître me sortit de ma rêverie 'A genoux devant moi. Ouvre mon pantalon et suce' Bien sur, j'obéis. Je voyais un petit attroupement autour de nous. Je prenais soin de sucer correctement mon Maître, avec des coups de langue sur les bourses, et remonter sur la verge pour l'avaler de nouveau. 'Tu es bien chaude ma chienne ce soir. Viens, nous allons dans une pièce plus tranquille. Je suivis mon maître. Nous entrons dans une petite pièce entièrement faite de miroir. Il plaça ma tête et mes mains dans un carcan et referma celui-ci. Dans le miroir face à moi, je pouvais voir mon Maître débuté la pénétration de ma chatte. Quel étrange sensation, se voire ainsi, défoncé.... Il resta planté profondément en moi, et plaça des pinces sur mes seins. Il reprit violemment *** va et vient. Puis il sortit, présenta sa grosse queue à mon cul. Il avait pris soin de mettre des poids à mes seins, quelle douleur, mais quel bonheur d'être ainsi possédé. Il commença *** va et vient. Mes seins se balançaient, j'avais tellement mal, me voir ainsi soumise, mon Maître dans mon cul!! il sortit brusquement pour jouir sur mes fesses.

Il vient devant moi. ' J'ai pas encore fini avec toi' Il me place un mords à cheval dans la bouche, qu'il attache au carcan. Ainsi, je suis obligé de relevé la tête. Puis il me montre une ceinture gode.

'Tu m'as vidé la queue, et ton cul lui en veut encore. Je vais te prendre avec ce gode, qui est bien plus gros que la bite.' Surprise de cette idée, et me pénètre en premier la chatte. Effectivement, ce gode est beaucoup plus gros que la queue de mon Maître, qui est déjà bien membré. Il me défonce un peu, puis il se présente à mon cul, qui a du mal à s'ouvrir. 'Ma salope, j'ai un cadeau pour toi' Quel surprise !! Les miroirs étaient sans teint !! Depuis le début, toute la salle peut me voir ainsi prise. Quel est le plus difficile? : avoir *** reflet alors qu'on est fortement baisée, voir enculée, ou ce donner en spectacle devant 150 per***nes. Pas trop de temps de réfléchir, mon Maître entre dans mon cul, pour le labourer de ce gros gode. Il se retire et maintenant me pénètre avec deux gode un dans la chatte et l'autre dans le cul. 'Jouis ma salope, hurle ta jouissance d'être prise par deux gros godes' Je ne peux retenir des cris de plaisir, je jouis d'être une salope, une chienne avec deux gros godes dans les trous, les seins tendues par les poids, la bouche coulante de bave, et des regards qui ***t sur moi. Je jouis du spectacle que j'offre !!

Mon Maître reste planté en moi, me retire les pinces et joue avec mes seins meurtris. 4 hommes entrent dans la pièce, et viennent jouir sur mon visage. Je suis recouverte de sperme. Il me détache entièrement, 'Reste à genoux. Regarde toi dans les miroirs, et dit moi ce que tu es.'

Je découvre mon visage plein de foutre, mon corps nu. Quelle ***********, mais quel plaisir.

'Je suis la soumise de Maître x. Tous mes trous ***t à sa disposition.'

Il m'essuya grossièrement le visage. 'Je te dépose chez toi, dors bien. Je passe te chercher vers 15h.
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A 15h, je l'attendais, entièrement nue, dans mon appartement, bien-sûr, les fenêtres étaient ouvertes, afin que les voisins ne manquent pas le spectacle.

Il ***na.

"Je vais avoir besoin d'une clé de chez toi. As-tu un double ?"

"Oui, Maître !", et je le lui tendis.

"Reste à genoux et montre-moi ton cul, je vais chercher ta tenue, nous partons faire une ballade dans les bois."

Il vient avec des talons hauts de 7 cm, une mini jupe et un chemisier blanc, transparent.

Nous voilà dans sa voiture, il roula environ 1h. Une fois sortis du véhicule, nous marchâmes sur un chemin, nous enfonçant dans la forêt. Il releva ma jupe, ainsi j'avais les fesses à l'air, puis, toujours en marchant, il ouvrit ma chemise. J'avais peur que quelqu'un me voie.

"Chère soumise, tu aimes marquer ton corps et bien, il va être marqué. Tu as pris tant de plaisir, hier, à être, ainsi, exhibée. À genoux, l'endroit est parfait. Je vais te marquer."

À genoux, à moitié nue, dans les bois. J'entendais mon Maître faire quelque chose..., mais quoi ???

Après plusieurs minutes, il me plaça debout, retira mon loup. Il me mit un mord dans la bouche. Il plaça des menottes au poignet, qu'il accrocha à des arbres, pareil aux chevilles.

J'étais nue, bras et jambes écartelés, à la merci de mon Maître.

"Ma chère soumise, tu es à moi. Ton corps va être marqué. Ni tes larmes et tes cris ne pourront me faire stopper."

Il avait une branche très souple dans la main et le premier coup arriva sur mes fesses. La douleur fut immense, que déjà, un second, puis un troisième, 10 coups sur chaque fesse, je pensais être en sang. Il fit le tour, il fit de même sur mes seins et ma chatte.

"Te voilà bien rouge pour un petit début. Je vais te marquer sur tout le corps."

Il reprit sur mon ventre, mes jambes, avant de recommencer sur mes fesses et mes seins. Je criais de douleur, je pleurais... Il vint vers moi, d'un large sourire, il me prit le clito avec *** pouce et les autres doigts prirent possession de ma chatte.

"Des larmes et pourtant tu mouilles, ma jeune salope."

J'étais au bord de la jouissance quand il reprit les coups... Le temps était stoppé. À chaque fois, il m'emportait au bord de la jouissance et à chaque fois, il reprenait les coups, jusqu'au moment où il me donna, enfin, ma jouissance.

"Très bien petite chienne, tu es très douée. Ton corps est magnifiquement marqué pour une partie de la semaine."

Il me rhabilla et m'accompagna dans mon appartement.

"Mets-toi nue sur le lit, je vais te passer une pommade, pour atténuer la douleur."

Il mit beaucoup de soin à appliquer la pommade, sur mon corps meurtri. Il me massait avec tellement de douceur et de gentillesse. J'étais fière des marques qu'il avait laissées sur mon corps, fière de lui appartenir.

"Suce-moi une dernière fois et viens, demain, à 19h, au garage !"

"Oui, Maître !"

$$$$$$$$$$$

J'ai très mal dormi cette nuit, la douleur des coups me rappelant ma condition de soumise.

Lundi, de suite après le travail, je pars rejoindre mon Maître dans *** atelier, il me salue en m'embrassant goulûment et il m'ordonne de me mettre à poil.

Il me conduit au fond de l'atelier, m'allonge sur un matelas posé sur le sol. Il m'écarte les bras et les attache. Il me place un mord dans la bouche, puis à l'aide de deux chèvres, il m'attache les chevilles et lève mes jambes, puis les écarte au maximum.

"J'ai une vue imprenable sur ta chatte luisante et sur ton cul."

Il me place une dizaine de pinces sur les seins. Il approche avec un objet rouge, je ne tarde pas à savoir ce que c'est... ! Une première décharge électrique sur mon sein gauche, puis immédiatement sur mon sein droit. Quelle douleur, je me secoue pour pas que mon Maître recommence, mais, bien-sûr, si je suis attachée, c'est justement pour ne pas échapper à cette 'arme'. Il recommence à plusieurs reprises, s'amuse beaucoup à me voir me tordre de douleur.

"Alors, ma chienne, c'est douloureux ? Tu finiras bien par apprécier."

Il pose l'objet et il met une paire de gant et commence la pénétration vaginale. J'ai bien compris qu'il veut me mettre la main entière dans la chatte. Il entre 3, puis 4 doigts. Dès que ça 'coince', il me donne de nouvelles décharges électriques. Petit à petit, entre douleur de pénétration et douleur électrique, la main de mon Maître entre entièrement dans mon vagin.

"Voila une belle salope."
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Je suis remplie à fond, quelle sensation !! La main de mon Maître tourne à l'intérieur de moi, je sens le plaisir monter et là, je reçois de nouveau des décharges !

"Je t'interdis de prendre ton plaisir !!"

Le ton autoritaire me faire presque peur, mais je dois obéir à mon Maître. Je tente de contenir mon plaisir. Puis il retire sa main, me laissant vide. Il me retire également le mord et les pinces, puis me détache entièrement.

"J'ai un coup de téléphone à passer, viens me sucer."

Nous partons donc dans *** bureau. Il avait pris soin de me mettre une laisse, pour que je suive à 4 pattes, comme une bonne petite chienne que je suis.

Je prends donc la queue de mon Maître dans la bouche, toujours avec plaisir. À la fin de sa conversation, il me prend la tête entre ses puissantes mains, pour m'infliger *** rythme, jusqu'à éjaculation. J'avale tout et je nettoie correctement sa bite avec ma langue.

"On y retourne !"

Je le suis comme je suis venue, à 4 pattes. Cette fois, il m'attache la tête et les mains au sol, m'obligeant à garder le cul en l'air. Il me remet en place le mord ainsi que les pinces. Mes fesses subissent les décharges électriques. Et il tente de rentrer sa main dans mon cul. La douleur est bien plus forte que dans ma chatte. Il lubrifie, pourtant, beaucoup, mais la main ne passe pas.

"Je m'en doutais, ton cul n'ai pas encore assez souple. Je vais te mettre un plug ce soir et je t'en donne un à mettre demain matin. Ainsi demain, je rentrerai."

Il me plaça donc, un gros plug dans le cul et me détacha. Le second plug me paraissait énorme.

"Mets de l'huile, s'il a du mal à rentrer. Rentre chez toi, rdv demain, ici même heure."

Et il me laissa ainsi, seule. Je me rhabillai et partis avec mon plug dans le cul et l'autre dans mon sac.

Je m'endormis très tard, la douleur du plug dans mon fondement, se fit de moins en moins forte. Au petit matin, je mis en place le second. Il n'était, d'apparence,

pas beaucoup plus gros que celui que j'avais, mais une fois bien au fond de moi, je savais qu'une nouvelle journée de douleur anale m'attendait.

Comme la nuit passée, la douleur se fit oublier. À 19h, j'entre dans le garage de mon Maitre. Du fond du garage, il me cria :

"A poil, et en place, comme hier !". Chienne obéissante, je le fis.

"Très bien, tu as le plug dans ton cul. Aujourd'hui encore, je ne veux pas que tu prenne de plaisir !"

"Oui, Maître !"

Il me plaçât, de nouveau, le mord et les pinces et m'attacha, toujours le cul bien en l'air.

Il recommença la pénétration de sa main, douloureuse, très douloureuse, mais elle finit par entrer dans mon cul, dans un grand éclat de rire de mon Maître. "Quel salope tu es. La main entière de ton Maitre dans le cul. Je vais te remplir à fond, tu va reprendre mon autre main dans ta chatte !"

Il joignit le geste à ses paroles. La seconde main força l'entrée de ma chatte, je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir prendre les deux mains, mais avec fermeté, délicatesse et *****, il me pénétra la chatte. Le mord, dans ma bouche, m'empêchait de crier ma douleur. Une main dans la chatte, l'autre dans mon cul, quel bonheur d'être possédée ainsi, quel plaisir d'être une salope, d'être une chienne.

"Ma salope, maintenant je sais, qu'avec toi, je peux faire beaucoup de choses. Mes mains dans tes entrailles, prouvent ton appartenance. Nous allons pouvoir passer à l'étape suivante !"

J'étais dans un état second, entre la douleur toujours présente, ses mains qui bougent en moi. Il se retira, me laissant à genoux, hébétée, vide. Il me retira les pinces et le mord, me détacha et me fit tomber sur le coté. J'étais vide de partout, mon corps ne voulant plus répondre. Mon Maître m'allongea sur le dos, et il se plaça au dessus de moi, je pris sa queue en bouche et il me baisa la bouche, comme il l'aurait fait de mon cul. À plusieurs reprises, il me coupa la respiration, avant de me lâcher sa semence.

"Tu vas rentrer chez toi, connecte toi, demain à 18h !"

Je repartie, cul et chatte encore ouverts du traitement de mon Maître.


Mercredi, 18h, je suis nue devant mon PC.

"Ma soumise, je ne peux pas te voir ce soir, tu vas donc faire un exercice par cam. Tu va te mettre à genoux, jambes écartées, main sur les cuisses, paumes vers le haut,et tête baissée. Prends soin, avant, de mettre une pince à linge en bois sur ton clito, tes seins et ta langue. Tu restes en position, je te dirai quand tu pourras arrêter !"

J'exécutai l'ordre de mon maitre. Les minutes passent, puis l'heure, je suis complètement endolorie, quand la voix de mon Maître se fait entendre dans le PC.

"Très bien petite chienne. Retire les pinces, retourne-toi, face contre terre et écarte bien les fesses avec tes mains, je reviens !"

Et encore de longues minutes d'immobilisation devant l'écran. 30 min plus tard : "Bien ma chienne, je dois te laisser pour ce soir, demain ic,i même heure !"


Jeudi 18h. "Bonjour soumise. J'ai peu de temps, tu vas me répéter 4 fois, cette phrase : Je suis Sophie, soumise de Maître D. Je lui ai laissé mon corps par contrat signé. Il a pris entièrement possession de mes trous ce mardi, en entrant ses mains dans ma chatte et mon cul, en même temps. Je n'ai pas d'autre limite que celle que mon Maître souhaite. Je suis sa soumise, sa propriété, *** plaisir, *** jouet. Très bien, ma soumise, je passe te chercher, demain à 17h, à ton travail, habit obligatoire : talon, mini jupe ample, chemisier décolleté et toujours sans sous-vêtements. À demain, ma chienne !"
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endredi. Je me sens bien nu sous mes vêtements. A 17h, je quitte le bureau, et en bas de l'immeuble mon Maître m'attend déjà. Il me roule un patin en guise de bonjours. 'Bonjour ma salope, nous allons prendre le métro.' Et nous voila partie dans les souterrains de Paris. A cette heure si, il y a beaucoup de monde dans les rames. Je dois rester debout, accroché à une barre. Il me chuchote à l'oreille 'Laisse toi faire' On est tous les un contre les autres. Je sens une première main sur mes fesses, elle passe doucement sous ma jupe, et parait comme étonné de ne pas trouver de culotte. Mon Maître est devant moi, il s'agit donc de quelqu'un d'autre dans la rame. Nouvelle station, une vague en per***ne sortante, et de nouveaux entrants. Un peu plus serré, la main est maintenant sur mes seins, jouent, les pinçant, mon plaisir monte de plus en plus. Prochain arrêt, 'On sort' Je suis un peu déshabillé, mon Maitre me traîne jusque derrière des panneaux de travaux. 'A genou, tu l'as chauffé, faut le vidangé maintenant' Et là, je vois l'homme qui me caressais dans le métro, qui sort sa queue. Je suis une salope, j'assume mes actes. Je suce cet inconnue, dans le métro, a deux pas des usagés. Je suis une pute gratuite. J'avale tout *** sperme. Il ferme sa braguette et sans un mot, ni regard, il repart. Mon maître reproduit le même scénario entre 4 ou 5 fois. Différentes bites, différents gouts, et une salope. Maintenant, il y a beaucoup moins de monde. Nous sommes à 5 stations du terminus. Nous entrons dans une rame. Il y a 5 hommes dedans. Cette fois, nous sommes au milieu de la rame. Mon maitre me menotte les poignets à la barre du métro. Je croise *** regard, alors qu'il s'éloigne de moi. Le mien devait être inquiet, le sien, exprimait un sourire. Les 5 hommes étaient maintenant autour de moi. Leurs mains prirent possession de mon cul, de ma chatte de mes seins, et de ma bouche. Ils me mirent à genou, et je pris leurs queues dans ma bouche, parfois deux en même temps, alors que la rame continuais ça route. Quel spectacle. Mon Maitre assis regardait la scène. J'étais attaché, à genou, jupe relevé, chemisier déboutonné, 5 bites qui éjacule dans ma bouche où sur le visage, et nous sommes au terminus. Les 5 hommes sortent, en remerciant mon Maitre. Je reste à genou, mon Maitre à distance.

Les portent se referment, et la rame roule dans un tunnel noir, et ce stabilise. Là, deux grands black arrivent. 'Bonjour Said, voilà la chienne promise pour toi et ton pote. Utilise là, je vous regarde.'

J'allais être à la merci de 2 blacks, ils me détachent. Je commençais par en sucé un, toujours à genou, l'autre jouait avec mes seins, puis il parti s'assoir. L'autre me lâcha, 'va sucé mon pote', je parti lèche et sucé le second type. Le premier me mit debout, et il me pénétra la chatte. Le type que je suçai pris ma tête entre ses mains, pour me donné *** rythme, alors que l'autre me labourait la chatte. J'étais une poupée entre leur main, ou plutôt entre leur bite. 'Arrête de me sucé, et Viens posé ton cul sur mon chibre' J'obéis, non sans appréhension, même si mon cul a bien été préparé par mon Maitre. Je tourne le dos à l'homme, et je m'assoie doucement sur lui, sa bite bien dure est à l'entré de mon cul, quand *** ami me pousse, je m'empale sur cette bite. La douleur est vive mais déjà il commence un petit va et vient. Je suis assise sur lui. 'Mets toi debout sale chienne, on va marcher un peu' Il éclata de rire. Avec ça bite dans mon cul, nous traversions la rame. Il colle mon corps à la vitre, et bute plusieurs fois au fond de moi. 'Va poser ton cul sur mon ami, j'arrive.'Il me posa, *** ami était par terre, la queue bien gonflé, je m'empalai de nouveau sur ce sexe. Il était encore plus gros que *** pote. Il me fit remonté et retombé sur lui 3 fois, et *** pote arriva, et me pris la chatte. Mon premier sandwich avec 2 blacks dans une rame. J'étais rempli, j'étais bien, je criais de jouissance, leur semence envahie mes entrailles. Après quelque minute ils me laissèrent. 'Salope vient nous nettoyé les bites'. Ils étaient parti discuté avec mon Maitre. Je les rejoins, et je nettoyais leur bite avec ma langue. Mon Maitre me mis une couverture sur les épaules, et nous sortions du métro. Il me ramena chez moi. 'Bonne nuit ma chienne, je serai chez toi vers 16h.'

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Au petit matin, je réalise qu'hier soir, j'ai sucé 11 queues différentes, et toute avec plaisir. A 16h, j'attends en position mon Maitre. 'Bonjour ma chienne. Hier tu as pris beaucoup de plaisir à être ainsi utilisé par mes amis. Tu es une très bonne chienne qui apprend vite. Je t'ai trouvé un appart plus approprié. Tu déménageras dans 2 semaines, pour me laissé le temps de l'équipé. Nous avons 6 h avant notre rdv. Descendons à la cave, je l'ai aménagé pour toi.' Sans dire un mot nous descendons dans ma cave, endroit que j'aime peu, car il fait sombre, humide et froid. Mon Maitre avait accroché un anneau au plafond, pour m'attaché les bras en l'air. J'étais sur la pointe des pieds. Il me mit un morceau de tissus, et un gros morceau de stock sur la bouche. 'Je ne veux pas t'entendre. Il serait dommage que quelqu'un de l'immeuble appelé les flics. Ton corps a besoin d'être marqué. J'ai ici de l'encre au henné. Pour les premiers essaies, je pense un jour te faire tatoué. Mais on va commencé par le fouet' Et les premiers coups tombe. Très cinglant, les douleurs vivent aux seins, aux fesses, aux dos, aux ventres, aucune zone n'est épargnée. Dans le bas du coup, il inscrit 'soumise', sur mon bras droit :'bouche ; chatte ; cul = disponible'.Sur ma cheville gauche 'Propriété de Mr D'. Et de nouveau coup s'abatte, cette fois avec une planche en bois souple. Je me retiens de ne pas crier à chaque coup. La douleur est tellement vive. Il me libère un peu, et place sur ma chatte et mes seins des aspires. 'Je vais surdimensionné ta chatte et tes seins, tu en seras que plus belle. Je dois m'absenté, ne bouge pas'

Comment bouger ainsi attaché ? Il me laisse seul, je l'entends fermer à clé la cave. Je reste ici, dans le noir. Les minutes sont longues, les aspires sont douloureux, mais je ne peux rien faire d'autre qu'attendre le retour de mon Maitre. Parfois la lumière ce rallume, j'espère que mon Maitre revienne, mais il ne s'agit que de personne venant dans leur cave. Quand la porte s'ouvre. 'Bien ma chienne. Tu es toujours là. Tu resteras nue sous ton manteau, nous partons, Tu es très belle ainsi disproportionné....ha ha ha' J'avais du mal à marcher tellement ma chatte était grande. J'étais nue dans la rue, juste caché par mon manteau. Nous marchions 5 min, avant qu'il n'ouvre une porte. Nous montions au dernier étage dans les chambres de bonne. Il frappa à une porte. 'Bonjour, Franck, voila la chienne en question.' Bonjour D, jolie lot on peut en voir plus ?' Toujours sur le bas de la porte, mon Maitre me retira mon manteau, j'étais nus devant cet inconnu. 'Oua !! tu as bien travaillé, elle est bien marqué, ça va beaucoup plaire au internaute. On va l'installé.' Je suivie mon Maitre et ce Franck dans une chambre. 'Petite soumise, je t'explique : Ton Maitre te loue à moi pour 2h minimum. Je vais t'installé dans la fucking machine. Le principe, les internautes paies pour te voire te faire tringlé par une machine. Ils peuvent choisir la taille de l'objet qui te pénètre, la durée, et le trou. Ils font varier à leur guise la cadence et la ***** de pénétration. Ton Maitre ne te la surement pas dit, mais tu as des vidéo déjà sur notre site, et je sais qu'un certain nombre attend ça avec impatience. Ta bouche restera libre, cri et jouis autant de fois que tu veux.

'Et me voila de nouveau seule dans une pièce attaché jambe écarté, face à une machine. Il y a une dizaine de gode prêt à me pénétré, de différente taille de couleur de forme. La machine ce mets en route, un gode fin mais long entre tout doucement dans la chatte, puis ressort, et recommence doucement 3 fois. Puis il accélère d'un coup, me pénétrant à fond plusieurs fois avant de sortir complètement. La machine prépare deux gros et long gode. Le premier me pénètre rapidement dans la chatte et ressort. Un second fait de même dans mon cul. Et de nouveau ma chatte. Dés qu'un gode sort, l'autre entre. Je suis au bord de la jouissance. La machine ne s'arrête que très peu durant les deux heures.

Mon Maitre et Franck arrive dans la pièce. 'Tu es une sacré chienne, tu as battu les records de vente. Maintenant mon plaisir à moi' Il change deux godes de la machine, et en place deux autre bien plus gros. Il ce place derrière moi, et fait tombé le plateau qui supportait ma tête. Je me retrouve ainsi la tète à l'envers, il me pénètre de sa bite dans la bouche, alors que la machine, m'encule, et me lime la chatte en même temps, Il joue avec mes seins, je suis folle, je jouis comme jamais, d'être prise par mes trois trous en même temps, la jouissance est tellement forte...

'Mon cher ami tu as trouvé une très bonne salope !! Donc si tu d'accord, je te la loue pour 6 heures par mois.

'Ok, Franck.' Mon Maitre me libère, j'ai du mal à tenir debout.

Nous retournions chez moi. 'Ma chienne, va donc prendre une douche. Demain, on ne peut pas ce voir, ni la semaine prochaine. Je t'envoie un mail dés demain. Bonne nuit ma putain'. Mon Maitre me laissa seule..

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En quittant la société , je descendis au garage pour prendre ma voiture. Une fois arrivée à celle-ci, je découvris une enveloppe et une photo. Sur celle-ci, on me voit occupée à faire l' amour avec mon amant. L' enveloppe contenait une lettre disant:

« madame la directrice, si vous ne voulez pas que cette photo et d' autres ne soient diffusés dans votre société et au près de vos investisseurs américains, vous ferez ce que j' exigerai de vous et ce quelque soit le moment ou l' endroit où vous vous trouvez. Si vous allez trouver la police pour vous plaindre, j' ai prévenu une per***ne que si j'étais arrêté ou qu' il n' avait plus de mes nouvelles toutes les 24 heures, il devait diffuser les photos aux adresses mail que je lui ai fourni. Les premières exigences se trouvent sur le cd placé dans votre radio.

Completement ***née, j' ouvris la portière de ma voiture, et mis le contact. Le cd se mit en marche:

« tu vas rentrer chez toi, et tu vas te changer, mettre la jupe la plus courte que tu aies, et une blouse transparente sans mettre de soutient gorges. Tu vas appeler ton amant, et lui dire que tu le quittes, mais sans lui dire quoi que ce soit à mon sujet ni au sujet des photos . Aller dans un magasin acheter deux GSM avec carte prépayée puis te rendre au café appelé « chez l' indien ». Avant de rentrer dans le café, de prendre une table bien au centre et de te commander une bois***, tu laisseras un des deux GSM, ainsi que sa carte sans oublier de laisser le numéro de l' autre GSM et attendre la suite de ce que je veux que tu fasses ».

Je quittai le garage en direction de mon appartement. Arrivée sur place, je pris le courrier, il y avait une autre enveloppe anonyme. Je l' ouvrais:

« ce petit mot pour te démontrer que je sais beaucoup de chose à ton sujet, je te conseille donc de suivre mes exigences. »

je montais chez moi et appelais mon amant, je lui dis que je le quittais expliquant que je n' en pouvais plus de cette histoire qui ne menait nulle part. Je mis donc la jupe la plus courte possible, et un chemisier transparent sans soutient gorges. Je pris une longue veste et me mit en route. Arrivée au café indiqué, j' entrais et pris place à une table bien au centre. À peine assise, que mon GSM se mit à ***ner:

« Bien, je vois que tu m' as écouté. » dit il.
« que me voulez vous exactement » demandais-je.
« tu vas enlever ta veste puis descendre aux toilettes et enlever ta culotte que tu laisseras sur place ».et il raccrocha directement.

Je tournais ma tête cherchant des yeux un visage que je reconnaitrais. Mais rien, je fis donc ce qu' il m' avait dit, je descendis aux toilettes pour enlever ma culotte. Arrivée sur place j' entrais donc dans une toilette et fermais la porte, quand mon GSM ***na. Je décrochais directement me demandant pourquoi il appelais encore.

« n' oublie pas de laisser la porte de la toilette ouverte. »dit il.

À contre coeur, je fis ce qu' il avait exigé et laissais ma culotte sur place. À peine assise à ma place, que je reçu un SMS disant:

« tu vas chauffer l' homme qui est à la table sa femme devant la fenêtre. T' arranger pour qu' il te suive aux toilettes où tu le suceras ».

Je commençais à le regarder en me passant un doigt sur le clitoris. L' homme sentant mon regard tourna *** visage et me vit, puis vu mon doigt que remontais lentement puis suçais. Il suivit mon doigt qui redescendit sur mon clitoris, à ce moment sa femme regarda aussi dans ma direction, je décidais donc de descendre aux toilettes esperant qu' il me suive. À peine je m' étais levée que je remarquais qu' il avait fait le mouvement pour se lever. Dés qu' il arriva en bas, j' ouvrais sa braguette, je remarquais qu' il bandait déjà. Je sortis *** pénis et commençais à le sucer. Je glissais ma langue le long de *** sexe, il gonflais encore. Je l' enfonçais jusqu' au fond de ma gorge pendant quelques secondes. Il éjacula sur mon visage, il referma sa braguette et remonta rejoindre sa femme sans dire un mot. Je me lavais le visage puis remontais aussi. Je remis ma veste et rentrais chez moi où je pris une douche libératrice.

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À peine ai-je eu une courte nuit de repos que le gsm ***nât pour me prévenir que j' avais reçu un sms: « allume directement ton ordinateur » disait-il.
Je me levais et descendis au salon où j' allumais le pc. Dés que celui-ci fut mis en fonction, je me rendis compte que l' on m' avait envoyé un mail. Je l' ouvris et vu une vidéo prise avec une webcam dans le wc du café où l'on me voyait occupée à sucer l' homme.
Une discussion directe se mit en fonction: « maintenant tu vois que j' ai aussi une vidéo en plus des photos ».
« tu vas faire des photos de toi essayant tous tes sous-vêtements que tu vas m' envoyer pour que je te dises ceux que tu peux ou non garder ».
La discussion se coupa comme elle avait commencée. Je me levais remontais dans ma chambre. Je commençais à mettre mes sous-vêtements choisissant ceux qui je savais lui plairais. Décidant moi même de ceux que je jugeais à garder ou non, mais me disant que je lui fournissais toutes photos pour augmenter sa pression sur moi.
Je lui envoyais une cinquantaine de photos, entre temps j' avais reçu un mail :
« rends toi en métro sans culotte et le plus court vêtue possible dans le magasin ..... où tu demanderas à parler à Evangeline, lui disant que tu viens de la part de Vincent elle sera au courant de ce que je veux pour la suite de ta journée ». Je pris le métro, mais à peine assise, ma jupe étant tellement courte, remontait laissant apparaître mon sexe. Mon voisin assis en face ne perdait pas de temps pour bien me reluquer. Je reçu un appel sur mon gsm, « c'est bien, mais maintenant tu vas te baisser pour bien faire voir tes seins à ton voisin ».
Je fis semblant de laisser tomber mes clefs pour pouvoir me baisser. Je commençais à me sentir toute mouillée par cet homme qui me reluquait sans et que je chauffais. Une de heure plus tard j'arrivais au magasin, je demandais après Evangeline, lui disant que venais de la part de Vincent. Elle s' excusa auprès de ses collègues, et on sortit du magasin. Elle me dit qu' elle devait faire les magasins avec moi pour choisir les vêtement que je devrais porter à partir de ce jour quand j' avais rendez-vous avec Vincent. Nous rentrâmes dans le magasin à nouveau, nous allâmes choisir des blouses, toutes plus transparentes les unes que les autres.
je partis dans la cabine qui étaient mixte les essayer. Evangeline dit que je devais laisser le rideau ouvert, tout le monde pouvait me voir.
Elle prit *** gsm et commença à filmer, quand j' avais finit de toutes les essayer, je dut attendre, qu' elle envoie le film pour obtenir l' assentiment de Vincent. Elle revint avec des jupes ultra courtes que je mis à essayer. Un homme entra dans les cabines, il passa devant la mienne et me regarda, commença à me toucher, pendant qu' Evangeline me filmait, elle disait que je devais me laisser faire. Il malaxa mes seins et commença à toucher mon sexe. Il commença à sortir *** sexe, et mit un doigt dans le mien. Il m' attrapa par les cheveux et m' obligea à le sucer, puis il me pénétra. Il éjacula sur mon visage, moi je me sentais vraiment très excitée. L' homme me remit une enveloppe : tu vas te rendre à la piscine où d' autres exigences t' attendrons.

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Je pris le métro, toujours habillée aussi court et transparent. Les hommes me déshabillaient du regard, ils regardaient surtout ma chatte car je n' avais pas de culotte et mes seins à travers mon chemisier transparent. Je commençais à avoir chaud et être dans tous mes états. Je reçus un texto disant : « sort du métro et continue à pieds ». Je me demandais pourquoi, mais je compris en sortant du métro. Il s' était mis à pleuvoir averse, je fus directement trempée, mon chemisier déjà transparent le devint encore plus et se colla à mes seins. Je courus tant que je pus pour arriver à la piscine. À peine arrivée, je me rendis chez le caissier, qui me dit d'aller dans les vestiaires prendre une douche, et que les instructions suivraient.
Je fus contente, car j' avais très froid au point que mes tétons pointaient sous mon chemisier sous l'effet du froid. Je me déshabillais et pris ma douche. J' entendis la porte s'ouvrir, et quand je revins, mes vêtements avaient disparu. À la place il y avait un mot disant de retourner chez le caissier, toute nue. Celui-ci me remis un gode en glaçon. Il me dit : « la clef du casier 12 où se trouve ton maillot est dans ce gode. Vas dans le vestiaire de hommes et masturbes toi avec jusqu' à ce que tu puisses la récupérer ». Je pris ce glaçon et repartis dans le vestiaire indiqué. Je n'arrivais presque pas à tenir le gode en main, alors comment le mettre dans ma chatte. En chemin, le désir commençait à monter, et j'insérais déjà le gode dans ma chatte. Je m'arrêtais dans le couloir et me masturbais contre le mur au vus et au sus de tout le monde. Je passais le gode glaçon sur mes nichons et émis un cris tellement c' était froid mais bon. J'étais tellement chaude, que le gode glaçon avait déjà bien fondu, il me vint alors l'idée de me le mettre dans le cul. Un homme passa et me vit, il commença à se masturber, je vins vers lui et demandais de me baiser. Il me prit par les cheveux et me donna une baffe, et dit : «une salope ne demande rien mais subit ce que l' homme veut. »
Il attrapa mes seins et commença à tirer les tétons. C' était douloureux, mais en même temps très bon. Il me fit me mettre à 4 pattes le cul en l' air, il me pénétra à sec. Ou bout de quelques minutes, je jouis. Il me prit par les cheveux et m'amena devant *** casier, il dit: « tu mérites une correction, car une chienne, ne jouit jamais avant l'homme et jamais sans demander l'autorisation ».
Il ouvrit *** casier et sortit une cravache et commença me frapper. Je dus compter le nombre de coups qu' il me donnait en disant: « un, merci Monsieur, puis-je avoir un autre ».
Au bout de 10 coups il remit sa cravache en place, et dit : « que ça te serves de leçon ».
Il partit me laissant par terre. Je repartis dans le couloir pour chercher la clef car le gode glaçon avait fondu. Je pris la clef et ouvrit le casier 12 comme exigé.

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