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 MF,FF,ds,role,race,incest

   This story is the second installment of a story very loosely based on a
Lady I share with on ASSTR.  The physical is very accurate, as yes she is a
very beautiful Lady...  and very perverted as well.  I do recommend that
you read Chapter One before reading this story as it is a continuation. 
Enjoy!



   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   This story is in no way based on any actual events, and is completely
fictional, as are the names and places, and should not be confused with any
person, living or dead.  This story is a fantasy; fantasy is fantasy,
reality is reality, please know the difference.  In no way is this story
meant to condone or encourage actual behaviors.

   Ms.  McCarty the Young Librarian Chapter Two by Blade c November 2015

   I was tired but still so fucking horny!  I had the covers over me and a
desire to kick them off and just get "natural" and fuck myself silly.  I
had never been with a black man, then my thought was if I ever did wouldn't
the Black Mambo be the place to start?  It was easy to see where his
Daughter Mary was fucked and fucked hard in all three holes.  Yes, what a
very decent three-hole slut she was.  Again she was way older than the
"Daughter" that the video was trying to portray but it was also hot as hell
in my opinion.  Then she did seem to make both the mental as well as
physical connection that she was seeking.

   I laid back in bed slowly stroking my juicy cunt and thinking of so many
nasty things.  Yes, life was good and yes I would be seeking out a lot
more. I soon found myself softly asleep in my perverted mind that seemed to
constantly keep me in the gutter.  What a nice place to wallow in, I told
myself.

   Waking up and beating the alarm I told myself how it was finally Friday
and all that I really needed to accomplish today.  My mind was a bit
boggled as to what "normal" things I needed to finish, not to mention
things that I wished to visit upon and learn about in the VPN world.  A bit
tired I got out of bed and jumped into the shower and began my day.  Things
were looking good mentally and my thoughts were on tomorrow and visiting
Bert's Basement tomorrow evening.  I was still in a heavy Dominant mood and
I thought that I needed a release outlet there.  I had basically decided on
what I would wear but not so sure as to how I would personify myself.

   As always I was one of the first employees at work.  There did not
appear to be any early birds in line this morning, but I was also sure that
soon enough they would be entering the library doors.  I caught Billy Bob
sweeping under the tables and we exchanged a wave or so.  I got all of the
computers up and running and I was wanting to visit a couple of sites on my
VPN.  As I pondered that I also thought back to Billy Bob and our "light"
conversation last night.  I then made up my mind to get a "special"
magazine up and printed for him soon.  Slowly but surely the doors opened
and a decent group of readers was inside and browsing throughout the
library.

   It was a bit after ten when I saw Mrs.  Smidt make her "grand"
appearance.  She stopped and chatted with a couple of other Ladies and was
making her way to her "normal" cubicle and computer.  She saw me where I
was standing and I saw a smirk of sorts cross her face and she changed
directions and went my way.

   "So how is the wetback licker doing this morning?" I wanted to reach
over and strangle her but I knew that she wasn't worth the time and that
her day would soon be here.

   "Mrs.  Smidt, I do try to treat everyone as an equal and I am not
judgmental about anyone because of how they were born and so forth, so your
comment was totally uncalled for."

   "Deny it if you want but you lick the behinds of those wetbacks so badly
that it makes me want to puke.  Oh and the trying to speak Spanish to that
piece of trash thing..."

   "Well did you enjoy your shower this morning Mrs.  Smidt?"

   She gave me a cross look and was a bit puzzled as well.  "Not that it is
any of your business but yes I did.  Fact is that I shower twice daily.  I
am so glad the last year or so that they finally have the water so much
softer and not leaving all the residues like it used to."

   "Well I am glad that you noticed that.  I assume that you do realize
that our quality of water has greatly improved since we hired the new water
control man last year?"

   "Yes and Thank the Lord for the Godsend.  Wish we could have found him
years ago."

   "There is always the possibility that you may wish to Thank Mrs. 
Vasquez as to the outstanding job that her husband is doing as the water
supervisor."

   Mrs.  Smidt was dumbfounded plus and was in deep thought.  "You mean her
wetback husband works for our fine city?"

   "Yes he does and he is not a wetback from Mexico as you wish to presume.
Actually both he and his lovely wife are from La Paz, Bolivia.  He was
chosen from a field of over four hundred applicants.  Then most everyone is
so happy with the quality of the water the city now has."

   With a low grunt and looking down at the floor then again at me Mrs. 
Smidt continued.  "Well his job is done here we might as well ship them
both back to where they came from.  No need to explain that to an ignorant
under aged librarian like you.  I will make sure that we have your job
sooner or later.  Our country and our city does not need the likes of you."

   With that Mrs.  Smidt stomped off and found the usual empty cubical to
continue on her search for a young Dominant Lady to humiliate and degrade
her.  How totally ironic I found her then it only made me want to push
harder in Mrs.  Smidt and Mrs.  Vasquez being more "properly" introduced. I
made my rounds and chatted with a few patrons and made sure that everything
was organized and up to par.  Returning to my office I turned my computer
on and focused on the site that Mrs.  Smidt might be on.  As usual, it was
what I expected.  I couldn't resist the temptation; as well as the blood
boiling had me typing Mrs.  Smidt an anonymous email.

   `See where you are an older whore needing to satisfy a deserving young
Dominant, or are you all talk and no action like most on this site?' I sat
back and reread it a couple of times before pressing send.  Now the wheels
were in action and to try and figure out how to put Mrs.  Vasquez into the
scenario?

   A little before eleven I got the package that I had been waiting on.  As
I had requested Mr.  Berg had sent me a copy of the surveillance tape from
yesterday afternoon of the Lady's bathroom.  I was still a bit mystified
that people no longer know that there is no privacy in public.  Taking the
video tape out I saw where there was a sticky attached with a short note.
`Interesting,' followed by a smiley face.

   I knew Mr.  Berg although I couldn't say just how well.  He was in
charge of the surveillance tapes for our fine city.  In the past he had
inadvertently shared as to his pleasure when he "stumbled" upon some not so
appropriate videos.  Thus when I was searching for something that might not
be so appropriate he was my go to man.  After viewing what was left of the
pictures flushed into the toilet I knew that I wanted this a bit hush hush,
then would Mr.  Berg be wanting something in exchange?

   Placing the video in I turned it on and went slowly and then fast
forwarded until the tape said 4:43pm followed by the date.  Then there was
`surprise, surprise' like they say.  Well one could not say caught red
handed but close enough in my opinion.  Mrs.  Ellensburg, the outstanding
and stellar advocate for the youth in our local community, a big supporter
of Girl Scouts as well as most all female intramural sports.  Thinking back
about the pictures that Billy Bob and I were able to recover, they all
looked to be of legal age although most dressed to pretend to be much
younger.  As the tape rolled on I could not help but laugh as Mrs. 
Ellensburg looked all around her as she stuffed papers from her purse down
the toilet.  Yes Mrs.  Ellensburg you were caught.  I pulled the tape out
and put it away in my purse for further investigation at home.

   I sent Mr.  Berg a brief email: `Good Job'.  Then now I was not sure
what I might owe him?  The day proceeded along rather smoothly.  Then Mrs.
Smidt had come and gone and no response to my "random" email that I sent
her.  Then I could not wait until five o'clock.  The weekend was ahead and
a lot of nosy snooping to be done via the internet.

   I left promptly at five trying to decide what was for supper.  I was not
too hungry but I knew that I needed to eat as well.  I went back to the
reliable deli and got myself an avocado and lettuce sandwich.  Once at home
I just laid on the couch and thought of all I wanted to accomplish tonight.
I slowly undid my pants and inserted my warm hand.  Touching my clit I knew
that I so needed a release.  Then I thought tomorrow at Bert's Basement so
I could stand the build-up in anticipation of many fine things tomorrow
evening.  I took the sandwich out and sliced it in half.  Putting one half
on a plate, I wrapped the other half to be put back in the fridge.

   I kicked my shoes off and slid my pants down and took them off.  Using
my thumbs, I slid my panties off; tomorrow I would be packing so no need to
wear any plus my knee high stockings would be replaced with thigh highs. 
Tomorrow just could not get here quick enough, I told myself.  Logging on
to the computer I began searching for "matchups" of Black Mambo via the
pictures that I had photo snapped of him.  It took about twenty minutes
before I was able to find one positive match, and then things began to roll
a lot quicker and smoother.

   It appeared he was an under pastor for a non-denominational Church about
forty miles from us.  Then that did not really surprise me either.  I found
a family portrait so to speak, he and his wife and four young children. 
What struck me most odd about the picture was that his wife appeared to be
Asian and very petite at that.  I was not sure if I should feel sorry for
her or be envious?  I created a file and stored all of this information. 
Might need it one day, and then who knows?  At least now I had a very good
clue as to who he actually was.

   I went and brought out the pictures that Billy Bob and I had salvaged.
They were in poor shape so it would have been very hard to Photoshop them
on google.  I slowly sorted them out and tried to find what sites they had
come from.  It only took a few minutes and I had found three different
sites.  Then they were all legit which kind of disappointed me.  Sites like
Only Eighteen, Young Girls for Older Ladies and the such.  Yes all legal
but what were Mrs.  Ellensburg's "real" intentions?  Creating another file
I posted what I could and then my mind went to Mr.  Billy Bob Brown.  Could
I use him as a pawn of sorts in some of this?  Yes he was not the sharpest
knife in the drawer but he was no fool either.

   I went to searching and scanning a lot of sites such as those that
interested Billy Bob, or at least in my mind.  After about an hour I had
about 100 full page pictures of younger Girls.  I put them all in order and
produced a cover of sorts.  That done I took out a full sized legal
envelope and placed them all in there.  I printed his name and address
where it went and then looking at the left hand upper corner decided to
leave it blank.  Tomorrow morning, I told myself, I would "hand deliver"
the envelope to his mailbox.  That way come Monday morning I would know if
he had "read" his new personal picture magazine.

   Looking at the clock it was already after nine and my eyes were very
tired.  I shut the computer down and slowly got up and made my way to my
bedroom.  Standing at my bed I took my top off along with my bra.  Quickly
I was under the covers and trying to think about what tomorrow at Bert's
Basement might bring.

   I slept in, if one would wish to call it that; I was up and in the
shower by seven thirty.  I strolled through the kitchen naked, my hair
still dripping a bit but it felt so good.  Yes no one was around but I
enjoyed the power of sorts I felt when I was fully exposed as natural as
can be.  I loved every inch of my body and knew someone else would be
loving it later tonight.  Searching through the fridge I finally managed to
find a half eaten bagel that was not looking or feeling too good.  I
returned to my bedroom and brushed my long red hair out in front of the
full length mirror.  I was still admiring myself yet trying to picture how
I would be looking tonight.  A lot of possibilities but now my stomach was
beginning to growl.  My second cup of hot tea was good but still not real
food.

   I found an older pair of running shorts to put on and then a sports bra
that would pass for a top.  Some anklet socks and my running shoes on, I
grabbed my purse and headed to the neighborhood grocery store to pick up a
few items.  The sun felt great and I did as well.  It was about a six block
walk but I was looking forward to both the fresh air and the exercise which
were going to be a welcomed combination.  This was an older part of town
that I lived in.  It was in the process of an urban renewal type of thing
and the city had made great progress there.  The traffic was not heavy as
it was Saturday morning but brisk enough in my opinion.  Yes a few beeps of
the horn that I knew were meant for me and not the ongoing traffic, then is
that not why I was proudly parading myself?

   The grocery store was fairly crowded but navigating the aisles was easy.
I just picked up a few things as I would need to be carrying them back home
with me.  I got to ogle at a couple of Ladies and one hunk.  Then as well I
did catch a couple giving me the eye as well.  Why couldn't I just have
millions of dollars and take them all home with me?  I asked myself.

   The Lady at the checkout was very sweet and made some definite eye
contact more than once.  I figured she was most likely around her late
forties or maybe even fifties.  Then so many possibilities I told myself as
I put her in my mental black book registry.  I had thought on getting a
Danish in their pastry department but thought no I want to view and be
viewed more.  About half way home I walked into the deli to have a bit of
breakfast.  Inside it was fairly crowded but outside there was still one
lone table on the sidewalk.

   After ordering a sourdough bagel with cream cheese and strawberries I
took my hot cup of very berry tea and went outside to sit and enjoy the
warm sun.  I felt really good.  The week was finally over and it was a busy
as well as interesting one as well.  I still had not heard from Angie.  I
knew a bit more as to who this Black Mambo was and more dirt about Mrs. 
Ellensburg.  I knew where I wished to put Mrs.  Smidt, I just did not have
my game plan finished as to how I would get her and Mrs.  Vasquez in the
same room.  I had to admit my pussy throbbed a bit with that thought.

   A lot of joggers and others were up and down the busy street.  I
received some nice smiles and some double takes and I was really enjoying
the relaxation of it all.  Actually I was almost wanting to spend the
entire day here.

   "Excuse me, Ms.  McCarty may I sit with you for a minute?"

   It was Mrs.  Sarafian, her accent still heavy but her pronunciation of
words very clear.  She and her husband had managed to escape Russia and the
constant prosecution from the Russians soon after they were married and she
was with her fifth child.  They longed to one day return and visit with
their relatives and more but knew that it would most likely never happen.
Every day they gave praise that they lived where they did.  Yes insults
were hurled at them from time to time but no one would ever take their
freedom away again.

   "Mrs.  Sarafian how many times must I tell you to call me Liz and of
course you may sit with me.  I would love your company."

   Having had four children, she had thickened a bit but still had some
very inviting curves as well as what seemed to be constantly swollen
breasts which I enjoyed admiring.  Then the one thing about her physically
was her long jet black hair.  I wondered if she now dyed it or not, but
then it was always tightly braided and it fell to her waist nice and thick.
As proud as I was of my long red hair I often times found myself envying
her there.

   "Well Thank You and no Liz will not do for me." We had been over this
argument many times so we both grinned and left it at that.  "Things have
slowed down inside and Ivan has sent me here to speak with you." This
really caught me off guard as I had sat and chatted with them both on many
occasions.  Then the way this was worded I was not so sure.  I felt I
needed to try and go with the flow whatever that may be.

   "Mrs.  Sarafian we have been friends for quite a while.  You are always
welcome to speak with me."

   "Call me Anush please, as that is how Ivan would prefer you address me.
Yes we are friends are we not?  Such a beautiful morning.  Your red hair
looks so beautiful shining in the sun you know."

   "Thank you Anush, I just washed it this morning.  Now may I ask why your
husband sent you to talk with me?"

   I could see her tighten up her shoulders a bit as she tensed up.  Maybe
I should not have asked?  I told myself.  After looking if anyone was near
she in a low voice shared with me.  "Ms.  McCarty actually this is from
Ivan and myself.  We would like for you to visit us at our house if you
would on Monday evening.  As you know we are closed on Mondays so that is
our only day off for rest."

   I knew that both of them worked long and hard hours with no vacations
and such.  They were both very dedicated to each other which I rather
envied.  I was a bit excited that they would invite me over yet I was also
a bit put off by it.  This was a bit confusing, I told myself.

   "I would be honored to be your guest Mrs.  Ser ........................
Anush." Happily, I caught myself there.  "So may I ask if this is a special
occasion or something?"

   "Well yes in some ways I would say that it is a special occasion.  Then
as you know I am from the Old Country and I do anything that Ivan tells me
to do.  So you will visit us?"

   "Yes I, like I already said, will be honored to visit you.  Then again
is this something that I may need to get dressed for or something?"

   "This time no but if my husband is right and you agree to come back yes
you may get dressed in a special way.  I must go back in to tell Ivan now."
Anush, Mrs.  Sarafian, leaned over and kissed my cheek and brushed back my
hair.  "You are such a beautiful young Lady Ms.  McCarty, I so hope that my
husband is not wrong about you."

   With that she got up and returned inside.  I would like to say that I
was a bit flabbergasted as to what had transpired the last few minutes or
maybe just blindsided.  Going back and thinking, this is for Ivan and
myself, if I go back then I can get dressed in a special way, I hope that
my husband is not wrong about you?  This was all too confusing, yet I was
finding it intriguing as well.  My cup of tea was almost gone and getting a
bit cold.  I was going to get up and toss my empty cup into the waste
basket when Mr.  Sarafian walked out with a brimming smile and took my
hand.

   "My Anush, she tell me you agree to visit us, no?  I think it will be a
good time for us all.  I have been studying you for a long time now Ms. 
McCarty, I know that I am not wrong then we will all know on Monday night.
Here is our address at seven will that be fine with you?" I took the piece
of paper that he was handing me.  After putting it in my purse he took my
hand again and gave it a bit more of a squeeze.  "We all be happy on
Monday. Yes, Ivan wants everyone to be happy.  Now to go back inside and
help my Anush."

   Mr.  Sarafian let my hand go and quickly disappeared to go stand behind
the counter and greet the customers coming and going.  I began my slow walk
back still enjoying the warm sun but now with a mixture of confusion and
excitement as well.  Once I arrived home I put the few groceries up and
grabbed my car keys and the envelope and headed outside.  Billy Bob only
lived about four miles away but in a much different neighborhood than the
one I enjoyed.  I pulled off the main drag and as each block passed the
houses got grayer and drabber.  Then finally arriving at Billy Bob's street
it was only a large run down trailer park.

   I found a falling down cluster of mail boxes and located the one with
Billy Bob's name on it and inserted the envelope.  No need to close the
front flap as it did not have one like most of the other mail boxes around
it.  I got into my car and headed home.  I was now quite sure that come
Monday morning Mr.  Billy Bob Brown would have "read" his special delivery
magazine.  Yes I was very confident as to that, then how would it all go
down after that?

   Back at my place I picked up a few things and dusted a bit.  I had opted
to strip and feel free again.  I lazed around and then got on the computer
to check a few things out.  Finally, around three I finished off the other
half of the sandwich and started to focus on the evening ahead at Bert's
Basement.  My mind had been a bit conflicted the last couple of hours.  I
was very interested in how Billy Bob might take his special magazine as
well as other scenario's that had gone through my mind and the dumpy
trailer park that he lived in.  No I was not knocking Billy bob there, as
he was always dressed nice and such at work but as far as his neighbors...
well let's just say interesting.  Then there was the whatever between Mrs.
Sarafian and myself and then later with Mr.  Sarafian.  Just what was that
all about?  Mrs.  Sarafian seemed happy and relieved and worried at the
same time.  Then Mr.  Sarafian had a definite air of confidence as well as
joy about him.  Then his "I have been studying you" really shook me a bit.

   I turned on the water and got in the shower to prepare myself for what I
was hoping would be an interesting evening.  Standing in front of the
mirror and combing my hair out I was still trying to figure how I would
like to look at Bert's Basement.  All week I had been toying with the idea
of going as an emo girl or a goth girl.  Then as fucking horny and Dominant
as I was finding myself I threw out the emo image as I wanted something
more on the edge and yes tonight me being the dominant bitch to some
"lucky" female.  Which also brought up the question, do I want an older
Lady to use and abuse or a young shy and innocent one?  Oh well, I thought.
Let's just go with the flow and see what the dive has to offer.

   I started taking my clothes out and putting them across the bed.  Then I
got my black leather over the knee boots with the six inch heels.  Hey this
is the only way I would ever be a tall girl, I kidded myself.  Being that I
wished to be a goth girl I knew the makeup and prep would take a bit of
time.  I grabbed the black nail polish and went to sit in the front room
and look at my computer.  I was beyond horny but I also wanted to tease
myself as well.  I did not especially care for nail polish but I wanted
tonight to be a bit special so yes the extra attention to detail was what I
was seeking.  I slowly put on two layers of black polish and allowed it to
dry as I watched some pretty nasty porn and felt my juices in my pussy.

   Going back to the bedroom I started taking things out to make me a new
face.  This definitely was not one of my favorite things to do in life. 
Fact is that I took a great deal of pride in "always" being the very nerdy
as well as innocent young Lady.  Then I will have to admit given the time
and the patience I did love the results as well as the appreciation my
partners would share.

   I leaned over and looked into the mirror.  Truth was I really was not
sure where to start although yes I did want to appear to be both an evil as
well as a scary bitch.  Just thinking of this made my pussy twitch a bit. I
looked down and found the White Heat powder, and alongside of it was the
brush to apply the powder.  As I did have a lot of time as well as patience
slowly I picked up the brush as I continued to check myself out in the
mirror.  I closed one eye and left a gentle stroke of White Heat across my
eyelid.  Soon enough that was done and onto the other eyelid.

   Pleased with the results I went to working on my cheeks much like one
was applying blush, only much thicker.  Once I was satisfied there I
stepped back a bit and could not do anything other than smile at my
handiwork.  Had I desired I was on the way to painting myself to being
someone's Geisha Doll.  Then I didn't want to be someone's loyal and
submissive servant serving tea and such.  No, my desires as well as wants
were much more in the other direction.  I wanted to be the royal Dominant
bitch and find the willing victim to use and abuse.

   I went and found my mascara pencil.  Yes, this would be the next stage,
I thought.  I wanted deep and dark black lines around my eyes, very goth
like but not like a vampire type if that made any sense.  I made my way
around the one eye and then reapplied the mascara to the brush only thicker
this time.  It took a few minutes to get the color I was seeking and then
onto the next eye.  I was liking the contrast but knew that it was not
complete.  Then I focused on my eyebrows.  Being a natural redhead I rarely
gave them a second glance.  They were thin and a light red, almost a golden
shade at times.  Then I wanted to command and my one brush quickly laid a
stroke of deep black across my eye brow.  This went on for several minutes
until I got the touch that I wanted.

   Next what to do with my hair?  I thought of several options and then
settled on a distinct two way look.  I parted my hair about the middle of
where my ears were.  I took the back part and combed it out nicely and tied
it in a high solid red ponytail.  I had always liked the look that gave me
but it was a bit blah almost for what I had in mind and how my face was
coming about.  So I did what I called a comb over.  I took the hair from my
left side and took it all the way over to the right side and combed it
through.  Stepping back and looking into the mirror I felt that I was
getting more of the look that I wanted.  My hair fell over my right eye and
across my face giving me a very slutty look then looking sideways one could
see the possible innocence of the ponytail or perhaps the demanding
Mistress.  Yes this was the look that I wanted.  Although I rarely used it
I grabbed the hair spray and used a generous amount to keep it in place
like I wanted to.  I tweaked my nipples and ran one hand through my slit.
What a nasty slut I was looking like.  Nowhere near the innocent librarian
that everyone saw daily, and I liked that right now.

   I went to the closet and gathered my "clothing"; I had opted to go with
the pair of fishnet stockings.  Going through my dildos I decided for a
middle of the road one, about eight inches long but nice and thick.  Hey
some girls like `em bigger, some like `em smaller, so what the heck.  I
attached it to my harness and put it on and adjusted the buckles.  Again
looking in the mirror I enjoyed watching myself stroke the fake meat that
someone would be served later tonight.  I pulled on my super short leather
skirt that as always was ultra tight.  Continuing to look into the mirror I
could see where my "meat" was almost visible, and this was the effect I was
wanting.  Then later at Bert's Basement I would be sitting spread in an
effort to advertise what I might be giving away or possibly had to sell.

   Now I knew was the hassle part, putting on the black leather and lace
corset.  It had been especially made and purchased by a special suitor a
year or so ago.  So yes once on it did look divine but such a pain to get
it on.  The way I always dressed for work one could almost say I looked
androgynous if it wasn't for my perky C's.  Then once my corset was on my
waist would be narrowed to a desirable twenty inch and my "girls" would be
pushed up and almost out and appear to be some delectable D's.  I was about
out of breath once the corset was on and set, but so pleased with the end
result.

   I grabbed my leather over the knee boots and unzipped one and slowly
placed it on.  These had been a special gift from an appreciative Lady a
while back.  Although rarely worn because of the heels they were cherished
all the same.  I stood up, wobbly at that, and admired myself.  Now for the
finishing touches, I told myself.  I got a sharp liner pencil and began
using the mauve purple stuff around my outer lips.  I worked on this
several minutes until I got it nice and thick but not too wide; now to find
my black lipstick.  I ended up putting three layers and loved the definite
gloss that it left me.  I kept smiling at what a beautiful slut I was
transforming into.

   Again I stepped back and thought all complete, but knew there was a
final touch missing...  or maybe a few final touches?  I went to my jewelry
box and took out a few light steel bracelets along with some leather ones
to adorn each wrist.  I found a leather collar with four sharp studs, then
I pulled out a bright pair of clip on earrings to put on the top of each
ear, followed by another pair of heavy ones to hang from each lobe. 
Getting ready to close my jewelry box I saw the final missing piece(s).  I
picked up the package and sorted through them and opted to get the bright
blue ones.  Once they were in place I knew they were exactly what was
needed to complete my striking transformation.  The cosmetic eye contacts
were just what I needed.  There had been an optometrist here who gifted me
with many benefits, a few pair of personally fit contacts being one of
them.

   Although it was not my style I could not resist.  I grabbed my phone and
took some selfies.  I was so admiring the new me for the evening.  I
searched and found my handbag with the over the shoulder strap.  Going
through my purse I told myself why not?  I forwarded the selfies to Angie
along with a note of sorts.

   `All dressed up and no one to rape ..............  HA HA!  Maybe later
perhaps?'

   Getting some cash and my credit card along with my ID and other things
that I thought might be of use I filled my purse and was headed out the
door.  I heard my phone and knew it was a text of sorts.  It was Angie.

   "You fucking whore, going packing without me!  Enjoy yourself and be
careful!  Yes!  I want some soon, Bye, Bye!'

   Putting my phone away I opened the door.  It was already dark outside
but I did not wish to raise any suspicion or ideas as to my "dress" from
the neighbors.  Quickly I found myself backing up and heading down the road
towards the freeway.  In a bit more than an hour I would be at Bert's
Basement and enjoying myself.  I reached between my legs and stroked the
rubber cock.  How I wished I had one for real, sometimes I thought.  I
guess this is what is referred to as penis envy?  I slapped it and turned
into the freeway.

   Arriving at the parking lot I could see that they already had a decent
crowd.  I looked in the mirror and adjusted my collar.  With all the hair
spray I had used my hair was still molded in place.  Opening the door I got
out and took a couple of wobbly steps.  Then as always in the past, a few
steps and I was like a pro street walker in these heels.  I approached the
entrance and walked down the thirty nine steps before approaching the front
door.  Knocking on the door, a security Dyke opened up and asked me for my
ID.  I almost had to laugh as I could not even recognize myself, so what
good would that do?  She waved me in and the smoke and the noise and the
dim lights all hit me.

   I had been in there many other times so I could basically navigate the
joint with my eyes closed.  Then I also knew that in a minute or so my eyes
would be adjusted to the darkness.  I made my way to the bar and ordered
myself a tomato juice.  Yes I know in a bar and what?  Then I was on the
hunt and not much of a drinker anyhow.  With my glass in hand I walked
around watching the show of sorts as almost no one was dressed vanilla.  As
usual the three pool tables had players and I watched for a while.  I got a
lot of looks and gave a few back.  The night was still young and I told
myself to be a bit selective.  Still strolling around and looking at the
"merchandise" on "display" I suddenly felt the urge to pee.  Damn the bad
luck, I told myself.

   The bathroom was kind of basically a unisex bathroom as there was no
distinction from men and women.  Actually there were suppose to not be any
men there, but however a few cross dressers and TV's did make it in on
occasion.  Walking into the bathroom it was almost as packed as the bar
itself.  There were rules, yes loose ones, but rules none the less.  No
sharing of liquids...  no that did not mean alcohol.  Then no types of
penetrations either.

   Resting up against one sink two Lipstick lesbos were trading tongues. 
In the men's urinal there was a Bulldyke looking to relieving herself
standing up.  I opted for a urinal.  Again I thought, damn the bad luck as
I hiked up my short skirt and pulled the strap-on to the side.  As my piss
began to hit the toilet bowl there was a knock on the stall door.

   "Need someone to clean you up after?"

   I just shook my head as that just wasn't my thing.  "No, but Thank you
anyhow." I flushed the toilet and got myself rearranged.  Opening the door
I saw the tiniest Asian there smiling at me.  "Hi, I'm Windy Lu you ever
change your mind please do call me."

   She handed me what most would call a business card.  I placed it in my
purse and Thanked her.  It seemed that more and more these people were
carrying around cards to tell what they wanted and what they had to offer.
Now there was another pair of Dykes sharing the other basin so I opted not
to wash my hands.  I mean gawd forbid I should interrupt their special
time!

   I grabbed a vacant seat at the bar and this time ordered a plain orange
juice.  The place was really buzzing now.  If someone wanted to see a freak
show this was the place to be.  Even though I was slowly sipping on my
juice it was soon out.  I turned to order another one.  The bartender laid
it down when I heard a voice behind me, "I'll get that", and saw a twenty
lay against the counter top.  I took my drink and swiveled myself around.
Collecting her change was a Nun.  I was a bit dumbfounded but what does one
do?

   "Well Thank you, Sister." Is that what I was suppose to say?  She knew
that I was checking her out so she took a step back.  It was the "normal"
Nun's outfit, habit and all, only all custom fit to show off her oversized
melons along with her curvy ass.  By the way she was standing I figured she
had on a pair of heels as well.  Then what really offset her was the pair
of oversized sunglasses that she was wearing.  Then I had to admit she was
rather striking as well as inviting.  I had never considered the
possibility of actually taking a Nun even though I assumed she was not
really one.  But so fucking hot!  I thought.

   "So do you approve?" the Nun asked as she came nearer.

   "Oh yes definitely."

   "Well perhaps there may be some for you to enjoy later, but for now
something more pressing is on my mind.  Are you packing?"

   "Why don't you find out for yourself?" I told her.  The rosary still in
place she reached between my spread legs and stroked the rubber meat.

   "Mmmmmm, just like I was hoping.  I have a table across the way.  Come
join me, maybe we can make a deal of sorts." I was a bit mesmerized by all
of it and stood and followed her across the floor.  Once at her table she
motioned and I sat down taking another sip of my drink.  "Well I spotted
you the second you walked in and thought you would be just what my Daughter
would need.  You do not look too much like a Bulldyke or too Butchy and so
forth.  You have the mixture I find so alluring so yes I hope things work
out as I would love to be able to taste you later...  should things work
out."

   I was confused and I did not really know how to come back at her.  Then
yes she did have my attention.  "So you mentioned a Daughter?"

   "Yes my poor misguided and spoiled bratty Daughter.  I am at a loss as
to what to do for her.  So I have her tied up in the dungeon awaiting
whoever I may decide upon.  She totally lacks in discipline and respect. 
So I am hoping for someone to Dominate her in an abusive and humiliating
way.  I have tried just about everything else."

   With a lot of skepticism in my mind I asked the Nun, "So is this really
your blood Daughter?"

   "Oh yes why would I lie to you there?" Lifting her hand and snapping her
fingers the Nun raised two fingers.  I looked down at the table trying to
think what might I be getting myself into?  Then in the back of my mind
this older Nun did have my interest.  And now her so called Daughter which
I really did not believe.  Before I knew it two glasses of wine were placed
before us.

   "Relax and take your glass and follow me." Again I found myself
following the Nun with half the bars' eyes on us as we entered the dungeon.
I had been inside the dungeon before but merely to gawk a bit.  There was a
lot of apparatus available but play was pretty much limited by the dungeon
monitors.  I followed the Nun until we got to a St.  Andrews Cross which
had a very young and thin Girl attached to it.  Did I say a fucking sexy
one as well?  I still didn't buy the Daughter BS but yes now my interest
was whetted plus.

   "Well sweetie, I brought someone to examine you and possibly take you
home." "Mother I cannot believe you are actually going to put me through
all of this." "Oh yes dear, you do not seem to want to learn so you left me
but little alternative."

   I was looking back and forth between the two as they exchanged dialog. I
had to admit that it was well rehearsed as they did sound like a Mother and
Daughter squabbling.

   "Excuse me but just how old is your "Daughter?" I blurted out.  The Nun
gave out a slight bellow of a laugh and the Daughter gave me the look to
kill.

   "Yes I know she does look so young and so innocent does she not?  Then
yes she is only nineteen, sorry no biggie getting a good fake ID in this
town but trust me the little vixen is not so sweet and innocent like she
makes herself appear.  Now are you dearie?"

   "Untie me Mother!  I want to go home and forget about all this bull that
you are pulling on me."

   "Tsk ,tsk sweetie, your Mother will be back for you soon enough."

   The Nun turned to exit the dungeon and I followed.  Back at her table
she began to explain.  Without going into detail she said that she had a
nice amount of money due to an inheritance and her Daughter thinks that she
is entitled to it as well.  She went on to tell me how she had gotten hold
of the Mother's credit cards and so forth and how and why she wanted her
punished.  This was all playing out so very strange for me but the more I
listened the wetter I found myself and the more I wanted to venture there.
We discussed a few things and I agreed and said yes I am VERY interested in
this whatever the Nun wanted to describe.

   We got up and returned to the dungeon where the Mother/Nun undid her
Daughter's ties.  The Daughter was soon rubbing her wrists as her Mother
retrieved her bit of clothing.  Looking at me a bit embarrassed the
Daughter put on her ultra short schoolgirl skirt.  It did not even begin to
cover her nice round ass.  The top was a sheer midriff top that exposed
all. The Daughter looked even nastier now if that was possible.  We walked
out of the dungeon and through the bar.  By now most eyes were upon us. 
Once outside and walking up the steps I heard the Daughter speak.

   "Mother this has to be the most humiliating thing of my life.  I can't
believe what you made me do."

   "Well sweetie, you brought it all on by yourself.  Plus the night is not
over." Grabbing my arm, the Nun asked, "Where are you parked?"

   "Follow me." I kind of commanded.  Once at my car she spoke again.

   "Open your trunk please." With that she raised her arm and waved our
way. I saw a vehicle as it went into gear and headed our way.  It was a
solid black limousine that drew up alongside us.  The driver's door opened
and what appeared to be a Lady emerged with a bag in her hand.  From the
top of her head to the bottom of her heels she was dressed in solid black.
There was a cut out for her mouth and two small ones for her nostrils;
other than that it was all rubber and leather heels.  She handed the bag to
the Nun who now started to search through it.

   "Mother you just won't quit will you?"

   "No I won't and I do not need to hear your whining." She handed the
rubber clad Lady a rubber gag who promptly placed it around the Daughter's
head and in her mouth.  "No young Lady I will not quit until you learn some
respect and I do not need to hear you're whining anymore." She then handed
the rubber Lady two pairs of hand cuffs.  I was totally lost as I could not
move.  Here we were in a public parking lot my trunk open and abducting
this young Lady.  The handcuffs in place, the Nun spoke again.  "OK on the
count of three let's all pick my Daughter up and place her in the truck."

   The Daughter could not speak but was shaking her head no.  On the count
of three we all picked her up and placed her in the trunk of my car. 
"Don't fight it sweetie.  Enjoy the trip and sweet dreams," The Mother/Nun
said as she laughed and shut my trunk.  I looked at the Nun and then the
rubber clad Lady.  The Nun caught me and asked, "So you approve of my
chauffeur?"

   I nodded yes.  Looking at her chauffeur she said, "Well present yourself
to the young Lady." Doing as instructed the rubber clad Lady spread her
legs a bit placed both hands behind her neck and pushed her chest out a
bit. "Don't be shy", the Mother/Nun told me.  "Why don't you take a feel or
two?"

   I reached over and did what I had been wanting to do.  I saw the rubber
clad Lady taking a deeper breath.  "My, oh my, you seem to have made a
positive impression with your touch." Then the Mother/Nun had no clue how
much this was all turning me on.  "You do a good job with my Daughter and
you may be able to feel and taste my driver later.  Now get in your car and
follow us home." I pulled the keys out of my purse and turned the car on.
Everything was quiet in the trunk so I assumed the Daughter had taken the
Mother's advice?  Watching the Limo pull in front of me I put my car in
drive and proceeded to follow it.

   We drove out of the warehouse district where Bert's Basement was located
and went on to the East side of town, avoiding the main busy streets.  As
we drove, more and more residential housing appeared and as we passed, each
block the homes were more and more upscale.  Again I saw the blinkers from
the limousine go on and we entered an extremely nice gated neighborhood.  I
could not imagine what the taxes on these places was like, much less the
cost of keeping up the well manicured lawns and fountains and swimming
pools and more.  Then I guess if you got it flaunt it like they say.

   Turning again, this time into a residence, I saw the high arched gates
and the name of the owner.  I immediately had a good idea as to who these
people were: money...  lots of old money and what made up your everyday
gossip fodder in newspapers and magazines.  So perhaps that was why the
Nun/Mother basically was in total disguise.  Then what about the Daughter?
Was I still to assume she was really her Daughter?  Seeing the brake lights
and then watching one garage door go up and then a second I quickly counted
and assumed this was a six car garage.  The limo drove into the first stall
so I navigated into the next one.  Hearing the doors close behind me I was
not sure what to do next.  I reached to the side of my seat and pressed the
open button for the trunk of my car.

   Getting out I was quickly greeted by the two occupants from the limo. 
Under the bright lights the two appeared to be even more tantalizing than
before.  Then now looking into my open trunk and the delicious "Daughter"
my mouth went to salivating just a bit more.  The rubber clad Lady pulled
out a pair of keys and quickly undid the Daughter.  She then helped the
Daughter up and out of the trunk.  Now the Nun/Mother produced a collar and
lead leash and handed it to the rubber clad Lady.  Removing the Daughter's
rubber gag she attached the collar and leash and handed it to me.

   "Now kneel down sweetie and lead your abuser to your nice warm little
bedroom." With eyes of despise throwing not so nice evil darts at her
Mother she spoke.  "Mother OK you have gone far enough.  I get it now can
we just call this ridiculous game off now?"

   "But honey it is not over and quit your whining or I will have the gag
put back on your foul mouth.  Now get down on all fours so that you may
learn of the abuse this Lady is going to give you."

   I had to admit that yes I was in a VERY Dominant mood but as far as an
abuser I was not so sure.  Yes I liked to give it rough and at times get it
rough in return.  We had discussed a few things that the Nun/Mother wished
for me to do to the Daughter over a glass of wine at the table.  As far as
I knew that was all of the abuse I could "comfortably" do.

   The Daughter looked at all three of us in a slow and methodical way. 
Then I guess she realized the deck was stacked up against her so slowly she
went down and on all fours started crawling off.  Being obliged, to a
point, and with leash in hand, I followed.  My gawd!  I told myself.  Each
time this gets hot, it just gets hotter.  The very pale skin, the fine
distinct ass and more of the Daughter, and then she would be my play thing
in a short while.  I wanted to reach down and rub between my legs then and
there.

   I was led into the kitchen area and then into what I would call the
front room.  It reeked of wealth and more.  Then I began thinking this one
room alone was twice the size of my apartment.  Slowly walking behind the
crawling Daughter I held the leash as she was on the highly tiled floor. 
Down a hallway and at the forth door we stopped.  The Daughter turned up
and looked at me.  Taking the hint, I opened the door and we went in.

   Again what a beautiful room it was.  Looking around I could not imagine
why anyone would need such luxury just to put a bed in it.  About half way
towards what I assumed was the Daughter's bed she stopped and turned and
got on her knees and posed like a poor puppy dog.  I reached down and
rubbed her hair.

   "So are you now my lost puppy dog?" She stuck her tongue out and wagged
it a bit and nodded her head.  This was a new one on me but I was liking
it. "Do you want me to leave your collar on?"

   This time she smiled all happily and tried to do a light puppy bark.  I
moved closer, right in front of her face in fact.  "Would you like
something to chew on and play with?" I asked her as I jacked my skirt up.
Again very eager she nodded and went to work softly licking on the fake man
meat that I was packing.  I was enjoying this very much but also realized
how tired my feet were.  Off in one corner I spotted a very inviting and
comfortable looking chair.  "Why don't we go over there so that you can
help your owner get undressed."

   The Daughter was back on all fours and leading me in that direction.  I
quickly plumped myself down to give my feet some relief.  "Now see if you
can get my boots off and make me comfortable." I leaned back into the chair
and watched as she slowly unzipped my over the knee boots.  Once that was
done I indicated the fish nets and she gently unrolled them as well.  Oh
but didn't I feel much better.  I stood up and instructed the Daughter to
help me get my corset off.  She stood and went to unbuttoning my corset as
I pulled off her top.  Her areolas were a very light pink and her nipples
small but erect in my mind.  I reached down and placed my hand against her
slit.  I could feel the moisture so I inserted a finger.  She squirmed a
bit and gave out a light laugh of joy.  My corset undone we looked at each
other and embraced and began swapping tongues with a passion.  This Girl,
whoever she was, sure did know how to kiss.

   I shrugged the corset off and let it fall unto the chair.  I instructed
the Daughter to get stripped.  Once that was done she was back on her knees
and begging like the good puppy dog that she was.  I led her to the bed and
sat and opened my legs as a way of inviting her in.

   "So is my little puppy hungry now?"

   She now had a really big grin on her face and then motioned me to wait.
She got up and ran to open up one of her drawers and brought back a dog
tail and a tube of lube and handed them to me.  Turning and spreading her
ass I lubed it up a bit and used more lube on the glass dildo attached to
the tail.  I slowly inserted it into her ass as I heard light grasps from
her lips.  Once done I sat back down and told her to come eat me properly.
Quickly she was on all fours, shaking her ass and wagging her tail.  This
was all so much fun, I thought, and nice as I felt her soft lips against my
pussy.  It was now WAY too much fun!  Not only did this girl know how to
kiss, she also knew how to eat very well.  Pulling the strap on to the
side, her tongue darted in and out and teased with my clit.  Then she would
lick her lips and take the dildo deep down her throat.  This probably went
on for close to twenty minutes until I could not take anymore.

   "You little puppy slut, eat me until I cum in your mouth like the good
and obedient puppy that you are!" I grabbed her by the hair and forced her
in tight and she continued to gnaw away at my pussy.  The intensity had
already built up to a boiling level by now.  I eased back a bit and began
to buck into the puppy dog's face.  The more I bucked the deeper she tried
to get her tongue inside of me.  I was almost delirious as my climax
neared. "That's it you little whore eat your owner out like the trashy
puppy that you are!"

   I arched my back as the Daughter took me to the bliss of one great long
orgasm.  I rested my muscles and relaxed back into the bed.  Trying to
catch my breath I played with the Daughter's head and hair and told her
Thank You about half a dozen times.  Wearily I stood up and motioned to her
and we got into bed.  My rubber cock against the crack of her ass and her
furry tail soft against my thighs.  I pulled her close as I was so enjoying
the cuddle.  I lightly stroked across her small breasts and kissed the back
of her neck.  She had done me good but I needed to return the favor, I told
myself.  I slid my hand down and between her legs.  Like a well trained
young Lady she opened them offering me whatever I wanted.  Yes she did seem
to be very submissive by nature and into pleasing but now I wished to
please her.

   She didn't have a single hair down there nor did I want to feel any
either.  I wanted the soft folds of her pussy lips to caress.  I wanted my
middle finger to gently probe inside of her, almost like I was taking
advantage of an innocent child.  Working my finger in and out of her pussy
I could now feel her slight humping back and forth into the rubber cock.  I
pulled my finger out and took it to her lips.  Hungrily she sucked it in
enjoying every single drop of her own juices.  This Daughter not only
enjoyed the taste of others' pussies but she enjoyed the flavor of her own
as well.

   "Do you want your owner to fuck you?" I asked the Daughter.

   "Yes please."

   There was a bit of light coming from what I assumed was the bathroom so
it was not totally dark in the bedroom.  Then I was still lusting for her
body so I wanted to see her as she impaled herself on the rubber cock that
I had been packing all night.  "OK then get on top.  I want to watch you
rape yourself."

   I heard her moan as I spoke.  She pulled the covers back and rubbed on
her pussy taking the juices to try and lube the dildo.  I remembered the
lube she had brought earlier...  would she be needing it?  She was now
straddling me and lifted one knee into the air and planted her foot down
beside me as she lifted herself off.  I took hold of the rubber cock and
placed it where I knew her wet pussy lips were.  With her free hand she
took the tip of the rubber cock and worked it around teasing herself as she
further lubricated it.  Then she started working up and down and the rubber
cock slowly began to disappear inside of her.  The more she took in the
more she moaned and grunted and the harder she fucked it.  Within seconds
she was totally impaled and the look of lust on her face told me that she
was enjoying it all very much.

   She was working up and down the shaft with a great intensity.  I had a
hold of her hips in an effort to balance her but realized she was rather
agile and I did not need to assist there.  I took my hands up and began to
play with her nipples, tweaking at them and twisting them only to increase
the volume of her moans.  I would run my nails down her very pale skin and
so loved watching the contrast there, her pale skin, the light red
scratches across her breasts and belly, and the black finger nails doing it
all.  The Daughter was now fucking the strap on hard enough that each time
she fully impaled herself she also put enjoyable pleasure against my clit.
So yes this was definitely a win win situation when fucking such a young
and hot vixen.  By now I could tell that her orgasm was quickly approaching
as her moans and voice were almost inaudible.  I reached and took control
of her hips, each time she came down I assured her that she would be taking
every single bit of the rubber cock until it would pound against her young
cervix.  This went on for a couple of minutes and we were both drenched in
sweat.  Then we were both lusting for the same thing, a good and hard
orgasm to put us to sleep.

   "Oh yes yes yes, that's it fuck me like the dirty whore that I am. 
Please rape me harder and make me yours!" the Daughter screamed out.  I was
almost ready to reach my second cum of the night and this only encouraged
it more as I was now slamming her down hard and humping to the best of my
ability.  I could feel my orgasm and knew any second now I would explode.

   "Hurry you dirty little bitch cum like the piece of trash slut that you
are for your owner!" I shrilled at her between thrusts.

   "Yes, oh yes, I am your dirty little slut!  Can I please cum?"

   With that I began to explode and yelled at her, "Yes you have permission
now let's cum together!" By then I was almost half way through my orgasm
and my ass was locked and pressed hard against her.  She began writhing her
hips in circular motions to feel every available inch of the rubber cock.
The Daughter soon collapsed and she collapsed into my brace as our lips
soon locked together.  Neither of us could catch our breath and neither of
us wished to stop.  Finally, the Daughter gave my neck a light bite and
rested along side of it.

   After about a minute I felt her get up and slide back.  I watched as the
rubber cock popped from her pussy and she, being a dutiful Daughter, began
to lick it clean.  Yes, she was taught well, I told myself.  I felt as she
was undoing the buckles from the strap on and watched as she pulled it off
and set it aside.  Like the gentle lamb that she now appeared like, she
climbed back next to me and we cuddled again.

   "Do you want me to remove your puppy tail?" I asked her.

   "Oh no it feels too good and Thank You for allowing me to be your
puppy."

   "Actually I think that was all your Mother's idea."

   I felt her shrug her shoulders and then she spoke again.  "Would you
mind owning me again?"

   I pulled her hair up and slowly bit into the back of her neck.  I felt
her tense up a bit and the soft sweet moan that followed.  Releasing my
teeth from the back of her neck I responded, "No baby doll.  No not at
all."

   With that we both soon drifted off into a nice place and sleep.  Even
though I quickly drifted off into a nice sleep it was a light one as well.
In a strange bed, in a strange house, with strange people I quickly woke as
the bedroom door opened.  I heard the light footsteps as someone approached
the bed followed by a couple of fingers on my shoulder.

   "My Mistress requests that you join her in her chambers."

   My but aren't we getting fancy?  "Chambers?" I thought.  Then I was so
comfortable holding the Daughter in such a nice cuddle that I didn't want
to leave Then my mind went back to how awesome and inviting the Nun/Mother
had looked earlier.  I had already cum twice and they were both very
intense then I could also feel my pussy twitch a bit as to what might await
me in the chamber.  I kissed the Daughter softly on the back of her head
and lightly squeezed her hand.  Slowly I slid off the bed and stood to face
the "intruder".  She turned and walked towards the door and I followed. 
Once I was in the hallway she closed the door and I found myself following
her again.  At the end of the hall and the door in the center she opened
the door and motioned me in.

   As she had been in front of me I got a more than adequate glance at her
fine hips and ass.  Her thighs and calves were very muscled and toned. 
Then the three inch mules that she was wearing most likely helped to accent
her as well.  From the side view I could see where most likely she was in
her mid twenties.  She had a nice round face with short cropped black hair
that was done very well.  Her breasts were quite a bit smaller than mine
Although she had really big areolas and long thick nipples.  Then I
imagined the fact that they were pierced may have aided there a bit as
well. She motioned me in and after I entered I heard the door softly close
behind me.  On one end of the room I could see a dim night light of sorts.
On the other a large bed and canopy which seemed to be occupied by a
certain female.  I made my way towards the bed and as I got nearer the
covers were brought back and a voice welcomed me.

   "Please feel free to join me.  I have been waiting to share a bed with
you since the first time I saw you earlier this evening."

   Now how was I to resist an invitation like that?  I slid into what I
felt were silk sheets.  That alone was enough to make my pussy tingle. 
Then a pair of lips kissing my check added even more.  "So did you do as
you promised and penetrated all three of my Daughter's holes?"

   This threw me off a bit as I did not quite remember promising the
Nun/Mother that, then would it be a little white lie to tell her yes? 
After all I did stick the butt plug firmly in her Daughters ass did I not?
"Yes I did and trust me she enjoyed it all.  Actually I found your Daughter
a remarkable young Lady.  Not that we chatted much but perhaps later?"

   "Well I don't have the energy of youth like the two of you do so I am
quite spent but I do wish for a bit of play with you.  Are you up to it?"
No matter how tired I was my mind kept telling me yes do the nasty with
this Nun/Mother!

   "Simply put I am rather intrigued with whatever play you may seek with
me," I responded.

   "Mmmmmm," I heard her moan with satisfaction.  Then I felt a breast in
my face and a thick nipple being placed in my mouth.  "Why don't we start
off with a bit of you suckling on my swollen and milk filled breasts?  Are
you open to that?"

   I already had the nipple in my mouth and yes I was softly sucking away.
Earlier in the evening I thought that she had rather large breasts but
hidden behind the Nun's outfit it was a bit hard to tell.  I had sucked on
my share of nipples over the years but I had never sucked on a lactating
Lady, so yes my curiosity was definitely there.  Then once the warm flow
and the milk was tasted I knew what I had been missing and now better
understood why so many had this lactation fetish, both giving and
receiving. Then it also brought a different type of calm to me as I felt a
protection of sorts, if that made any sense at all.

   Again I heard her moan as I felt her soft hand and long nails going down
between my legs.  Much like her Daughter had done earlier for me I opened
my legs thus offering as well as giving her anything that she wanted.  She
gently stroked across my slit.  At times teasing my clit other times finger
fucking me and showing me how much experience she had in doing so.  My
pussy was now both on fire as well as soaking wet.  After about five
minutes she pulled her nipple from my mouth and replaced it with her other
one.

   "You are being such a good Girl suckling like you do.  I imagine that
you are enjoying drinking Mommy's milk aren't you little one?" This really
threw me off but there was no denying how much I was enjoying all of this
either.  I had done some role play many a time with many an older Lady but
somehow this was a bit different.  Then until now I had never called any of
them Mommy.

   "Yes Mommy your little girl is so enjoying drinking all of your milk,
Mommy.  I am such a nasty little slut aren't I?"

   No sooner had I said that and I realized how quickly I had transformed
myself from the Dominant of her Daughter to a dirty little girl for Mommy.
Then I just sucked harder and drank down more sweet warm milk as she
continued to play with my pussy.  I reached my arm around her back and
pulled her in even tighter.  I was so enjoying the comfort and security
that this play was giving me.  I continued to suckle and moan both from the
comfort along with the arousal of my pussy and clit.  Again she withdrew
her nipple and slid down a bit and gave me a very passionate kiss and more
tongue than I knew anyone to ever have.

   "Well my little Girl has been so naughty tonight.  Do you mind if Mommy
rapes your gorgeous ass little one?" I used my hand to pull her head even
closer and we swapped tongues again with great passion and heat.

   "Oh please Mommy do fuck and rape your little girl and do it hard,
Mommy. I want it rough."

   Truth of the matter was that yes I did want something hard lodged inside
of my ass and putting it there roughly sounded like such a splendid idea.
Finally I reached down between her legs and felt where now Mommy was
packing.  Using my fingernails lightly I stroked Mommy's thighs and she
opened her legs slightly releasing the rubber cock.  Although I could not
see it I did feel where it was definitely thicker and possibly longer than
the one I had used on her Daughter earlier.  I stroked it a few times and
kissed Mommy again.  I slid myself over and got on all fours.

   "My ass is waiting for you Mommy, please give your little slut a hard
ass fucking and rape it as well."

   "Gawd, you are such a nasty little thing.  I love the way that you talk.
Yes, I do plan on fucking you hard as I love raping the willing." I felt
what I assumed was some cool lube on my dark brown hole and then a finger
soon to be replaced by two.  "You feel tight baby but something tells me
you will be wanting to take all of the cock that Mommy can give you."

   "Yes Mommy I am tight and I am your little whore.  Fuck me and fuck me
good!"

   With that I felt the tip of the rubber cock opening my ass up so that I
could be violated.  Slowly I felt the slow thrusts as Mommy penetrated my
willing ass.  I was quite sure that I had taken bigger but this was filling
me up so nicely.  As Mommy entered my ass more I began slowly thrusting
back into it.  I felt as Mommy grabbed me by my ponytail and jerked my head
back.

   "Is this the type of raping my little Girl wants?"

   "Yes Mommy and please do it harder and rougher Mommy."

   I felt her free hand slap solid against my ass and then another and
another until my ass was burning and the rubber cock was fully in.  I was
moaning and becoming delirious again.  This was just feeling so fucking
good.  We were now in tune with each other and our timing near perfect. 
Each time I thrust back the strap on thrust in, its entirety into my now
gaping ass.  I was not sure as to how long this rape scene had gone on
between my new Mommy and me but I could feel my pleasure building up.  I
had grabbed a pillow and my hands were trying to shred it, the pleasure was
so great.

   "Is my little Girl ready to cum for Mommy?"

   "Oh yes Mommy I can feel my cum is very near.  I so love being able to
cum while Mommy is raping my ass." The thrusts were now harder and the hair
pulling more defined.  I knew that I was near so I blurted out to Mommy,
"That's it Mommy fuck me for the whore that I am!  Slap my ass Mommy, give
me that bit of pain to help increase the power of the orgasm you are giving
me."

   I wanted to use one hand to play with my clit, but I knew that was not
necessary as I would soon find myself orgasm.  So I continued to moan and
sigh and enjoy it all as I attempted to shred the one pillow.  Like someone
who had not had a climax in ages I began to bellow and then letting out
nice yelps and more.  Mommy felt me bucking almost out of control and
pulled me in even tighter.  Not being able to move my ass totally impaled
by the rubber cock and her fist full of my hair having me jerked back, my
cum arrived and I began to shudder.  I shuddered and shuddered for what
seemed like forever.  My ass was now feeling so full and I was enjoying
every inch of the rubber cock.  I could no longer sustain myself in my four
point position.  I slowly let myself collapse atop the bed.  Sensing what I
was doing Mommy went down with me keeping my ass filled with rubber cock.

   "Thank You Mommy that was beyond divine.  Gawd my ass feels so wonderful
filled with your rubber cock."

   All I heard was Mommy lightly saying, "Sssshh little one."

   I drifted off to sleep for a couple of minutes but I also knew my duty
as I had been trained well over the years.  I worked the cock loose out of
my now swollen ass and went down on it.  Like the dutiful person I now
found myself being I licked and sucked the rubber cock until all of my ass
juices were gone.  Once I was finished there I found myself unbuckling the
harness just like her Daughter had done with me earlier that evening. 
Pulling the harness and rubber cock aside I let it fall to the other side
of the bed and returned to my Mommy.

   "Thank You sweetie Mommy very much appreciates what you just did.  Now
let me hold you and you get some well earned sleep." I closed my eyes as
relaxation soon took over.  It felt so good being cuddled like I was. 
Before drifting off to sleep my mind asked me, I wonder if they are willing
to adopt me or even just kidnap me and use me like they want to?

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