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 Acquisition 12/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   On Monday, anxious to see what Bess had bought for her, Pam went to
Bess' immediately after her school day was over.  Also, knowing that she
would have to disrobe outside, she wouldn't have to worry about her girls
being home.

   Once at Bess' backdoor Pam slipped off her clothes and stepped into the
house quickly but not as frantically as before.  She was getting used to
the routine and Mr.  Odom got an eyeful while sitting at his kitchen table.
He decided to get out the picnic table right then.  He knew, seeing the
woman's clothes hanging on the hook beside the door, that Mrs.  Henderson
would be coming out the door as naked as she went in.

   Once inside Pam rushed up the stairs to her room.  She needed to get her
heels on but she also wanted to find out what presents she had.

   Bess was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.  "Hello, my pet,
you're here early!  Are you anxious to see me today?"

   "Oh Bess, I'm so excited, I've been itchy and on edge since last night.
I don't know why.  I guess I'm excited about seeing what you bought for
me."

   "Well, let's go see your closet.  It's beginning to get quite full."

   Bess draped an arm around Pam's naked waist.  As they walked to the
door, she said, "Stand up straight, suck in your stomach, shoulders back. I
need to keep reminding you about posture, don't I Pam?"

   "I...  I...  I'm sorry, Bess.  Please don't be mad.  I can't stand it
when you are disappointed in me."

   Bess dropped her hand to Pam's ass and squeezed hard.  "Pam, I work so
hard for you and buy you things.  I expect you to follow my directions. 
You know how I want you to look.  Well, I don't want to ruin our fun, so
you behave now and let's enjoy seeing what presents you have."

   Pam crossed to her closet and opened the doors.  She immediately picked
up the heels from the floor and strapped them onto her feet.  As she bent
at the waist Bess slowly caressed the billowy ass of her possession.  She
really felt like Pam's ass belonged to her.  Beautiful buttocks to touch,
caress or paddle at her whim.  Bess even let her fingers run down the crack
between the fleshy globes.  Bess was gratified when Pam simply went about
the task of putting on the shoes without even looking up to see what Bess
was doing.  "I am beginning to get her trained," Bess thought.

   Pam stood up straight.  Now she was a foot taller than her neighbor. 
She was careful to keep her shoulders back and red tipped breasts thrust
forward.  Then Pam looked with glee into the closet.  On hangers was the
original workout outfit she had yet to wear.  The white silk nightgown. 
The white nylon jogging shorts, sports bra and tank top were folded on a
shelf.  Hanging at the end of the closet was a sheer white silk blouse, a
short black skirt, and a formal looking red dress.  On the floor were Pam's
sneakers and another pair of 4 inch heels, their red hue matching the
dress.

   "Oh my!  All for me, Bess?"

   "Yes, my pet.  I also have some thigh high stocking to match these
outfits, in your dresser."

   "What about underwear, Bess?  My stuff from home won't match these nice
things."

   In an authoritarian voice Bess responded, "Pam we don't want to ruin the
look of these clothes with panty or bra lines.  Why do you think it is so
important for you to be nice and firmed up?  You won't need to wear
anything under these clothes after we get a few more pounds off of you."

   "Can I try them on?" Pam asked, like a child at Christmas.

   "Sure.  First let's put on a pair of your new stockings."

   Pam sat on the bed and removed her shoes while Bess opened a drawer and
pulled out a pair of black hose with a lacy elastic top.  Handing them to
Pam, Bess watched as the housewife crossed her legs to reach her feet with
the stockings.  Bess smiled as Pam had to spread her legs to reach her
toes. There it was!  Just peeking out from behind its hood, a bright red
spot.  Pam's clit looked slightly engorged.  Bess knew that with very
little stimulation the bright red bud would stand up and be very
noticeable. Pam was careful not to run the stockings.  After she had them
both on she stepped back into her heels and was ready to try on clothes. 
While waiting for Pam to finish with the stockings Bess popped a porno
video into the little TV.  "May as well keep her turned on," Bess thought.

   Bess handed Pam the white blouse and black skirt.  Pam loved the feel of
the expensive, silky blouse against her skin.  The dress, while short, was
very nice.  Bess had purchased very nice clothes.  She wanted Pam to look
sexy, not cheap like a streetwalker.  She wanted Pam to help her attract
well-to-do, sophisticated, powerful men, not low-life, blue collar bums.

   Pam looked at herself in the mirror.  The clothes felt wonderful as
expensive clothes usually do, but the skirt only reached mid thigh and the
bright red nipples that Pam now sported were clearly visible through the
blouse.

   "Bess, I don't know, I'm not sure if I can wear this anywhere.  I mean
this would be OK for a single woman, who was still young, but..."

   "God damn it, Pam..." Bess interrupted in a harsh voice, "This is the
thanks I get?  I spend my money..." Bess shook her head in mock anger. 
"Pam, I'm disgusted with you.  Hang up those clothes!  This party is over."

   Bess stomped to the door, then, looking back at a crestfallen and teary
eyed Pam said, "Come downstairs after you put the clothes back, and bring
'Mr.  Friendly' and some KY Jelly with you."

   Bess stomped her way downstairs to punctuate her displeasure.

   In just a few minutes Pam was gliding down the stairs wearing only her
heels.  She looked like a little girl who had just been scolded by her
mother.  A big titted, naked, obscenely sexy little girl.  She was greeted
by Bess, holding the paddle.  Bess snatched the dildo and lubricant from
Pam's hand and said, "You ungrateful bitch, assume the position over the
arm of the couch."

   Pam sniffed back a tear and draped herself over the stuffed couch arm.
Bess smacked Pam's ass repeatedly with the paddle, stating, "You must do
what I say Pam...  You know that I will take care of you.  Never... 
never...  never question me." Each word was punctuated with a smack of the
paddle.

   Pam's ass was beginning to color and she was squirming under the
barrage. Bess could tell that Pam was getting wet between her thighs.  Bess
kicked Pam's legs further apart with her foot.  While Pam moaned from the
punishment, Bess leaned down and squirted some lubricant onto the dildo
and, reaching between Pam's legs, tried to insert it into her.  The
position was awkward.  Paddling with one hand and trying to find the
opening to her cunt was impossible.  Frustrated by her clumsiness, Bess
finally told Pam to reach under her body with her hand and guide the dildo
into herself.  Pam, crying in shame, embarrassment and pain, did as she was
told and guided the slick rubber cock into her cunt channel.  It slipped in
easily.  Pam adjusted her position on the arm to get more comfortable. 
Standing behind Pam, Bess continued to paddle but she smiled to herself. 
She could see only an inch of the flesh colored dildo extending out of
Pam's labia.

   She spanked Pam several more times then got the strap that she used to
bind Pam and tightly bound Pam's arms behind her back.  Pulling Pam to her
feet she ordered the housewife to walk around the room with, "...proper
posture, and you had better not let 'Mr.  Friendly' slip out or you will
get your ass whipped even harder."

   Standing, Pam tried to make herself fully erect.  Her shoulders were
strapped back, pushing her tits out, but she had to remain slightly bent at
the waist.  The hard phallus in her cunt put pressure on her insides and
she didn't think she could straighten up completely.  Bess yelled, "Stand
up straight!" Pam tried, but in doing so the tightness of her stomach
muscles and angle of her very wet vagina forced the 8 inch dildo half-way
out.  Now she was able to stand up straight but had to flex her cunt
muscles to hold the dildo and keep it from slipping all the way out."

   With sweat breaking out on her forehead Pam begged, "Bess, it's going to
slip out.  What do you want me to do?"

   "That's better Pam.  I like it when you ask me what to do.  Don't let it
slip out or you'll pay."

   "Bess, with my arms tied I can't reach it, help me."

   "Pam, why don't you just straddle the arm of the couch and push it back
in yourself?  I think if it goes all the way in you will be able to hold it
better."

   Pam did as she was told.  When she spread her legs to mount the couch
the dildo slipped out another inch.  It almost fell from her wet snatch. 
But by flexing her vagina as hard as she could the slipping phallus stopped
and hung two thirds out of her furry box.  Carefully Pam rested the base of
the fake cock on the arm and slowly lowered herself down.  It slipped
easily back into her.  When her sensitive clit came in contact with the
rough material of the couch Pam moaned and rubbed her pussy against the
furniture fabric.  The dildo disappeared completely into the housewife. 
She had been fucked with this dildo many times by Bess so its size and
shape were familiar.  Pam's pussy accepted the phallus as if it were an old
friend.

   Pam had a small orgasm, then tried to stand again.  Again, once she
stood straight the dildo slipped out of her from the internal pressure. 
Pam remounted the couch arm and pressed the cock back into herself.  Again
she stood and the dildo slipped out again.  But this time Bess noted that
not as much of the fuck toy appeared at Pam's outer labia.  Pam remounted
the arm and pressed the cock back in.  The process was repeated several
more times.  Each time Pam rubbed her sensitive and itchy clit on the couch
fabric, giving herself little electric like jolts.  Finally, Pam stood
erect and none of the dildo could be seen.

   "Very good, Pam.  You are getting used to it, aren't you?"

   "Yessss, Bess, I can feel it up inside me.  I can keep it in now by
holding it with my...  my..."

   "Your fucking cunt, Pam.  Say it!  Say 'my fucking cunt'."

   "Oh, Yessss, My fucking cunt...  my fucking cunt."

   "Good, now walk around the room.  Lets play 'naked housewife on parade'
and keep 'Mr.  Friendly' deep inside you.  See if by walking you can make
yourself cum, Pam."

   The housewife began to slowly walk around the room, with Bess swatting
her on her ass with the paddle as she passed by.  Pam learned to walk
easily, and only had to mount the couch arm once to push the dildo back
into herself.  That happened when she had a particularly strong orgasm.

   After several long minutes of the 'parade,' Bess had Pam stop.  She
unbound the housewife's arms and told her to sit next to her on the couch.
Bess hit the remote control and the ever present porno video began playing
on the big screen TV.  This particular video was a 'gang-bang' story with a
lot of close-ups of cocks sliding into a well-used pussy.

   Bess held Pam close and enjoyed the feeling when Pam wrapped her arms
around her in a loving and contented manner.

   The two sat silently only half watching the movie.  Bess reached down
and probed Pam's pussy, trying to find the blunt end of the dildo.  Feeling
Bess' searching fingers Pam contracted her cunt and an inch of the cock
popped into Bess' palm.  Bess smiled at Pam and said, "Very good control
Pam." Bess then gently took control of the dildo and slowly began to run it
in and out of her friend.  After a few minutes Bess withdrew the rubber
cock and placed it in Pam's hand.  Bess pushed down her shorts and panties,
kicking them off of her feet.  Bess spread her legs and moved Pam's hand
over to her cunt.  The dildo was slick with Pam's juices, so when Bess used
her fingers to spread her pussy lips Pam was able to insert it easily into
her friend.  Bess let her hand drop back onto the couch and said softly,
"That's right, my pet, fuck me with it."

   Pam didn't hesitate.  She wanted to give Bess pleasure.  Whatever
reservation she had at one time about Bess' sex organs had disappeared in
the desire to make her friend, her director-- dare she think the word?  her
master-- feel good.  Pam was happy now to stoke the cock into Bess, just
the way that Bess had done to her.

   It was a sweet surrender for Pam.  Another bridge had been crossed.  As
she gently manipulated the cock in and out of Bess, Pam found herself
rubbing her own dark red and sensitive nipples with her free hand.  Both
women closed their eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

   Bess reached a small orgasm and leaned over and kissed Pam on the cheek.
Holding Pam's hand with her own, Bess removed the dildo from herself and
directed it back to Pam's still open thighs.  Pam, understanding, inserted
the dildo back into herself.  It was wet with Bess' cunt secretions and Pam
felt that in a way, with their juices mingling inside of her, that they
were sharing something very precious.  Pam stroked herself several times,
then Bess again directed her hand with her own and guided the dildo back to
her own gaping pussy.  Several more stokes inside of Bess then back again
to Pam.  Now Pam understood what Bess wanted.  So as Bess sank lower onto
the couch and shifted so that the two women's legs were entwined with cunts
next to each other, Pam began to move the dildo back and forth between the
two open and sopping fuck holes.  Pam would stroke the dildo deeply into
herself and then into Bess.  Back and forth plunging into each open hole.
Pam got a rhythm and began moving faster and faster.  The dildo almost
seemed to be getting warmer from the friction of the two clinging pussy
walls Soon both women were screaming in orgasm.  Dropping the dildo, Pam
and Bess hugged each other hard, enjoying the special moment.

   After a few minutes of recovery the two naked women, still holding each
other, looked at the TV.  The movie showed a busty blond licking a large
cock from hairy balls to pre-cum covered tip.  Bess reached down and picked
up the dildo that lay gleaming with wetness between the four tangled legs.
Bess held it up to Pam's face and slipped the wet pungent tasting tip into
Pam's mouth.  Bess slid the head of the cock in and out slightly then ran
its length across her neighbors pursed lips.  Pam immediately began to lick
the wet female ejaculate from the rubber tube.  Laving her tongue over the
rubber.  Licking every sweet tasting inch.  Bess smiled and reached down to
find Pam's sensitive red clit.  "I wonder just how depraved I will be able
to make this woman?" Bess thought as Pam stiffened her body as Bess' finger
found the tender red bud that was tingling the housewife constantly now.

   A few minutes passed.  The Bess put her panties and shorts back on and
instructed Pam to do some mundane housework chores for her.  Including
cleaning the stains from Pam's cunt on the arm of her good couch.  The
women talked as Pam worked.  Pam told Bess that the girls were excited
about the slumber party on Friday night and that she didn't need to get a
sitter for Saturday because the girls were going to stay at the house of
one of the girls they invited on Friday.  The kids were going to make a
weekend of it.  So Pam would have all day Saturday until Sunday afternoon
to spend with Bess if she wanted her to.

   "Yes, my pet!  Of course I want you with me.  I want you with me as much
as possible.  We will have so much fun together."

   Soon it was time for Pam to go and pick up her daughters.  Bess walked
with her to the back door.  On a table next to the door Bess placed the
dildo and the tube of KY jelly.  "Pam, you were able finally able to keep
'Mr.  Friendly' inside of you.  And you seem to be so itchy in your cunt
these days, I think I need to help you some more.  From now on, after you
come inside, I want you to put him inside before you do anything else.  You
should be able to do all of your chores and exercises and keep him buried
inside of you with no problem.  Maybe it will help with your itch." Then in
her demanding voice she added, "Do you understand?"

   Pam looked down and quietly said, "Yes, Bess."

   Pam turned to go out the door, looking out at the bright sunshine she
saw a reflection a short distance off.  Looking more carefully she realized
that old cantankerous Mr.  Odom was sitting at a picnic table a backyard
away looking intently at Bess' backdoor.  Pam jumped away from the window.

   "What's wrong, Pam?"

   "Bess, I can't go out there.  Mr.  Odom is sitting, watching your
house."

   "That old pain in the ass!  Stay here Pam, I'm going to see what he is
doing.  You just wait right here until I get back."

   Pam stepped further away from the door and Bess opened it and stomped
purposefully over to the old man.

   Pam shut the door and peeked out the window.  She couldn't hear what was
being said, but both Bess and Mr.  Odom were talking with animated
gestures.

   At the table two strong willed people were having verbal combat.

   "You old goat, Odom.  What are you doing spying on my house?"

   "Hey, I don't know what you and your sick friend are up to, but I'm
still on MY property.  I can do any damn thing I want to."

   "I think you're a 'Peeping Tom,' Odom.  I have half a mind to call the
cops and get a restraining order on you."

   "My, My, that is the pot calling the kettle black.  I've been subjected
to Mrs.  Henderson's nudity right in my own house, looking out my own
window.  I'm the one who should call the cops.  After all, there are public
decency laws in this city."

   "Well, it looks like you haven't called anybody.  You're just getting
your jollies at Pam's expense."

   "That's right, but unless you want to explain what the hell is going on
in your place, I wouldn't call anybody if I were you.  In fact, I was
thinking about calling your ex.  I'll bet he would like to know about your
new relationship.  He might be able to get off the alimony hook.  If what I
think is going on in there really is."

   "You son of a bitch, Odom.  You can sit there all you want.  You aren't
gonna see another damn thing.  I'll put up a big fence if I have to."

   "Hey, why go to that expense?  I'm not going to hurt anybody.  And if
you let me watch Mrs.  Henderson's comings and goings, I won't say anything
to her husband.  It would be a shame to bust up that nice family.  Those
two sweet little girls and all.  But maybe I should tell somebody.  How fit
a mother can she be, parading around your back yard naked as a jay bird?"

   Bess hated to be gotten the best off, particularly by an old man like
Odom.  But her affection for Pam and the girls made her vulnerable to his
pressure.

   "OK, Odom, I'll tell you what.  You don't say anything to anybody about
this and you can sit at your table and watch, but remember this sword cuts
both ways.  One little bit of trouble or a single word from you and I'll be
having a nice talk with your bitchy wife about your liking to look at your
female neighbors.  I know that she can make your life a living hell."

   Odom thought to himself, his wife already made his life a living hell.
"All right, it's a deal.  I get to see her coming and going, and I won't
say or do a thing.  But can you slow her down a little?  She is so fast, I
hardly get to enjoy the view."

   "Yeah, on one condition.  Before she comes out you check to make sure
nobody else is around or looking.  Then give us the thumbs up sign.  I'll
slow her down, and you, you old bastard, will have a real treat for your
eyes."

   "It's a deal!" The old man and the dominator of Mrs.  Pam Henderson
shook hands.

   As Bess walked back to the house, she thought, "This might work out OK.
Getting Pam to be seen naked by other people than herself or Scotty was
probably a good idea.  It would break down more of the housewife's
inhibitions.  And old Clyde Odom wasn't likely to cause any real problems
for them.  Now, I just need to get Pam to agree.  Hell, she doesn't need to
agree, she will do it because I tell her to."

   Pam soon found herself standing naked in Bess' open back door.  Clyde
Odom had given the thumbs up sign that the 'coast was clear'.  Pam,
following Bess orders and completely humiliated, stood naked under the old
man's gaze.

   Pam was blushing and crying softly.  Bess had told her to do this, she
had no choice, but why?  How could Pam ever think of herself now as
anything but an exhibitionist.  Why would Bess share her like this.  Bess
had explained her conversation with Mr.  Odom, but there had to be another
way.

   As Pam stepped down onto the patio, Bess stood in the door and said,
"See?  It's not so bad.  Think of the pleasure you're giving that old man.
You are making his day.  Hell you're making his year.  This is what you are
good for, Pam.  Everyone loves you and wants you, you know that.  Stick
your tits out for him.  Be proud of your body.  It's the only real gift you
have, you know.  This is wonderful; enjoy the opportunity to do something
nice for me and Mr.  Odom."

   Bess twisted the knife in Pam's psyche, tearing her self-confidence down
and building it back up as a sex object.  The housewife responded by
throwing her shoulders back and dressing slowly.  Letting Odom enjoy the
moment.  She was still humiliated, and she couldn't make herself look up at
the old man seated at the table.  But she got through it.  She even smiled
to herself when Bess said from the door, "I'll bet you gave him a hard-on.
See you tomorrow, Pam." Still blushing, Pam walked on weak legs to her own
home.  She was grateful when her door shut behind her, hiding her now
clothed body from the burning eyes of Mr.  Clyde Odom.

   "Damn, the tits and the nipples on that bitch were incredible," thought
Mr.  Odom as he shifted in his seat.  He felt his old wizened cock stir a
little and that hadn't happened in months.  Bill Henderson was sure a lucky
man, married to a piece of ass like that.