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 Acquisition 14/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   By the time Pam got the girls home from school she was in tears from the
pain of having to sit and drive her car.  She had to remain standing most
of the afternoon and evening.  In the bathroom that night she looked at her
ass in the mirror.  It was still red and had some splotches of darker color
that were becoming bruises.  A constant reminder of her subservience to
"Miss Bess."

   That night Bill noticed that Pam was distant, but when he asked she
simply said that she would miss him when he went on his trip.  Bill bought
the lie and Pam felt guilty about deceiving him.  But she found that it
wasn't hard to do.  He was so trusting and naive, just the way Pam was, or
used to be.

   The next afternoon Mr.  Odom and his two retired friends played cards on
the picnic table.  Pam smiled to herself when she saw the men from her
kitchen window.  She knew that she wasn't going to be going to Bess' until
later.  Tonight she wouldn't rush over.  She would make sure it was
completely dark.  And she would sneak over, staying in the shadows. 
Putting one over on the evil old man made her feel good.

   Clyde Odom was pissed off.  He had gotten his friends to come over,
promising them a sight that they wouldn't believe.  When Pam didn't show up
all afternoon his cronies finally went home, giving the old man a hard
time. Well, he would have to do something about this.  He made plans to go
over to Bess' house himself and find out what was going on.

   After dinner Pam did the dishes, then told her family she was going to
visit Bess.  She caught herself before she said, "Miss Bess." She walked in
the dark as far away from Mr.  Odom's house as she could.  Fortunately,
Bess hadn't put on her outside lights.  She quickly stripped off her
clothes and entered the house.  Clyde Odom had picked the wrong time to go
to the bathroom.  He missed his show.

   Inside the back door Pam once again found the dildo and lubricant
waiting on the table.  Not wanting Bess to find her on the floor again Pam
checked the window to make sure Mr.  Odom hadn't come over, then simply
raised her right foot and placed it on the table top.  The exercises and
stretching had made her flexible.  Pam carefully lubricated the dildo and
inserted the tip between her exposed pussy lips.  Having her leg raised so
high Pam's cunt was stretched and very tight.  She had to push hard to get
the dildo to sink into her.  It felt incredible but she finally managed to
work most of its length into herself.  She dropped her foot to the floor
and the dildo just seemed to disappear completely into her.  Her cunt
gobbled it up.  The full feeling was wonderful and Pam walked easily into
the living room, the rubber tube rubbing back and forth with the sway of
her hips.

   Bess was sitting at her desk writing on some papers.  "Oh, Pet.  You're
here.  Have you put 'Mr.  Friendly' where he belongs?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "I'm so proud of you for remembering.  Come over here and show me."

   Pam walked over next to the desk.  "I can't see anything Pet.  Where is
it?"

   "It's there, I promise, Bess.  I mean 'Miss Bess'."

   "Show me, Pet."

   Pam lifted one of her legs to the desk top and reached down between her
thighs.  Placing a finger on each of her labia, she gently peeled back her
pussy lips like the petals of a flower.  Bess looked deeply into the
exposed pink inner lips.  Nestled comfortably between them, covered with a
sheen of moisture, she could make out the blunt end of the flesh colored
rubber cock.

   "Oh wonderful, Pet, you can walk around and do your chores with it
inside of you.  I could never do that.  Your pussy is just made for
fucking, isn't it?"

   "I...  don't...  I'm not...  "

   "Pet, say it," Bess' voice becoming harsh, "Say, 'my pussy is made for
fucking.  My cunt loves to be full.' Say it."

   "Miss Bess...  I...  don't want...  "

   "Bitch, if you don't say it I'm sure your ass would not be able to stand
another session tonight.  And...  if you do say it, then you can go to your
room and make yourself cum.  You know you want to."

   Pam looked at Bess with surrender in her eyes, "My pussy is made for
fucking."

   "And what else!"

   "My cunt loves to be full." Pam sniffed back embarrassed tears.

   "Good Pet.  Now go to your room and play with yourself.  After you are
finished, come back down with your heels on.  We have some directions to go
over.  Leave 'Mr.  Friendly' in your room, I will want your full attention.
I won't want you distracted by your 'fucking cunt'."

   Pam lowered her leg and silently padded up the stairs to her room.  In a
few minutes, Bess could hear moans from a porno video on Pam's TV.  Shortly
after, she was able to make out a series of small gasps from her
possession.

   Bess organized her papers and waited for the click of Pam's heels on the
stairs.

   Pam was soon seated next to Bess and a long set of instructions
followed. Pam was given a list of food to buy for herself and her family
and for Friday night's slumber party.  Then another list with clothes to
wear.  A schedule for Pam for the next several weeks.  Bess told Pam to
bring some "old rags with her tomorrow right after school, and make sure
that a few of the rags are some of Bill's old tee-shirts."

   Finally Bess told Pam to make love to her husband tonight, since he was
going to be gone for a few days.  When Pam asked, "What if Bill doesn't
want to?" Bess told her that it didn't matter and she should do whatever it
took to have sex with him.

   Pam went home after slipping her clothes on.  She breathed a sigh of
relief when she didn't see Mr.  Odom.

   Later that night in bed, Pam took the initiative with Bill.  After
reaching into his pajama bottoms and fondling his penis to hardness, she
rolled over on top of him.  In the dark Bill didn't notice her red nipples,
but when they hung over his face as Pam bounced up and down on his stiff
cock, he sucked them into his mouth.  They were still so sensitive from the
dye that Pam cried out and shuddered through several orgasms.  Bill enjoyed
her new aggressiveness in bed.  He didn't ask what had gotten into his
wife, he just enjoyed the change.  As for Pam, she could feel the
difference between the large dildo that she had become used to, and Bill's
shorter and thinner cock.  But she liked his penis' warmth and enjoyed the
searing jism that he shot into her.  That was a feeling that 'Mr. 
Friendly' just couldn't provide.

   Bill left for work the next morning with his suitcase.  He would be
flying out after lunch so Pam said her good-byes to him at the front door
after breakfast.  He told her to have a good few days and he would see her
Sunday afternoon.  Then he kissed her playfully and said, "I can't wait
until Sunday night!"

   Pam actually blushed at the comment.  With her husband she still felt
like the shy uncertain housewife and mother.

   After school Pam checked her lists from Bess and, gathering up some old
rags and making sure that there were several old tee-shirts, headed to
Bess'.  Even though it was only a few minutes after noon, there was no sign
of Mr.  Odom or the other men she had seen yesterday.  She called for 'Miss
Bess' when she entered the house naked.  The dildo was not in its usual
place at the back door.  Finally she heard Bess calling her from the
kitchen.

   Bess was filling a bucket with hot water and soap in the kitchen sink.
"Oh, good, Pam.  You brought the rags.  Since we are going out on Saturday,
I want to wash my car.  You'll be busy with the girls later and Friday is
the slumber party, so I though we would wash it today.  The car is parked
in the driveway."

   Pam had a panicked look on her face as she glanced down at her nudity.

   Noticing Pam's fear, Bess said, "Oh, don't worry I wouldn't have you go
into the front yard like that.  You might get arrested."

   Pam breathed a visible sigh of relief.

   "Pet, leave the rags here with the bucket and lets go get something for
you to wear."

   Bess jogged up the stairs.  Turning at the top she watched the naked Pam
trying to keep up, her flesh bouncing and jiggling as she mounted the
steps. Bess waited at the door of Pam's room.  She had changed the sign on
the door to read "My Pet's Room".

   "Do you like it love?"

   "I guess so, 'Miss Bess'."

   "Well, I just wanted to be accurate.  You are my Pet aren't you?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "Good, now why don't you put on your white jogging shorts and tank top.
We wouldn't want to get any of your good clothes dirty washing my car."

   Pam followed the instructions.  The clothes covered her but she would
have to be very careful about moving, because her tits would have the
tendency to flop out of the armholes of the top.  The material of both the
nylon shorts and top were so light that without panties or a bra Pam still
felt almost naked.

   "We won't bother with sneakers.  We wouldn't want to get them wet. 
Besides, it's warm enough outside to go barefoot.  Now let's go wash my
car, Pet."

   The two women, now clothed in similar shorts and tanktops, headed to the
kitchen to get sponges, the rags that Pam brought, and the bucket of sudsy
water.  Bess had Pam carry all of the items as she led her through the
garage.  Bess opened the garage door out into the bright sunlight of the
front yard.  Bess' car was parked in the driveway.  Since it was only a
little after noontime on a weekday, the street was quiet.

   Bess pulled a garden hose from the side of the house and proceeded to
rinse off the car.  She left the hose on and let it run onto the front
yard. Then she went back into the garage and got a lawn chair.  She sat in
her front yard next to the hose in the chair.  Turning to Pam she said,
"OK, get scrubbing, Pet; my car is very dirty."

   Pam realized that she would be washing the entire car herself, with Bess
using the hose to keep it wet and rinse off the suds.  "Oh well," she
thought, "It's the least I can do for Miss Bess.  And it is a nice day."
She could feel the sunshine on her bare shoulders and legs.  It felt warm
and delicious.  Even Bess stretched out on the chair to take advantage of
the warm noonday sun.

   Pam began to soap up the hood of the car with the sponge.  As she leaned
forward her unencumbered breasts swung and heaved under her.  As she
feared, they would pop out of the arm hole of her tank top.  Then her
breast would disappear only to have the other breast pop out on the other
side.

   Bess laughed at Pam's dilemma, "Looks like you can't control those
things, my Pet.  I'm glad I don't have big tits like you to worry about."
The gentle rebuke made Pam scrub even harder and her tits danced in and out
of the sunlight.  Fortunately the street was empty and Pam didn't think her
sometimes exposed breasts would be noticed at a distance.

   That all ended when a car pulled up to the curb in front of Bess' house.

   It was an old Caddie convertible driven by one of Clyde Odom's friends.
Clyde and his other card playing partner were also in the car.  The three
old men congratulated each other on finally finding the sexy housewife. 
Clyde called out to Pam, "Hey, Mrs.  Henderson.  How about washing my car?"

   Pam didn't respond and kept her back to the men.  She also slowed down
her movements, making sure that her breasts stayed covered.

   Bess rose and walked over to the car, "What are you gentlemen, and I use
that term loosely doing out this fine day?"

   Odom replied, "Well, you know us retired men.  We are always on the
lookout for good looking women.  I see you have help with your car today."

   "Yes, Pam and I are going out this weekend so she offered to wash my
car. So, Odom, you won't be seeing anymore of her until next week."

   "Hey listen, I brought my buddies to see that fine looking piece of ass.
They were disappointed yesterday and I looked awful foolish.  How about
having her go out into the back yard and changing her clothes?"

   Bess thought about it for a while, "No, Odom, I've got to get my car
washed, but if you sit right here, I'll see if I can get you a little show.
Do these old farts know the rules?"

   "Oh Yeah, they won't say a thing.  Jeez, you gonna have her do it right
here in the front yard?"

   Bess laughed, "You boys just settle down and enjoy.  But when I say to
leave, you leave.  Understand?"

   "Yeah, we understand," was the chorused reply.

   Bess walked back to her chair.  "Pet, you missed a spot on this side."
The spot Bess indicated would force Pam to be in a position exposed to the
men.  She slowly moved to where Bess pointed then leaned over and began to
rub the sponge on the metal.  Her left tit popped out and the three old men
cheered.  Pam held one arm across her chest, holding her breasts in and
rubbed with the other.

   Bess called out, "That spot is pretty dirty, Pet; use both hands on the
sponge." Pam looked at Bess with a pleading in her eyes.  Bess responded
with two words, "Do it!"

   Pam grasped the sponge with both hands and was very slow and deliberate
in her motions hoping to keep her tits covered.  She was successful until
Bess said, "Rub harder and faster, Pet.  We don't have all day."

   Pam knew better than to object and with a look of resignation on her
face began to move the sponge faster.  The object was accomplished, and Pam
blushed in humiliation as her tits popped out of the tank top.  The three
old men started cheering from the convertible which was parked only about
15 feet from Pam.

   "God, look at those babies.  I have never seen nipples like that
before." The comments went on and on.  "I'm getting a hard-on." On and on
the men went, heaping humiliation after humiliation onto the housewife.

   Bess decided to up the stakes a little further.  Motioning the men to be
quiet and that she had a plan, Bess went up to Pam and said, "Pet, those
men are awful, teasing you about your tits.  Let's get something else to
put on that will confine you a little better.

   Pam smiled through the tears.  She should have known that Bess would
help her.

   Bess led Pam over to the pile of rags Pam had brought from home to dry
the car.  "Let's see, Pet, I know that there are a couple of Bill's old
tee-shirts in here." Bess pulled out one from the pile that had sleeves.

   "Thank goodness", thought Pam, "Wearing that tee-shirt, I'll be
covered."

   "Pet, you go into the garage, out of view, take off the tank top and put
on Bill's old tee-shirt.  That should quiet those dirty old men.  Your body
just excites them so much.  I can't blame them for wanting to see you.  But
I know how uncomfortable it is for you.  Now you should be able to finish
my car without having to hold your boobs."

   Pam retreated into the dark corner of the garage.  She could hear a
chorus of, "Come back.  Don't go away.  The car isn't finished," coming
from the men.  Quickly she pulled off the nylon tank top and pulled on
Bill's old tee-shirt.  It was baggy but the sleeves hid the sides of her
breasts and she wouldn't have to worry about them falling out.  The shirt
was a little thin.  A faint redness was visible at Pam's nipples but since
the shirt was very loose it didn't look bad.  Pam felt much more
comfortable and walked out of the garage with confidence.

   The men cheered when Pam reappeared.  And for a moment Pam actually
caught herself feeling pleased.

   Bess stood waiting, holding the garden hose, "Back to work, Pet.  The
car has dried off a little; stand back while I hose it off again."

   Pam stepped back and Bess directed a stream of water over the car.

   Some of the water splashed on Bess' legs.  "The cool water feels good;
Pet, stand next to the car and let me rinse off your legs."

   Unsuspecting Pam stood next to the car.  Bess directed the hose at her
feet.

   "Doesn't that feel good?"

   "Yes...  "

   "Yes...  what?"

   Pam looked at the three men who were within earshot, then looked at the
ground, ashamed, and answered, "Yes, Miss Bess."

   Bess directed the water onto Pam's calves, "Does that feel good?"

   Quietly, "Yes, Miss Bess."

   The stream crept up to Pam's thighs, wetting the hem of the shorts. 
"Does that feel good?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess, but it's a little cold."

   The three men in the car were silent as they watched the drama play out.

   "Turn around, Pet."

   Pam complied, facing away from Bess.  The stream of water was directed
onto Pam's nylon covered ass.  The thin material became almost completely
transparent with the soaking of the hose.  Pam's buttocks were revealed in
stark relief.  "Does that feel good?"

   "NO...  No...  It's cold and...  and...  "

   "Shut up Pet.  I need to hose a hot little bitch like you down to keep
you cool, don't I fellas?"

   "OH yeah!  Hose her off.  Spray the bitch," became the chorus from the
men.

   "Turn around, Pet."

   Pam slowly complied and the front of the shorts was soon soaked.

   "Look at that brown pussy.  Damn, I can see her cunt right here in the
front yard.  Man, I'd like to lick that cunt," became the new comments.

   Inevitably Bess raised the hose and the tee-shirt that Pam thought would
cover her became her worst nightmare.  It clung to every inch of her
abdomen and became almost as transparent as the shorts.  The redness of her
nipples was shocking, even muted slightly by the thin material.

   Pam stood next to Bess' car virtually naked.  Except that she was still
wearing clothes.
   "Now you should be cooled down, get back to washing my car."