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 Acquisition 31/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   After she fixed her family breakfast and kissed them goodbye at the
front door, Pam headed up to her bedroom to take a shower and grab a couple
of hours of sleep.  She had already called the school director saying that
she needed a "sick day" due to a stomachache.

   As the hot water washed the mud from her back and legs, Pam thought
about the anonymous cocks that had filled her pussy and mouth just a few
hours earlier.  It had been so dark she hadn't been able to see the men
attached to the hard throbbing members.  Just unknown penises spurting
their cream into her.  Pam realized that she didn't care who was on the
other end of those pleasure-giving tubes of flesh.  She just wanted more.
She would tell 'Miss Bess' that today.  She was ready to experience all the
things that she had denied herself for all of these years.  She pushed
thoughts of Bill and her girls to the back of her mind as her fingers
played across her pussy.  Her thighs quivered and stomach fluttered as she
began to strum her red clit.  The housewife reached up and turned the
shower massage head onto pulse mode.  Then she leaned back against the wall
of the shower and let the hot water pound in machine-gun spurts onto her
pussy, bringing her to a quick orgasm.  Her ragged breath came in sharp
gasps as her quivering body slid down the side of the shower.  As she sat
under the water and came back to consciousness, she looked down at her
naked body.  Her red-tipped breasts were the first things she saw.  "I am
sexy," she thought as her mind began to analyze her 'new' self.

   "I am a sexual person," Pam thought, "In the past I felt as if my body
was a gift meant only for my husband.  A gift I owed to my legally married
spouse.  But he doesn't know how to use the gift.  'Miss Bess' has shown me
that my body is a wonderful thing, to be used and enjoyed.  And I will use
it however my owner wants me too." The housewife had completely
surrendered. Her neighbor had broken the last barrier.  Pam Henderson would
willingly do whatever Bess wanted.  And she would enjoy it all.  The
training was complete!  From shy, dowdy, conservative housewife; to an
owned possession- a slut, a fuck toy who men desired for her body and
wanton innocence- in 3 short months.  A fuck toy that danced to the tune of
her sadistic and dominant neighbor.

   Later that morning Pam was roused from a two-hour nap by the incessant
ringing of the bedside phone.  She wondered why she awoke with her own
finger in her pussy.  With her mind in the shadowy world between sleep and
consciousness, she realized that her dreams had been of countless cocks
fucking her, one after another.

   "Hello," the housewife slurred after picking up the ringing phone.  Her
head was still partially back in the dream with a multitude of spurting
cocks.

   "Pet, get up and get your ass over here.  NOW!" The line went dead.

   Pam felt a shudder run through her and she became instantly awake. 
"'Miss Bess' must have something wonderful planned today," Pam thought as
she pulled on shorts and a tee- shirt for the short walk across the yards.
The housewife didn't bother with a bra, panties or shoes.  She would be
taking it all off in a few moments anyway.

   Walking out of her back door, Pam enjoyed the feel of her bouncing tits
under the rough material of the tee shirt.  Her nipples were hard and made
little points in the fabric.  Not surprisingly, Mr.  Odom and the other old
men were working around Bess' house in the garden.  "With all the yard work
the men had done at Bess' house over the past few days, Bess would probably
win "Yard of the Month", in the subdivision," Pam wryly thought.  When the
old men saw Mrs.  Henderson approaching, they wasted no time scampering to
the privacy enclosure.  They didn't want to miss seeing their voluptuous
neighbor naked.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Henderson," Clyde Odom sneered in his raspy superior
voice. "Taking a day off from the kiddies?"

   The presence of the men no longer bothered Pam.  In fact with her new
attitude, she would be happy to display herself for them.  "Give the old
goats big hardons," Pam thought, "It would serve them right."

   "Well, I see that you men are working hard."

   "You bet, I'll trim a bush any time I can get to look at yours.  Let's
see your goodies."

   Pam thought to herself, "Miss Bess is right, men would do anything for a
little pussy."

   "OK boys, time to see what you have been working for," Pam laughed and,
grasping the bottom of her tee shirt with both hands, pulled it up and over
her head in a fluid motion.  Her breasts, now unconfined, bounded and swung
enticingly for the men.  Getting into the exhibitionism of the moment, Pam
even shook her shoulders, purposefully causing her beautiful mature tits to
jiggle and bounce against each other.  Then the housewife laced her hands
in front of her body, squeezing her breasts together and creating a deep,
exciting cleavage.  The housewife was learning very quickly how to use her
assets to their fullest.

   "Shit, would you look at that!" one of the old men exclaimed.

   Pam giggled, "Want to see more, boys?"

   A chorus of "Yeah, take it off.  Let's see your ass." immediately
erupted from the old men.

   Pam turned sideways, displaying her shapely profile to the men.  Her
breasts had very little sag as a result of Bess' workouts.  In fact, it was
the large mass of Pam's tit flesh that caused gravity to pull them down
rather than looseness or weakness.  Her stomach was now flat with only the
hint of roundness below her navel.  Pam slowly bent at the waist.  She was
now in the classic pin-up pose.  Pam's calves and the back of her thighs
were pulled tight.  With her torso parallel to the concrete patio the
housewife's red tipped tits hung towards the ground, full, round and
beautiful.  Pam placed her hands on the elastic waistband of her shorts and
began wiggling her hips and pushing the shorts over her flaring hips.  Her
legs pumped, ass churned and tits swung.  Teasingly her ass and pussy came
into view.

   Clyde Odom came in his pants.

   Bess watched the show from the back door.  "Christ," she thought, "Pam
makes me want to fuck her." Bess smiled, "This is even more than I hoped
for."

   Bess picked up the dildo and K-Y jelly from the hall table and walked
out the door onto the patio steps.  "Pet, it looks like you have lost your
shyness, so hop up on the picnic table and really give them a show." Pam
was startled at the new voice- along with the men, who were completely
engrossed by the now completely naked housewife.  They looked up and saw
Bess, with a cruel smile on her face, stepping onto the patio.

   Bess walked over to the table and placed 'Mr.  Friendly' and the jelly
on the closest corner.  Pam blushed and the men stood with their mouths
open.  But the housewife didn't hesitate.  Without saying a word, Pam
crawled up onto the table, flashing her ass at the men before sitting
cross-legged in the middle of the table top.

   Bess and the men crowded around the table.  They all could see the
wetness forming in the crease of Pam's genitals.  "Boys, Mrs.  Henderson
has become one hot little slut!  Haven't you Pet?"

   With her eyes downcast, but without reservation Pam replied "Yes, Miss
Bess."

   "Fuck yourself, Pet.  Fuck yourself for these men."

   And she did!

   The dildo was quickly smeared with clear lubricant and its rubber tip
nestled between the outer folds of Pam's cunt.  The housewife laid back on
the table and allowed her legs to fall off each side.  She was spread open
for her audience.  Pam looked up at the blue morning sky, she felt no shame
or fear, she only felt the desire to please Bess and fill her cunt until
she had a glorious orgasm.  The presence of the men and being outside in
the bright morning sunlight didn't matter.  Surprisingly, the audience made
her pleasure even greater.  Pam pursed her lips and hissed "AHHHH" as she
slid the fake phallus deep into herself.  It fairly leapt into her
accommodating pussy.

   Pam stroked lazily in and out with the dildo, her delicate hand gripping
the blunt end firmly.  As her vagina became used to the movement and the
friction on her fuck channel walls built, she began to thrust more rapidly
with deeper strokes.

   "Jeez, look at her go!"

   "God, she's doing it!  She's fucking herself."

   The men crowded around the spread legs of the housewife, their heads
inching forward, so close that Pam could feel their ragged breath on her
thighs and closely cropped pubic hair.

   As she built towards an orgasm, she began pumping her hips off the table
to meet every thrust of the cock.  The men had all fished their cocks out
of their pants and were stroking their ancient cocks in time with the
masturbating housewife.

   Pam thrust her hips one last time.  Her hands fell to her sides grabbing
the edge of the table, her ass completely off the table, the dildo three
fourths buried in her sweet pussy.

   Pam screamed out her orgasm while weak pulses of cum dripped from the
men's cocks onto the patio.

   "I ain't never been so close to a fine looking bitch like this playing
with herself," one of the men exclaimed.

   Bess smiled and helped a recovering Pam off the table.  She withdrew the
dildo and with her arm around her Pet, led her into the house.

   Bess tossed a comment back over her shoulder to the men, "Put your
pricks back in your pants and finish up my gardens.  And don't forget to
clean up the mess you made on the patio." Then the two women disappeared
into the house, leaving a grinning trio of old men to their work.

   Forty-five minutes later Pam was dressed in one of her short skirts and
white blouse, with high heels and a ring that said "Pet" on her finger. 
Nothing more.  The two women were walking into the shopping mall.  "We need
to get you something for a party on Friday night," Bess explained.  "Bill
will be out of town, right?"

   "Yes Miss Bess."

   "Good, I want to show off my Pet."

   Pam's stomach did flip-flops and her groin tightened; she couldn't wait
until Friday.  But she knew better than to ask Bess about the party.  Bess
would tell her when she was ready.  Pam knew that Bess liked to tease her
'Pet'.  "This teasing is worse than being spanked with the paddle," Pam
thought.  "Actually, I like the paddle," Pam thought with a small grin.

   As Bess steered Pam into an elegant dress shop she asked, "Have you been
taking your birth control pills and vitamins?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "Following your diet?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess"

   "Good, what is your current dress size?"

   "8 to 10, Miss Bess."

   "Well I think you can squeeze into an 8,and in a couple of more weeks
you might make a 6-8."

   "Miss Bess, it's my chest...I mean my tits ...  and my hips."

   "Well I don't mind big tits and big hips as long as your stomach and ass
aren't fat."

   "Yes Miss Bess, I'll work harder on that."

   "Good, now lets find you a sexy elegant dress."

   An hour later with a dress bag in-hand the two women entered a shoe
store.

   Bess hadn't been able to expose Bess at the dress store, but as a
handsome young shoe clerk ushered the women to a group of chairs, she
decided to have some fun.

   "Young man, we want some high heels to match this dress," Bess said,
opening the bag and showing him the dark blue material.

   "I think I have something," he replied with a dazzling smile.

   "Not for me, for her," Bess said.  "And you better measure her feet, she
has lost some weight lately and her size may have changed."

   Pam blushed at Bess' comment.  The young clerk with the name tag "Lance"
on his shirt settled in front of Pam on a low stool and gently took hold of
her right foot.

   "Lance?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Doesn't she have beautiful feet?"

   "Why yes, she does."

   "How old are you, Lance?"

   "Why, I'm 24.  I hope to be store manager in a few years."

   "Such a nice young man.  You must be aggressive, a real go-getter to be
management material at such a young age."

   "Yes ma'am.  I won't let anything stand in my way."

   "Lance, look at my friend's legs.  Aren't they nice as well?"

   "Yes, beautiful," and the young man ran his hand onto Pam's ankle and
lower calf.

   Pam's breath was coming in short bursts.  She tried to hide her growing
excitement.

   Lance finally let go of Pam's lower leg and took her foot measurement.

   "Let me see what I can find in a 9b midnight blue."

   "Good Lance, you do that.  We'll just sit here and watch you," Bess
drawled with emphasis on 'watch'.

   As Lance turned away Bess leaned over and whispered in Pam's ear, "Pet,
such a handsome young man, I'll bet he has a nice big strong cock.  Let's
find out, OK?"

   Pam gasped, but felt her nipples harden making points on her shirt.

   "Miss Bess, I bring the girls to this shoe store."

   "Pet, that's OK.  Think of the great service and discounts you'll get
when Lance becomes manager.  Just do what I say.  UNDERSTAND!"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   Bess reached over and folded Pam's short skirt back on itself exposing
most of the housewife's thighs.  Pam had kept her legs locked together
since she wasn't wearing panties, but Bess wormed her hand between Pam's
knees, separating them about an inch.  Pam continued to squeeze her legs
together until Bess said, "Leave your legs that far apart, he won't be able
to see much."

   Bess removed her hand and glanced around the empty store.  She spied
Lance returning with three shoe boxes.

   Pam looked at the floor, hard nipples and a rapidly moistening pussy
belied her embarrassment.

   Lance entered her vision and sat, placing the shoeboxes next to Pam.

   "Lance, I'll bet you didn't know that my friend is 38 years old.  She
could almost be your mother.  Have you seen nicer looking legs on anybody's
mother?"

   Lance visibly gulped, "No, these legs are nicer than most of the young
women I date."

   Pam couldn't help but feel a burst of pride.  Bess, never wanting to
miss an opportunity added, "Did you hear that?  I told you that you had
great legs!  Let's make sure we have the right shoes to show them off. 
Lance, lets try the first pair.  Please put them on for her."

   Lance was only too happy to get a chance to hold Pam's skin in his hands
again.  Gently lifting her leg with his hand under her calf he opened the
first shoe box and pulled out a blue pump with a moderate heel.  As he
lifted the leg further to place the foot into the shoe, he swore that he
could catch a brief glimpse of skin at the woman's crotch.

   Bess leaned forward and, placing her hand on Pam's other knee, said, "Oh
No, Lance.  That shoe is something that an old lady would wear.  We need
more heel and an open shoe with only straps holding it on." As Bess rocked
back into her seat she pulled on Pam's knee, widening the distance between
the housewife's legs.

   Now Lance was sure that he could see the flesh between the woman's legs.
She wasn't wearing any panties.  Lance had been flashed before while
waiting on a customer.  But always in the past it was a quick glimpse, and
never by a beautiful blond like this lady.  Usually it was some old fat
broad or skinny pimple-faced teenager.  And this was not a quick glimpse,
he was staring right between the legs of this lady and there was no attempt
to hide herself.  From where he sat this was one fine looking pussy staring
him in the face.

   He opened the next box and pulled out another shoe.  This had a higher
heel, but was still an enclosed shoe.  He slipped it on the foot in front
of him and noticed that the shapely leg was trembling slightly.

   "I can't see the shoes well enough," Bess exclaimed, "Your skirt is in
the way." That could hardly be the truth, Pam's skirt was already above mid
thigh.  But Bess had her excuse.  She reached over into Pam's lap and
simply pulled the hem of the skirt all the way up to her Pet's waist.  The
housewife was fully exposed.  Pam trembled and closed her eyes.  The young
man's mouth hung open as he stared at the pussy that was now revealed in
the garish fluorescent light of the store.  Bess gave both Pam and Lance a
change to catch their breaths then leaning forward again she placed a hand
on each of Pam's thighs.  Bess couldn't believe how hot the flesh beneath
her fingers was.  Tiring of the game Bess simply pried Pam's legs apart
opening the housewife's cunt to the view of anyone who happened to walk
past.  Lance could now see not only the triangle of pubic hair but also
Pam's inner pussy lips that were engorged and poking out of her clam shaped
outer labia.  The red bud clit was also peeking into view.

   Bess leaned forward and whispered, "Nice pussy, huh Lance?A"

   Both Pam and Lance groaned.

   "Those shoes still aren't good enough.  Do better, Lance, and you'll get
a special treat," Bess teased.

   Lance's hands visibly shook as he removed the shoe.  He had difficulty
getting the last box open.  He slipped it on Pam's foot.  It was open toed
with straps that need to be buckled.  He did so with trembling fingers, his
eyes unable to look away from the pulsing pussy, scant inches from his
face.

   As he finished with the buckle Bess leaned forward once again and placed
her hand over the young man's.  Slowly she drew his hand up Pam's leg... 
to her knee...  to mid thigh.  Then she slowly guided the hand to Pam's
inner thigh and up a few more inches so Lance's finger tips were almost
touching the tender mound of flesh between Pam's legs.

   "Isn't it nice having a handsome stranger touching you, Pet?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess," was the hissed reply.

   Bess leaned over and, without disturbing the tableau, whispered
something in Pam's ear so Lance couldn't hear.  Then she leaned back and
smiled an evil grin...  Waiting.

   Struggling to get the words out.  Pam spoke in a soft voice.  "If you
unzip your pants and show us your cock...  you can put your finger inside
of me."

   Bess giggled as Lance's face reddened.  But he quickly glanced around
the store to see if any other customers had entered.  The store was empty.
Traffic in the store didn't pick up until noon and they were seated at the
back of the store facing away from the door.  Several rows of chairs and a
shoe display were between them and the wide open mall storefront.  An
occasional shopper passed the opening.

   "Go on, Lance, don't you want to feel her beautiful pussy?  I can
promise you it's real wet and warm, just show us your cock.  I'm sure it's
nice and hard after looking at her cunt.  Go on, unzip.  Let us see what
you are packing."

   Lance glanced around, assessing the danger.  Seeing none and wanting to
feel this beautiful older lady's pussy, he used his free hand to struggle
with the zipper.  But he did have a hard-on, and sitting on the low stool
made it impossible to get the zipper down.  Finally he muttered "what the
hell," and slipped off the stool onto his knees.  Kneeling, he was still
hidden behind the chairs but now he could straighten out his zipper and get
it down.  The sound of the zipper teeth made an audible sound in the quiet
store.  The only other noise was Pam's and Lance's heavy breathing.  There
was the occasional noise from the mall.  A child crying or shopper hurrying
past, but that only made the situation more exciting for Bess.

   Lance reached into his open fly and struggled to get his hard cock out
of his underpants and through the opening.  He finally managed it and with
pride he let go of the hard flesh, feeling the cool store air blow across
his penis.

   "Oh my, Lance.  That sure is a nice one.  So long and hard," praised
Bess.  "Tell him how nice his cock is, Pet."

   "You have a nice cock," Pam mumbled, her pussy now wet from shame,
excitement and- upon seeing the cock- lust.

   "OK Lance, you did your part, slip a finger or two into her.  In fact,
if you go nice and slow you can probably get three or four fingers into
that wet cunt.  Go on give it a try."

   Pam closed her eyes and waited.  "I'm so wet," the housewife thought, "I
hope he is gentle and I can cum."

   Bess, reading Pam's mind, said, "Pet, no orgasms until I tell you,
UNDERSTAND?"

   Lance's index finger ran between her puffy labia.

   "Yesssss, Missss Besssss," Pam hissed, and she slid down in the leather
chair at just the right time to capture the young stranger's finger in her
cunt up to the second knuckle.

   Lance, surprised by her movement, began to slowly worm his finger in and
out.  His cock was getting even harder if that was possible.

   He was surprised when the skinny lady reached down and hefted his cock.
Her hand was cool and hard as it squeezed his hot member.

   Lance looked around the store once more then placed his middle finger
next to his index and pushed both into the very wet cunt.

   Sliding down on the chair had caused the back of Pam's skirt to ride up
past her ass.  The housewife was completely naked from the waist down,
except for one shoe.

   "Try three fingers Lance," Bess suggested as she began to pull firmly on
the hard cock in her hand.

   Pam moaned and Lance obediently made a triangle with his index, middle
and ring finger.  The three digits easily slid back into Pam.

   "You're such a slut, Pet, your pussy is sweet, but with all the recent
activity you must be as loose as a $20 whore.  Go ahead, put your pinky in
her too, Lance." Bess squeezed hard on his cock, making him gasp.

   Lance folded the four fingers together and found that he could get all
the fingers in.  The tight ring of her cunt prevented his hand slipping in
past his knuckles, but his thumb was now bumping against Pam's clit. 
Lance's hand was soaked with Pam's juice.

   "Don't cum until I tell you, Pet."

   Pam's breath came in loud gasps and her hips were thrusting up off the
chair.

   Bess reached over and pulled Lance's hand from Pam's pussy.  The
housewife let out a plaintive cry of protest.  "Nooooo, Please, I...."

   Bess stood up, and since she had a firm grasp on Lance's throbbing
member he was forced to rise with her.

   "Shut her up, Lance," and Bess pulled Lance by the cock next to Pam's
head.  She grabbed Pam's nose between the fingers of her free hand and
guided the cock to Pam's open gasping mouth.  Pam continued to moan loudly.

   "Stick your cock in her mouth and shut her up." Lance didn't even care
about who might come into the store.  He grabbed a handful of blonde hair
and thrust himself into the open mouth of the beautiful middle-aged lady.

   Pam did what she had been trained to do.  Despite the need for her own
orgasm she began to suck the strange cock, using all the tricks that she
had been taught.

   Bess stood back and watched the scene.  She laughed to herself, "Pam
will do whatever I want now.  I think it's time I teach her how to lick
pussy.  She will hate it, but having her eat me will be the final act of
her subservience.  Besides, I can never get men to go down on me, Pam will
be a good substitute."

   Bess noticed that Lance's thrusts into Pam's mouth were becoming more
frantic and she saw his ass tighten.  "He's about to cum," she thought.

   "Swallow his sperm, Pet."

   Hearing that, Lance went over the edge and began pumping jet after jet
of youthful jism in the greedily sucking mouth.  When Bess saw that Lance
had finished dropping his load into the willing mouth of her neighbor she
said, "Cum Pet, Cum for me NOW!"

   Pam came!  Yes she did!  With nothing in her cunt, with no stimulation
except the softening cock in her mouth, Pam had a blinding orgasm.  Simply
because she had been toyed with and shamed.  Simply because Bess had
ordered it.  Simply because the housewife needed it.

   Both Pam and Lance stood still, recovering.  Lance's soft cock slipped
from Pam's mouth with a pop.  He stood with his pink worm hanging out of
his trousers.  Pam sat, skirt around her waist, a wet spot on her blouse
where a drop of jism had escaped her mouth.  Both were breathing hard.

   The automatic door bell bonged, announcing the arrival of a fat woman
with three toddlers in tow.