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 Acquisition 33/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   The dress Pam wore was amazing.  In fact, the sight of Mrs.  Pam
Henderson entering the restaurant caused conversation to stop and every
male over the age of 12 to watch her glide across the room, dutifully
following Bess who strode in with her athletic gait, as if she owned the
place.

   The dark blue silk dress clung to every curve.  There were no breaks in
the smooth material indicating any elastic.  Simply because there was no
cloth, no snaps, or elastic under the dress to disrupt the lines.  The hem
fell to Pam's instep, but side slits opened and closed to above mid thigh
as the housewife walked.  Flashes of soft, toned white skin appeared and
disappeared as the two women headed for their table.  As Pam passed gawking
diners the completely backless dress showed her flesh to the top of her
rounded buttocks.  Mercifully for Pam the dress did cover the top of the
crack between her undulating ass cheeks.  From the front, the now deeply
scooped neckline exposed the tops of Pam's breasts almost to her deep red
nipples.  The silky material slid over the hard and itchy tips of those
glorious tits.

   The exercise routine Pam endured for Bess (and, more and more, for
herself) had paid off.  Even though Pam was 37 years old and had nursed two
children, her toned and strong muscles held her boobs high and proud. 
Their fullness also helped- despite their size Pam was able to go braless.
A feat most wives and mothers her age couldn't claim.  Pam's 'rack'
displayed in this sophisticated but sensuous dress was appreciated by all
the men, and made most of the women in the restaurant jealous.

   In moments the two women were seated by a very attentive maitre d'.  To
Bess' delight the two women were on the receiving end of the attention of
every unattached man in the restaurant.  Drinks, notes and offers for
dinner arrived continuously at the table.  Some of them from men who had
snuck away momentarily from their dates or wives.

   "Oh this is wonderful, Pet.  Do you see the attention you get?  Well,
which of these nice men should we give the pleasure of our company?"

   Pam didn't reply.  While she wasn't as nervous as the last time they had
gone out, Pam was concentrating on keeping her back straight so that the
dress didn't gape open and give the waiter or every passing man a clear
view of her chest.

   "Well, I like the two nice men who bought us our drinks.  They looked
very nice and well dressed.  Let's invite them to our table." Without
giving Pam time to reply Bess waived at the two men to come to the table.
The men smiled brightly, but Bess really enjoyed the crestfallen look on
all of the others who were not chosen.  She was really enjoying her role of
bitch dom.  It came naturally to her.

   The men sat at the table and ordered another round of drinks.  Bess
noted with satisfaction that the man seated next to her used a "platinum"
credit card to pay for them.

   "Well what do you think of my Pet, gentlemen?" Bess made no attempt to
hide the nature of the relationship between her and Pam.

   The men nodded approvingly.  Bess continued, "She is married, but when
she is with me, she does what I say and wears my ring.  Show them Pet."

   A blushing Pam looked at her lap, but immediately held out her hand
displaying her sign of subservience.

   There was no longer any question about ownership of the housewife. 
Pam's complete loss of personal decision making was now a simple fact of
life.  Not just in Bess' house, but anytime, anywhere the two women were
together.  The control even was becoming pervasive in the rest of Pam's
life and indirectly the entire Henderson family.

   "Where is her husband?" one of the men asked.

   "I wouldn't let her out of my sight if I was married to her," the other
added.

   Bess laughed.  "Well, he is a bit of a bore.  So Pet and I like to go
out on the town ourselves.  Don't we, Pet?  Answer properly now."

   "Yes Miss Bess," was the weak and self-conscious reply.

   The drink glasses were delivered and quickly emptied.  Some small talk
was made.  The waiter returned to take their order.  Bess smiled up at him.
She had made her decision.  "Can you keep this table for us for about 45
minutes, we need to go do something."

   The waiter looked around nervously.  The men looked puzzled.  Finally
the waiter said, "Well we are pretty busy....  Um, I mean we're not
supposed to hold tables."

   "Well Mr.  Waiter, if I make it 'worth-your-while' will you hold the
table?"

   "Umm...  I guess, how much?" the waiter queried.

   "No No, not money," Bess answered in her best 'take charge' voice. 
Continuing she said, "look we will only be gone for 45 minutes," then
looking the two men that sat at the table, she caustically added, "Well,
maybe only 30 minutes.  For that my friend will lean over and all during
our meal you'll get to look down her dress at her nice titties.  Show him,
Pet."

   The three men were mesmerized, everyone held their breath and looked at
the housewife.

   "Go on Pet, I want you to show off, SHOW HIM YOUR TITS...  NOW!" Bess
growled.

   Pam raised her eyes and looked at Bess.  Without taking her eyes from
her neighbor she leaned forward, curled her shoulders and tugged on the
material of her dress.  Two bright red nipples popped into view.  Bess
smiled back at Pam and said, "that's a good little Pet."

   "Shit, look at that," the man seated next to Pam croaked.  The waiter
dropped his order pad and pencil on the floor.

   The clattering of the falling pad and pencil jerked everyone from their
frozen state.

   "Yes, ma'am.  I can hold this table.  God I wish I could hold those
tits," the waiter finally got out.

   Bess laughed, "Well depending on the service you give us you might get a
tit 'tip'."

   Bess turned to the men seated with them, "If you boys will pay for a
suite in the Hyatt Hotel next door Pet and I will spend the next 45 minutes
with you.  I can't wait to make love to one of you.  How about you, Pet?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess," Pam said surrendering completely to Bess' will.  "I
will make love to one of them."

   "No Pet, I will make love, you are just going to fuck.  You know how
much you like to fuck!"

   In moments the two grinning men, arm-in-arm with Bess and Pam, were
gliding out of the restaurant while the waiter stared open-mouthed after
them.  Across the parking lot the four walked to the hotel.  The two lucky
strangers quickly paid for a room and as the elevator door slid shut both
men put their arms around the two women.

   "Don't be groping us here in the elevator," Bess angrily ordered,
causing the men to drop their arms and look at the floor sheepishly like
two little boys caught with their hands in the cookie jar.  "Pet and I have
a long night ahead of us and I don't want our clothes wrinkled."

   Once inside the hotel room Pam sighed with relief when she saw two
double beds.  She had been afraid that the four of them would all be
together in one bed.  While she knew that she would follow Bess' orders,
Pam still had all of the moral reservations she ever had about her actions.
"Thank goodness none of this was her fault, after all she was just doing
what 'Miss Bess' wanted," the housewife thought to herself.

   "Pet, take off that dress and hang it in the closet.  We want to stay
neat for the rest of out evening now, don't we?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess," was the reply as Pam immediately opened the closet
door and retrieved a hanger.  With some difficulty the housewife was able
to shinny out of the tight, clingy dress.  Her actions caused her tits and
ass to bounce invitingly as the two men, still fully dressed, enjoyed the
show.

   Pam stood naked, being viewed by the others who were fully clothed.  As
usual, despite herself, she found that she was thrilled at her situation,
naked and vulnerable, a specimen to be studied and appreciated.  Her red
nipples tingled and her clit ached to be rubbed.

   "Damn, look at the body on that bitch," one of the men exclaimed.

   "You bet your ass, I'm gonna love sticking it into that fine piece of
meat," the other exclaimed, as he began to scramble out of his clothes. 
The men were much less concerned about their clothes and in moments two
nice hard cocks were on view as the men laid back on their respective beds.

   Pam stood naked except for her thigh highs and heels, waiting for Bess
to tell her what to do.

   "Come help me out of my clothes Pet.  Be sure to hang them up
carefully."

   Pam stood by her neighbor and with trembling fingers began to undo the
buttons and snaps of Bess' clothes.  It took much longer for Bess to get
naked.  She was wearing a lot more than Pam had been.  But shortly the two
women, one short and wiry, the other tight and voluptuous, stood at the
foot of each bed.  The man before Pam reached down and grasped his hard
cock.  He swung it from side to side and with a growl said, "come and get
it slut." Pam involuntarily licked her lips and looked over to Bess.

   "Go on Pet, suck and fuck to your hearts content.  You and I both know
that you need it bad.  Don't we?  Tell me you need it bad!"

   "I need it bad, Miss Bess."

   "Well tell me thank you and give him the fuck of his life."

   "Thank you Miss Bess." Pam crawled onto the bed between the man's
outstretched legs.  In moments Pam's red lipsticked lips had the head of
the stranger's cock captured and the groans from the naked man indicated
that the housewife was using all of the cock-sucking talents she had
recently discovered.

   "God, she is such a horny slut," Bess exclaimed as she straddled the
other man.  "Come-on stud, lets see if you can satisfy me." Bess grasped
the other hard cock and lowered herself onto the throbbing member, but she
never took her eyes from her Pet's bobbing head as it worked up and down
the stalk on the bed next to her.  Bess felt her tight pussy filled as she
bottomed out.

   Pam released the cock she was sucking and slithered her way up the man's
body.  She allowed her hard red nipples to trail up his thighs, belly and
chest.  The stimulation provided some relief from the itching, but Pam was
desperate to relieve the need between her sculptured thighs.  "Fuck
me...fuck me..." the housewife hissed as she fumbled with the saliva slick
cock, her groping hands trying to force it into wet slit.  The man, in
wide-eyed shock at the beautiful woman's need, grabbed his cock with one
hand and, spreading the bright pink pussy lips with the fingers of his
other hand, arched up and planted his hard flesh deep into Pam's open maw.

   Pam's juices coated his fingers.  "My God, this slut must be a nympho,"
the man exclaimed as Pam's guttural moans filled the room causing Bess to
stop churning her own hips and stare slack mouthed at what she had created!
Pam's ass was a blur as it stroked up and down, her pussy clenching and
riding the hardness in wild abandon.  It took only moments for the man Pam
fucked to shoot his hot load of jism into the housewife.

   "NO...NO...I need more...," Pam wailed as she felt the softening cock
begin to shrivel.  The housewife jumped of the man and literally leapt at
his groin.  "Stay hard...I ...need more...PLEEASE," and her mouth engulfed
the cock, still slick with cum and her own juices.  She sucked hard and
long trying to coax another erection form the man.

   Bess laughed and returned to her own pleasure bouncing up and down
bringing herself closer to her own orgasm.  She looked down at the man she
was riding and commented, "your friend doesn't have much staying power does
he?" Both Bess and the owner of the cock that was planted deep in her tight
pussy laughed and then picked up their pace.

   Bess had been right; it was only 30 minutes from the time they had left
the restaurant until the two women were walking back in.  Bess smiled and
said, "See Pet?  A flash of your tits and that waiter would have held the
table all night for us." The two women had dressed, freshened their
make-up, and wiped the oozing jism from their well used cunts.  The men had
left the key to the room with Bess; neither of them thought that they would
need it anymore, but Bess figured that Pam would probably get some more use
of the beds this evening.

   The two women slid back into the chairs and in a flash the waiter was
beside them.  "Are you ready to order now, ladies?"

   Bess ordered for both of them, not even acknowledging Pam in the
process. The waiter scurried away after looking down the front of Pam's
dress.  Bess smiled at her possession and said, "isn't it nice when I make
all these decisions for you Pet.  You don't have to worry your empty little
head about anything.  Just sit and look pretty.  That's all you ever need
to do."

   "Miss Bess, I'm...I'm..."

   "What Pet, tell me!"

   "I..I...He didn't...."

   "What Pet?"

   "He..  didn't last long enough to make me...Ummm..  finish."

   "You mean cum, Pet?  You didn't cum."

   "Yes..I mean no...  Oh!  Miss Bess, I need to cum."

   At that moment a distinguished looking gentleman in his early 40's
approached the table.  "May I buy you ladies a drink?" he queried in a deep
smooth voice.

   The waiter was directly behind him with Bess and Pam's salads.

   Bess laughed, "No we don't need a drink, but waiter can you hold the
table for another 30 minutes?"

   10 minutes later Bess sat back in a chair of the hotel watching Pet. 
Bess was fully dressed, Pam wore only her thigh-highs.  The distinguished
looking gentleman had a surprisingly thick cock.  Pam could hardly get it
in her mouth.

   "That's enough sucking Pet," Bess exclaimed, "we don't want this one to
lose his load too soon do you?  Why don't you get on your hands and knees,
Pet?  You always have a big orgasm when you fuck doggie-style." Pam
scrambled onto all fours and waved her ass at the man.

   The distinguished looking man realizing that he was being used.  He
decided to use back, so he reached under Pam's torso and grabbed a tit in
each hand.  Then, using Pam's breasts for handles, he plunged himself home.
The housewife's buttocks quivered as the thick shaft opened her pussy and
his balls slapped against her red sensitive clit.  He ground his belly in
circles against Pam's ass, effectively reaming out the housewife's pussy
and loosening it up for his large member.  Once he felt that the cunt was
stretched enough, he began to stroke long and hard.  "Damn," he thought,
"she does have a sweet cunt.  It is wet, tight and buttery."

   Bess smiled.  This time Pam was getting fucked rather than doing the
fucking.  Pam liked to be controlled and Bess had no doubt that the
housewife would have her much needed orgasm with this thick cocked
stranger. Bess was content to watch; her libido was never that great and
the sex she had had earlier was more than enough for her.  Besides, she
really got off on controlling her Pet now.  Even Bess was beginning to
really think of Pam as a plaything now, a possession.  Actually it was
approaching the feeling of slave ownership in Bess's mind.

   Bess watched and thought, Pet will be satisfied this time.  This man
knew how to fuck.  Bess made a note to get his phone number before they
went back to the restaurant." Pam screamed in orgasm, but the man kept
plunging in and out.  "Yes Pet would be satisfied this time," Bess grinned
to herself.