Her New Name—Part 6

(panties/cum, FFM/F, nympho, relig, d/s, humil, subslave)

By SM

From Part 5: She was draped over a crossbar, her hands tied to another crossbar in front of her, her ass exposed to anyone who looked in her direction. The humiliation of her position made her cunt juices drip down the inside of her thighs. Someone touched the inside of her legs, prodding her to spread them wider, and she shifted them one at a time to position her high-heels several feet apart. Then, she was a bit startled to feel fingers on her pussy lips, stroking, teasing, pulling a bit sometimes—driving her wild.

She was spread over a crossbar, with cunt-soaked panties in her mouth, black panties on her head—on her face like a blindfold—with a nipple chain tormenting her, hanging down from her tits, a butt plug in her ass . . . and someone playing with her cunt. She was more aroused than words could describe.

They hadn’t even had dinner yet. The evening had just begun.

Kari’s mind went to the conversation that she’d had with herself earlier about what it would be like if someone commanded her not to cum. It occurred to her, that she might have it backwards—that she needed permission to cum in the first place. “I’ll have to ask when I can talk again,” since she had panties in her mouth at the moment.

She gasped a bit around the gag when the person playing with her cunt thrust a finger inside her, then added another. Two fingers in her pussy were quite arousing, but her excitement increased when they started pumping in and out. She groaned and tried not to cum, because she didn’t know if she could or not.

Her nipples started feeling like they were both a bit numb and on fire at the same time, which seemed to be a contradiction, but since she’d never had a nipple chain on before, she didn’t know what to expect in the first place, and so she could only assumed it was normal.

Suddenly, the fingers pulled out of her cunt, and she started feeling someone kissing and licking her pussy lips.

“Yesssssss,” Wendy said, “kiss her cunt deeply, like you would kiss a lover on the lips, Josie.” Now, she knew who it was, at least.

Josie put her arms around Kari’s thighs, and hugged her, kissing and French-tonguing her cunt like she would kiss someone’s mouth, just as Wendy had told her to do. Kari could feel the warm skin of Josie’s face rubbing against her ass cheeks and inner thighs and her tongue reaching into her pussy hole. Her tongue pulsed in and out, and Kari’s moans and heavy breathing grew louder and louder.

“Lisa, pull her nipple chain off.”

Kari’s mind was focused on the pussy-kiss, so she didn’t catch the significance of that, but suddenly, the pain in her nipples shot up and the blood rushed back in as the clamps came off. In spite Kari’s efforts to hold off her orgasm, she came intensely, moaning and whimpering around the panty-gag. Josie made slurping sounds as Kari’s cunt juices flowed between her thighs, and Kari knew that Josie’s face was getting soaked as she sucked Kari’s juices into her mouth.

“Hey, let me have some of that,” she heard Lisa say. Wendy replied, “Ummmmm . . . let Lisa have a turn, Josie,” and Kari felt them change places. Lisa didn’t waste any time diving in between Kari’s thighs and sucking and licking, making small sounds of enjoyment. Then Kari felt Josie begin sucking on one of her nipples, and she started building another orgasm.

“Hold off now, girls,” Wendy said after awhile. “Dinner is ready.” Lisa and Josie made disappointed whining sounds, but let go of Kari, and Kari felt the same way. Then Kari felt one of them take the panties off of her head, and the panties out of her mouth. Her newly uncovered eyes focused on Wendy, who was sitting on her wide armchair naked, with one leg propped up and her fingers in her pussy.

“Well, that was fun,” Wendy giggled.

“Yeah, Kari is very hot!” Lisa said, while Josie murmured her agreement.

“Uhm, may I go clean up?”

“No, Kari. You can’t wipe any of the cum juices off of your legs, and you aren’t allowed to wear anything to dinner besides your heels—and leave the buttplug in.”

Kari blushed at that, but didn’t argue, just did as she was told.

When she came back, they went to the dining room. Standing next to a table full of food was someone Kari hadn’t expected to see. It was Joe, of all people.

“You probably didn’t know, but Joe is our cook here,” Wendy explained.

“Hi, there,” Joe said, looking at her standing there naked except for her heels with cum juices running down her thighs. Kari saw his cock harden and push out against his trousers, and she blushed. But, he seated everyone, and started opening the lids on the food. Lisa started serving everyone drinks, and he told everyone what each dish was. Some of them Kari had never heard of, but she was feeling too exposed to ask about them. She had been seated between Wendy and Josie, and as soon as they sat down, she felt Wendy’s hand on her thigh, quite close to her bush. As the drinks and food was served, Wendy started stroking Kari’s thigh under the table, moving closer and closer to her pussy, all the while talking and joking with everyone as though nothing was happening under the table. Kari blushed at that, and had no idea what to do, so she started sipping her drink.

Josie was still topless and wearing only that micro mini-skirt that didn’t hide anything. Wendy had put a silky robe on that exposed most of her boobs, and Lisa was still wearing her ‘butler’ outfit, but without the panties. Kari was embarrassed to catch herself looking at Lisa’s pussy lips, remembering the taste of her juices from the panties in her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Wendy was stroking her pussy lips, dipping the tips of her fingers into Kari’s hole from time to time, and occasionally rubbing in a circular motion right over her clit area. Of course, it wasn’t long before Kari was on the verge of another orgasm, which reminded her of her question.

“Uhm, may I ask a question?”

“Sure, you may.”

“Uhm . . . am I allowed to . . . erm . . . orgasm any time? . . . or do you tell me when I can?”

Wendy giggled a bit, “Well, so far, you’ve been cumming without permission, but I know you need to be told what to do, so from now on, you can’t cum unless one of us tells you to, ok?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Uhm . . . what will happen if I cum without permission.”

“You’ll just get a bit more punishment, that’s all.”

They started to eat, chatting a bit about things, as though nothing sexual was going on. Wendy ate with one hand, while the other continued to rub and play with Kari’s pussy under the table. Kari was so turned on, that she knew her face was hot with arousal, not to mention the humiliation of sitting there naked with a buttplug in her ass. She tried to eat, but it was hard to concentrate on the food.

“Joe?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“I see you have a huge hard-on, come over here.” He moved over between Kari and Wendy.

“Kari, I see you’re not eating much, so how about some ‘sauce’ to help it taste better? Open his trousers and start jerking him off. When he cums, aim it at the food on your place, and I’m sure that will help,” she said with a lusty twinkle in her eye.

Kari felt the humiliation of that bizarre task rush up her face, but she did as she was told. As she was jerking Joe’s cock, Wendy pushed Lisa down under the table, instructing her to attend to her cunt. Kari could see Lisa’s head moving between Wendy’s thighs as she kissed, licked and sucked.

Joe must have been very aroused, because it wasn’t long before he grunted, and his thighs tensed—Kari immediately aimed his cock at her food, which he coated with cum. Kari couldn’t help but lick the last drops off of his cock, and then let go of him.

“Thanks! Hope that improves your appetite!”

“uhm . . . you’re welcome,” Kari replied. The thought of eating the food covered with his cum in front of her was sluttier than she’s ever heard of. Tentatively, she reached to her plate with a fork and took a bite of a cum-covered vegetable. She had to admit she loved the taste of cum, and to her surprise, it did taste good on her food. She realized that she was hungry after all, so she ate everything on her plate.

Lisa’s attention to Wendy’s pussy apparently sent her over the edge, and Wendy moaned and tensed up, obviously cumming. Then, she reached down and rubbed Lisa’s hair, and told her she could get up and eat. Josie had been enjoying watching Kari eat the cum-covered food, and reached over and started rubbing Kari’s thigh under the table like Wendy had earlier.

They sipped their drinks and chatted while Lisa ate, and Josie slipped a finger inside Kari’s pussy pumping in and out. Kari had to close her eyes and concentrate hard in order to avoid cumming, since she now had to wait for permission.

“M-M-Ma’am,” she stuttered.

“Yes, Kari?”

“M-M-May I cum?”

Wendy looked down and saw what Josie was doing, and laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she giggled.

“P-P-Please?”

“Oh, ok . . . I guess,” she sighed jokingly. Kari let herself go and almost fell face first into her drink as the orgasm hit her hard. Josie and Wendy laughed as they caught her and stopped her drink from spilling. When the orgasm finally faded, she was breathing very hard, and her thigh muscles were aching from clamping tightly around Josie’s hand. Josie finally extricated her fingers from Kari’s cunt and licked them, sighing happily.

“Have you had a sexy fun time this evening, Kari?” Wendy asked.

“ Yes, Ma’am. VERY sexy . . . and slutty . . . kinky.”

“Well, I guess you need punishment, then, or you’ll feel guilty about it.”

“uhm . . . yes, Ma’am.”

“Clear the table, Joe and Lisa, and tie her on it, . . . you know how.”

The glasses and dished were cleared quickly, and the table cloth was removed, replaced by another one, with a small pillow over on one side. They simply picked Kari up, turned her around and sat her on the edge of the table and laid her back, with the back of her head on the pillow. Joe reached up and pulled on a rope, and a couple of other ropes with wrist cuffs on their ends released to dangle from the ceiling. He buckled one on her left ankle, and Lisa did the same on her other ankle. Then, Joe reached under the sides of the tables and extracted some straps which he cuffed to her wrists and tightened them to stretch her arms out.

She was spread wide, with her legs pulled upward and out, her wet pussy exposed on the edge of the table.

Wendy reached into a drawer and pulled out a black string whip, the thin strands appearing to be sort of rubbery. She dangled the strings across Kari’s body, up and down, teasing Kari’s skin, whose eyes had grown very wide, feeling a bit scared.

“Now, I’m going to whip you with this to punish you for being such a slut,” Wendy told her. “With each stroke, I want to hear you confess who and what you really are, and then you count the strokes. So for example, I strike, and you might say, “I’m a slut! One!” or “I’m a whore . . . or a cunt, or whatever, then the number. Do you understand?”

“uhm . . . uhm . . . y-y-yes, Ma’am.”

“Ok, here we go.” Wendy brought the string whip down fairly lightly across Kari’s inner left thigh. Kari jumped and gasped at the sting, and then she said, “I’m a slut. Uhm, one.”

“This is a confession, slut, so I want to hear it loud and clear!” and she brought the whip down a little harder on her other thigh.

“I’m a . . . a cumslut, two,” Kari said a bit louder, sweating and breathing hard. The whip stung her across several inches of skin where Wendy struck, and it began to burn a bit afterwards.

“LOUDER!” Wendy brought the whip down on her right tit, and Kari stifled a scream. “I’M A WHORE!. Three.” Then, she whimpered as the stings were hurting more and more with each stroke . . . and on it went.

“I’M A COCK-SUCKER!, four.”

“I’M A SEX-SLAVE!, five.”

“I’M A FUCK-TOY!, six.”

“I’M A CUNT!, seven.”

“I’M A NASTY SLUT!, . . .” Wendy had worked over her tits and thighs and began whipping Kari’s cunt.

“I’M A CUMDUMP!, . . .”

“OW! I’M A SEX-TOY!, . . ..”

“I’M A CUNT-SUCKER!, . . ..”

“I’M A PAIN-SLUT!, . . ..”

“OW! I’M A FUCKING SLUT!, . . ..”

“I’M A CHEAP WHORE!, . . ..”

“I’M A CHEAP CUNT!, . . ..”

Kari started cumming uncontrollable, even though she knew she didn’t have permission. But, she didn’t pass out, because, after all, her slutself was enjoying every minute of the whipping and the humiliation of her confessions. Wendy laughed at her, and she could see that Josie was sitting on the edge of the table, fingering her own cunt furiously, and cumming, too. Wendy whipped her cunt 3 more times. “That’s for cumming without permission, slut. Your cunt needs lots of punishment, that’s for sure.”

Wendy turned toward the door, and said, “Joe?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“I can see you’re enjoying this, too . . . fuck her and make sure you cum inside her!”

“Yes, MA’AM!” Joe grinned at her and moved up to the table, dropping his trousers and sliding his already rock-hard cock into Kari’s very soaked cunt. Wendy grabbed Lisa by the hair, and pulled her down between her own legs, and Lisa didn’t hesitate in starting in on her. Josie asked her a question, but Kari was too far gone to hear it clearly, and then she got up on the table and sat down on Kari’s face, her cunt juices already dripping from witnessing Kari’s humiliating punishment. Kari’s face was soaked in cunt juice from that moment on.

Josie came hard and clamped her thighs around Kari’s face, and when she felt Joe blast her cunt full of his cum, Kari came, too. Josie came so hard and so long around her face that she couldn’t breathe. It was all too much to handle, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was on a soft cushion on a towel, as Lisa was rubbing her wrists and hands, and wiping her down all over with a warm cloth. She looked around and she was in a room next to a Jacuzzi, where Josie and Wendy were sitting, apparently naked. On the other side of the Jacuzzi was a large swimming pool.

“She’s back with us,” Lisa told them.

“Good! . . . Sorry about smothering you a bit too much,” Josie told her.

“uhm . . . uh . . . it’s ok . . . I’m not sure exactly what happened, actually,” Kari replied. She noticed that her buttplug had been removed. She didn’t know how to talk about passing out from cumming too hard.

“What you do know is that you’re still horny as a mink in heat,” her slutself said.

“Ok, ok, ok . . . so I’m horny. I know that already. What of it?” She replied, a bit irritated.

“That’s from all that fulfillment you got from getting to be a total slut tonight, but most of all from all the confessions about who you really are while you got your punishment,” her slutself replied. And her own words, “slut . . . whore . . . cumslut . . . cunt . . . fucktoy . . . nasty slut . . . cumdump,“ began to echo in her mind.

“Will you hush for a bit? I’m trying to talk to these people. We can talk about that later.” Her slutself just laughed, but faded off.

She felt drained, but strangely at peace—probably because she’d gotten enough punishment to pay for her slutty behavior. Lisa had been rubbing her body, with the expertise of a massage therapist, which felt heavenly. Kari wanted to just stay there and enjoy it.

“Whenever you are ready, come join us in the Jacuzzi and relax,” Wendy invited. Kari didn’t want to offend her host, so she tried to sit up. Lisa moved quickly to help her, holding her to move slowly, which was a good thing, because the room spun around a few times before Kari could sit up all the way. Lisa made sure she could sit up ok, then handed her an iced drink with a straw, which she sipped. It seemed to be just soda, but she wasn’t sure. Anyway, it helped her start to feel better.

Lisa helped her move sideways on the massage table and let her legs dangle from the side. She made her sit there for a bit before let her try to walk. That was a good thing, too, because when she slid off and tried to stand, her legs felt like rubber, and she almost fell. Thankfully, Lisa was expecting that, so she held her up and got her steadied, then helped her over to the Jacuzzi and down the steps into the water.

The water stung her skin just a bit, especially on her pussy, and Kari remembered the whipping. Wendy reached over and took her arm and pulled her onto her lap, facing forward. She gave her a big hug from behind, and then began fondling Kari’s tits and pussy. Kari’s sore skin made her flinch just a bit, not to mention that she wasn’t used to a woman taking “liberties” with her body so casually.

Wendy just said “shhhh . . . just relax” into her and went on fondling her.

Kari felt her words . . . not just heard them, she felt them. So, she just let go and felt an enormous warmth flow through her whole self--body and mind included. The touch of Wendy’s fingers as they went into her cunt and the other hand fondling her tit and pinching her nipple just added to the warmth.

Josie came up in front of her--while Wendy was enjoying finger fucking her and pulling her nipple—and kissed her long and deep, her tongue probing and entwining with Kari’s tongue. Then she stood up in the Jacuzzi, and put one of her big tits in Kari’s mouth. Kari sucked and licked, feeling even more warmth and togetherness.

She was home. That place she thought had never really existed, where she was totally accepted and wanted, desired—even her most hidden slutty desires, and her darkest needs for sex and punishment were open here. Just then she had a rather unusual orgasm, slower, deeper, more like her heart-of-hearts was simply enjoying these pleasures. She savored that moment, feeling more loved and wanted than she’d ever felt before. An unbelievable treasure, worth more than gold.

“Well, let’s get some sleep, girls,” Wendy said, after a time. That sounded good to Kari, relaxed as she was. She had no idea how long they had been in the Jacuzzi, sucking each other and playing with pussies and tits, but she vaguely remembered going to the side of the Jacuzzi and sucking Lisa’s cunt as she sat there with her legs spread wide, and later taking a turn with Josie’s pussy, as well. Her thoughts were a bit foggy, but so warm and gentle that she didn’t care about the details. She’d never finger fucked another woman before, but somewhere in there, she remembered her fingers inside Wendy’s cunt, as her thighs clamped down on her hand, almost bruising her. Wendy had cum several times, but Kari couldn’t remember all that happened, she just remembered that she was happy that Wendy had been fulfilled, too.

After someone dried her off, she was so tired, that she could hardly stand, so Wendy called for Joe to come and help her to the king-sized bed in the purple room. Joe lifted her easily and carried her there, laying her head carefully on a pillow and pulling a quilt over her as she went to sleep.

She woke up about 5am, her skin and especially her cunt, feeling sore and uncomfortable, but unbelievably horny. There was a dim light on, and Lisa and Joe were snoozing on recliners nearby. Apparently, Lisa and Joe had been alerted to her needs like this, so as soon as they heard her rustle the covers, they roused themselves and came to her.

“Here are a couple of Tylenol,” Lisa said. “And, if you’re too horny to sleep, either Joe can take care of that, or I can, if you’d rather have a woman’s touch. And, either way, I’ll rub you until you go back to sleep, ok?”

Uncomfortable and confused, Kari said, “uhm . . . why are you doing this?”

“Wendy told us to help you because she knew you’d probably be sore . . . and she thought you’d be horny from all the stimulation, and need some help relaxing. She said all this was totally new to you, so she thought we could help this way.”

Kari’s mind wasn’t working very fast, but she said, “She’s right . . . about all of that.” She took the Tylenol with the glass of water that Lisa handed her, and then looked up at the naked Joe, whose hard cock was ‘leading the way,’ as it were.
Lisa asked gently and quietly, “Which one of us do you want, Kari dear? Me, or Joe? It’s really fine, either way.”

Kari thoughts were slow, but her slutself spoke for her, it seemed. “Uhm, how ‘bout I suck on Joe until he cums in my mouth and while you’re rubbing . . . uhm . . . you can . . . uhm . . . rub me, too . . . my pussy, I mean?”

Lisa and Joe both smiled, and Lisa giggled softly when she said, “Sounds great to us.” She went up and got another pillow and put in behind Kari and turned her head, so her mouth was on the side of the bed. Joe was already there beside the bed, and simply put his cock into Kari’s mouth. Kari’s mouth began to water, thinking about how much she had loved to taste Joe’s cum, which lubricated enough to make her mouth very slick and smooth. When she started to suck on his cock, Joe began to move slowly back and forth, thrusting gently in and out of her mouth.

Lisa began massaging her, her fingers finding her sore muscles and working the tension out of each one in turn. Kari found herself sucking rather lightly on Joe’s cock, using her tongue to tease him a bit . . . and it wasn’t long before he said, although softly, “I’m cumming!” and her mouth was filled with his cum. She savored the taste, and held it in her mouth for short while. Then, she swallowed, and thought that her mouth had been a slutty cunt for him. For some reason this made her feel warm and relaxed, so she laid back and enjoyed Lisa’s fingers doing their magic on her body. She had sort of drifted off into twilight, but when Lisa began to rub her pussy, her mind came awake enough to feel and enjoy it. Her orgasm was wonderful, this time rather gentle, long and intimate. Then, she faded off to sleep.

When she woke up, her eyes were looking at someone’s large boob. It was as though a nipple was looking her right back. This made her smile, and she reached out with her tongue and licked it.

“mmmmmm, . . . you can take all day to stop that,” she heard Josie say. Kari giggled and started sucking on the nipple instead.

“mmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, . . . ok, you can take all month to stop it, then.”

Kari laughed and looked up at Josie’s face. Rather pretty, round, smiling, and somewhat mischievous, it was.

“I can’t believe all this is happening, you know. Maybe it’s all a dream.”

Josie moved to get her arm out from under the covers and reached down and pinched Kari’s nipple. “They always talk about pinching yourself when you think you’re dreaming. You aren’t pinching yourself, so I’ll help you,” she said in a teasing tone.

“Ouch! . . . oh! . . . uhm . . . “ Kari’s tone changed from being startled, to maybe hurt, and then to sounding horny.

“Well, are you dreaming?”

“Apparently not,” Kari laughed, and reached out to snuggle up to Josie, licking her nipple some more.

“Dang,” Josie said.

“Dang? . . . Why?”

“I was going to take advantage of you being asleep.”

“uhmmmmm . . . . . . how would you do that?” Kari asked, blushing and sounding even hornier.

“Oh well, . . . sexy stuff, you know . . . no big deal,” Josie said in an obviously fake disappointed voice.

“Sexy stuff? Like what? You know me, I don’t know hardly anything about sexy stuff,” Kari said, playing along, although it was somewhat the truth.

“Oh, nothing much . . . sucking on your neck to give you a hickie, so everyone will know you have a lover, . . . stroking your shoulders on those sensitive spots by your collar bone, . . . tickling your thighs . . . moving down to blow on your pussy lips . . . things like that is all,” she said with an air of disinterest.

“oh! . . . well, then . . . .”

Josie laughed and pinched her again. “Cheater!”

“Ow! . . . but I WANT all those things, so . . . uhm . . ., “ and her voice changed to plaintive, submissive tones. “I WANT you to take advantage of me! Can I go back to sleep so you do?”

Josie laughed, rolled and pulled her over on top of herself. Kari was lying on her big tits with her legs between Josie’s thighs, since she had spread them wide, with her bush against Josie’s. Josie just reached her lips to hers and kissed her lovingly. “You are SO fun! . . . If you keep this up, I’m going to fall in love with you!”

Kari blushed at that. She’d never thought, at least consciously, about falling in love with another woman or vice versa. That was one of those taboos that were . . . well . . . not to be thought of.

“Never thought about it?” her slutself said. “What about this? . . . ”

She was in her college dorm where she had attended the Southern Baptist college her parents had sent her to, in order to get rid of her, she’d thought. At least her mom wanted to get rid of her, because she had rebelled against her mom’s extreme control. She wasn’t sure if her dad wanted to get rid of her--he might have wanted her to stay in order to continue to molest her. On the other hand, he might have been worried that she’d tell someone the truth to get revenge, so he might have been in favor of getting rid of her.

She’d heard a commotion down the hallway. She followed the noise, and heard another student saying, “It’s an ABOMINATION!” She rounded the corner and there were two of her friends on a dorm bed, both girls, kissing each other feverishly, wearing only their thin night gowns, which were rather more revealing than most of the others in the women’s dorm. Their thighs were tangled and their night gowns had pushed up to reveal their pussies, which were obviously very wet and dripping.

One of the girls watching, the daughter of a minister, was acting totally shocked, but hadn’t done anything to stop it, except that maybe she’d been the one who’d yelled about it being an abomination. Kari thought to herself, “Isn’t this the girl who says she’ll suck off any member of the soccer team if they win? And rumor has it that she does!”

Kari remembered someone telling her about that same girl on her knees in a hotel room, naked and sucking off a line of horny soccer players, one at a time—and swallowing their cum. The guy who’d told her about it was one of them, one of the soccer players, so she’d passed it off as bragging. And then later, she heard it from a girl in her own sorority, so she’d started to believe it. Maybe it was true. She may have been heterosexual, but she certainly wasn’t “without sin” to quote the biblical phrase.

But, back to the scene in the dorm, she had rushed in and pulled the two girls apart, and as the one she yanked on fell back, she said, “BUT, I LOVE HER!” And, as Kari, in her shock, looked down at the other girl’s pussy, which was wide open and smelled of her sexual juices, she realized that she was more than a bit jealous. Nobody had ever loved her that much, and the lust that was evident in this room was very powerful, much more powerful than any relationship Kari had ever known before. She’d acted disgusted, and left, but then . . . her slutself reminded her . . . she’d rubbed herself off when she’d been in bed that night thinking about those wet pussies, and had almost awakened her roommate when she’d cum. Many years later, she’d heard those girls had announced publically in a protest that they were lesbians and had been kicked out of the Master’s degree program at that Southern Baptist college, and had publically confronted their accuser in that protest, the minister’s daughter, about her sucking off the soccer team. The scandal had been front page news for months. Kari’d been relieved that she had left there and gotten married by then, so no one had mentioned her role in the incident in the dorm.

“Uhm . . . but, aren’t you in love with Wendy?”

“Yes, what does that have to do with it? . . . oh, I get it . . . you’ve been raised to think that you can only be in love with one person in your life, is that it? And you can only have sex with that one person?”

“Well, yes, that’s true . . . I always thought that I’d fall in love with one guy and that would be it.” When she thought about it, she had loved her ex, very deeply . . . but, later she’d actually fallen in love with one of the other librarians . . . a guy . . . and her slutself flashed the memory of her having very strong sexual desires about another guys and girls in the library . . . and on it went, memory after memory, including other settings besides the library. She remembered riding the public transit in San Francisco, and someone behind her had discretely reached under her dress from behind and fondled her, and she’d just stood still and let them finger fuck her cunt. When she’d gotten off the streetcar, she looked back and it was a woman who’d been playing with her, and it had made her extremely horny. She’d actually had enthusiasm when she’d had sex with her husband that night. In truth, she’d simply pushed those feelings out of her mind as not real, because she’d felt so ashamed and guilty about being such a slut, not to mention being a bitch with her husband at the time.

“And, you can only be in love with a guy, and not both a man and a woman, or several of both, is that right?”

“Well, that’s what I was taught, yes . . . but I’m not so sure now. I have really loved this time . . . erm . . . we’ve had a lot of fun together being sexy . . . and I’ve been slutty with all of you, . . . including Joe--so that’s both a man and other women. It’s very confusing, to be honest with you.”

“I can understand that,” Josie said, as she moved her hips, so Kari’s bush was rubbing the top of her pussy. Kari blushed when she felt her doing that, but moved her hips, so there was even more contact. “I am the daughter of a minister, too, and he used to pimp me around as a whore for all the deacons in order to get what he wanted in the churches where he was serving. I learned a lot about serving, in fact, although it should have been called “fucking.”

“One time, some of the wives of the deacons found me alone and took me to a warehouse out in the country a long ways from anyone else, where they whipped me and punished me for fucking their husbands. Then, they made me lick their cunts, and it all turned into an orgy. But, they made me cum numerous times, and pointed out when I did, that it was proof that I was a slut, a bi-sexual whore, and all that, like you confessed in your punishment. In fact, that’s why it turned me on so much while I watched you last night. Several years ago, I lay on that same table and screamed those same words out while I was being punished for my slutty desires . . . and Joe filled my cunt full of cum, and Lisa had to rub me back to consciousness and all that, too. So, I’m very much like you,” Josie told her.

Kari felt that “accepted as I am” feeling again, and began to suck on Josie’s right nipple. Josie moaned and moved her hips to rub more against Kari’s thighs. Then, Kari began kissing her skin all the way down to the top of her pussy, and Josie raised her legs, so her the bottom of her feet were resting on the king-sized bed, opening up her legs even more. Kari, wasn’t sure how to begin, since this was the first time that she was actually starting to stimulate another woman’s pussy—always before, she’d just had them sitting on her face, or whatever, so she’d never actually started here.

She remembered Wendy telling Josie to kiss her cunt while she was draped over the crossbars, so she started with that, and put her arms under and around Josie’s thighs and kissed her pussy as though she was kissing her mouth. Josie whimpered, grabbed her hair and pulled her into her cunt, very hard, her hips pulsing like she was almost ready to cum. Kari rubbed her face into her wet cunt, coating her own face with Josie’s pussy juices, licking, kissing, sucking . . . and Josie exploded, her thighs almost crushing Kari’s face and head in a fantastic orgasm.

The good thing about it being so strong is that she couldn’t hold it very long, or else Kari would have passed out again from lack of air. But Josie’s legs fell back onto the bed, spread wide open, and tried to regain her breath. Kari relaxed, as well, and after she caught her own breath, she crawled up and started sucking on Josie’s nipples again.

“Wow . . . I’m in love with you after only a few hours with you, . . . don’t you ever leave me . . . only in America . . . by the way, what did you say your name was?” Josie joked.

Knowing that Josie was just kidding, Kari laughed and Josie laughed and they laughed together until tears came to their eyes. Kari felt this enormous sense of relief, that she could be so intimate and fun at the same time.

Wendy came in while they were recovering from laughing so much, and asked, “What was that all about?” which made them start laughing again.

“It’s hard to explain,” Josie finally replied.

“Well, I’m glad you two are getting along so well and having fun with each other. . . . But, we need to take Kari home, so she can get some rest tonight, and in turn so she can go to church tomorrow. And we have some deadlines here in the office that need to be done by tonight on that contract.” Kari looked at the clock, and realized that it was already afternoon.

She looked up at Wendy, feeling very dismayed, thinking that going home to that house alone wasn’t appealing at all.

“Oh, no! . . . already?” Josie asked, also sounding very displeased.

“Yes.”

“I can skip church tomorrow,” Kari said plaintively.

“No, you can’t,” Wendy told her. “We will not be the cause of you changing your normal schedule. You’ve been going to church every Sunday, more or less, according to Joe, since he has to go to church, too—so, you will go to church tomorrow as usual, like you normally do.”

Kari felt tears in her eyes. “But, I’ve had more fun than I’ve had in years with all of you!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come back as soon as we can fit it into our schedules, . . . I just said that you’ll have to go home now, so your normal schedule isn’t disrupted. Don’t you argue with me, either of you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Kari said, trying to stop her tears.

“Yes, Mistress,” Josie said, getting up, going to her, and bowing at her feet.

Kari hadn’t seen her do that before, but now, she felt an enormous desire to be right there beside Josie, bowing at her Mistress’s feet.

“Or, a Master’s feet, . . . or both,” her slutself said.

“Both?”

“Just what do you think being a sex slave means, tits-for-brains?”

“Well, you don’t have to be rude about it, I was just asking. And I’m too tired and upset to argue with you, so let it go for now.”

Joe took her home, and while he was very polite, she felt very exposed and uncomfortable with him, so she said very little. He tried to start a conversation with her, but she just said, more bluntly than she usually would, “Joe, . . . you’ve fucked me several times, and so we’re sexually connected. But, I have discovered many feelings inside me that I have no idea how to deal with right now. I know you’re only doing your job, trying to be nice and being a horny guy, and all that. Your cum is still in my cunt right now, and I didn’t have any say about that, again for at least the 3^rd time, although I haven’t really kept count. I’m feeling like a slut, totally exposed and stupid about all of that, and I’m blushing all the time. So, give me a break about it, ok? I’m sorry, but I’m not ok to talk right now.”

“Ok, no problem . . . I’ll be nice, and leave you alone,” Joe said, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Thank you.”

When they got to her place, he got out and opened her side of the car, helped her to her door, until she went inside, then stood outside the open door, and politely said, “Good night, Kari. Please don’t think badly of me. You are a very lovely person, and while I do think you’re extremely sexy, I don’t think of you only as . . . well, those things. I do hope you sleep well tonight. Good night,” and he closed the door.

She stood there a minute or so looking at the closed door, feeling like she’d been unfair to him, and wishing she’d said it more gently.

Then she turned and went into the empty house, and went to bed, feeling more alone than she’d ever felt before.