Her New Name—Part 7
(MMM+/F, exhib,
slut-maid, gangbang, oral)
By SM
From
Part 6: 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. But, 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.”
Kari
slept fitfully, although she was tired, and her dreams were images of how she’d
gone to a school, like college, and had arrived totally unprepared, knowing how
to do very little because her parents had taught her almost nothing about how
to live or how to relate . . . and each scene ended with her reaching for
something she wanted, something more valuable than she’d ever had, always with
some sexual nuance . . . her fingers almost touching it . . . but it always
slipped away before she could grasp it and hold it as her own.
She’d
gone to bed early because of her emotional state, but she’d slept through that
afternoon as well as the entire night, only to awaken at the sound of her alarm
on Sunday morning in time to go to church.
She remembered Wendy telling her not to change her usual schedule, so she
dragged herself about of bed, and began her morning ‘maneuvers,’ as her ex had
called them. “For once in these past few Sundays,” she thought to herself, “I don’t
have to worry about what is written on my boobs.” Then she realized that she didn’t know how
many had seen the writing on her boobs on that Sunday like Ralph and Joe had,
and she no longer felt relieved.
But,
she went to church anyway, because she knew that Wendy had wanted her to
continue her usual activities. That made
her think about what was different ‘now.’
A lot of things were different now, but they were all things that she
had avoided before, so it was hard to work out how they would fit in her life.
At
church, she felt like she was naked, or at least that people were looking ‘through’
her dress, trying to see if she had more slutty words written on her skin. Several men looked at her intently, or rather
at her body, but she wasn’t sure if that was just their normal horny interest
or if they had seen the writing that time before and were more curious. She saw Joe, who smiled at her, but kept his
distance, apparently because of what she’d said the previous afternoon. She felt a bit badly about that. And then, her slutself gave her a flash of
memory of Joe spurting his cum inside her cunt, and she suddenly got
horny. She blushed and went to the
women’s room to try to cover it, and tried to think of something to get her out
of that mode. But, she stayed aroused
for the rest of the time at church, much to her own frustration.
She’d
turned off her phone for church, and when she got home, there was a message in
her voice mail. It was from Desirae,
“Call me.” So, Kari called her back.
“I’m
going out of town for a couple of nights, and I need to you be here to help
out. When are you working at the
library?”
“Uhm
. . . ok, yes, Ma’am. I’m off tomorrow,
and work afternoon/evening shift on Tuesday, starting at 2pm for the rest of
the week including Saturday.”
“Good,
so you can be here both nights, then? There
will be a bonus for this. And, by the
way, your check for the last time you worked is here when you get here.”
“Uhm
. . . ok . . . yes, I can be there. What
time this evening?
“As
soon as you can get here.”
“Uhm
. . . ok . . . I need to do some things here . . . is it ok if I come about 5?”
“That’s
fine. And, you don’t need to worry about
your clothes . . . I have some here for you to wear tonight.”
Kari
blushed, “Ok . . . that’s good, because the new ones that were ordered haven’t
arrived yet.” She didn’t explain that it
was Lisa who had ordered them at Wendy’s command, since she didn’t think that
would matter. She was also curious about
what kind of clothes Desirae had for her, but she was too scared to ask about
them.
“Ok
. . . you’ll be here at 5 . . . I’ll be
at the airport by then. Talk with you
later, ‘bye.”
“G’bye.”
Kari
had to scramble to catch up things around the house, so she didn’t have time to
think about what was ahead. Since she
knew she was going to change when she got there, she just wore a simple dress,
with panties and bra. When she got
there, Fred let her in.
“Hi, there. Desirae said you’d be coming . . . good.
Your costume is in the side room, here.
Get changed. We are having a
poker night here and we’re getting set up.”
He swatted her on the ass as she walked by to the side room, which
brought out an “OW!” but it was more out of surprise than pain.
Costume? Not clothes?
In
the side room, there was only small notepad on which was a check-off list of
drinks with an attached pen, a pair of thigh-highs with the tight elastic band
around the top to hold them up, a very small g-string, and a maid costume with
a built-in pushup half-bra that really only covered her front, and not much of
that. It was more like it just covered
her stomach, because her tits and bush were in plain sight. She looked at it and her face burned with
embarrassment.
For
a poker party? She sighed, took off her
other clothes, and put the costume on. With
it on, she felt worse than naked. She
touched up her makeup, took a deep breath and went out.
The
men had already set up the poker table, and Fred said, “Ah . . . here is our
barmaid for the evening, gentlemen. Her
name is ‘cumslut” . . . do feel free to
. . . uh . . . make use of her services.” The men looked at her and laughed, and when
she blushed more, they laughed at her even more.
“So, what is your name, then?” Fred
asked her. She cleared her throat, and
said, “’cumslut’, Sir.” He laughed and
reached over and slapped her ass very hard, making a hand print of red on her
skin. “What did you say?”
“’cumslut, Sir!” a
little louder.
“Well, you don’t sound very clear
about that. Jim, hand me that permanent
marker over there,” Fred said. It was
handed to him, and he wrote in large letters across the top of Kari’s boobs,
“CUMSLUT.”
“Now, turn around, cumslut!” he
ordered. She could see him write on her
back and ass in the living-room mirror, although she had to turn it around in
her mind, since the mirror reversed the letters. He wrote, “CUMSLUT, AT YOUR SERVICE, ASS, CUNT
and MOUTH, FOR USE ANYTIME,” and he reached between her legs and grabbed her
cunt rather hard, then slapped her ass, saying, “Now, go get everyone drinks
and the snacks that are in the kitchen!”
Her humiliation peaked to the highest
ever—so far, anyway. She started to walk
to the kitchen, and then realized that she needed to find out what everyone
wanted to drink, so she started around the table, asking each one. As she checked their drinks off on her list,
they took “liberties” with her body, fondled her ass, pinched her nipples, played
with her g-string which barely covered her pussy, and she got several swats on
her ass as she went around.
One
guy ordered a “Blowjob” and she looked shocked and embarrassed, so he said, “In
case you don’t know, it’s a mixed drink in a shot glass. But, I may want the other kind later,
anyway,” he laughed. The next guy played
with her ass, and slipped a finger in her crack, sliding the g-string aside and
moving down between her legs until he touched her pussy lips. She jumped, but didn’t say anything, besides
asking for drink orders.
Bob
came with her to the bar and showed her how to make the drinks, since she
obviously had never heard of some of them before. Then he made a rum and coke for her and
handed it to her, “To steady your nerves, drink it when you get a break,” he
said. She was grateful to him for being
nice to her.
“By
the way, Lisa is coming by to cook Buffalo wings and finger foods for later, so
she’ll be cooking in the kitchen while you do the serving. When she gets here, she can help you if you
have other questions about the drinks.”
As she served the guys at the poker
table, the first guy said, “Well, I want a kiss with that,” and grabbed her
boob and pulled her down for a kiss. The
rest laughed, and they all did the same thing as she moved around the
table. She had a hard time avoiding
spilling the drinks by setting them down on the table several times, but she
managed not to make a mess of it.
Several of them teased her inner thighs from behind with their fingers
while she was serving the guy next to them.
Not knowing what else to do, she just ignored them, which made them play
a bit more.
By the time she got all of them
served, and they started playing poker, her cunt was totally soaked in her
juices, and she was so turned on from the humiliation that she could hardly
think straight. Her nipples were hard
and sensitive from being pinched, and her boobs were bruised from when the men
had grabbed them to pull her down for the kiss.
She was glad to have a break from all of that when they started the
poker game, especially since the smoke from their cigarettes got pretty thick
as they all lit up. She had a tendency
to cough from cigarette smoke, and she didn’t want to cough in someone’s face
and get punished. She knew how punishment
went in this house.
She took some of her drink, which was
very strong. She sat down on a bar stool
by the drink bottles, sort of back out of the way, and tried to get her
thoughts straight.
“What’s there to get
straight? You’re a submissive slut, and
this is your first chance at being the barmaid at an all-men’s poker
party, . . . and you’re thinking about
the possibility of it being your first chance at being the main attraction at a
gangbang, like the fantasy you used to have in high school about being tied up
and fucked by the entire football team,” her slutself said.
“I was not,” she
argued.
“You were, too!”
“Oh, shut up!” Her slutself just laughed hysterically, and
she knew she’d lost the argument.
Every so often, one of the men would
look over and wave at her, so she’d go over and refill their drinks, and make
sure all the snack bowls were stocked up.
They had apparently liked the kisses, so she was pulled down for them
every time they got a refill. “On the other hand,” she thought, “maybe
they just like to grab my boobs so hard they make finger-bruise marks.” Her ass was sore from the swats, and her
pussy just stayed wet the entire time from being fingered.
Lisa showed up awhile later, and as soon
as she got to the kitchen with Kari, she gave her a warm loving kiss, then looked at her costume.
“How humiliating! You must be
horny enough to fuck anything!” and she laughed softly. Kari blushed bright
red and laughed. It was true, after
all. She was glad Lisa was there,
though, because after that argument with her slutself about the possible
gangbang, she didn’t trust herself to be able to handle what was
happening. Lisa had always helped her
before.
“I’d better get the food going,” Lisa
said. “Go and check on the drinks.”
When she got to the poker table, Fred
grabbed her and pulled her close to him.
“My bet on this hand is a blowjob from cumslut here.” The other guys cheered and nearly everyone tossed
chips into the center of the table. Kari
knew almost nothing about poker, but she did get the idea that if Fred lost
this round, or this “hand” or whatever it was called,
then she’d have to give the winner a blowjob.
She was just a sexual poker chip, an object to be gambled on, and she
had no say in the matter, which was more than a little humiliating. In spite of herself, though, her mouth
watered at the thought of one of them cumming in her mouth.
Fred won the hand, though, and the
rest of them all groaned their dismay with one voice. Kari was a bit disappointed, although she’d
never have admitted it to anyone. Fred
let her go, and she continued on around the table to refill drinks, get her
boobs grabbed hard, her ass spanked and her pussy fingered—not necessarily in that
order.
She
had another break, so she gulped down some more of her strong drink, and looked
in on Lisa, who was very busy in the kitchen preparing and cooking. As she started to sit down, one of the guys
came and took her arm and pulled her toward the bathroom. “Come and help me, cumslut.”
Kari didn’t know what this was about,
but she followed him. He went into the
bathroom, pulled up the toilet seat and pissed into it. Then, he pointed to his cock and told her, “Clean
it off, slut.” Kari, in shock, just
stood there.
“Don’t you know how, slut?” She shook her head, not because she didn’t
know what he meant, but because she didn’t want to. He thought she meant that she didn’t know, so
he just pushed her down to her knees and simply put his cock in her mouth. “Suck on it,” he said. She had no choice. His cock tasted sort of salty, and probably
some taste that had come from his drink, but she sucked, her mind totally
repulsed by what was happening. She wondered
if it was going to make her vomit. His
cock started to get hard, but he pulled it out of her mouth, and slapped it a
few times against her face. “Thanks,” he
said as he walked out.
She’d never felt more used and
humiliated before, but her cunt pulsed and she came intensely and long. “Just a cock-sucker . . . to be used,” she
said to herself, remembering her dad’s words when he’d molested her so long
ago. She had reached a new level of
humiliation, that’s for sure, and her body—or her slutself—had loved it. She got up off of her knees, and went back
out. She took a long drink, hoping she’d
go a bit numb, soon. Unfortunately, her
body was getting more used to the alcohol, so she wasn’t going numb as fast.
When she got to the table this time,
it was Bob who grabbed and used her to bid on the next hand, bidding a “blowjob
chip” as he put it. This time, Kari was
both scared and excited about it. In
contrast to Fred’s hand, Bob lost the one.
So, he pointed to the winner, and said, “Ok, here’s your blowjob!” and
pushed Kari towards him. The guys
cheered, and the winner raised both fists in celebration. Then, he opened his pants and took out his
cock. By then, Kari had been swatted
numerous times on the ass, her nipples pinched, her g-string pulled down around
her thighs, and she was pushed toward him.
She stumbled and went down on her knees her face falling into his lap,
not exactly by her design.
His cock immediately started to get
hard, and she took it into her mouth to hide the burning humiliation on her
face. She was sucking this guy off in
front of a crowd. How humiliating. All of this had happened so fast that she
started sucking rather hard, prompting a grunt from the winner of the poker
hand. The guys cheered
again, and cries of “what a cock-sucker,” . . . “what a whore!” . . . “is she a nasty cunt or what?” and someone pulled on her
nipples, while another guy played with her ass and cunt.
This
put her into high gear on the blowjob, jerking up and down on his cock with her
hand to help, and so it wasn’t long before the winner came with big pulses of
cum into her mouth. She gulped most of
it down, mostly out of reflex not even thinking about it. Then she let go of him, and a drop or two of
cum dribbled down out of her mouth onto her the word CUMSLUT on top of her
boobs. The guys cheered again, like
someone had won a basketball game, and then they just turned back to the table
to start bidding the next hand, ignoring her.
She knelt there feeling like a fool—she’d been humiliated beyond belief
in front of a whole group of men and then had just been thrown away like
trash. But, her cunt started pulsing, so
she quickly got up and walked out into the kitchen.
Lisa
was sitting on a bar stool in the corner, just waiting on the hot wings to
finish cooking in the oven. Kari came in
and sort of fell on her knees at her feet, and started to cum in waves, her
body going wild with all the sensations of a mega-orgasm.
Lisa
was a bit startled at this, and said, “Kari, what’s . . . ? . . . what’s . . .
wrong?” and hopped down off the barstool down beside her. She grabbed her shoulders to hold her up, and
then slide a hand down between Kari’s thighs, feeling . . . then she
grinned. “You’re cumming!”
Kari
started slowing down as Lisa just rubbed her shoulders, waiting as her orgasms
rocked her body. Kari finally swallowed
and caught her breath a bit. “Wow.”
Lisa
giggled. “That was an incredible
orgasm. If I hadn’t had some like that
before myself, I would have thought you were having a seizure.”
“That’s
well . . . a first for me . . . kinda’ scary.”
“What
happened out there?”
“Bob
used me to bet, he called me a “blowjob poker chip.” And, he lost, so they pushed me over to suck
off the guy that won. Then they just
turned back to the game and ignored me.
Uhm . . . I’m ashamed to say that . . . sort of turns me on, so I ran in
here to cum.”
“Sort of?”
Lisa giggled.
“Well,
ok . . . a lot.”
“Let
me get you a drink, and then we need to get the buffalo wings and stuff out
there, ok?”
“Sure
. . . my drink is on the bar, right outside the kitchen door.” Lisa got it for her and handed it to
her. She took a drink, which sort of
cleared the cum out of her mouth.
“You LOVE the taste of cum,”
her slutself said. “Why wash it
down?”
“I need to work, you know, . . . I need the money,” Kari replied.
“Heheh,
yeah . . . sucking dicks, drinking cum, getting your ass spanked, your boobs
bruised, and your cunt fingered . . . I can truly see why you love your job.”
“Hush.”
“Yeah, ok,” giggling.
She was glad she was starting to feel
a bit numb from the drink, although she wondered if it might have also been
from the enormous orgasm. Either way,
she was glad, because she certainly didn’t have any idea where to start to
figure any of this out. She’d rather
just be numb until later.
“Don’t bother to figure it
out . . . it’s already figured . . . you’re a cumslut. There you have it. Done.”
“So, I don’t have a brain? Just a cunt and ass and tits? A blonde bimbo?”
“No, it’s just that your
brain is wired to ENJOY your cunt, ass and tits more than most people,
including using your mouth as a sex organ, not to mention the humiliation and
pain that comes with being used as a total slut. And you’ve been avoiding that nearly your
whole life until now. Besides, you’re
brunette.”
“And the bimbo part?”
“The jury is still out on
that.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No prob. Glad to help, any time. Really.”
She
helped Lisa push the carts of food out, along with the dishes and what went
with them. The guys, who had been
drinking and munching for a good while, acted like they were starved, so they
finished that hand of poker and took a break to eat. Kari noticed for the first time that Lisa was
only wearing a loose, but short dress of thin silky fabric . . . and that was
indeed, “only.” She had nothing on
underneath. The guys quickly picked up
on that and flipped up her skirt, swatted her ass, pinched her nipples and
fondled her. She acted like this was
normal, and no big deal, teasing them back and even rubbing their hard cocks
through their pants. Kari wished she
could be that comfortable and fun.
The
guys, however, didn’t give her much chance to work on that. They pulled down her g-string panties, and
after politely offering her a drink which she took, they stuffed them up inside
her pussy. Then they teased her nipples,
talked crudely about her cunt and ass, inserted fingers and rubbed her clit
until she had no choice but to cum.
After that, one of them simply reached into her cunt with 2 fingers,
pulled her out g-string coated with her juices, and told her to tie her hair up
with it. The front part of her barmaid
costume didn’t really cover anything, so they didn’t bother with that.
Then,
they started a “Slut Billboard” game with two teams and permanent markers,
writing horny and slutty things on both her and Lisa. They chose 3 guys to act as “judges,’ so
those 3 were seated on one side of the room, and on the other side the two groups
took turns writing on Kari and Lisa, and then the judges would raise their
score cards after each line was written, like it is in gymnastics. The only limit was announced at the beginning
by Bob, who said they could not write above the neckline of a regular blouse. Kari was much relieved when he said that,
although, she didn’t know what she was going to do to hide “CUMSLUT” which Fred
had written across the top of her boobs.
It was getting late in the summer in San Antonio, but it was still too
warm to wear a turtleneck, or anything like that.
But,
the game started, and Kari had the first ever experience of someone drawing on
her asshole, and judging from the circular motions, it was probably a ‘target,’
she thought. The guys cheered, groaned
and laughed as each team came up with ideas and wrote them on their
“billboard,” and they got more crude as the time went
on. By the time it was done, Kari and
Lisa were both totally covered with dirty words—even the bottoms of their
feet—except for their necks and above. Kari
was grateful that they had followed that rule, and also grateful to Bob for
making it. However, she felt like a
piece of meat, an object, and the humiliation of being depersonalized that much
brought to the surface feelings that she didn’t know she had within herself.
After
they were covered from neckline to toe with the crudest and nastiest words that
the teams could think of, the guys went back to the card game.
This
time, however, there were new stakes, based on a play on the word “poker.”
“Now,
gentlemen, we’re moving into the phase of the game we affectionately call,
“Poke Her,” Fred said.
“It’s my favorite part, of course.”
The guys all laughed. “All of you
know the rules, don’t you?” They all
said “YES!” with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Bob
and Fred went into the side room where Kari had dressed—or undressed, as it
were—and rolled out two racks. She had
seen them there, but hadn’t had any idea what they were for. Bob handed both Kari and Lisa drinks, and
told them to drink them. Being very
nervous, so she drank it all down. Soon,
the numbness and lack of focus hit her.
Then
they took both Kari and Lisa, and strapped them onto the racks, legs and wrists
cuffed, lying front down with their tits dangling through holes, but with their
faces braced up so their mouths were facing forward at the end. The result?
Two sluts, with nasty words written almost all over their bodies, bound
in position for easy access to any of their holes—ass, cunt, and mouth—as well
as their tits dangling down so they could be tormented without any further ado.
The
game started, and the bidding was apparently very tense, judging from the tone
of their voices. Kari had some memories
of this, but later wasn’t sure when she faded out. (She probably faded in and out several times,
after she thought about it later.) Then
someone won a hand, there was cheering, and Kari felt someone thrust his cock
into her cunt and pump until he came.
She felt like a total whore, just a cunt used for his pleasure. The game went on while he was fucking her,
and there was another cheer, and someone came and put his cock against her
asshole and began to push.
She
panicked. She’d only had anal sex once
with her husband, and she’d had an enormous orgasm. Then she felt so violated and humiliated that
she’d picked a fight with him about it, so it had been a point of contention
for years after that.
But,
she had no say in this event, and the cock pushed until it opened her anus ring
enough to gain entry. Then, the guy
fucked her ass without mercy, thrusting in and out. She started cumming the moment his cock had
popped through into her ass, and she just kept cumming and cumming and cumming,
and came even more when she felt him spurt his semen into her. Her slutself kept her awake and aware . . .
and then she went into . . . well, sort
of a floating world where she felt everything and . . . maybe even more . . . or maybe less.
After
she came out of subspace back to earth, she realized that the game had gone on
for a long time. She was being lifted
off of the rack, covered both inside and out with cum . . . tasting her mouth
coated with it, feeling it drying on her skin and in her hair. She wondered how much cum she’d swallowed,
and how many times they’d cum in her ass and cunt—and not knowing was a turn on
in itself. Extreme sex and she hadn’t made
any choices, except come to work, which is an acceptable choice.
Later,
she vaguely remembered looking over and seeing Lisa in the same state, looking
like a total whore who’d been used quite vigorously, her hair matted with cum,
and her face glazed with it, her eyes unfocussed. Kari realized she must look like that, too. And, Lisa seemed be very comfortable with all
of it—being strapped to a rack, used like a piece of meat, fucked in all holes,
and being the prize of a poker . . . erm . . . “Poke her” game.
The
next morning, Kari remembered very little after that, just some vague images of
being rinsed off in the shower and being put to bed. She awoke with a slight headache, but mostly
feeling her ass, cunt and throat were sore.
Her mind began to flash to the memories of the night before, the
repeated face-fucking, repeated ass-fucking . . . for some reason, being fucked
in her cunt wasn’t as big of a deal, so she hardly remembered that part. She just knew that her cunt had been used quite
a lot, because it was drippingly full of cum . . . more than ever before. The sheet underneath her thighs was wet with
it.
She
got up and took a shower and started to do her morning “maneuvers” as her ex
had called them, and smiled when she discovered that pretty much everything she
needed was in the adjoining bathroom. It
was all very high quality, a toothbrush and toothpaste in a little plastic
package, the face cleansing lotion, body wash, the
makeup, all of it. On the other side,
she could see another bedroom.
“I
see you’re up an’ at ‘em, this morning,” she heard a
cheery voice say. It was Lisa.
“Hi, . . . well, yes, actually, I’m feeling better than I
expected after being used like a fuckpig last night.”
“Ah
. . . that’s most of the fun, the humiliation, I mean being used ‘like a fuckpig’ as you said it.
I have to have it every few months, or I get bitchy, so Wendy sends me over
here for the poker game . . . er, ‘Poke Her’ game,
that is. But, let’s go have some
breakfast before ‘the games begin’ today,” she giggled. Kari thought about “or I get bitchy,” and
wondered if that had been why she’d been such a bitch to her intimate partners
over the years, especially her ex-husband.
Then she realized what Lisa had just said.
“Today?” Kari asked
worriedly.
“Oh,
stop worrying . . . let’s just go have some breakfast,” she said.
Lisa
led her to a breakfast room, or something like that. It had all the kitchen appliances for breakfast
foods, waffle irons, skillet, fruit bins, cereal (both hot and cold), bagels
and muffins in one rack, with butter (REAL butter, mind you), cream cheese,
raspberry jelly, and all the rest. Kari
felt like she was at a Holiday Inn during a vacation, or maybe even a Hilton in
the ‘Presidential Suite’.
Oddly,
enough, though, she’d actually regretted brushing her teeth earlier, because
she had come to love the taste of semen, or cum at least, because men who have
had vasectomies didn’t express semen, only seminal fluids—that is, cum. But, she didn’t want to have ‘cum-breath’--although
her slutself argued with her that it was slutty enough to match last night--so
she’d brushed her teeth anyway.
“I’m really getting into
being a cumslut,” she said to herself.
“That’s great!” her slutself
said. She ignored that.
So,
she found a good number of breakfast items to her liking, and filled her
breakfast plate. She at least sampled
each of them, and while she found them all excellent, she could only eat about
half of what was there. Apparently, she’d
eaten enough cum to fill her stomach somewhat.
Lisa
was chatty about how she loved the weather lately, and complimented Kari on her
hair, asking her which hair dresser she went to, what shampoo she was using . .
. just fun talk, nothing very serious.
Kari enjoyed that time with her immensely. Lisa was like a bow topping a Christmas
present, simply a delight.
But,
finally, Lisa said, “I guess I’d better head back to Wendy’s. I do hope you enjoy your day.”
“Thank
you,” a bit dismayed, Kari replied.
“Oh,
don’t worry, you’ll do fine, . . . and I’ll see you
again soon at Wendy’s,” Lisa said, and then walked casually to the door and
out.
For
a short while, Kari felt very disconcerted and out of place. But soon, she heard the sound of someone’s
footsteps in the hallway. Bob entered,
“Ah, there you are. You did very well
last night. You’ll get a very nice bonus
in your check. Which reminds me, I have
the one from your last time here. Let me
give it to you.” He went to a desk in
the next room and took out an envelope, which he brought back and gave to her.
“Thank
you,” she said.
“You’re
welcome . . . you earned it, after all.”
“
“Me?
. . . well, you’re welcome, but I don’t know what I did.”
“You
helped me understand how to do the drinks . . . I had no idea how to make those
. . . and gave me one to help me steady my nerves . . . and, well, you’ve just
been very nice to me. Thank you.”
“Ah
. . . I gave no thought to it at the time, but you’re very welcome. I’m a natural teacher, an instructor, so I
guess I just notice when someone needs some instruction, maybe?” he said,
somewhat curiously.
“Well,
whatever the reason, you did help me . . . thank you.”
“You’re
welcome. . . . and now that all the thank-you’s and your welcomes
have been attended to, why don’t you serve Fred and I some breakfast.”
“I’ll
be happy to, Sir,” Kari replied and got up and asked him what breakfast items
he wanted. He told her what he wanted,
and that Fred would be in the third bedroom on the left and she should ask him what
he wanted. “I’ll be in the conservatory
. . . uh . . . to you, that would be the glassed-in porch, I suppose. By the way, there is a coffee and Espresso
maker there already, so you don’t have to make it here. Lisa turned it on when she left, so the
coffee is already brewed.”
“Thank
you, Sir . . . I’ll be right there as soon as I can get it ready.”
“That
will be fine,”
“And by the way, Sir.”
“Yes?”
“I
know what a conservatory is, Sir—I’m a librarian, and I do read a lot,” she
told him. That ‘bimbo’ comment from her
slutself had rankled her a bit.
“Ah, yes. I’d forgotten that. Good to know that now,” and he went out.
She
made his breakfast and took it out to him, serving him with a smile and trying
to be very careful to arrange the plates nicely, and all that. She had, after all, watched a few shows on TV
about such things, and she resolved to look up the details of how to do it
correctly at the library when she had time.
Then
she went to check on Fred. Fred was on a
bed, totally naked, his dick hard and pointing straight out. As it happened, he stirred when she looked
in, although she was sure she had made no sound. He rubbed his face in effort to wake up, and
then looked around and saw her.
“Well,
if you aren’t a beautiful sight to wake up to, I don’t know what is,” he said.
She
blushed, “Thank you, Sir. . . . uhm . . . do you need
anything?”
“Coffee?”
“Yes,
I’ll bring you some right away,” she said, then realizing she must ask, “Do you
like cream or sugar or anything else in your coffee, Sir?”
“Just
cream . . . plain cream, not any other flavors.
Not unless I’m at a bar in the middle of the afternoon, and then I
sometimes have Irish coffee.”
“I’ll
be right back with it, Sir.”
When
she returned with his coffee “just plain cream,” he was in the bathroom. When he came out, he yawned to wake up and
took his coffee and sipped a bit of it.
He sat down upright on the bed, his back against the headboard, and
looked at her. His cock, which had
softened after his sojourn in the bathroom, began to stiffen again.
“You were very sexy last night,” he said to
her.
She
blushed, “Thank you, Sir. . . . uhm . . . is there
anything else you want?”
“Well,
yes, actually. You’re very sexy, I want
you to strip and suck my cock.”
Startled
at his blatant directness, but nudged by her slutself, she stuttered, “uhm . .
. uh . . . uhm . . . yes, Sir.” So, she
took off the robe she’d been wearing all morning which she’d found in the
bathroom earlier, and started to slip off her panties, when he said, “No, on
second thought, leave them on. They look
sexy on you.”
So,
she left her panties on and then shyly got on the bed with him. As soon as she was within reach, he grabbed
her hair and moved her mouth over his hard cock, forcing her down. She immediately felt her cunt get very hot
and wet, and she started sucking, almost as though she was a vacuum cleaner,
and he’d hit the “on” button. As soon as
she ‘took off,’ he let go of her hair and she really got into it, her hand
pumping up and down, her tongue moving to tease the sensitive parts of the
underside of his cock, her enthusiasm of sucking—all of it, like she’d done
when she’d sucked off the guy who’d won the poker hand, “like a good
cocksucker.”
So,
it wasn’t long before he erupted in her mouth, and she got the solution to her
earlier problem of wishing her mouth still tasted like cum. And his cum also tasted like rum, the only
alcoholic drink she’d had up to now, so he . . . well, really tasted good! She moaned with enjoyment as she swallowed,
feeling very slutty as she did so.
“That
was very good, indeed,” Fred told her.
“Thank
you, Sir,” she said, blushing. She
paused, then asked, “Uhm . . . what do you want for breakfast, Sir?”
He laughed, and then said, “Well, before you
sucked me off, I’d have said, ‘a good fuck’ but that will have to wait ‘til
later, now.” She blushed even more and
giggled uncomfortably. “Until then, I
guess I’ll have . . . “ and gave her his list of breakfast items.
“I’ll
be right back as soon as I can prepare them, Sir,” she said, smiling.
“That’s
good, I’m hungry . . . for food now, I mean,” he chuckled.