Her New Name—Part 10

(M/F, panties, humiliation, MFf/F, rom)

By SM

 

From Part 9:  “You’re a pervert’s dream.  And, yet I think I might be in love with you.  So, if I take advantage of you, then I might be screwing things up between us.  I don’t want to screw it up with you. Yet, the pervert side of me wants to fuck you until you beg me to whip you, like you’ve said you get so turned on about.  I don’t know which side to choose.”

She looked at him, feeling dizzier and took another drink.  “I think I need both.  I want to be loved and wanted and cared for.  And I need to be used and abused and fucked senseless, like a stupid cunt who needs to be part of stuff like a “Poke Her” game and have guys cum all over my face and then whipped to pay for it.  If I don’t, I get very bitchy and impossible.”

“And for tonight?”

She shrugged.  “I want both.  I don’t want to deshide . . . decide . . . anythin’ ’bout it.  Just use me as y’ur fucktoy, love me or whatever, and then spank me and tell me I’m jush your cunt.”  The booze was starting to hit her pretty hard.

“Mine?”

She looked at him and shook her head.  “I don’t know.” She took another drink.  “I give up.  I shurrender.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Probly . . . I  . . . hope so.”  She took another gulp, and then poured the rest of her drink over her bush and open pussy. “Dur yur wanna’ drink, too?”   

 

Kari had waited until Joe got up and walked closer, his cock still wrapped with her cum-soaked panties, and then she did something very slutty indeed.  She reached out and took her panties, put the cummiest wet spot into her mouth and started sucking, looking directly at him.  He caught his breath and his cock grew even harder still, amazing after he’d cum several times already.

He got down between her knees, and started licking and sucking the rum and coke off of her bush and pussy lips.  She leaned back and pulled her knees up to give him the best access to her inner most parts, and he explored them with a great deal of enthusiasm.  She pulled and pinched her own sore nipples and her sore boobs, quivering with the pain sensations that drove her even deeper into it.  After only a few minutes, she reached down and grabbed under his arms, “Fuck me!  Rape me!”--at least, that’s what she tried to say, but the cum-soaked panties obscured the words.  Neither of them really cared what she said, though.

He lifted up and drove his rock hard cock deep into her swollen cunt, smacking into her sore thighs, with almost enough force to knock the breath out of her.  He began to fuck her as hard as he could, bruising their thighs as they smacked together.   He had cum several times, so he fucked her for a good while, long enough to have to slow down to breathe heavily and rest his muscles a bit, then start up again somewhat slower.  Her eyes were closed and her head lolled on her shoulders as she went limp above her waist, although her legs were clenching around his hips trying to pull him deep inside her.  Finally, he arched back and she felt his cock quiver inside her, blasting her cunt with more of his cum.  Her orgasm was just as powerful and exhausting.

He fell over on the couch to the side, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his face and chest.  His cock slipped out of her and began to go limp.  Kari laid back on the couch, breathing just as hard, the panties dangling loosely from her lips.  It was a rather long time before Joe finally pushed up to a sitting position.  He looked at Kari and she felt him pat her on the shoulder, shaking her a bit.   “You ok?” he asked.

She slowly pushed the panties out of her mouth with her tongue, and croaked, “Not chure . . . g-guess so.”

“Let’s get some sleep, ok?”  She moved a bit, which he took to be a nod, so he got up and lifted her gently, giving her a drink of water, taking her to the bed, and slipping her under the covers.  He went out of the room and she could hear water running in the bathroom sink.  He came back in, and she asked, her voice still slurred, “Yurr stayin’, aren’t you?”

“You want me, too?”

“Yesss.”  So, the last thing she remembered the next morning was that he got in bed beside her and she snuggled up to him and wrapped her legs around his.

 

The first parts of her dream weren’t about any particular activity, just that she felt warm and sexy in a deeper way than she had before.  The next part, though, was about standing on a very high cliff, and someone or something pushed her off.  She flailed for something, anything to stop her from falling to her death, which she felt sure was approaching, but suddenly, some guy appeared with a very long cock, and she grabbed it and put it in her mouth and sucked. Then she heard a voice, sounding like a police detective. 

“Looks to me like she just jumped.  I don’t see any evidence that anyone was even here, let alone pushed her.”

Then she was in a very cold place, flat on her back.  Someone pulled the cloth back from over her face, and she heard her mother’s voice, “Yeah, it’s her.  That’s my daughter.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But I did need someone to identify her,” another voice said.

“That’s ok, she’s been an embarrassment to the family for years, so she’s no great loss to me,” she heard her mother say.  “She’s just a whore, a slut.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she heard her dad say, although he looked under the cloth at her naked tits and thighs, and even ran his hand on her pussy, as though he was checking for something. 

“She probably had sex somebody, then finally felt guilty enough to understand how much of an abomination she’s been, so she just decided to accept her final punishment,” her mom said with scorn.

“I see.  Do you have any idea who the guy was she had sex with before she jumped?”

“I think the word is ‘guys’ . . . or, even girls . . . she was into gangbangs, . . . a total slut,” her mom said, her jealousy sounding in every word, and then they were walking out.

 “Or it was me, since I fucked her last night,” her dad said, blandly.  Her mom just looked at him coldly. 

“So, she seduced you, too, did she?  Couldn’t you keep your dick in your pants even with your own daughter?  She was almost as stupid about sex as you are, dumbass.  You fucked the youngest choir girls you could find, and even a couple of boys.  I paid out the ass to save your job, you asshole.  It’s a good thing you made so much money with that oil rig investment.   Well, she’s dead to us now,” and she spit on Kari’s tombstone as they walked out of the morgue.  Her dad didn’t say a thing after that.

The next scene in her dream was her ex-husband lifting her up off her feet by two fingers in her cunt, and cumming until she passed out.  He brought her down, and jerked off on her hair, while she told him how sexy that was, and she rubbed it in while she shampooed in the shower.  Her hair had been much shinier for the next few days, so she’d asked him to cum in her hair every morning after that.  He told her he would, but she’d have to lick his cock clean with her tongue anytime he came other than in her hair.  She replied that she’d do it, if he’d only spank her ass every day with his belt and make her bow to him.

 “That’s a deal,” he said, “Shake on it.” And she took his hand and shook it, until it became his cock spurting his cum into her hand, and onto her panties, which she put into her mouth and sucked on, loving the flavor of his cum on her tongue.

 

When she woke up, the sun was shining in the window.  Her hand reached, but no one was next to her in bed.  Startled, she sat up, and looked around for him, and he wasn’t there.  She sat up and wondered if Joe had been part of her dreams, too.  As she remembered, she’d acted like a total slut with him, and had actually taken steps to entice him to fuck her.  She blushed, since the ‘rule’ was that she couldn’t be responsible, couldn’t be the one to initiate anything sexual, so maybe it had just been a dream.  Then she remembered that she still had to check in with the library, although when she’d called in sick the previous day, she’d told them that it was doubtful if she’d be well by today.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head.”  He was looking at her from the edge of the door.  “I thought I heard you rustle around.”

“Uhm . . . good morning . . . uhm.”  She just looked at him uncertainly.  He walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed by her, and leaned over and kissed her cheek gently.

“You look cute in the morning . . . still sexy as ever.”  She blushed then.  She felt sticky and sore. 

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Well, yes, . . . but I don’t have hardly any food here.  I haven’t taken time to shop lately.  I’m sorry.”

“Not to worry.  I ran down to the store and got some stuff while you were asleep.  I left you a note on the table, in case you woke up, but you were still asleep when I got back.  Want some breakfast?  An omelet?  I got the stuff for omelets and pancakes and sausage and some stuff for lunch, too.”

“Uhm,” she looked surprised and confused.

“Have you forgotten that I’m the chef at Wendy and Josie’s place?”

“Oh!  That’s right.  I had forgotten.”  She brightened up a bit, remembering the wonderful food he’d made that night.

“So, what do you want?  An omelet, maybe?”

“That sounds good—I’ll trust your judgment.  Uhm . . . I’m going to take a shower, if that’s ok.  I’m all sticky with . . . uhm, I’m all sticky,” she said blushing.

“Go ahead . . . I’ll get everything ready, and when you get out of the shower, I’ll cook it.  Omelets are quick and easy.  I’ll get out in the kitchen to let you get up, since the only robe I could find for you was your kimono, which was pretty used up, so I tossed it in the washer.  You’ve been asleep a good while, so it’s already in the dryer.”

“A good while.  That reminds me, I need to call in to the library.  Do you know where my cell phone is?”

“Yup, it was on the table by the couch.  I’ll get it for you.”  He brought it, and she called in and confirmed that she was still too sick to come to work.  They weren’t surprised and had already scheduled a replacement, so they just told her no problem, and they hoped she’d get better soon.  The flu had been going around, so they had assumed that’s what Kari had.  Her thoughts turned to the imaginary conversation of explaining, “No, I was in a gangbang, and got my cunt, ass and tits whipped, so I’m too sore to work.” 

“You’d love them to know that, though,” her slutself said.

“If I didn’t want to keep my job.”

“You never know.  The big library bosses might just have you suck them off every few days, or have you come by for a quick fuck.  You might have more job security than the other librarians.”

“That’s cynical.”

“Maybe.  Remember Robin?”  Kari remembered a library assistant who’d been caught sucking off the janitor.  Everyone had been suitably shocked and everyone had also been sure that she’d be fired, but later, she learned she’d gotten transferred to be a backroom clerk in the main library.  And, even later, she’d found out that the janitor had just been moved to a library on the south side of the city, and rumor had it that the librarians there just sucked him off regularly.

“Makes you wonder what they do in the backroom of the main library,” her slutself said.  “She probably gets bonuses from fucking the head of the library, or sucking his secretaries pussy, that blonde you thought was a bit of a bimbo, remember?”

 

Joe had disappeared and she could hear some dishes clanging in the kitchen, so she slipped naked into the shower.  It occurred to her that is was a bit silly to feel modest about her body with all she’d done with Joe.

The shower made her feel a bit better, and when she came out after her shower with a towel wrapped around her, she found her kimono on the outside door, already washed and dried.  She smiled, but her slutself kicked in, “If he keeps treating you kindly, you’re going to get bitchy.  You should go out with your kimono open down the front, and show him that you’re still a slut.”

“But, I do like to be taken care of . . . “

“He’s not going to stop taking care of you, and then you have to pay for it later, because you’ll start feeling guilty.  If you want, you can get bitchy and run him off.  I’m sure that will help.”

“NOOO!” but she knew she would, too.

“Then, trust me, do it my way.  You’ll thank me later,” her slutself told her.

She sighed, but did it her way.

 

So, she went out with her kimono all the way open in front, and came up and hugged him from behind while he was at the counter, cutting something on a cutting board.  She rubbed her thighs on his ass, and reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. 

“Mmmmmmmm . . . you must be feeling better,” he chuckled, turned around and kissed her, immediately noticing her open kimono. 

“You’d better wait and let me cook these before I attack you.  Sit down, here,” he commanded, indicating a chair.  She allowed him to push her into the chair with a disappointed whimpering sound, but then she smiled up at him to let him know she wasn’t really upset with him.

He cooked both of their omelets at the same time, since all the ingredients were in little bowls by the pans, and his hands moved quickly.  He flipped both of their omelets in the air to turn them, instead of using a spatula.  She watched him admiringly, “You’re good at that.”

“Well, after all, I’m a chef,” he said.  “In fact, I’m a Certified Master Chef.  Did you think that Wendy would hire anything but the top?  She pays me all I want, so I don’t have to work very hard.  I used to run a large food operation, but the stress was too much—and I didn’t have time for sexy women.  Besides, omelets are very easy to prepare.”

“You’re a Master Chef?  Really?  Wow.  I’m impressed.”

He shrugged.  “It’s what I do.  Besides lusting after sexy women like you, I mean,” he grinned.  She blushed. 

“But here, eat before it gets cold,” as he served her omelet tastefully presented on a plate garnished with a sprig of parsley and an orange slice.

She took a bite and marveled at the flavors—this was no ordinary omelet, but contained some ingredients that she couldn’t even identify.  “Wow, this is wonderful.”  So, she ate, savoring every bite.

When she finished, she sipped coffee and looked at him gratefully.  “That was incredible.  I had no idea that an omelet could taste so wonderful.  And, you’ve been so nice to me.  Thank you.”  He smiled back at her, still eating.  He ate somewhat slower than she did, so she just watched him, her eyes alight thinking about their intimacy.

“You’ll have to punish me, you know.”  She tried to make her voice light, but was serious.

“For what?”

“For all this being nice to me.  I don’t feel like I deserve it, so if I don’t get punished, I get all bitchy and I’d push you away.”  He looked thoughtful. 

“But, if you do punish me, and treat me like a slut who deserves to be humiliated—at least part of the time—then you can keep being nice to me, and I won’t have to push you away,” she said, looking at him, her eyes shining.  “I think I’d like that.”

“Wendy and Josie and Lisa talk about this a lot, and they say the same thing . . . well, maybe in different words, but pretty much the same thing.  I’m getting close to being convinced.”

“Well, you can still be nice to me for awhile before the punishment starts,” she grinned at him.

“Heheh . . . ok, we can enjoy the rest of the morning, and then I’ll beat your ass.  How’s that for a plan?” he chuckled.

“Mmmmmm, sounds good to me,” she replied.

 

They did have a nice morning.  After breakfast, they sat there together chatting for an hour or so, then Kari did the dishes, and cleaned up from his cooking, while he sat and enjoyed his coffee, lightly talking about different topics on the news and the weather.  When she was putting stuff away, she found a lot of food in the pantry and in the fridge that she hadn’t had before.

“You got all this stuff this morning?  And you gave it to me?”

“Well, yes.”

“It’s a lot.”

“Actually, it’s from Wendy’s budget.  She gives me a carte blanche for food supplies at her place.  I called her to check in, because she had been wondering about you, and told her about your empty food stores, so she told me to go ahead and buy what I thought you’d need.  It may not be your usual food, but I tried to stick with pretty basic stuff.  Besides, I might even get to cook here sometimes,” he grinned.

She looked at him, and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times while she tried to figure out what to say.  “Uhm . . . uh . . . this is incredible.  There must be several hundred dollars of food here.”

He shrugged and sort of nodded.  Kari finished cleaning up, then just went to him and took his coffee cup from his hand, and sat on his lap and kissed him deeply.  He finally broke the kiss so he could breathe, and looked at her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For all of it . . . breakfast, the food you bought, . . . the sexy stuff . . . all of it.”

“Oh.  Then, you’re welcome.  And, thank Wendy the next time you see her, since it was her money.”

“Ok.  But for the sex part, I’m thanking you, since it was your cock.”  She kissed him again, and took his hand and put it between her legs.  Things got rather interesting after that.

 

They took a nap together after that, but only a short one, then they moved out to the living room.  Kari started feeling guilty about all the nice things he’d given her.  She told him that he was getting close to her limit of ‘good stuff’ and so he told her to take off her robe and get across his knees.  She did as she was told, and he started rubbing her ass with his open hand.  Without warning, he swatted her ass hard.

“OUCH!  That HURT!”

“Well, yeah . . . it’s supposed to,” he said calmly, and swatted her again.  Her nipples began to get hard, and she was embarrassed to realize that her pussy was dripping again, and she could smell her own sexual arousal.  She was sure he could smell her, too.

He kept spanking her every 15 or 20 seconds, always hard enough to sting.  Her ass was still covered by the markings from the “SLUT” paddle, and the skin was still red and sensitive.  He paused and played with her wet cunt for a bit and then went back to the spanking.  There were tears in her eyes, but her cunt was weeping horny juices without limit, it seemed.

“Now, go and put on your nipple chain, your buttplug, heels, and bring me some of your panties.”

She got up and did as she had been told, and returned.  Her ass was on fire, and she still wasn’t accustomed to either the nipple chain or the buttplug.  She handed him her panties, as her pussy continued to pulse with her arousal.

“Spread your legs.”  She did, and he put the panties into her cunt.  She was dripping wet, of course, so he got them good and soaked and then just pulled them out and rubbed her face with them, and put them around her neck.  Her face burned red with the humiliation, and she could feel and smell her own cunt juices on her face.

 

Just then, the doorbell rang.  She just looked at him, suddenly wide-eyed and scared.

“Go find out who it is,” he told her calmly.

“Like this?”

“Of course.  It’s your house.  You can dress however you want to in your own house.  If they don’t like it, that’s their problem.”  She went to the door, and cautiously opened it a crack and looked out.

“Who is it?” she asked, but as soon as she looked outside, she knew.

“It’s me, Victoria.”

“Uhm . . . hello . . . can I help you?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, you can.  I just found out that you fucked my son, so I’m here to discuss that with you,” and she pushed the door open, and came inside, almost knocking Kari down.

Victoria swept into the room, tear trails running her makeup down from her eyes, with a young woman in tow about 18 years old or so.  She wasn’t very pretty, a rather plain face, a brunette with a medium body, medium breasts, but she was wearing a light summer dress which didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, like she was trying to show off.  Her nipples were somewhat visible, so her bra must have been see-thru.  Her makeup was rather extreme, and she looked like she had dressed to try to make all the other girls jealous.  She had obviously been crying, too.

Victoria herself, who Kari knew was pregnant although not very far along in her term, was wearing a brightly colored gown, as though she was going to an evening ball, her cleavage obvious to all, and a slit up her thigh which appeared to have the purpose of revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties.  

Then she saw Joe, sitting on the couch.

“Well, hello.  I’m sorry to disturb you, but I have just heard some disturbing news.  My son! . . . Who are you?”

Kari just stood there naked, with her nipple chain on, and her panties around her neck, totally humiliated and flustered by Victoria’s forceful entrance.

Joe stood up, walked in front of Kari, obviously protecting, and looked at her, and said bluntly, “Well, before we get that straight, what right do you have barging in here into Kari’s house so rudely?”

Victoria put her hands into her face, and started crying.  “I’m sorry.  I’m just so upset.  My son . . . disobeyed me.”

“You’re Victoria Blanding, aren’t you?”  She nodded, sniffling.

“And who is this young lady with you?” Joe asked.  To Kari, he whispered gently, “Sit down,” pointing to a chair, and handing her kimono to her.  “I’ll handle this.”  Kari slipped on the kimono, and sat down, gratefully relieved that he had stepped in.

“She is . . . or was,  . . . my son’s girlfriend.”

“What’s your name, young lady?” Joe asked her.

“Michelle.”

“Thank you, Michelle.  A very nice name.  My name is Joe Dupont.  Please come in and sit down, indicating a chair across from Kari.”  Michelle sat down, and wiped her eyes.  Victoria had looked up at him when he’d said his name.

“Victoria, sit down there,” indicating a chair.  “I have no idea what this is all about, but I will find out.  If you can’t be a bit more courteous, then I’ll escort you outside.  You had no right barging in here so rudely, and I won’t hesitate to call the police, if necessary, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that kind of publicity.” 

Victoria sat down as though she was in shock, and asked, “Joe Dupont . . . Joseph Dupont.  Aren’t you Wendy Marcella’s chef?”

“I am he, yes,” Joe replied. 

Victoria blushed bright red and cleared her throat.  “Uhm . . . I am SO sorry to have barged in so rudely.  My apologies.  Please forgive me.”  She took a handful from the tissue box from the end table, and wiped her face and eyes . . . then she took the whole box onto her lap. 

“Ok, but what is this all about?”

She cleared her throat again.  “Well, Michelle and I are very close, and my son has been dating her for several years.  I had thought that they were suited for each other, and I was just sure they would get married.  Earlier today, they had come by before they went to the circus today.  So, I spoke with my son, Don, about planning for their wedding, and he blew up at me.  He’s never done that before.  He’s always been a very obedient son.  He said some very hurtful things.  Michelle was shocked, too.”

“What did say?  So far, I do not understand why you came here and rudely intruded into Kari’s home.”

“He said that he was sick of me trying to control his life.  That I’d gone crazy when his dad died, and that because of me, he’d ended up fucking—raping, in fact, he said--a very nice lady at that party only because I had wanted to move up my social status, and that I’d lied to everyone telling them that he’d fucked me.  And, that Michelle was just a whore wanting him to knock her up so he’d have to marry her, and he wasn’t going to follow my directions anymore.  Or, Michelle’s either.  And, he just left, all angry and saying that he wouldn’t be back.”

“Ok, so why did you come here.”

Victoria covered her face with her hands and sobbed. 

Michelle said, “She told me that he was coming here to fuck his whore, and she was going to stop him and bring him back into line.  Uhm . . . Kari is the nice lady he  . . . uhm  . . . had sex with, he said.”  Joe looked at Kari, and she nodded slightly, then looked down at the floor.

Joe just looked back at Michelle.  “That’s what she said.”

“Yes, sir. . . . uhm . . . I’m not saying I agree that she’s a whore . . . I’m just saying . . . well, that’s what she said, yes.  I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You both came in here rather rudely, so I’m going to be rather blunt.  Were you trying to get Don to knock you up so he’d have to marry you?  Tell me the truth.  I could just call the police and have you both arrested for a public disturbance.  And, I’m sure my employer would back me up on that, so just tell me the truth.”

Michelle looked at him with pain in her eyes, and then looked at the floor, and nodded, the tears coming again.  “I’m not much to look at . . . so, I didn’t think I’d ever get a guy like Don.  So, I just did what she told me to do, . . . hoping, like . . . you know.”  Kari felt her pain as though it was her own.  She remembered feeling the same thing when she’d married her ex, and then she’d screwed it all up by being such a bitch.

Joe, on the other hand, was looking at Victoria.  “So, you thought you had it all figured out, Victoria, and even though your son is old enough to make his own choices, you decided that you’d just force him to do what you wanted no matter what it cost.”

Victoria fell forward off of her chair onto the floor, her hands covering her face, her gown had crawled up, showing her bare ass, confirming that she wasn’t wearing any panties.   Her bare ass quivered with her sobs.  “Nobody knew that my husband was my Master.  I was his slave, then he died and I’m . . . I don’t . . . didn’t know what to do . . . I’ve just been trying to be what people expected me to be . . . a rich bitch . . . I didn’t . . . I don’t . . .” she trailed off, sobbing.

 

Joe and Kari looked at each other, completely surprised.  “And, Michelle?”  Joe, asked.  Victoria was sobbing so hard, she couldn’t have heard him.

Michelle looked more uncomfortable, as if that was possible. 

“She’s my aunt, sorta’.  We were living in a trailer in on the South side, I mean all of us . . . I was only about 3 years old, but guys used to come and fuck anybody who was available.  They used to make me clean their cocks afterwards.  After Victoria got married to that rich guy, they hid me in the grounds keeper’s building, . . . some of her relatives worked there.  She told me that my mom was her half-sister, or something like that . . . at least nobody knew who their fathers were.  I don’t know what happened to my mom or the rest of them, but there was a fire in the trailer park when a meth lab blew up, and some people got killed and everyone ran away.  I think they forgot about me, so I haven’t heard from anyone . . . any of them since then.  When Victoria had the money, she rented an apartment for me to live in, and  . . . well, I guess you know the rest of it, pretty much.”

Joe sat back, blinking.  “So, you’ve just been doing whatever Victoria told you to do, and Don finally got sick of pretending.”

“Well, not exactly.  Don didn’t know about any of that, so far as I know,” Michelle said.  “He wasn’t pretending.  Victoria was the one pretending.  And I do love Don . . . I’m not pretending about that, either.  I was pretending to be an up-class girl, with the dresses that Victoria gave me, but I wasn’t pretending about being in love with him.  I really do love him.  You’ve heard about girls who ‘worship the ground he walks on’, and it’s really true with me about him, no kidding.  He’s a really incredible guy, and I’d do anything for him, sex, marriage . . . anything.  I would lick his feet and crawl to him naked down the street . . . anything . . . if he would love me.” Michelle’s eyes were filled with pain, and Kari knew that she was really telling the truth, baring her soul.

Victoria had risen up to a sitting position once more, still wiping her eyes.  “No, Don didn’t know any of it.”

 

Joe looked at Kari again, this time, his face showing his exasperation.  “Is there anything else that you’ve been pretending and hiding, either of you?” he asked Michelle and Victoria.  “If I find out later that you have left anything out, I’ll make sure you pay for all of it.”  He sounded firm, but Kari had the feeling he was just pushing to get the whole truth, even if his threat was just a threat and nothing more.  They saw him as a person of power in his role with Wendy, so they took his treat seriously.  He wasn’t just a “cook,” he was a “Master Chef,” which was way beyond their understanding of the roles of rich folks.

The both shook their heads, Michelle still sitting on the chair, her head bowed, and Victoria on the floor, her mascara smeared all over from her attempts to wipe her tears. 

“No, Sir.  That’s the real story, the whole story,” Victoria said, sounding totally defeated.  “Except that I never told Michelle that her mom died in that explosion.  Uhm, she was the one cooking the meth when it blew.”  She looked at Michelle, and said, “I’m sorry.  She died from the burns.  She was my sister.  I’ve missed her so much all these years.”  More tears.

“I thought so, anyway,” Michelle replied, also crying.  Both of them looked as defeated as anyone could be.  Maybe even worse.

 

Joe just looked at them for awhile.  Kari was so shocked her mind felt numb, even though she hadn’t had anything to drink.  Then he said, “Go clean up your faces, and  . . . take off those stupid gowns, both of you.  You look like you don’t know how to wear them anyway.  I’m going to call Wendy to discuss all of this.  We MIGHT be able to help you get out of this tangle, but go.  Kari will come get you when I’m ready to talk with you.”  They both got up obediently and went in the direction he had pointed.

 

Kari went over beside Joe on the couch, and snuggled up, giving him a huge hug and a kiss, without saying a word.  He looked down at her warm smile.  “Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . thanks and all that.  I get it,” he said in a fake sarcastic voice.  She kissed him again, and was in it, kissing her in return, she could feel it, feel his heart in it.   When it was over, he smiled, and said, “The only thing that pisses me off here, is what they interrupted.”

“Oh?  Were you planning to stop, since you know that they’re both submissives?  We might need to move over to Wendy’s to have room for all the whippings, though.  You could have all 3 of us, and who knows how slutty and kinky it might become.  I could serve as your designated server . . . <ahem> . . . if you ask real nice.” Kari told him mildly.  Smiling up at him.  He blinked.

“You aren’t supposed to know anything about stuff like that, churchy lady,” he replied.

“Which part?  That they are submissives?  That I was volunteering as the slut of all time that you can have to fuck all night and spank my ass and more unmentionable stuff?  The kinkier part?  The whippings?  Or Wendy’s?” she asked innocently.

His eyes laughed and he kissed her, then his voice laughed aloud with delight. 

“You’re amazing.  And, sexy, do you know that?”

“I hope so, Sir.  I’m just your slut.  For the day, anyway.” she replied in her most innocent voice.

“Only for the day?“

She lifted her chin and looked at him, blinking her eyes slowly with exaggerated innocence.  “You haven’t chosen me for tonight . . . yet.”  He laughed again.

“Hush, so I can call Wendy.”

“Yes, Sir.  An’ it please you, Sir,” blinking more.  He slapped her face lightly, and they both laughed.

 

“She is sending someone to pick all of us up,” he told them when Kari brought them out.  They were both naked, since he’d told them to take their gowns off.  They looked very intimidated, so much so that they didn’t even know if they could use the towels they had brought with them to cover themselves.

“While they are on the way, I was instructed to spank you both.  So, come over here, Victoria, across my lap,” Joe said.  She obediently lay across his lap, and he spanked her hard 10 times, without any particular comments.  Victoria sort of squeaked several times, but clearly relaxed, as though relieved from having to function as the one in charge, and her punishment secure.  Michelle was a bit more cautious, but she obeyed and lay across his lap.  He wasn’t as vigorous with his spanking with Michelle, but afterwards, she looked at him rather demurely with obvious sexual interest.  Kari took note of that, slightly jealous.  She realized then that she was really starting to want and need and . . . maybe even love Joe.  There was a lot more to him as a person than he’d seemed the first few times they had met.

Lisa drove up in a van, and they all loaded in.  She was wearing her ‘butler’ outfit, although, Kari noticed that she was naked from the waist down, which only the truckers could have seen as she was driving, unless she got out.  She smiled and greeted Kari with an enormous kiss, warm and sensuous, opened the door for her to sit beside her in the front, and graciously escorted the other two women in the side door.  Joe had given Victoria and Michelle some very medium length robes, which Lisa had brought with her, so they weren’t exactly naked, but close. 

They all buckled in, and they were at Wendy’s ‘palace’ (as Kari had come to call it) after only a short ride.  Joe arrived in his own car right behind them, and used a key to go into a side door.  They went inside without further ado.  Kari had hoped that Joe would come in with them, but she didn’t protest.

 

When they went thru the entrance hall, Kari noticed both Victoria and Michelle looking in awe at the sexual pictures in the tapestries, and the enormity of the mansion as they walked down to the drawing room.  Lisa ushered the others to the chairs, gave them a drink, and then she took Kari out to the kitchen—and kissed her deeply and soundly.

“Gawd, I’ve missed you,” she murmured into Kari’s lips, her tongue interrupting Kari’s attempt to reply.  When she had given Kari a chance to talk, she asked “Missed me?”

Lisa looked at her lovingly.  ”You were my “Slut Billboard” and “Poke Her” game sister, and besides, I’ve tasted your pussy.  You’re scrumptious!  I want more of you, that’s for sure, you sexy slut.”

“Oh,” Kari blushed, still not quite understanding.  Lisa kissed her again, if anything deeper than the last one, and Kari’s slutself kicked in and responded after only a second or two.  “If you’re not already committed to anyone’s bed, you can sleep with me . . . although, we might only sleep for a couple of hours,” Lisa giggled.

“Uhm . . . well, I was already . . . uh, Joe helped me, and  . . . uhm. . . .” 

Lisa’s face looked a bit disappointed.

“Damn it, DAMN him, he beat me to it . . . er, you,” she said, and sighed.  “Well, maybe I can give you a massage tomorrow morning?”

“I’d love that, really, Lisa . . . you’re so beautiful and sexy and your fingers are heavenly,” Kari replied, giggling.  “You have a body like I have always wanted to have.  But, I have no idea what’s going to happen . . . uhm . . . I’m not even a lesbian, but I get turned on when I look at your pussy. . . . I don’t know what’s going to happen. . . .  I don’t even work here.” 

Lisa laughed at that last phrase, and sent her back out, so that nobody would get suspicious of her absence, although she took the panties from around Kari’s neck, which she had forgotten about.  That was humiliating, in itself.  She’d forgotten that she had even been wearing them that entire time.

 

When she came back out into the drawing room, both Victoria and Michelle were looking very ill at ease, trying to sip their drinks with trembling hands.  Kari went to the bar, and found a drink with a small card under it labeled “Kari, rum and coke, with lust, ~Lisa~.”   She laughed and set it on the end-table by the other loveseat, near the two nervous women. 

“Can I get you another drink?” she asked.

“Well, yes, thank you,” Victoria replied.  Michelle looked a bit dismayed, but gulped down what was in her glass, and nodded.

“What did you have?  Or, do you want something else to drink?  I’m not very good at bartending, but I can probably look it up on the chart and figure it out,” Kari said, laughing a bit, and thinking about how she was coming to feel more at ease in this setting.

“Actually, I’d love a tequila sunrise,” Victoria said.  “I haven’t had one for a good while, because I don’t know how to make them.”

“I don’t know how to make them either,” Kari said, “but I’ll find out for you.  And, you, Michelle?”

“Uhm . . . I don’t know what I had, it was something sweet . . . I guess I’ll have . . . I think they call it a “screwdriver,” Michelle said.  “I really don’t know about many drinks.”

“Ah, yes, I’ve seen that on the list, too.  I’ll have them both right up for you, or, I’ll find out from Lisa how to make them, if I can’t find them on the list.” 

But, she did find both of those drinks on the bartender list, and followed the directions exactly.  She was rather proud of the tequila sunrise she made, as the grenadine colored the bottom and began to rise in the glass.  The screwdriver was almost disappointingly easy to make, but she served them both on the platter, feeling very good about that.  Always before, she’d felt so naked as the barmaid, and she hadn’t really tried to make any of the drinks correctly.  She’d just hoped she got the right stuff in the right glass, and hadn’t even succeeded in that, most of the time.  Thankfully, the guys were more interested in screwing her, or playing poker to care at the time.  Her cunt pulsed again at the memory of all those guys screwing her.

 

Kari sat down on the loveseat, and took a sip of her rum and coke—Lisa was already trying to get her drunk, as strong as this drink was.  She giggled and thought that she could now go and make one for herself, and maybe even make a stronger one for Lisa, to get her back, but she couldn’t remember what Lisa usually had.

“So, how are your drinks?” she asked them.

“This is really a very nice tequila sunrise,” Victoria said.  Michelle merely nodded at her gratefully, and smiled.

“I’m sure Lisa will be out soon with some snacks or whatever . . . I don’t really know what the plan is, though,” Kari said, trying to sound gracious.

“I’m sorry for barging into your home,” Victoria said.  “I’ve been a bit out of control since my husband . . . er, my Master . . . died.”

“Needing some punishment for being slutty?”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Victoria replied, sounding full of desire for it, and drained her glass.

“Would you like a refill?” Kari asked, noticing.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she burped, covering her mouth. “S’cuse me.” 

Kari refilled her glass, again making the sunrise work like it should.  She giggled to herself that it was such an irony to play god making the sun rise, when she’d been raised to think that drinks were evil.  She returned to them and gave it to Victoria.

“Michelle?”  Kari had noticed that Michelle had barely touched her drink.  Michelle looked embarrassed, and shook her head, but her eyes looked confused. 

“Would you like something else?” Kari asked.  “That one is a bit on the tart side and the orange juice is hard on my stomach.  A bit too much acid for me.” 

Michelle looked scared, almost guilty, like she’d been discovered, and then shook her head.

“No, really . . . it doesn’t look like you like that one.  Wouldn’t you like to try something else?”

“What are you drinking?” she asked cautiously.

“Rum and coke . . . uhm . . . cola, the soda drink, with some rum in it,” Kari replied.  “I like it well enough, it’s pretty sweet.”

“Can I try one of those, please?”

“Sure . . . and, Michelle?” as she took the screwdriver glass from her.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“If you don’t like it, promise me that you’ll tell me, ok?  And, I’ll get you something else.”

Michelle looked at her.  “Yes, Ma’am, I promise.” Then she smiled at Kari, blushing at bit self-consciously.

Kari made her one, and she sipped it and smiled, obviously liking it much better.  “Mmmm . . . I like this one, thank you very much, Ma’am,” Michelle said to her.  Kari felt proud of herself for helping Michelle feel a bit more at home. 

Lisa appeared with a cart full of hors d'oeuvres, as well as an ice bucket of champagne.  Kari was a bit surprised about the champagne, as she wasn’t sure what it was about, so she didn’t ask.  The one thing she did feel was that she was being treated as ‘part of the family’ so to speak.  She felt very good about that.

 

Wendy came in dressed in a light summer dress, showing a lot of thigh and cleavage, without even the slightest hint of self-consciousness.  Kari found herself looking to see if she was wearing panties, and the few glimpses she got seemed to suggest that she wasn’t.  Kari blushed about looking, all the same.  For an extremely rich person—Kari didn’t know how rich she really was, in fact—she didn’t look like she cared about dressing to anyone’s expectations.  The truth was likely that she didn’t care because it didn’t matter anymore, after owning mega-millions, or maybe billions.

“Hello, Victoria, . . . and Michelle,” she said.  Victoria tried to get up, but almost lost her balance, so Wendy told her laughing, “No, really, stay seated, nice to meet you,” and bent over and kissed her cheek, politely.  Michelle was already standing, and she bowed her head and curtseyed, but Wendy gave her a very warm hug and a kiss on the lips. Michelle’s eyes grew wide during the kiss, so Kari knew that Wendy’s tongue was welcoming her, too, as when Kari had first met her.  When Wendy released her, Michelle looked very aroused, unconsciously lifting the side of her hair against her face sexily, and seemed more than a little dazed. 

She moved to Kari, who had also stood when Wendy had arrived, and Kari bowed to her, thinking that she was very happy to have the honor of bowing to her, in fact.  Wendy pulled up her chin and kissed her even more soundly, and perhaps more obviously sexual, because Kari thought she even heard sucking sounds after she returned her tongue into Wendy’s mouth to follow hers.  When Wendy withdrew from the kiss, Kari was almost breathless, and Lisa was clapping her hands in salute.

“Oh, sorry,” Lisa said, blushing, and stopped clapping, and bowed into a demure pose.  Wendy just laughed, went over to her, kissed her, too, and swatted her on the ass.  Victoria looked rather blankly at everyone, trying to keep up with all of this.  Michelle, on the other hand, seemed to catch everything, and blushed and laughed, and tried to be invisible all at the same time.

Wendy sat down, and Lisa served her a tray of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, then served everyone the same thing, especially putting a glass of champagne beside each of the rest of them. 

“Well, Victoria, it seems your panties have been caught in your crack.  Your son has told you where to go, and the truth has come out about your real past.”

Victoria wasn’t totally drunk yet, so she got the point right away.  “Yes, Ms. Marcella.  That sums it up rather well, I’d say.  I’m sorry.  I’ve been trying to act like I know what I’m doing, but I really and truly don’t.  I may have a lot of money, but I’m lost otherwise.  I don’t even know what to do with the investments that he left me, and all that.”

“And Michelle has been an innocent bystander, a pawn in your game, and you’ve even been trying to use your own son in a similar way to gain social status.”

“Well, yes, that’s true, too.  I admit it.”

“Confession is good for the soul, the Bible says, and in this case, it is very good.  I can accept the truth, and you’ve given it.  I actually already knew about your past, but since you’re willing to be honest, that’s not a problem.  I’m sure we can work out a way to help you get to a better place with all of this.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Victoria said, with some tears in her eyes.

Michelle spoke up at that moment.  “Ma’am?”

“Yes?”

“She didn’t make me date her son, though.  I did that on my own, although, I was afraid that he may not want me.”

“I understand he’s quite a hunk.”

Michelle blushed . . . and then looked at Kari quickly and then back to Wendy.  “Uhm, yes, he is . . . he’s never had sex with me, though.  I was hoping he would, but then . . . uhm . . . he said he has come to like older women.”  Kari blushed at that.

“Like Kari here. . . . and yes, Kari, I know all about your fucking spree with Don, that’s not a problem, darling.”  Kari’s face grew even more red, and she looked down, thinking about how both Victoria and Michelle had seen her earlier naked wearing only a nipple chain, panties around her neck, heels, and a buttplug.  Now this.  Her cunt was enjoying it, though, because she could have measured the juices running down her thighs.  She smelled like a whore, that’s for sure.  Humiliation always lubricated her a lot.

 

“Well, relax . . . this is not a trial for anyone, and there’s plenty of food and drink, and we do enjoy sexual games along the way.  But, don’t eat too much yet, dinner will be served for everyone in a couple of hours.  But, as soon as everyone is comfortable, then we’ll adjourn to the Jacuzzi.  But for now, everyone, ready a toast.  Joe?”  Lisa had been serving everyone a glass of champagne while she had been talking.

“Yes, Ma’am?” he appeared in the nearby doorway, dressed as a Master Chef.

“Please join us, since you’ve been a major part of all of this.”

“Indeed, Ma’am, thank you,” he replied bowing and came in and took the glass of champagne from Lisa.

“And, you, too, Lisa darling,” Wendy said.

“Thank you, Mistress,” and she took a glass and held it high with the rest of them.

“Here’s to this wonderful sexy group of misfits.  May all of us find our way to fit into a world which doesn’t understand us.  Cheers!”

Glasses clinked together, and they drank.  It was the first time that Kari had really joined in a toast, so it was very meaningful to her, especially with what Wendy had said.  She looked over at Michelle, and saw that she looked the same way.

 

Michelle blushed, and started to say something.  Wendy interrupted her to say, “No clothes are allowed in the Jacuzzi, so you don’t need a bathing suit.”  If anything, this made Michelle even more nervous, Kari noticed, so she walked with her to the Jacuzzi room, and hugged her around the shoulder.

“It will be fine, don’t worry.”

“I’ve never been . . . uhm . . . “

“I know, it was hard at first for me, too, but, it will be fine.  Stay close to me, and you can even hide behind me, if you want to.”

Michelle looked at her gratefully, and smiled.  “Thank you.  You’re nice.”

“I’m just trying to help because I’ve been there, like you are, and someone helped me,” Kari grinned back, thinking especially about Lisa.

 

They went to the changing room, and Kari took off her kimono, and helped Michelle remove her robe.  She handed her a towel, and then they walked the few steps to the Jacuzzi, dropped their towels together and slipped into the warm water.  Michelle grabbed Kari from the side, and then sidled around behind her, trying to hide her blushing face.  There were mirrors all around, even on the ceiling, so everyone could see everyone, anyway, but Michelle hadn’t noticed that yet.

Joe came up and slipped off his shorts and stepped in, and came to Kari’s other side and kissed her warmly.  She smiled at him, and sort of nodded toward Michelle who was still hiding her face behind Kari’s other shoulder.

“Michelle, don’t worry, none of us will do anything to you that you don’t want.  If anyone tries, I’ll wack’em!” he told her.

Michelle lifted her head and peeked out.  “But, aren’t you the cook?” she asked.

“Well, yes,” he replied mildly.

“He’s not just a cook, Michelle, he’s a Master Chef,” Kari told her.  “So, if he wacks somebody, it will likely be with a cleaver, and besides, I can tell you, he’s very strong.”  She blushed a bit, thinking about how long he had fucked her with his strong thigh muscles.

“I’m not sure what that is, but is sounds like you’re a very important person.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

“I AM saying that,” Kari said.

“Hush, baby . . . I’m trying to help her feel safer.”

“You’ve got it backwards, Mister Joseph Dupont SIR!” she told him, nose to nose.  “She’ll feel safer when somebody who is in charge is protecting her, not a cumslut barmaid like me!”  Then she kissed him, putting her tongue to work to stop his words.  Inside, though, Kari had blushed from him calling her his “baby.”

“<gurgle> buff shfffmphf nstufphl” he tried to say past her tongue.

Michelle had peeked around Kari’s shoulder and giggled.

“Are you two long-time lovers?” she asked, when Kari had finally let him go, and he’d played like he was suffocating, and dramatically proclaimed that he was dying from her kissing her too much too long.

“Uhm . . . well . . . it’s a bit iffy . . . “

“YES!” Joe said, since he had finally gotten some air.  Kari wacked him on the arm, and blushed.

“Do you want him?  He can be a real pain sometimes,” Kari said, laughingly.

“Moi?” Joe asked innocently.

“And, he’s studied four languages, so he can say stuff and I can’t even figure out what he’s saying.”

“Five, actually, but, en boca cerrada no entran moscas,” Joe said, and Kari wacked him again.

 

At that, Michelle laughed so hard, she fell face-first into the water, and they had to grab her quickly and bring her face back up so she didn’t choke or drown.  It took her a bit to regain her composure, but she finally did, although she was still laughing. 

“So, you understood what he said . . . that sounded like Spanish . . . and just what DID he say?” Kari said, looking a bit miffed at Joe.

“He said,” and she laughed a bit more, sort of snorting, and then caught her breath again.  “He said . . .  uhm  . . .in English, it would be something like . . . ‘into a closed mouth, no flies enter’  . . . uhm . . . it’s a common Mexican phrase which means that it’s better to . . . uhm . . . keep your mouth shut,” and she started to laugh again and couldn’t stop.

“I see,” Kari said . . . and then she laughed, too, and pinched Joe’s cheeks with both hands and kissed him.  He started waving his arms like he was running out of air, and she wacked him again.

“Ok, no prob, I’ll just skip on the breathing thing,” he said.  She wacked him again, harder this time.  “Hey!  I didn’t say anything bad!  En boca cerrada,“ and Kari dunked him under the water.  When he came up sputtering, she waited and then kissed him, and he started waving his arms again like he was drowning.

“I think Kari should be my protector on this one,” Michelle said, laughing even more.

“MAYDAY!   MAYDAY!” he said loudly, and very facetiously.

 

Awhile later, Michelle was in Wendy’s lap, and it was obvious to everyone that she was enjoying every . . . uh . . . level of their connection, which was especially obvious when Michelle would lean back and try to stifle the scream of her orgasm, rather unsuccessfully, although nobody minded in the least.  Water splashed everywhere, though, and Michelle giggled after she came down from her cums.  In the meantime, Victoria had been using a machine to the side of the Jacuzzi which pumped a dildo back and forth into her cunt until she came numerous times and she’d passed out, so Lisa had shut it off a short while later, and left her there to sleep. 

Josie had joined Kari and Joe and Lisa, and the last thing that Kari remembered was sitting on Joe’s lap with his rock hard cock deep inside her for something like the fourth time, while Lisa was kissing her and Josie was sucking on one of her tits while rubbing her clit.  After that mega orgasm, she vaguely remembered other positions, including sucking Josie’s cunt, while Lisa was munching hers, while Joe watched, and tried to get his cock back up to hardness to join them.

Michelle stopped being so inhibited after Wendy had played with her, and was like a water nymph, playing and laughing and having so much fun, they all just enjoyed her. 

Things got a bit foggy after that.  She vaguely remembered eating dinner in there somewhere, which Joe had obviously already prepared, all the flavors as exquisite as always.

Since everyone else seemed to be almost asleep after the meal, Wendy told Joe and Lisa to put everyone in bed, but this time, Kari had regained some awareness, and was able to get up and help.  Michelle’s thighs were still dripping with her cunt juices, so when Kari helped her to bed, she reached down and took some on her finger, and put it in her mouth.

“That’s slutty, isn’t it,” she asked her slutself.

“Well, DUH!”

“Oh, quit it . . . so I like other women’s cunt juices as well as guy’s cum?”

“You’re asking me, or telling me?”

“Never mind . . . I get it, anyway.  I’m a bisexual slut, whore, what else is new?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“You ARE a part of myself.”

“Well, it’s good to be finally accepted and recognized.  Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.  I think.”

 

So, Kari went to the king-sized bed and found that Joe wanted to be on one side of her, and Lisa wanted to be on the other.  Lisa wrapped her legs around Kari’s as soon as she climbed in, and Joe started to, but sighed when he felt Lisa’s legs, and just laid back, so Kari snuggled up to his chest, too, along with feeling Lisa’s tits against her other side.  She’d never felt more wanted in her entire life.  It was a wonderful feeling.

 

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