Her New Name—Part 11

(FM/F, FF fingering in nude bar, innocent girl role play, MF, plot)

By SM

From Part 10: 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?”

Kari woke up already horny with someone sucking on her left nipple, and a hand fondling her right boob. Lisa looked up at her mischievously, “Your nipples were hard while you were sleeping . . . so I thought I’d take advantage of that. Joe had to go get the breakfast crew lined out, but he said he’d be back. So, I get to ravish you all by myself for at least a few minutes!”

Kari giggled and blushed, and Lisa reached up kissed her lips, and Kari’s horniness went up another notch. Lisa turned sideways on the bed and started kissing her way down Kari’s body to her pussy, and then started teasing her cunt lips. Kari saw her thighs and turned toward them, reaching out to pull Lisa’s legs until they were laying sideways together. Then she pulled Lisa on top of her in a 69 and rubbed her face against Lisa cunt from underneath. She loved the warmth and wetness of Lisa’s cunt against her skin, her eyes, and her mouth. Soon, they were both sucking and squealing, thighs pulsing, and juices flowing.

“Wow!” they heard Joe say. “That’s hot!” Kari came, just thinking about him watching them suck each other with such abandon--that was a turn-on all its own. Lisa pressed her cunt against Kari’s face, and squeezed out her orgasm, as well. After they slowed down, Lisa laid to the side, and Kari saw Joe sitting beside them on the bed grinning, naked and jerking on his cock. She smiled at him, and crooked a finger beckoning him, and he slid between her legs and inside her. She could feel her face was still coated with Lisa’s cum, and she felt more than ever like a bisexual slut whore. He kissed her and fucked her. Kari said, “Oh, Joe, please cum on my face! I love the taste of your cum and how it feels on my skin!”

Apparently, her wanting that and saying so kicked him over the line, so he pulled out of her cunt, and jumped up just in time for Kari to catch his cum on her face and hair—and especially her eyes. She cooed and rubbed the warm cum all over her cheeks and licked it off of her fingers, cumming again, feeling so slutty she quivered all the way down her body from the intense sexual feelings.

All three of them laid there for a good while, enjoying the morning.

“What a way to wake up,” Kari said to the other two. “Thank you, both of you.” Then she looked curiously at both of them in turn. “Do you two make love sometimes, too?”

“We have in the past,” Lisa said. “Joe’s a very sexy guy. But, we work so much together, it started to interfere, so we just sort of let it go.”

“Yeah, Lisa’s one of the hottest women on the planet! . . . alongside you, of course, Kari . . . so if I let myself think about fucking her, I wouldn’t get any work done. But, if we were in another setting, I’d marry either of you by tomorrow. I love you both.” Both women giggled and thanked him for his compliment.

“Speaking of work, though, I need to supervise an inventory of the food stores and order more, so I’m going to be busy the rest of the day. I’m sorry. I’d rather spend time with you.”
“I need to get some work done, too,” Lisa sighed. “I can give you a ride home, Kari, as soon as you get ready.”

Kari felt a bit disappointed, but there really hadn’t been any plans for today. And, after all, she was supposed to be home recovering from being sick. She WAS still sore and bruised, but all that did was turn her on, her pain-slut enjoying it all. “Yeah, I need to do some stuff at home, too. I haven’t kept things up there lately.”

After Lisa dropped her off, she went in and worked a bit doing house chores, which she hated to do right then—at least at her own house. She would have gladly cleaned house naked at Wendy and Josie’s place—or even at the Rictnor’s this time—but at her own house, it was much too mundane. She started feeling rebellious and bitching, with all kinds of urges to act out in some way, although these feelings grew in her without her really realizing what they meant. She hadn’t gotten enough punishment for all the slutty events these past few days.

So, when it got dark, she tried to sit down and read a book in the living room, but couldn’t get settled. Finally, she tossed the book aside, and said aloud, “I’m going OUT!” She went into her bedroom, and put on some clothes to go out. She realized she didn’t really have any clothes for a night out, so she opted for a blouse that was sort of frilly, and a pleated skirt. When she looked in a mirror, she realized that she sorta’ looked like she was a school girl. She didn’t have any sexy bras so, in irritation, she said, “I just won’t wear one then!”

And when she came to her panties, she remembered that Josie had told her that her clothes order had arrived, but she’d forgotten to bring it home with her, thinking that she was going to sort it there, and leave some to wear when she went over.

She did have some panties with a floral pattern, so she decided that would go with the “school girl” image, and put them on. She drove out, not really knowing where she was going.

Suddenly she realized where she was driving.

“I told you that you’d be going back,” her slutself said.

“Did you make me do this!”

“No, you did it all by yourself. You’re feeling bitchy, so you are going back to the nude bar come hell or high water, as the saying goes. It’s called rebellion.”

Kari had to admit that was exactly how she felt.

When she got there, the doorman started to ask for her ID, then did a double take. It was Marc.

“Well, hello, there. I know you.”

“Hi, Marc,” Kari started to get the owners card out, and Marc just waved it away.

“No worries. I was there when he gave it to you, remember? Let me make sure the bar knows you’re here.” He reached into his pocket and got out what looked like an iPad and punched in some codes, then typed a message.

“There you go, Kari.”
“You remembered my name!”

“Of course. That night was rather unusual. Look, I need to check these other people coming in. I’ll come and chat with you later, ok?”

“Yes, please.” She went on in. A topless barmaid met her after she’d taken on a few steps. She found herself looking at her nipples, and thinking that she had always said that she wasn’t a lesbian.

“Apparently, I am bisexual, though.”

“No shit, Sherlock?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Hello! . . . Alan has a table all ready for you in the back room. Please come this way.” She took Kari to the same back room where she’d been covered in cum. Ironically, that other gal, who had been drunk that afternoon, was there tonight, too. She wasn’t drunk, although, she had a couple of “Shooters” in front of her.

The table she was led to was back over on the side, and as soon as she was seated, a couple of “Orgasms” appeared in front of her on the table, as well as a rum and coke. “Would you like anything else? Or anything to eat?”

“No, thank you. This will be fine. Thank you.”

“Alan will be with you in a moment. He was in a meeting, but he said to tell you to enjoy yourself and he’d be right out.”

Kari was a bit surprised at the red carpet status, but she felt rather excited about it. She even drank both of the shots and started sipping on her rum and coke. Mysteriously, two more “Orgasms” appeared in place of her empty shot glasses, which also mysteriously disappeared.

The gal who had been drunk that previous visit grabbed her last “Shooter”, along with the salt and lime, and came over to Kari. “Well, hello there! I remember you!” As drunk as the gal had been during that previous visit, Kari was surprised that she did. “May I join you?”

“Uhm . . . yes . . . please do.” Kari didn’t exactly know what to say, and didn’t know if Alan would mind, but as usual she didn’t want to say “no” to anyone.

“My name is Melody. I don’t remember your name, I’m sorry.”
“Kari . . . my name is Kari. Very nice to meet you.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, as well,” she said graciously. Her voice was warm and gentle, inviting. Then, she leaned over close to Kari’s ear and said, “What I do remember is that you taste VERY good!” and giggled. The music was loud enough to cover that from any nearby listeners.

Kari blushed. “Uhm, . . . thank you.”

“I’m hoping for a re-match sometime.”

“A re-match?”

“You know . . . I want more,” and she winked at Kari. Kari wasn’t used to being hit on by other women, so she was feeling out of her league again.

“Just relax and go with it. You’re here to rebel and be slutty and have a good time out on the town. You’re so uptight so far, you act like you’re going to church. In case you haven’t noticed, this is a strip bar, not church, even though you know that there is lots of sex behind the scenes in the churches your dad worked in,” her slutself said. “Maybe it would be better to think of yourself as one of the choir sluts, or . . . “

“You’re going to have to take over. I don’t know how to let go and all that in public. All I know how to suck off guys behind the scenes . . . and in case you hadn’t noticed, this is a woman hitting on me, and I was taught that was something horrible. An abomination, remember?” Kari felt like she was whispering, even though it was all inside herself.

“Ok, if you’re sure you want me to take over. Have several more drinks, then, and I’ll take over completely.”

“Yup, I’m all yours.”

She drank both of the shots, and then she leaned over and put her hand on Melody’s leg.

“Yeah, we’ll have to have that re-match sometime soon.” She thought that sounded kinda’ stilted, but it was a start. It worked, though. Melody winked and grinned, and tossed down her Shooter. She was wearing a part of shorts and she opened her legs a bit and put her hand on top of Kari’s. She rubbed Kari’s hand against her bare skin, and then started pulling it up higher toward her pussy under the fabric of her shorts. Kari responded with a few finger rubs on her skin, and grinned at her, taking another sip of her rum and coke.

Alan came in and walked over to her table, reaching out a hand.

“Well, hello, Kari! . . . and how are you, Melody!” lifting Kari’s hand, and bowing slightly, and patting Melody on the shoulder. “I see you two have met.”

“Actually, we met the last time Kari was here,” Melody said. “She’s a cutie, and VERY sexy!”

“Heheh, that she is . . . and looking younger every day,” he said grinning.

“Oh, you! . . . she’s just in a schoolgirl uniform . . . maybe she’s into kinky sex? . . . He’s a smooth talker, Kari, so watch out!” Melody kidded back, grinning. Kari blushed, but Alan just laughed gracefully.

“How are Fred and Bob doing?” he asked her.

“Fine, as far as I know,” she replied. “I’m not working for them this week. I’m a librarian, and I’m supposed to be home recovering from the flu.”

“Heheh . . . need lots of medicine, I’m sure,” nodding toward the drinks and winking. He waved to the topless waitress, “Set ‘em up again, and Melody’s next two drinks are on me this time, too. You do know that anything Kari wants is on the house, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Do you want anything else, sir?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Kari grinned, kinda’ feeling like she was getting the hang of it. So far, no one had looked at her and acted like they were embarrassed about what she’d done or said. That was different from church in the Bible belt, that’s for sure.

“Since you seem to be well taken care of here, Kari, I’ll get on with my other tedious little responsibilities of running this club.” He bent over near Kari’s ear. “To be on the safe side, I’m assigning Marc to be at your beck and call at any time, so he’ll be standing or sitting near you. Feel free to ask him for anything you want. Anything at all.”
“You don’t have to do that, sir.”

“No, I don’t have to, but I want to . . . and since I’m the owner, I will,” he grinned at her.

“Just so you know, we chose a simple punishment for Jackie. Every week, she gets whipped with a belt twice as hard as she whipped you, and she’s now the fluffer for the dancers, and she’s not allowed tips from them. I hope that’s suitable to you, my dear Kari.”

Kari looked a bit confused, “Sorry if this is a dumb question, but what is a fluffer?”

“Well, it usually refers to girls who get male porn stars hard so they are ready for films, but I’m using it loosely to mean that she has to lick each of the girls to get them fired up to dance, but she can’t make them cum. If she does a bad job, she gets her tits, ass and cunt whipped with a belt. She seems to like that, though, because she’s been whipped a lot. The dancers were told to treat her like shit, so she gets slapped around a lot, too. She’s been coming in early every night we’re open to do that since you were here, so apparently she’s found her place. She’s a lot better at that than she was as a dancer.”

“Good, then.”

“Thank you. I’ll leave you to enjoy your evening then. Don’t hesitate to ask Marc for anything you need.” He bent over and kissed her cheek and made his exit.

When she thought about Jackie’s new job, Kari couldn’t stop the surge of pain-sluttiness that went through her body in a wave. Melody had been enjoying her shooters, so she was singing along with the music, and didn’t seem to mind at all that Alan was chatting with Kari, or notice that Kari had almost cum thinking about serving like Jackie as a ‘fluffer’ for the nude dancers. She did notice, though, that Melody’s blouse had mysteriously come completely unbuttoned, and since she wasn’t wearing a bra her boobs were open for all to view. Kari remembered the last time that she’d been here, Melody had been nude, walking around flaunting her nipple chain, and nobody seemed to care about it. Apparently, that was ok for patrons of the club.

“Sounds like a good plan,” her slutself said.

“Get completely nude and walk around flaunting my nipples . . . or the nipple chain that I don’t have?”

“Yet. The nipple chain you don’t have yet. You will soon have one. . . . but, it won’t be the first time with the nude part. You were nude here the last time.”

“Oh. I forgot. Oh, shit.”

“I let you take over while you were talking with Alan, but I’m going to take over again.”

“Yeah, you’d better.”

Kari realized her hand was still on Melody’s thigh, and underneath her shorts. Her finger tips were touching Melody’s panties, which were quite warm. Melody smiled at her, a bit more drunk than she had been before Alan had come by. Kari drank another shot, and sipped some more rum and coke. She noticed that there was another rum and coke already on the table for her, because hers was getting a bit low. She was starting to feel pretty good from the drinks.

Marc appeared and nonchalantly leaned against one of the posts in a corner not far away, his ponytail neatly tied. She found herself (her slutself) waving him over. He smiled, and approached. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, you can. You can sit down and have a drink with me and Melody.”

“Uhm . . . I’m on duty.”

“Yes, on duty watching me. Alan told me. And he said to ask you for anything I wanted. And I want you to sit down and relax with me.” She smiled at him.

“Uhm . . . ok . . . but just so you know, I’m not going to drink any alcohol until I’m off duty.”

“That’s fine.”

“Ok, But let me talk with the bartender a minute.” He went over to the bar, and beckoned for the bartender, chatted with him briefly. The bartender gave him a soda in a glass and he returned and sat down, trying to look unobtrusive, which was hard for such a big man. The music was pretty loud, so if someone wasn’t right next to her, Kari couldn’t hear what they said.

Melody looked at her, and leaned close, “You’re a good looking school girl, chickie. Are you into kinky sex?”

“You mean, sex acting like a young innocent school girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”

Melody’s eyebrows wiggled up and down suggestively. “Well, we’ll have to try it. . . . I could be your math teacher and you’ve messed up your homework and need a good spanking.” Kari’s cunt throbbed, and her fingers grabbed Melody’s thigh tightly.

“Could be . . . uhm . . . interesting . . . worth a try. I’ve never been spanked like that by a woman, with her hand, I mean.”

“Well, we could get Marc to be the principal, so he could do the spanking. I’d just slap you and humiliate you, and strip you for the occasion.” Kari was getting hotter and hotter thinking about the scene. Melody was, too, because she opened her legs and pulled Kari’s hand deeper into her crotch.

A tall drink appeared in front of Kari at the moment. “A gentleman bought this for you,” the barmaid told her.

“What gentleman is this?”

“The one over by the bar in the grey-blue shirt. He’s looking this way.”

It was Ralph. She smiled at him, and waved him over.

She introduced him to Melody and Marc, and he looked at Marc a bit cautiously, knowing he was a bouncer, but Marc smiled, shook hands with him, and waved as if to say “no worries”--and then Ralph looked briefly at Melody’s tits, and sat down on the other side of Melody. The music had gotten even louder, so Kari couldn’t hear what anybody was saying, but Melody leaned over and talked with Ralph.

Kari gestured Marc over closer and asked him, “How long are you on duty tonight?”

“You’re my last assignment. As soon as you are on the way home, and I’m supposed to take you there myself, or send you in a cab if need be, since you’ve already had too much to drink to drive. Then, I’m done for the night.” Kari grinned.

“Works for me. You’re right, I have had too much to drink to drive. I’ll need you to drive me home. You can use my car, since I won’t have a way to get back here to get it otherwise.”

“Ok, I can call for a cab to get me from your house.”

“Unless you can seduce him to stay the night,” her slutself said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You little slut.”

Kari laughed.

Kari let go of Melody’s thigh, although her fingers were wet with Melody’s pussy juices, and Melody had started to hit on Ralph big time. That might be a good combination, she thought. Ralph said he hadn’t had enough sex, and he was, after all, at a strip bar, so he was likely horny. And Melody was obviously a nympho, who had no limits when she was drunk.

She leaned very close to Marc. He even smelled sexy to her, and it wasn’t an aftershave. Maybe she was a nympho, too.

“So, Jackie is enjoying being a little submissive pain-slut, I hear. Alan told me about her punishment.”

“Actually, yeah, she does seem to get off on it quite a lot.”

“Alan said she get’s whipped with a belt every week twice as hard as she whipped me. Who does her whippings?”

He coughed, “Uh . . . I do, usually, because Alan didn’t want that information to get around.”

“Ah . . . do you enjoy that?”

He looked at her, considering. “I guess after what you’ve been through here, there’s no point in being coy. I sort of like it. I guess, I’d get off more on spanking innocent girls, like in their twenties, than a full blown old pain-whore. She wants to be tortured pretty hard, and that’s a bit more than I enjoy. I haven’t enjoyed what I like for quite a long while, since I don’t want to be arrested for playing around with younger women.”

“Well, I’m over 50, so I may be too old for you.” She sighed.

“You’re over 50? Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. All the women in my family look young. Here, look at my driver’s license.”

He looked, and nodded. “You certainly don’t look as old as you are, but I was thinking maybe 30, if that. And that was trying to take into consideration your school girl uniform . . . uh . . . costume. Well, then, I wouldn’t have to worry about your age.”

“If you beat my ass, you mean?” she looked at him impishly.

He laughed out loud. “Yeah.”

“Humiliation? How about that part?” Kari was getting very hot thinking that she’d dressed young and innocent, and the evening was still young.

He coughed again, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, actually, I like that part. I like watching Jackie get slapped around by the whor-- . . . er . . . I mean dancers, and them rubbing their cunts on her face and calling her nasty names. And I don’t mind slapping her around, too, sometimes—especially her tits and cunt, when I whip her each week. Sometimes, I fuck her after that. But she’s not innocent, she’s a total bitch, so that’s not as interesting to me.”

Kari had moved over by him and was holding his arm, looking up to him, like an innocent girl, enthralled by his big arms, and so on . . . like a crush on her older man teacher. She could feel herself getting into the role of that, knowing that it turned him on.

She stopped for a minute, though, and looked around. Ralph was in Melody’s web, that’s for sure. He was a gone goose for her charms, so she knew they’d be fucking later. Nobody else was paying attention to them. A dancer at the edge of the walkway was nude with her legs open, showing her trimmed bush and open cunt to one of the guys. A barmaid was talking with a guy at a table in the corner and he was playing with her pussy, which was supposed to be against the law, although, it appeared that the rules were a bit looser here in the back room. After all, they’d had a full-blown bukkake party to coat Kari’s face, which would seem to be a bit over the line. Apparently, here nobody worried about that.

“I think I’d like to go home, please,” she said to Marc. “It will be easier to talk at my place.”

Marc looked at her and nodded, “Ok. Do you need anything?”

She grinned. “Do they have ‘to-go’ cups for Orgasms and rum and coke?”

He laughed and went over to the bartender, who grinned and nodded. After waiting a bit, the bartender brought him what looked like a full grey paper tray of paper coffee cups, like you’d get at McDonalds.

“Ready?” He asked her.

She went around and kissed Ralph on the cheek, “Thanks for the drink,” and to Melody, “We’ll have to get together again soon.” Melody nodded and appeared very focused on seducing Ralph, who in turn appeared to be very focused on letting her seduce him. So, they left.

Kari took him to her car, and handed him the keys. Her car wasn’t very big, so he helped her into the passenger side and handed her the tray. He sort of had to wiggle his bulk into it, but he managed, and started up.

“Ok, where to?” Kari gave him the directions, thinking, even though she was rather drunk, that she had just picked up her first bar lover. He drove carefully, obeying all the traffic laws, and they arrived at her place. He seemed relieved when he got out of the small car, and came around to help her out, taking the tray, so she wouldn’t spill it.

“I’ll go ahead and call for a cab . . . they can take awhile getting here,” but she put her hand on his arm.

“Come in for awhile, please?” She looked up at him and blinked innocently. He laughed.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, please,” and she curtseyed, “I’ve been drinking like a bad girl tonight, so I may need some help, sir.”

He laughed. “You’re bad.”

She smiled and blinked at him innocently.

He kind of snorted and laughed at the same time, . . . “Bad, bad, bad,” and they went to the door. He still had her keys, and he picked the door key on the first try. They went in, and he set the tray of drinks on the end table, then turned and looked at her, almost like he was feeling a bit awkward.

She came up to him, and reached up to kiss him, then pushed him gently to the couch. “Won’t you sit down?”

He sat, and she sat on his lap, looking all the world like a school girl, her eyes bright, looking up at a teacher with whom she had a crush.

“I’d offer you a drink, but all I have is whatever is on the tray, although, I think there’s another bottle of rum and some coke in the pantry. You’re off duty,” and she blinked innocently at him.

He laughed. “Yeah . . . actually, one of those cups is what I usually drink. I told the bartender that I’d take it home after I dropped you off.”

She asked him which one it was, gave it to him, then she went and got some glasses and ice from the kitchen, and then figured out which drinks were left, and took the orgasm one—it was sweet and made her very horny. She was already horny anyway, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt.

She looked at him with his drink and blinked some more, “So if you drink it here, you can’t drive.”

“I was going to take a cab. Alan is paying expenses.”

“Oh, yeah . . . I forgot. . . . but, if you are too drunk to call for a cab, then you’ll just have to stay the night.”

He laughed. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re trying to seduce me and get me to stay here tonight.”

“After my spanking, sir, yes . . . I get scared at night sometimes, but I have this big sexy man, body guard guy to help me tonight, so I won’t have to shiver under the covers worrying about the wolves outside in the snow,” she said in a little girl voice and shivered against him, and she blinked innocently some more.

“Oh, stop that,” he laughed. “Besides, it’s summer, so there is no snow, which we rarely get in San Antonio anyway.”

“So, is it working, sir?”

“Is what working?”

“Seducing you.” And she looked up and kissed him, making sure that her skirt rode up on her thighs and moving his hands down to her panty-covered ass with a few wiggles, gently reaching into his mouth with her tongue.

He started kissing back. He pulled back from the kiss, but not until after a long time, apparently enjoying the kiss.

“You are bad,” he said mildly.

“Oh, yes . . . you’re right, sir.” She pulled back and got across his lap for a spanking. “Oh, my, Sir! I almost forgot my spanking. . . . and bad girls like me need spankings to keep them in line, and make them feel better.”

“Feel better?”

“Yes, sir. When I’ve been a bitch and rebelled and acted out like a slut and felt sexy and made my panties wet with my juices or let a guy fuck me with his hard cock or sucked on another woman’s pussy an’ ran off to a nude bar with no bra on . . . <she gasped dramatically like it was too much to say in one breath> . . . seduced my body guard . . . and stuff like that, I need a spanking or I feel bad,” and she swallowed like a little girl who’d confessed to stealing from the cookie jar, looking sad and guilty.

He laughed, but she could feel his cock get hard underneath her, as she was across his lap.

“I spank bad girls very hard, you know.”

“Yes, sir. So, you’d better put my wet panties into my mouth, so I won’t be too loud, sir. When I scream from the spanking, I mean.” She stood up, took a long drink from one of the booze cups, and then pushed her panties down and handed them to him. They were, in fact, very wet with her cunt juices, since this role play was being supervised by her slutself, and it was working very well.

He took them and she laid down on his lap again, her skirt up around her waist, and there was no doubt that she was very aroused, her cunt dripping and her scent strong in the small room. He reached around and put her panties all the way inside her cunt, since she was so horny, and got them good and wet, then pulled them out and put them part way into her mouth. The remaining part dripped her cunt juice onto her face. Then he laid his bare hand on her ass.

SMACK! She screamed softly through her panty-gag. It wasn’t really stopping her from screaming, but she was enjoying things too much to act otherwise. He wasn’t joking about spanking hard, though.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She shuddered from the pain in her ass, it seemed—orgasms made her arch back though, so that gave her away.

“Hrmmmmm . . . doesn’t look like 10 is enough.” She shook her head, breathing hard through her gag, her thighs dripping onto his pants leg.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Even after he finished, her thighs opened and closed and she squealed, actually humped her mound several times against his leg, her cunt juices making a wet spot, whimpering with desire. She finally stopped arching, her orgasm starting to subside, and collapsed down across his legs, cooing with all the sounds of sex in her voice.

“So, another 10 isn’t enough, either . . . it looks to me like you need some other punishment, you little slut! Don’t you!”

She nodded and murmured “yes, yes, yes, yes,” through her panty gag.

“This is going to require some deeper impact.” He pulled her up and pushed her back onto her knees on the floor facing him. She looked up at him, sweaty and breathing hard, her hair in disarray, her arms going behind her back automatically, although he’d said or done nothing to make her do that. Her eyes, she was sure, were full of lust, plain and simple, because she felt like she was bursting with lustful desire. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, and his pants dropped, his cock thrusting out hard and straight just above her face. She moaned, looking at it only a few inches from her face.

He pulled the panties out of her mouth, and rubbed them across her face, her juices smearing across her eyes and nose, and even scenting her hair. She sniffed, and was sure she smelled like a cunt.

He slapped her across the face, just hard enough to turn her head and to heat up the skin of her cheek.

“You’re a fucking slut.” He followed that with the slap of his cock.

“Yes, sir. I am a fucking slut.” Her face burned with humiliation then as she looked up at him. He was someone she wanted as a friend, maybe a lover, so this was a very deep level of confession.

He slapped her other cheek, and turned her face back the other way, perhaps just a bit lighter, since her humiliation had already peaked.

“You’re a nasty girl, need to be punished and used . . . and abused.”

“Yes, sir, I’m a very nasty girl, and I need to be punished and used and abused. I won’t be happy unless I am.”

He sat down, his cock pointing up. He pointed at it.

“See what you’ve done? Now get up here and sit on it, and I’m going to slap your tits until you cry.”

She got up, trembling all over and moved over his cock, her knees on each side of his legs on the couch, and sat down on it. He put the panties back into her mouth.

“Put your hands behind your head, while you fuck me, you slutty cunt, so I can slap your tits as you do.”

She did as she was told, and he began to slap her tits . . . it wasn’t long before they were red and her nipples were protruding as hard as diamonds . . . he grabbed them and pulled them up, almost so hard as to lift her off of this cock, but she kept fucking her, her need to please him very strong. She did cry, as he had predicted, her tears joining her enormous orgasm.

She didn’t pass out, but she sort of went into a twilight zone, and everything seemed in slow motion. She had the sensation that she was sliding slowly up and down, his cock in her cunt, and his thighs were smacking into her hips, and she heard the “smack” of the impact in slow motion, drawn out and quite deep in pitch, her whimpering slow and measured, her tears traveling slowly, slowly down her cheeks to drip onto her boobs.

He started to cum inside her, and she felt every pulse matching the beats of her heart, the warmth of his cum against her inside, the sweat on her thighs sliding their skin together, his rough hands pulling her tits upwards, the taste of her soaked panties in her mouth . . . she was a total cunt, a nasty slut, a whore, used for his pleasure, and everything depended on that. She wished that she could just stay like that forever, it was so wonderful.

When she came out of subspace, they were both breathing hard, and she was lying forward against his shoulder, sweat and the smell of sex everywhere.

He patted her ass gently, “Baby? Slide off, will you? I need to breathe sometime, eventually.” She found enough muscles in her legs to lean more to that side, and slid down on the couch, still breathing hard. He looked at her, and laughed a bit.

“This was your fault, you know,” he said.

“Yeah!” she said smiling at him, still breathing hard.

“You’re bad,” he laughed, still breathing hard, too.

“Yeah!” was all she could say. They both started laughing, so hard they had trouble breathing again. It felt so good.

When they finally caught their breath, he looked at her rather fondly.

“Well, little girl, did you get the punishment that you needed?”

She moved over and snuggled under his arm, looked up at him, and said in her best little girl voice. “Yes, sir . . . thank you, sir.”

“And, woman? Did you get what you needed, too?”

She straightened up and kissed him full on the mouth. “Yeah, man! . . . you’re one of the sexiest people I’ve ever met.” Then, she sort of looked timid, and hesitant. “Uhm . . . did you? . . . get what you needed, I mean?”

He looked at her and nodded, “Yeah, and I wasn’t even expecting it from you. I have always thought you were sexy, but I was just trying to be a body guard, like I was hired to do. . . . I should tell Alan about this, you know.”

“Don’t you dare! After all, I get free drinks now, so don’t mess it up for me. If you tell him that I’m a pain slut, then I might lose out, and not get to come there any more when I need to be punished.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am. I wouldn’t dare mess it up for you. You might beat me up . . . or, worse yet, you might forget to seduce me again.” She wacked his arm as hard as she could, and of course, it just bounced off as he laughed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be recovering from being sick? So, if you’re all well, you have to go back to work at the library?”

“I don’t think I told you that, did I?”

“You might have, but Alan told me, anyway . . . he was laughing about it. He said he didn’t remember any librarians as sexy as you are. In fact, he said that he was sure you could do a dance act at the club, dress up in a librarian’s outfit, come in carrying some books, and strip . . . you’d make heavy tips, that’s for sure. Your garter would be full of bills.”

She blushed—not because she thought it wasn’t true, but that she was sooooo tempted.

“Ain’t that the truth,” her slutself said. “You’d be the hit of the town, the stripping librarian.”

“That’s why I can’t do it. Everyone would know, and I’d lose my job.”

“And get a new one, you’d be a famous stripper.”

“Thanks.”

“You know you’ve had that fantasy for a long time, chickie.”

“But, I don’t know how to dance!”

“Most of the dancers that come in to work don’t know how either, but they learn.”

“Do you teach them?”

“Me? No, but we have a couple of experienced dancers that do teach how to work the pole, and how to do the table dances, and all that. Actually, that’s what Melody used to do, until she just decided she’d drink a lot and screw anybody in sight.”

“Melody used to be a stripper?”

“Oh, yeah. She was very good, one of the best, used to teach the others all the best moves. She had a knack of feeling what the guys wanted. Almost like telepathy.”

“What happened? . . . to make her change, I mean.”

“We don’t really know. She had been dating this married guy, and then suddenly that broke up, and we don’t know why, but after that, it was like she lost it. She told everyone that she was totally in love with this guy because he could read her mind, and even her soul, and even feel her when he wasn’t even in the same room, even when he was hundreds of miles away, he’s know what she was feeling. That telepathy thing, you know, and it happened like that for over a year. First time she’d found it so strong from somebody else, she said. She said she’d accepted him as Master in the BDSM stuff, and they used to have very sexy times, used to tie her tits up and whip her, and he’d make her cum until she’d pass out.

“I remember her telling me that he used to put two fingers into her cunt and lift her up, and she’d cum and cum and cum until she passed out. And they flew to Las Vegas together, and well, I don’t really know, but whatever happened, it was incredible for her. She said he was the sexiest guy in the whole world. A couple of times, they met in Denver, and she took him up to Silverthorne to the condos that you can rent, and she said they’d fuck in the hot-tub, and so on, and she’d cum more times that she could count. She paid for it all, and said that he was worth every penny, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“She said he’s a songwriter, and she told me that they were sitting around in the hot-tub one night, and she challenged him—she said he’d bragged that he was going to write songs on the spot on stage, you know, from words that people give him from the crowd, so she told him to make up a song right then just from what was happening around them, the night, the trees, the sky and all that. And he did. She said it was incredible, and it was a great song, and he recorded it later and it’s on the market now.”

“So, when they broke up, she totally lost it, and keeps saying that she’d give anything to be with him again, that she’s still in love with him. She has tons of money, so she can drink or strip or do whatever she wants, and so she does. But she says she can’t work things out with him, because he says he’s still in love with his ex.”

Kari swallowed hard and looked at him shocked. “Did you say they flew to Vegas together?”

“Well, they both flew to Vegas, on different flights, and met there.”

“And met in Denver and went to Silverthorne.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Well, yes. He still comes to the club sometimes, and Melody gets shit-faced drunk and strips and walks around naked when he does, she goes crazy, sometimes running to the back crying her eyes out.. He stays away from her and we’ve talked with him, and he’s very nice about it, and never does anything bad with her. We all know, so we make sure she doesn’t go near him, as he’s asked. He’s a very nice guy, very unusual, very talented, very intelligent, does lots of things, teaches college, teaches guitar lessons, does hypnotherapy to help people quit smoking and all that, fixes computers, all kinds of things. They say he knows 5 languages, is a published author, has written 90 songs, some of his recording are on sale online on iTunes, Amazon and so on. He’s helped lots of the guys and gals here, Alan, too. Fixed one of my laptops which had one of those popup viruses, or whatever, you call them, for a hundred bucks, when Best Buy said it would be $325 just to check it out to see if they could fix it.

“Alan and him are best-buds, they go way back, so as long as he is nice to everyone, hard to criticize him, and he’s always nice, even when Melody gets past us and goes up to him, and all she does is bow on the floor to him, begging him to let her come back. He just looks at us, and shrugs, lifts his hands open, never does anything to hurt her, so we just have to take her away gently.”

“Was he there the first time I came with Fred and Bob?”

“I’m not sure, but I think I remember him being there.”

“Melody was totally drunk and walking around naked that night, and . . . uhm . . . sucked on me before all the cum on my face thing . . . .”

“Oh, yeah, that’s true. Yeah, I remember now. He was there that night, yes.”

“Did he cum on my face?”

“I don’t remember if he was in that part or not, I’m sorry. . . . uh . . . do you know this guy?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

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